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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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EDI ||
Jiji the cat ||
Obi-Wan Kenobi ||
Maj. Motoko Kusanagi ||
Marjorie Pots ||
Number of Tracks: 21,157
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#9
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Jiji wasn't quite sure how it had come to this.
He didn't know much about anyone here, except that they were mostly human and all just a little on the wrong side of strange. What he did know is that when everything suddenly started falling down on him he had to run. Cats have a sixth sense for more than just long falls, and when the rumbling of the buildings caving in ended, he found himself alive. Lost and trembling in the gloomy crawlspace under a broad expanse of collapsed wall, but alive and unhurt. The human next to him wasn't quite so lucky; if he was breathing at all.
For a long time it was very quiet, and Jiji moved to sit beside him, edging closer and closer. Was he breathing? The armor and the helmet made it impossible to tell, but he was still warm and the cat had half dozed off, curled firmly in the curve between Vautie's neck and shoulder when he started to wake.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jiji mewed, soft and frightened.
"...Cat?" the voice was incredulous, as if he was having more trouble with the idea of Jiji being alive and here, than anything else.
"Yeah?"
Oh. Oh! the hugging, that was always...nice, in a weird, uncomfortable, unpleasant sort of fashion. Then the human was up and Jiji was free to trot along at his side as they both moved together towards the faint light at the far end. Jiji had thought he was sitting on the street and the building had fallen on him, but somehow they were atop an enormous pile of dead building, and what stood before them was a cliff.
"C'mon cat, let's go."
"Huh?" but Vaultie was holding out his hand so Jiji hopped up and together they climbed down. At first it was slow, and easy, but then his grip slipped and they were falling together through the sunlight. It was like flying all over again.
I don't even know if this makes sense and I hope you like it. I wrote it and it is for you.
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AND WERE ALL
#5123?
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So I redid it as you said and instead: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Jmty_NiaXc
herp derp
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It was disorienting, to say the least, standing in Nemeis' strike zone. Time warped around him, making things mirror and repeat in odd ways. It looked normal enough, and if he'd only been concerned with his person, it would have only felt wrong rather than nauseating. But this was a fight, and Obi-Wan had opened his perceptions to the Force.
The world bent around him as he waited for the machine to strike. Even the Force bent with it, giving uneasy flickers of aborted prescience until...
There!
Obi-Wan moved, dodging deftly sideways and igniting his lightsaber. It came alive, blue and crackling with the characteristic hiss. The low hum was a terrible comfort even in that desperate moment between sense and reaction. Strike! Strike now! His instinct was screaming at him and Kenobi followed it blindly digging a deep molten furrow in the chestplate of an enemy he could only sense by luck and trust in the Force. Time unwound around the wound as Nemesis lost focus, snapping back into place with a nearly audible elasticity.
Obi-Wan changed forms, sweeping his blade low and open into the beginning stance of Makashi. It wasn't his preferred style, but he needed the reaction distance. Needed time to think. Did machines pant? The machine that watched him from across the dueling field didn't seem to as he finished examining his scarred exterior and turned frightening red eyes back to the task at hand. There was a sound of air, faintly, like fans through cooling vents, but Obi-Wan couldn't dwell on it; he was holding himself still, like a tuning fork waiting to be struck.
Man versus machine again.
"Come on, then."
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though it is quite excellent already and to answer your question headcanon has them whirring a lot of air through vents to cool down their systems, kinda like when your computer towers goes VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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BUT OBI-WAN WOULDN'T KNOW THAT. His experiences with droids are like. Dudes like C3PO and astromech droids and then Grievous who's always like "REALLY LOUD WHEEZING ALL THE DAMN TIME"
I was writing it and I totally forgot about the "whyyyy" because when I write fight scenes I just go with things and forget the point.
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and that's fine we'll just make something happen IC at some point y/n
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I regret nothing.
Smooth as silk, warm and rich, like the worst kind of dark mud, only better. That's how she liked it, so deep as to be black, and red on top. Her grandmother had made it sweet and bright, perfect round rings of red and white, raspberries and white chocolate, each in their place. Marjie could do that too, could obsess and primp and perfect until not even the most exacting judge could object. But that took the fun out of chocolate raspberry pie, and the fun was in the surprise of it. Let it be ugly, because it wasn't meant to be seen with your eyes. Seen properly, it was beautiful, sharp tart fruit and warm chocolate, as bittersweet as an old love affair.
There was some of it on Gardenia's chin, but Marjie didn't tell her, just leaned a little further on her elbows, and watched her expression while her own slice of pie was left unattended on the table. This was it, her favorite thing. That expression.
