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a. pretty pretty murder birb
The little robots had done their very best to accommodate Starscream's scale when picking out a suggested outfit for him, but initially it had not gone well. The first thing they'd brought him was hideous and yellow and feathered. "I am not a bird!" he'd shrilled at a volume that could probably he heard all over Anchor, swiping claws at them as they scattered for their little robo lives.
But Starscream knew the eminence of showing up at any function with the intent to make a statement. He was from Vos, after all. So he'd confiscated a few tubs of wax and a few other supplies from the maintenance levels and spent several hours polishing and buffing out the small scrapes and scratches that he'd been ignoring for a while. By the time he was done, his silver plating gleamed and even Knock Out wouldn't have been able to fault the shine he now sported.
Needing more space than his quarters for the next step, Starscream relocated to one of the green space areas and bearing a container of glittery gold paint. Painstakingly he starts to apply it in small glyphs and intricate shapes along the edges of his wings, which necessitates him contorting to try and reach. It definitely doesn't look comfortable despite the obvious stubbornness he's going at it with; he might need a hand.
b. dinner and music.
Starscream had fully expected to have to bypass this portion of the party's offerings, but to his surprise (and mild consternation) the little robots are quick to assure him that they've taken it into consideration! Which is why he can be found sitting cross-legged at the edge of the dining area, picking at a tray full of luminescent little energon gummies, molded into cute shapes like stars and hearts but also adorable chubby planes. Between those and his own cube of the glowing blue liquid that he'd wisely brought for himself, he looks satisfied.
As for the dancing, that much is out. He's simply too large to make it work, so he keeps his seat and settles to watch, but the observant might notice that his wings seem to be keeping time to the music.
c. look up, quite a show
The light show on the dome is impressive and enjoyable. Starscream braces himself back on his hands to watch, and seems strangely... contemplative. Until that last banner comes up.
Starscream | transformers: prime | in-game
a. pretty pretty murder birb
The little robots had done their very best to accommodate Starscream's scale when picking out a suggested outfit for him, but initially it had not gone well. The first thing they'd brought him was hideous and yellow and feathered. "I am not a bird!" he'd shrilled at a volume that could probably he heard all over Anchor, swiping claws at them as they scattered for their little robo lives.
But Starscream knew the eminence of showing up at any function with the intent to make a statement. He was from Vos, after all. So he'd confiscated a few tubs of wax and a few other supplies from the maintenance levels and spent several hours polishing and buffing out the small scrapes and scratches that he'd been ignoring for a while. By the time he was done, his silver plating gleamed and even Knock Out wouldn't have been able to fault the shine he now sported.
Needing more space than his quarters for the next step, Starscream relocated to one of the green space areas and bearing a container of glittery gold paint. Painstakingly he starts to apply it in small glyphs and intricate shapes along the edges of his wings, which necessitates him contorting to try and reach. It definitely doesn't look comfortable despite the obvious stubbornness he's going at it with; he might need a hand.
b. dinner and music.
Starscream had fully expected to have to bypass this portion of the party's offerings, but to his surprise (and mild consternation) the little robots are quick to assure him that they've taken it into consideration! Which is why he can be found sitting cross-legged at the edge of the dining area, picking at a tray full of luminescent little energon gummies, molded into cute shapes like stars and hearts but also adorable chubby planes. Between those and his own cube of the glowing blue liquid that he'd wisely brought for himself, he looks satisfied.
As for the dancing, that much is out. He's simply too large to make it work, so he keeps his seat and settles to watch, but the observant might notice that his wings seem to be keeping time to the music.
c. look up, quite a show
The light show on the dome is impressive and enjoyable. Starscream braces himself back on his hands to watch, and seems strangely... contemplative. Until that last banner comes up.
"What? Number three?"
d. wildcard
Anything that doesn't fit!