Reserved at capeandcowl

[ex_backstab594]

This is no way to run a ship!

You put in a reserve, and then you sit and do nothing but "make icons". I don't need icons! I know how I look. I had thought being as infinitesimally short lived as your species is, you'd have some concept of time management--...

So. Do you want me there, or not?

Because, really. I'm only doing this for your benefit.

I suppose you'll want my input on the personality section. Who knows me better than--

...ggh...suit yourself.

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[ex_backstab594]

[dammit he is nothing like the superiors Starscream is used to. Cue nervous cracking of joints and glancing around, mentally rolling for find traps and coming up blank.

Honesty is go.]

It, ah. I grant that--it's singular, to my experience, as well. I'd like to... examine it more thoroughly.

[viced]

Examine it? It's my voice it's not like there's a way to really look at it.

[ A beat ]

It doesn't play back from recordings the same way either.

[ex_backstab594]

Ah. Yes. [taps own throat] You don't have a voicebox. What a shame...

What do you have in place of it? [for all his scientific curiosity, Screamer only investigates things when he's ...reminded of them...]

[viced]

Organs. We call them vocal chords.

[ Because that's how he talks to machines. Yep. ]

[ex_backstab594]

For all the human scre--vocalizations--I've heard--I've never heard anything even remotely similar to what you did.

It's more than a mere chord you're striking.

[viced]

I don't know exactly how that one works, I'll be honest.

It just happens. Somehow I can send signals through my voice.