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[After a month of being crystalized, Nike, is finally ready to wave the white flag of surrender. She was done! Simply done in acting tough and having to bottle everything up.

Which was clearly written on her facial expression. Sort of. Right now she was glaring at the device with an intensity she didn't expect after realizing: THIS MAY HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE AFTER ALL!!!

WHY DIDN'T SHE TURN ON THE AUDIO INSTEAD OR HAVE ANYTHING WRITTEN DOWN TO READ FROM BECAUSE...

She was trying so hard not to cry. VERY HARD! Honestly!]

...oh, sorry... [A beat to clear her throat, in hopes to hide the fact.] M-My throat...and eyes. It got all weird. [A forced laugh.] Allergies, huh...?

[Yes. Let's pretend it's spring instead of summer! Please pretend with her.]

U-Um, so I just got back from being. A crystal, sculpture thing? Did you all know you get taken to like...somewhere to be displayed like a collection or something?

[Normally she'd be pissed, but she was too tired to even bother. Which the defeated sigh will now be offered after realizing: THIS ISN'T WHAT SHE WANTED TO SAY AT ALL!]

Anyway, umm, that isn't exactly the reason I turned this thing on. It's more than that. I just....don't have an easy way of saying it or even going around asking. Without summoning all the perverts and creeps! [Oh, shit. Why did she say that!? She'll end up biting her lower lip almost as a form of smacking herself for that comment!] No, scratch that! Just. How do I start over!? Can everyone pretend you didn't see this? Like at all? Just pretend I wasn't trying to ask for help. I really should've written something down. I'm sure I can survive without eating! I mean, spirits don't need food, right?

[And yet that doesn't sound like an option she wanted to take neither. She didn't want to starve in an unknown world. If it was back home it wouldn't be a big deal but...on cue, her stomach will begin to rumble loudly in protest forcing Nike to turn off the device immediately! How is she so bad at this!?]

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[Here's that empath robot, if he wasn't wearing a faceplate maybe his friend could see his concern, but it's telling enough in his voice.

If you need Chroma, I may be able to assist. Where are you right now? [He'll bring food, too. That growling sound must indicate hunger for organics, he thinks.]

[Even if she can't discern their facial expressions, she does recognize them. The familiarity is more than enough to slightly calm her while improving her mood all at once. A small defeated smile will be given.]

I'm over at the beach at level 2. Do you know where it is?

[While making the post she had been heading to the beach, it isn't until she was finished when she decided to just head straight to the beach without a second thought. It was one of the few places that reminded her of home if she simply ignored the groups already there.]

Let me know when you get here. I'm actually exploring the shore, trying to find a quiet spot.

Crystal Beach. I know where it is. [In fact, the beach is a place he frequents, when it isn't populated by people, other than the fields on Greatmoon Groves. Thankfully, he's already outside on Level 2. And considering he can transform into a vehicle, he'll soon arrive in a couple of minutes, only stopping at a bakery to buy a couple of croissants for Nike.

When Soundwave arrives at the destination, he rings her communication device again.]

I'm here, and I'm wearing a purple hoodie, if you could see me.

[Since he doesn't want to get sand in his joints today, Soundwave opted to use his avatar, as the young female form steps into the sand, all the while looking out around for the familiar face near the shore.]

[It was good Soundwave knew their way around the city. Nike has known about the beach but decided against going unless she had to. The beach was heavily connected to her memories of her birthplace. She hasn't been there for a long time.

Fortunately, she found a nice, somewhat secluded, spot that was far enough from the groups of people. It was a nice elevated spot with a mixture of grass and sand. But when she receives the last message, Nike will rise from the seat she found and begin to search for the description of the purple hoodie which in hindsight wasn't difficult to find. Heading over to the edge of the elevated spot, Nike will begin to wave her arm and yell out with all her might.]

Soundwave! Right over here!! I'm like above you over this side so don't be afraid to look up!

[After all she will be easy to spot in her long, ethereal, sleeveless white dress.]

[Given his extraordinary hearing, the yelling was far more than enough to hear her, Soundwave turns his head up towards the direction of where her voice is coming from. Soundwave waves his arm back, to indicate Nike that he's seen her, before he quickly heads over to her spot in a light jog.

