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beckyh2112) wrote2006-12-14 02:10 am
beckyh2112) wrote2006-12-14 02:10 am
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Advent #13: Ever Been Kyssed?
... What font are you LJ people making me type this entry in?
Title: Ever Been Kyssed?
Fandom: G1 Transformers
Characters: Tesseract, Inklight, Kup
Classification: Gen
Rating: PG
Author's Note: This connects up with a Kup fic I'm working on that may or may not ever get finished. Still it lets me pull Tesseract and Inklight out, as well as babble about neutrals. S'all good.
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Inklight didn't order anything. The wingless Seeker just perched on his chair and glowered at the Autobot across from Tesseract. The Seeker didn't drink much, and he didn't sleep much, but he was real good about making sure Tesseract stayed out of too much trouble. Decepticon gratitude was an odd thing, even when the one who owed it was no longer a Decepticon.
Tesseract ordered a Kaon Black Kys, knowing the mech opposite of him wouldn't even order a pink one. This was an old, experienced Autobot, and he was smart enough not to try to prove how open-minded he was by ordering a Kys. Autobots who drank Kysses worried neutrals, and this was too delicate a situation to want the rifle'former to be worried.
Kaon Kysses were a good drink for the more combat-happy neutrals. Most bars didn't lace them with very much syk at all, but even the little in it was enough to get a Decepticon court-martialled. The Decepticons took their list of illegal drugs very seriously.
Autobots, on the other hand, didn't really like some of the other brewing practices, especially not what went into a Kaon Black Kys. Tesseract didn't blame them; morally, drinking the dead probably wasn't acceptable. But it was something the neutrals of Kaon had taken to doing in the beginning of the Great Shutdown, and it had spread after their diaspora from the Decepticon homeland. Contrary to what some Decepticons seemed to think of neutrals, the ones that could go weren't going to stick around to be rounded up and smelted down. They left, and they took all those strange little neutral shops with them. If it wasn't for the continuing onrush of the Great Shutdown, the sudden dearth of fine dining and non-military goods might have reminded the Decepticons of why they had tolerated the neutrals in the first place.
So the Kysses and all the other uniquely Kaon things got spread to other neutral enclaves. Like the anger towards the Decepticons. When things got worse, and the Shutdown kept going and going with no end to the famine in sight... Well, it was the Kaon neutrals who first started setting ambushes for Decepticon patrols.
Tesseract had been a Kaon neutral, and the rifle-transformer had taken to ambushes like a Decepticon took to air-strikes. He'd picked up a reputation somewhere down the years, and now he had to drink in the deepest-level neutral bars to avoid getting hassled by Decepticons who realized who he was. Not so bad, in his opinion; he hadn't liked the Decepticons much since they sank Atalantix. Still...
"I don't want to be an Autobot," he said. "I like the idea of representing nobody but myself. No affiliations, no ties, no loyalties. Just me and mine."
Kup nodded. "Not a problem, Tesseract. Wasn't looking to recruit you. No, this is something I think you might be interested in..."
End
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Title: Ever Been Kyssed?
Fandom: G1 Transformers
Characters: Tesseract, Inklight, Kup
Classification: Gen
Rating: PG
Author's Note: This connects up with a Kup fic I'm working on that may or may not ever get finished. Still it lets me pull Tesseract and Inklight out, as well as babble about neutrals. S'all good.
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Inklight didn't order anything. The wingless Seeker just perched on his chair and glowered at the Autobot across from Tesseract. The Seeker didn't drink much, and he didn't sleep much, but he was real good about making sure Tesseract stayed out of too much trouble. Decepticon gratitude was an odd thing, even when the one who owed it was no longer a Decepticon.
Tesseract ordered a Kaon Black Kys, knowing the mech opposite of him wouldn't even order a pink one. This was an old, experienced Autobot, and he was smart enough not to try to prove how open-minded he was by ordering a Kys. Autobots who drank Kysses worried neutrals, and this was too delicate a situation to want the rifle'former to be worried.
Kaon Kysses were a good drink for the more combat-happy neutrals. Most bars didn't lace them with very much syk at all, but even the little in it was enough to get a Decepticon court-martialled. The Decepticons took their list of illegal drugs very seriously.
Autobots, on the other hand, didn't really like some of the other brewing practices, especially not what went into a Kaon Black Kys. Tesseract didn't blame them; morally, drinking the dead probably wasn't acceptable. But it was something the neutrals of Kaon had taken to doing in the beginning of the Great Shutdown, and it had spread after their diaspora from the Decepticon homeland. Contrary to what some Decepticons seemed to think of neutrals, the ones that could go weren't going to stick around to be rounded up and smelted down. They left, and they took all those strange little neutral shops with them. If it wasn't for the continuing onrush of the Great Shutdown, the sudden dearth of fine dining and non-military goods might have reminded the Decepticons of why they had tolerated the neutrals in the first place.
So the Kysses and all the other uniquely Kaon things got spread to other neutral enclaves. Like the anger towards the Decepticons. When things got worse, and the Shutdown kept going and going with no end to the famine in sight... Well, it was the Kaon neutrals who first started setting ambushes for Decepticon patrols.
Tesseract had been a Kaon neutral, and the rifle-transformer had taken to ambushes like a Decepticon took to air-strikes. He'd picked up a reputation somewhere down the years, and now he had to drink in the deepest-level neutral bars to avoid getting hassled by Decepticons who realized who he was. Not so bad, in his opinion; he hadn't liked the Decepticons much since they sank Atalantix. Still...
"I don't want to be an Autobot," he said. "I like the idea of representing nobody but myself. No affiliations, no ties, no loyalties. Just me and mine."
Kup nodded. "Not a problem, Tesseract. Wasn't looking to recruit you. No, this is something I think you might be interested in..."
End
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Prompt: Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.
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Hm. Confused by the info-dump or confused by the framing bit with Tesseract, Kup, and Inklight?
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A bit both, I suppose.
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Experienced.
Reminds me of mothers who ate soap made out of their dead babies to feel close to them. /randomly ghoulish
Suggestion: Mecha-STDs.
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O_O That's really really disturbing
and I might have to use it in a story.no subject
Seconded!
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femme!Brawl and jealous!Swindle mit Blitzwing.
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Suggestion: Quickstrike and food.
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