on how easily enabled i am

[loomsover]

[The Mother of all Condescending Stares emerges from that wall of purple.]
[He's not dignifying this topic with the effort it takes to make a verbal response, but it does earn an annoyed clenching of fist.]

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[aerospacecommander]

Shockwave ... that's certainly a new look.

[loomsover]

[He doesn't quite recognize who you are. Nonetheless, being addressed leaves him curious enough to reply:]

We have never met.

[aerospacecommander]

You don't remember me? I'm almost insulted.

Aerospace Operations Commander Starscream -- if you want to get all fancy with titles and all.

[loomsover]

[Of course, and they're both made of antimatter.]
[Here's a second chance at saying who you really are, with an unconvinced stare this time.]

[deceptionshark]

Shockwave, what a pleasure it is to see you again.

It is such a pity that you have fallen to a fate like so many others.

[Including himself.]

[loomsover]

Lord Megatron.

[Shockwave gives the Decepticon leader his full attention.]

This will not interrupt my work.

[He'll find a way to continue, even if exactly how is unclear at the moment.]

[deadlydoctor]

My, my, someone looks like he had a bad day...

[loomsover]

Doctor.

[And with a cursory glance over to the 'Con's direction, that's what constituted as a greeting from Shockwave.]

[raceme]

[You knwo what the universe doesn't need in Blurr's opinion? more Shockwaves.

Primus you pop up like daisies, it's terrifying.

But he stares back.]

[loomsover]

[He sees that autobot insignia, but the fact that Blurr is staring instead of running for his life leaves Shockwave curious enough not to shoot.]

[Staring contest it is. Lacking eyelids is going to help his odds.]

[raceme]

[Blurr is mostly sure that he can outrun any mech and he's staring because, well, you don't look like the Shockwave he knows but there are similarities.

Oh, bring it. He narrows his eyes.]

[loomsover]

[Aw gee, he would narrow his eyes in response but you know. Eyelids.]

[So instead there's just a slightly amused lean forward to meet his gaze.]

[oneeyepurpleboteater]

[Staring



Right




Back.]

[loomsover]

[What in the actual fuck.]

[Possibilities and theories on how this could have happened are racing through the bot's mind as he stares at his identical counterpart.]

[Because he was pretty sure this was highly improbable.]

[oneeyepurpleboteater]

[There are some equations about multiple universes that would incline one towards the possibility.

But the chances of meeting one are highly improbable.]

Identify yourself.

[loomsover]

[Quite unlikely under normal circumstances. But the circumstances have just changed.]

That is pointless. We both know exactly what this appears to be.

Mirror!TFP!Scream here

[distortedscream]

They got you too, huh?

[loomsover]

[Starscream wipe that look off your face please, it's embarrassing.]

"They" have not gotten anything.

[distortedscream]

Then what are you doing here? I doubt you'd be here willingly.

[deceptiveplane]

[There aren't enough Nope.JPGs in the world to describe what he's feeling right now. Out of everyone in the entire galaxy it had to be HIM.]

Shockwave. What a pleasure it is to see you again.

You must be busy. I won't bother you.

[loomsover]

[A few words into Starscream's sentence, the other bot actually breaks out of his thought to turn and face him.]

[And a silence trails after the greeting, with Shockwave waiting for him to continue with what he actually wanted to discuss. He doubts that the other 'Con would go through the time of breaking his concentration for casual chatter.]

[deceptiveplane]

[Boy, did that stare give him the creeps. Even after thousands of years of separation, it still sent a shiver up his spine.]

So, you've been brought here as well...?

[littlecrowgirl]

You look like a lamp.

[loomsover]

[Shockwave looks down at the girl, ignoring the comment entirely and making initial observations about her physiology.]

[It is not every day one gets an opportunity to dissect a new alien species.]

[littlecrowgirl]

Oh, I know what to do. Don't tell me, I got this.

[She claps twice.]

...

[CLAP. CLAP.]

Why won't you turn on?