NOVA STORM'S BEST AND GREATEST INBOX

[binary_runaway]

Hey, hi, this is Nova Storm! You found me but you also really super didn't, haha! Do the thing so I can do the other thing back, okay?

voice | video | text | action

Comments

Voice

[asceticamnesiac]

[This is almost certainly going to end badly, but Monk isn't blind, he's seen what Nova Storm's situation is, and as much as he is on the fence about offering an olive branch (or an olive tree, in this case), he has been told time and again how important flight is to seekers. At least, other seekers.]

Hello Nova Storm,

I am certain I am the last person you want to talk to about this and I may be breaking some sort of taboo, but if you need a pair of wings, you could have mine. I don't fly; I think you would get better use out of them. We're around the same size, so they should work for you.

I don't know what would be involved, but since the medics fixed them before I think they would be able to take them off and put them on your frame?

[He has literally no idea if that is an option but it seems logical. Monk's understanding of Cybertronian anatomy is still very rudimentary.]

[binary_runaway]

...What? [Nova Storm's question is almost soft. Vented out] I can't just- You- What?

[There is a sudden loud bang as Nova Storm jerks upright out of her seat, but her voice is still pitched surprisingly low in her stunned horror as she grasps uselessly at the air]

I won't- I can't mutilate you just because it's convenient!

[She stops, starts, stops again]

Why? I don't get this, I don't get you. Even after all that, you still offer-

[Nova thinks of the aerie back home, of how she knows --has always known-- they would have accepted her and Skywarp back again if they'd just lowered their pride enough to go home, to let themselves be taken care of, and-]

Why aren't you mad?

[asceticamnesiac]

[That wasn't quite as bad as he was expecting. Monk turns the volume back up a bit on his comm after lowering previously just in case.]

I will admit I'm not...happy...with how things went, but that's not a reason to withhold help from someone who is struggling.

[It wasn't just mad, but whatever the feeling was was muddled and detangling it wasn't a puzzle he wanted to contend with right now.]

Not being able to fully be yourself because of your circumstances, that is something I can relate to.

Mutilating is a strong word since I'm offering and it isn't malicious. I haven't flown in over three hundred years and don't remember what it feels like, so it isn't as if there is anything about it I can miss.

[binary_runaway]

[Nova Storm makes a soft, involuntary pained noise, and what is left of her wings scrape the inside of the welds on her back again. But he's said he understands. She doesn't know the slightest thing about his history, so she certainly does not understand him. At all]

What do mean you get that? What do you- what hap-

[She shakes her head. No. nope, not interrogating him and making herself look worse, again]

I may not be a good anything anymore, but I won't stoop to taking your wings. I won't. They might not mean anything to you now, but what if they...

And anyway I'd rather stomp around in the ground forever than have to live knowing he'd think I'm selfish enough to- [to take and take and take and give nothing back, like she's always known she has] want to take advantage of you in order to- I don't know! But I won't!