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singularityderp2011-02-15 10:59 pm
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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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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.]