random_xtras: (Threnody)
The Cast ([personal profile] random_xtras) wrote in [community profile] randomplaces2008-04-16 08:51 pm

Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-04-17 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
There's a loud rustling in the trees as Scourge manages to fumble his way into the clearing, brushing birds' nests and branches out of his face. It's caught itself in his beard and helm so it takes him a moment before he can see properly.

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-04-17 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Scourge finally shakes himself free of the organic rubbish, sending birds and other little forest animals scattering as he moves. Finally, he manages to see the smaller mech before him.

"Um...hello." Slight wave. "I don't suppose you know where I am?"

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-04-17 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nexus? Again?" Scourge sighs deeply as he plucks another branch out of the gap in his wings. "I must have wandered off the path. Sorry to have disturbed you." He looks back into the trees, wondering if he can retrace his steps through the broken trees.

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-04-17 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Scourge withdraws a bit, looking at her nervously as if she wasn't something a head shorter than him and clearly a good deal weaker. "I can probably make my own way back..."

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-04-17 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The Sweep-leader has his arms curled inward, a trait born out of habit now more than necessity. "I came here safely, I could probably get out the same way." He watches her warily, trying to comm Cyclonus or anyone else on a Cybertronian frequency. In his universe, an Autobot would be a more likely friend than your average Decepticon.

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-04-17 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Scourge takes a half-step backward, arms still curled close. It's a strange thing and it's interested in him and he's not sure what to do about it.

"Scourge..."

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-04-18 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Again Scourge takes a nervous step back, hiding himself partially in the trees. "Whoever you think I am, I'm not him."

The mistake has happened before, and generally worked to his advantage when he needs to scare people. But he doesn't want this one attacking him for it.