tsuyoi_ame: (opps it was me)
Yamamoto Takeshi ([personal profile] tsuyoi_ame) wrote in [community profile] redshiftlogs2020-10-28 12:44 am

One flew over the murder birb nest.....

Who: Takeshi Yamamoto and Starscream
What: Nest Invasions and sword shenanigans
When: Mid-October
Where: King's lair (lol)
Warnings: Fun?



Yamamoto and King had talked about training together, swords, baseball, Yamamoto did not care. He just found it cool that the Mech wanted to hang out with him. After all, how many people could say they were friends with an ultra-cool mech King? Not many, and boy Yamamoto is proud of his friends anyway, so King makes it a little more special.

Of course, they talked about it but never set an exact date; King shouldn't mind, though. This morning he is up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and earlier than most people would consider proper. Because Yamamoto is always up more before than most people would consider appropriate, it's just the way he is.

By the time he makes it to King's living quarters, he's grinning ear to ear, and if he were a whistler, he'd be whistling. When he calls out, and the mech does not answer, he, of course, goes investigating. Coming up a rather exciting hide-away, very nest-like he sees.

The young swordsman scrambles up and peeks his head, eyes wide, smile bright when he sees a sleeping Starscream.

"Good morning, King!"
vosseeker: (ninety-eight.)

[personal profile] vosseeker 2020-11-25 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
As always, Yamamoto's unendingly naive cheer and liberal compliments buy him a pass that Starscream would extend to few others. Finally unfurling from his berth padding to fix the teen with a grumpy expression, he rights himself into a sitting position.

"Fine, if you're going to be so insistent about it, but I'm fueling first."

He pushes to his feet, leaving Yamamoto to clamber out of the nest and follow. Across from the converted quarters, a storage unit he's also claimed. The door is liberally labeled with warnings citing explosive and dangerous contents, and he's added a heavy lock. Inside, a machine that looks like a cross between a pressure cooker and a moonshine still only mech-scaled, takes up the floor. On the shelf, a half dozen energon cubes rest, their glow casting a blue tinge on the otherwise dim interior of the storage room.

Starscream takes one of the cubes and uncaps it, glancing over to see if Yamamoto's extracted himself yet.
vosseeker: (seventeen.)

[personal profile] vosseeker 2021-01-16 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," Starscream replied between sips of the energon, and the level of supremely withering he's going for is somewhat blunted by watching Yamamoto's excitable but smooth bound out of his berth to join him in the storage room. "Surely you can't be surprised that I need to eat. Why do you think I'm heading outside the dome every other week? I don't have the equipment to excavate large quantities from that crevice, and I don't want that much stored here anyway."

He does recall the flames that Yamamoto summoned the first time they'd had a video conversation, and he was right, they were almost the same shade. Starscream hadn't thought much about that ability in the intervening time, not with everything else going on, but now he was a bit interested in perhaps getting some kind of scientific read on those.

"Or did you assume I simply plugged myself in at night, like a battery?"
vosseeker: (ninety-three.)

[personal profile] vosseeker 2021-02-09 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Starscream paused midway to taking another sip of the energon cube, tilting his head in a gesture that was remarkably avian. "You might not have known, but someone in one of the previous Anchors may have. There was a mech corpse in that same crevice, long rusted out. I brought it back here, it's in a storage unit farther down-level."

Honestly if Yamamoto really wanted to go out to the crevice with Starscream on one of his energon harvesting trips, the Seeker would probably agree. Even if the swordsman could do little with the actual crystal extraction, Starscream wouldn't mind the company (that much). Right now it was just himself, usually cursing his lot in life as he dug it out, and — even for someone who loved the sound of his own voice — that got a bit wearying after a while.

Starscream scoffed loudly at Yamamoto's question, but the look on his face and the hike of his wings — always a good indicator of his mood, Yamamoto would have discovered — said that he amused by the implication.

He decides he can drink the rest of the cube on the way. "Very well, where should we do this?"