Bringing along with him a bag of croissant, he holds it out for Nike to take.]

Here. Croissants.

[Although the outfit Soundwave's avatar is wearing isn't quite appropriate or light for the summer heat, Soundwave doesn't seem bothered by it at all- and with the avatar, Nike could actually see a face this time. Granted, said face is perpetually in a stoic lineface, anyway.]

[It was a good thing the yelling caught his attention. There was no need to use one of her skills to increase the volume of her voice. Like she does whenever she sings for rain.

Once they reach her, Nike is caught off guard by the offer of food. Her eyes will begin to brighten at the thought. No matter if her smile may seem weak, it was clear she was trying her best to have some control of her emotions.]

Thank you so much for this! I'll happily enjoy it!

[Croissant was a delicacy she wasn't too familiar with. All the more reason to feel curious about it. It was difficult to not notice her enjoyment of the treat as she hums happily after a couple of large bites after having retaken her earlier seat. Nike couldn't help notice the time to took to reach her while having gone out to buy food will leave her amazed. Either Soundwave was close by or their own natural abilities as a mechanical species were the reason for it.

Although what has Nike feeling most curious was their current form as a girl. She can't help find their appearance to be so cute! Red eyes are very rare in her world and hold a special meaning. It was difficult to not take her eyes of them.]

Is your current form... [Looking a little awkward.] Umm, I mean, I'm just curious about it. Did you get to choose it or is it part of your abilities to change your form?

[It was for the best Nike did not increase her volume, lest she might shatter his audial receptors.

It is... somewhat amusing watching her chow down on the croissant, enjoying the treat if that happy hum is anything to go by. Soundwave himself never really had croissants, despite buying them, but judging by how Nike and others reacted after having a bite, they must be really good. Seeing that she already took her seat, Soundwave soon follows and sits next to her, though he then gives her a curious glance when she asked about the avatar.]

The avatar? You could say it's a part of my ability, but technically it is a tech installed in him, a tech that allows me to materialize in this form. [He could change his form into anything he wants, but he sticks with this girl form because he doesn't care enough to create another avatar.] This form you're seeing is a hard-light projection-- a fake body, if you will. My real form is elsewhere right now, but even with this body, I'm still able to moonlace.

[Which is another reason why he's here for, so there's no worries about not being able to generate Chroma because Soundwave looks different. Though... he can't help but notice it. While he was explaining, he notes that Nike's been staring at his face for a while, and of course, being Soundwave, he bluntly points that out.]

... You've been staring at me for a while.

Avatar....?

[In other words, the form had a name! A detail she was more than willing to listen while continuing to eat her new treats. Even if.....she did not understand most of it. Just the gist of Soundwave can transform. And something about a hard light which will leave her feeling curious.

Light isn't physical. Technically! And yet they could still moonlace? Nike will continue to stare at the avatar some more until deciding to......poke their cheek. Curious to see if...oh wait, they just said something???

...................cheek poke.]

Now I'm poking you.... [But she supposes her staring was not subtle in the least bit.] But I just noticed you had red eyes! Or rather your avatar does!

[With a weak smile.]

Red eyes. The last time I saw anyone with them. They belonged to the eyes of a specific nation in my world. Who belongs to a secret mercenary group. They use it as of survival. They come from an eternal winter night type of country where every citizen born there all have natural red eyes if you could believe it!

[The holoavatar generator is a piece of tech Soundwave himself doesn't get the full workings of- all he knows is that it allows him to create a hardlight projection, beyond that, he can't tell her more, even if he wanted too. Soundwave's not the engineer who constructed this. The finger poking the cheek is unexpected though, his eyes go wide at the gesture, and then she does it the second time]

I can see that...

[Soundwave allows her to poke the avatar, though, he is absentmindedly pouting at her for her choice. Isn't there another place to poke the avatar? Regardless, when the contact is made Nike could feel the generation of Chroma started. His hand reaches to grab hold of one of Nike's own to produce a steady flow of Chroma for the girl.]

