[Soundwave doesn't fight back against her backing him into the wall, groaning a little when his back against the railing and wall with a thud. Then, he finally notices the ornate knife on her hand, mid-plunging. Instinct has him balled his hand into fists, but then he doesn't feel his skin was pierced by the knife.
He knew that being this way would agitate or anger Monika, but he wasn't expecting a knife to come into play. Still though, he finds this... curious. Standing completely still against the wall and railing, Soundwave looks down to see the knife tearing through his bodysuit like butter, anticipation building when she slows down, but he has enough self control to not make a sound when she finally cleave upwards. Soundwave lifts and presses the back of his head against the wall, narrowly avoiding the sharp knife, slashing through some strand of his hair. That was... dangerous.
Yet... Why does he feel excitement coursing through his body? That doesn't reflect well on his face, still maintained the flat expression, but there is a wild glint in his narrowed eyes, head still with the knife near his neck.]
I didn't think you'd be good with a knife, Monika.
[The threat of a knife near his throat won't stop him from talking. It isn't the first time he found himself in this situation.... Though a gun to his face would be more common than a knife to his throat. Still, he takes the threat seriously enough and begins to remove his bodysuit, letting it slip through his arms, and then rest of his clothes, before all of the clothing dematerialized. Soon enough, he is entirely bare from top to bottom. No mask. No visor. Nothing.
He isn't afraid, even when his head is pressed back against the wall, even with a knife to his throat. Of course, there is a small worry inside, as any grievous injuries to his avatar will still reflect the pain to his real body, but... Would Monika really go that far to hurt him?]
You have me. So, what are you going to do now? Or, are you all talk and no shock?
no subject
He knew that being this way would agitate or anger Monika, but he wasn't expecting a knife to come into play. Still though, he finds this... curious. Standing completely still against the wall and railing, Soundwave looks down to see the knife tearing through his bodysuit like butter, anticipation building when she slows down, but he has enough self control to not make a sound when she finally cleave upwards. Soundwave lifts and presses the back of his head against the wall, narrowly avoiding the sharp knife, slashing through some strand of his hair. That was... dangerous.
Yet... Why does he feel excitement coursing through his body? That doesn't reflect well on his face, still maintained the flat expression, but there is a wild glint in his narrowed eyes, head still with the knife near his neck.]
I didn't think you'd be good with a knife, Monika.
[The threat of a knife near his throat won't stop him from talking. It isn't the first time he found himself in this situation.... Though a gun to his face would be more common than a knife to his throat. Still, he takes the threat seriously enough and begins to remove his bodysuit, letting it slip through his arms, and then rest of his clothes, before all of the clothing dematerialized. Soon enough, he is entirely bare from top to bottom. No mask. No visor. Nothing.
He isn't afraid, even when his head is pressed back against the wall, even with a knife to his throat. Of course, there is a small worry inside, as any grievous injuries to his avatar will still reflect the pain to his real body, but... Would Monika really go that far to hurt him?]
You have me. So, what are you going to do now? Or, are you all talk and no shock?