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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
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.
( 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)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
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Δ Delta || (
☠ Name || (
Number of Tracks: Delta has 30, Emile has 28
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#25
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Deep down, he'd always known it was coming. To say he'd hoped would be untrue; he understood that most of the people on the station were utterly unprepared for the day Hypatia would try to kill them all, but Emile had always at least suspected. And they'd made the same mistakes Emile had seen in planet after planet destroyed by the Covenant - the only way to win, to really win, was to strike fast and hard where they least expected it, and that was damn near impossible in a place like this.
Of course, damn near impossible was what Spartans lived for.
He silently motioned Black-Two that the area was clear and she began to work at the terminal, Emile blasting bot after bot as they approached. The other remaining tech specialists were doing the same around the station, but he'd requested this assignment specifically. Black-One had only nodded tersely; Emile had a nasty feeling in his gut that if they didn't work quickly enough, she wouldn't get out of the chemical tank in time.
"Just one button left," Two said as she entered a bit of code. "Emile, you do it."
He cocked his head to the side, wondering why she didn't just do it herself, but then he shrugged and pressed it for her.
Half the station vaporized, but they were free now.
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And uuuh Emile and Jorge, 08
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#14: 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPU8OAjjS4k)
He'd never admit it to anyone that didn't live at Spartan Base, but Emile was irrationally attached to Killer Deathbite. He was just a damn rabbit, fr God's sake, but he was Emile's rabbit, and damn if he was going to let anyone else screw with the little fuzzball. Sometimes he even felt like he could get through anything, even stupid civilian interactions, as long as he had the bunny at home to go back to. He knew Killer would always look up to him like he was Superman or something, no matter what.
He just hoped no one would ever use his weakness against him.
#8 - Foo Fighters - My Hero (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVKDQgT_b-Y)
Watching the IIs in battle was always a special kind of guilty pleasure for Emile. Sure, there was always that feeling that he could be just as good--better, maybe--but that didn't change that Jorge was as much a work of art in the field as anyone ever was. It made him feel proud in a way that he could only duplicate by watching all the rest of Noble at work - seamless, tireless, and the deadliest forces the human race had ever produced.
He could never let Jorge know, of course. That would be admitting someone was better than him at something, even if it was only in looking like a damn hero.
/is horrible
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While it was what humans would call "ironic" to say that Delta felt like only a fraction of his former self, he could no longer consider himself whole without York. His partner's lifeless body lay on the floor, empty and cold where he had once been warmth and comfort and a mind wrapped around his own, and Delta didn't want to leave, he wanted very badly to have been deleted as protocol dictated when York was killed.
He hadn't been, though, and it was sheer luck that Sarah had found him before the Meta could make off with his chip. Now she was standing there, glaring at it accusingly and trying not to look at the broken body on the floor. She'd already sent the Terminator after Maine, and now she had to decide what to do with him.
"It's your fault," she said to the silent chip, "and you know she wouldn't have had any reason to go after him if it wasn't for--"
He flashed on, looking smaller than usual. "Yes. Please delete me. I do not wish to live without him."
Sarah paused, taken aback. She'd been ready to lay into Delta with his usual cold responses, of course, but it took her a few seconds to take his words at face value.
"No. You can't make up for it by dying." She pocketed the chip.
"You're going to help me get him back."
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#42
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PICK AGAIN BETWEEN 1 AND 28
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I MEANT 24.
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He wasn't really sure how the cat had followed him through the teleporter, but then, cats were like that. Today Emile was looking over the overlay of Reach again, not that that was a huge surprise between his vested interest in the area and that he'd been directing the ponies there.
It wasn't green like this at home - the sky was red, not blue, and if there was a single blade of grass left on the real Reach, he'd be damn surprised. Still, he could hardly do real recon if he had a cat following him around.
"You come here often?" Okay, so it wasn't an original line, but why had the cat come here?
"No, I followed you," Jiji said archly, even though you weren't supposed to be able to with the teleporters. But Emile hadn't exactly made his last transmission to the ponies private, so the coordinates were right there for anyone to look at.
Emile gestured broadly. "Well, this is it. Closest thing to home on this station.
At least, until it decides to remake Onyx."
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Emile being all scary but then cat following. I love this image.
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Delta and York, 21
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After his conversation with Kevin Flynn, Delta had found himself keenly interested in all the programs who came from "the Grid". Who were they to have made Flynn so vested in the well-being of AI? As the self-proclaimed opponent of the virus Abraxas, Anon was a logical choice for observation.
He was hard to keep track of, given how quickly he moved, but now and again Delta would catch him on camera practicing his battle moves, using his "identity disc" as a weapon. He supposed it was an interesting metaphor for the way his type of AI did battle with one another - attacking the weaker, exposed code with harsh attack code.
Still, he kept more or less to himself, archiving the footage for his records. There would be time for contact later, wouldn't there?
#21 Trocadero - Good Fight (does this song count as cheating...)
Delta enjoyed the downtime on Sacrosanct as much as he enjoyed anything, really, and he could be perfectly content assisting York in everyday life on the station for the rest of his existence. Still, there was a particular joy in providing logistical battle support, running his processors to their maximum capacity within York's armor and knowing every system, every possible battle outcome better than he knew his own name, helping his partner perform to the top of their abilities that simply could not be duplicated. It was a challenge, and there were few enough real challenges for either of them anymore.
He kept his audio analysis confined to York's helmet for the moment, knowing his partner preferred the running commentary more than a visual representation that would strain his already compromised left eye. A close miss, there, and he sharply recommended firing at a particular angle--and then it was all over as quickly as it had begun.
The tension noticeably began to drain from York, though he wouldn't relax for several hours. "Thanks, D. I would've been toast without you watching my bad side."
Delta's hologram flashed back to its normal green as he set a waypoint back to the nearest teleporter and, from there, to home. "I am here to assist," he said aloud, followed by a silent and I always will be.
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#3
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Delta was fully aware that Kevin Flynn could no doubt trace his network movements. His programming language might be antiquated, but it was clear Flynn was more familiar with AI than any human Delta had ever known - which, considering his own history, was certainly saying something. Still, it was a kind of shyness that kept Delta from announcing himself as a lurker around Flynn's presence.
He was unsurprised, then, when Flynn simply turned to the nearest holoprojector out of the blue one day and announced, "I know you're there, Delta."
Flashing on in his customary green armored hologram (with maybe a tinge of pink embarrassment), Delta nodded acknowledgment. "Good afternoon. I hope I am not disturbing your work."
Flynn grinned down at the little guy, reaching one hand down to provide a backdrop for Delta's light. "Nope," he said cheerfully. "But why not hang out in person?"
Delta tilted his head to one side. "You are aware that my programming chip is far distant," he stated. "'In person' is not an accurate term." He was a little pleased, of course, that Flynn considered him a person.
Flynn tapped in a command on his bracelet and ran a simple hologram that popped up some milk and cookies, Delta-sized, next to his work station. "You know what I mean."
Delta turned his head to the virtual snack and considered Flynn for a long moment. Finally, he ran through the air over to the milk and cookies and took up a sitting position at the side of Flynn's desk. "I would be happy to."
Flynn beamed a smile at him and sat down to work again. "So, tell me what it's like in your time...."
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Flynn will adopt all the AIs. ALL OF THEM.
And then at least one of them will try to kill him because that's just his life.no subject