Oh yeah, she could taste it. Was this what she looked like in bed?
"So," She drawled, when it looked like 'errand girl' had come down off her dessert high, "Y'like it?"
"Damn."
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Aww man such physical descriptions! I love it. And I love Marjie. :')
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ELSE IF Motoko and CLU, #303
fuckin instrumental crap
#1500: "Overture" by The Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Beethoven's Last Night
Today it was raining. They sat together, as had become unspoken habit, and watched the rain. How odd; rain on a space station. The expense must be enormous, to simulate even weather in a place like this. It rarely rained on Coruscant. It was rare, for whatever reason, to find himself on a planet at a time like this.
A soft, musical rain.
So, there they sat, Flynn the digital God and Obi-Wan Kenobi the Jedi Master. They spoke, occasionally, but mostly just sat together in peaceful silence.
I totally want something like this to happen in-game
Flynn's 'game' was an interesting one, she'd give him that much. Motoko didn't even begrudge him the artificial advantages he gave himself. It was nothing she wouldn't have done, and besides; it was more enjoyable this way.
Somehow she didn't think he agreed with her.
The play area was dark, black lit only by lines of neon, flowing power conduits. It was holographic, of course, and he had the advantage of a thrown weapon where she had only her skill and wit. It had started with a simple combat simulation and somewhere along the lines had evolved into something more akin to a lethal version of hide and seek set in a three-dimensional agility course suspended over a fatal fall.
The Major was very used to being a target, but CLU was very used to the opposite position and so they had fallen into their roles nicely. He threw and struck and bits of the holographic landscape collapsed in accordance with the simulated physics of a completely alien landscape. Kusanagi took whole minutes to get the lay of him, allowing near misses, making him work to find her and then...
She caught it, lazily reached out with indefatigable cyborg reflexes and put her hand through the program's disc and grasped it from the air as casually as if it were a thrown apple and not a deadly weapon. And then she dropped.
A lethal fall?
For a natural human, certainly.
But now she had him by the balls and as she dropped she looked up, disc in hand, and smiled. He just stared at her in mute horror. How?!
Re: I totally want something like this to happen in-game
lol s-sob. ♥
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/reprograms you to be a girl
That icon is totally in the uncanny valley for me.
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except WRITEon his home system.There are redundancies and rules in place, partitions and protections against this kind of thing, but whatever language that is...is superior.
Reprogramming: ...partially successful.
Hello, sailor~
Oh man, Clu has some primo real estate in the Uncanny Valley. For srs.]
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Jiji liked Rookie. He was practical, he didn't mess around and when asked questions, he didn't treat Jiji like he was a child just because he was a cat.
Honestly. He was a cat, not an idiot.
So, when Rookie came out of his room and strode to the fridge, Jiji stood up. When he bent, Jiji walked across the table. When he stood, the cat leapt from table to counter, and then again to the top of the fridge. Rookie was not wearing a shirt— indeed he wasn't wearing much of anything aside from a loose pair of sweatpants, his tags and a milk moustache taken directly fromt he carton.
Oh yes, this was going to be good.
Jiji waited and stared, stretching his legs down the front of the fridge like a hesitant kitten. Rookie waited and stared, then wiped his mouth on his arm and grinned.
"I knew that was you!"
"Yeah, yeah, guilty as charged."
"Congratulations," and unlike some people, he meant it.
"Well, thank you Jiji. I try."
"It's not every day a guy gets to mate with a kitty he just met after all."
Rookie just laughed and poured out the milk into a bowl before leaving. A little flattery went a long way in this house. Exactly as planned.
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"Why are we here?"
Cats. He'd learned that they were animals. Furry, strange, contrary animals that did not normally talk, except in cartoons. That was a fictionalization— Flynn had seemed sure of that. Flynn knew everything.
Users had worshiped them.
"I mean, it's not like we're really just here for no reason. Are we supposed to do something?"
Programs have directives, Jiji. Briefly, Anon wondered if Jiji was frightened of being so directionless. No set purpose. Maybe even no purpose at all; terrifying.
Jiji liked to talk, to come around and just talk. He always seemed to be able to find the program just when he was doing something important, or when he thought he was alone, when he was lonely. When he was sad. Maybe cats weren't so unpleasant after all. Jiji seemed to be expecting an answer, to Anon tilted his head blankly towards the animal, who seemed to take it as a positive sign.
"It's one of those big questions, I guess. The meaning of life. Unless we're just lab animals or something. I'm hungry. Are you hungry?"
Anon wasn't hungry. But he stood up anyways and Jiji rubbed against his ankles. Enough brooding.
"Let's go."
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