I see. So, red eyes are special where you're from... My natural eye color is red- perhaps that translates to the avatar. But I'm afraid I can't say there's anything special about my red optics. No special powers or that I use it for survival, they are simple colored red...

[Ah, so her fingers won't pass through. Nike will take note of it after making the delightful discovery! Then, in other words, she won't have to worry about them disappearing or anything like that. The small smile will grow as she pokes Soundwave a third time. Unfortunately for him, Nike has a fascination with cheeks for how squishy they feel.

Soundwave was the stoic type, it seems. Nike couldn't help take note of their initial reactions. The moment he takes her hand, however, she'll find he was still as kind as in her memory and initial opinion. The smile will grow as her grip tightens in his. Her eyes may open more after noticing or rather feeling the inviting circulation of chroma.]

It's warm... [It was a soothing sensation. Almost as if her body was feeling...lighter rather than sluggish. Fluffy, maybe?

The smile will grow while she listens to his explanation concerning his true form and the reasons it may translate to his avatar. As he describes himself as not special, it may slightly weaken though....]

Are there any special colors or features found in your world?

[At least Nike is one of the few people he allows to poke the avatar's cheek. They are soft, although Soundwave doesn't quite get the fascination of them just yet.

Even though Nike needs the Chroma more than him, that exact warmth fueling into his system has Soundwave lightens up too. His shoulders are relaxed and a pleasant hum escapes from his lips. As their grip tightens, Soundwave brings the hand he's holding up to his face and presses his soft cheek against the back of Nike's hand. If she wants to grab his cheeks, he's fine with that too.

Special colors or features in his world... He notes her smile weakening, but he'll address the topic of him being special after.]

Green sparks... It marks a Cybertronian with special qualities called a Point One Percenter, usually they possessed great power and strength beyond the average Cybertronian. They are rare- the chance of a Point One Percenter Cybertronian to be born is a one in a thousand. [...] Oh, and a spark refers to... a Cybertronian's soul. A physical soul stored inside our body, normally the spark color is blue.

[He adds that explanation quick at the end. Soundwave isn't one himself, his spark is blue...]

[She doesn't need to be asked twice to do anything especially prompted by the very individual. Besides she wanted to experiment on the avatar's limitations! So without further ado, Nike will now be lightly poking Soundwave's cheeks with her index finger before using her full hand to squish them just a bit after they were done explaining about their species.]

Point one percent? It does sound very unique.

[But the thought of souls being measured in such a way, it was both difficult to comprehend while all at once a little conflicting. As much as she values an individual or the unique appearance of others -- be color of skin, hair, and eyes -- she can't help wonder if it was in the same league as souls. All souls were unique, in her opinion.

While all at once, she needed to accept her ignorance as well. Soundwave's world should not be compared to her own. They were two very distinct worlds, after all! The weak smile will grow slightly, curious.]

How do you know the color of your own spark? Is it easy to find or notice? What happens if you're acknowledged as the one percenter?

[This time she will release their cheeks and simply decide to hold their face in her hands instead.]

[Soundwave can't help but purr and let out some sound, not of protest, when his cheeks are being played with. His face gradually flushing pink over the affection given to him and closes his eyes shut, feeling embarrassed.

It's when Nike released his cheeks that he's allowed to speak again, though the heat of her palms are so comfortable that he wants to quietly indulge in it for a second.]

... When I opened up my chest on my real body, you could see my spark inside me. I could show it to you when you see the real me... however, I don't recommend being close to it. You're organic, being exposed to it may be harmful to you. It's radioactive.

[While he answers, Soundwave brings his own hands to hold Nike's face too, gently pinching and squishing her cheeks, returning the affection twofold. It doesn't escape Soundwave how natural it has become for him to interact this way with a person, giving each other affections while chatting. It's weird how just being on this world for a year changed him...]

I do not think they are treated differently in our current society. But in the past, they were greatly valued by the Functionist council and often be put in the higher class.

[Sometimes given special exemptions on their society simply because of how they were born. He gives Nike one last squish to her cheeks before allowing her to speak, though he won't stop lightly caressing her cheeks. They could stay and keep doing this for hours, not even talking, and he wouldn't mind...]

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