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singularityderp2011-08-10 09:15 am
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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
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Six figures this is something Nepeta did back in her own world. Pretend and think about fantastical things that the Spartan could hardly try to wrap her own mind around. Fantastical things that had little reasonable logic for them to ever happen, but Six thinks that's the charm to the smaller girl.
She watches behind her visor as Nepeta gesticulates and explains to the soldier about the type of unicorns that lived in Sugar Mountains. Unicorns... really? The rational part of her mind just has to stare at the thought. Another part, burying deep down somewhere in her psyche, but still managing itself to be heard, reasons that's probably their different lifestyles, how they were raised, trained.
Because Six neither had the time or reason to think about such... childish things as she was growing up and learning the myriad ways to kill living beings, she allows Nepeta to continue to fill her mind with the images. Sure, Nepeta mentioned being a fighter herself, but it looks like she, at least, had the time for such things. And companionship to allow this to grow.
When Nepeta tugs on her gloved hand, Six allows herself to be pulled. Off to the Sugar Mountains to see if they could try and ride them, is the plan for the day. Six shuts down the logical part of her mind that starts to protest to the idea; what's the harm in Nepeta introducing her way of life to Six's painfully lacking one?
... oh god, I'm sorry if this is wrong. I wasn't going to try and butcher Nepeta's speech patterns to you, so... fff, no dialogue. LAME! I hope you liked!
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Their next playdate is riding unicorns on Sugar Mountain now, jsyk. Except the unicorns are like. Llamas with party hats taped to their foreheads.
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IT'S STILL LEGIT RIDING. L-Let's just hope the llamas are strong enough to support half a ton soldiers on their backs. If not, Nepeta can enjoy the sight of a Spartan falling off their mount.
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Considering that she usually rides on her mommy cat THIS IS SUPER LEGIT RIDING. Don't worry Six, Nepeta believes that you can find your balance with purractice.
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recluseher hive for more playdates. /DONEIs this childhood redux for Six? I feel it is.
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You've entered Neverland, Six. There's no exit.
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You are so responsible if she flies headfirst into a wall, Nepeta. ALSO I JUST IMAGINED... Six giving Nepeta a piggyback. Y/N?
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SPARTAN RIDES YES PLEASE. It's like the ones Equius gave except with an added million feet.
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LMFAO. All the Spartan tallness. Reach new heights you've never gone before! Limited time only.
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IT'S LIKE BEING TALL except with the bonus of not running into the tops of doors.
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If this happens, Six'll just, bend really low for that to happen and to not hurt Nepeta's head.
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Nepeta will make those sounds the suspension bridges make when they're parting to let a boat through.
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SNRK. Six the Boat. inb4 Nepeta cries out, "I'm on a boat!"
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:33 < efurybody look at me!
:33 < im sailing on the water in the d33p blue sea
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With her flippie-floppies?
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But not her swim trunks, because she doesn't like to swim.
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oh god
Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby-
Six stares up from her drink. The music blares loud throughout the bar and she has to arch a brow at the lyrics. Beside her, Garrus downs a shot, something that's relatively safe for him to drink, she remembers him saying. Her eyes go back to the drink in front of her and reaches for it.
"Come on," Garrus bumps his elbow with hers, and she turns back to him. "You make it seem like it's going to attack you at any moment."
More staring. Grasp. She briefly glances almost forlornly at her helmet lying on the counter beside her arm. She can just feel his eyes boring into her.
Oh, well.
She tips her head and the drink back, feels the burn in her throat, and she grunts, shaking her head. The burn lingers, but she doesn't feel anything. Garrus makes a thoughtful sound, mandibles twitching for only a moment before he calls for more shots.
I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this-
There goes a second. Third. Onto the fourth... The burn is hardly noticeable now, but Six feels... well, not that much different. She turns back to Garrus.
"Tell me again why we're doing this?"
His frame shakes in a slight laugh before tipping off another drink. "Spartans not used to this sort of thing? That, and I wanted to see if my betting on you against Zaeed is ensured."
"Ah." She drinks. Practice before taking on a target. At least assassins and vigilantes have similar mindsets.
Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby-
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"You alone tonight? Or are you just waiting for me?"
Without her helmet, the amused smile is easy to see, and she only needs to turn her head a little to the right to see who it is. With a quirk to her brow, her response back is, "Really, Helljumper?"
There's that boyish, charming grin greeting her back as he takes a seat beside her. He's one the bolder ones, she notices. ODSTs and Spartans don't usually mix unless it was for a mission, so for themselves to interact in a bar - courtesy of the fact that this very same man invited her - is a bit strange. Not in a bad way, though.
"Had to try something, right? Sitting here and counting bottles... Thought Spartans could be a bit more adventurous than that," the Rookie replies and orders drinks for them both. The Spartan glances around and notices the rest of his division are occupying various other tables and spots across the floor. Some were even giving her and him looks.
She turns back to the ODST beside her, "Thought my service record spoke for that." A pause. "Figured you'd also want to stick with your crew, Corporal."
He bumps her shoulder easily. "And leave this pretty lady alone? Nah, chivalry ain't dead with me." Then he gives her a wink. "And I saw that wink you gave me earlier."
She merely just stares at him for all the things he just said there. Pretty? A Spartan? And the wink? Her head was merely turned to the side and she blinked. H-How did that...
Drinks were set out in front of them. She remembers hearing the Rookie order something "easy and light" for her. Probably a test to see how Spartans reacted to alcohol. Even she herself is curious in that notion because she never did try this before. Hmm...
Her gloved hand grasps the glass, but doesn't take the drink yet. "And your plans for tonight?"
It's a casual question, really, but the quirk to his grin and the friendly spark to his eyes make her wonder.
"Just thinkin' of showing you a good time for the help earlier in the mission. Get back in the saddle of having fun and enjoying a good time." At this, his grin turns almost cheeky, "Spartans do know how to have fun, right?"
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