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- a:tla,
- au weirdness,
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- fic,
- meme
It's That Time Again!
I'm in massive cleaning mode, with a PC-nuking on the horizon. I have both cons and LARP-dates coming up. I'm feeling good and crazy-busy and haven't written a thing in months- you know what this means....
Meme time! Ganked from one or more of beckyh2111, spyridona, darkpuck, and I think suzukiblu but that might be a secondhand gank at this point. Anyway- list me an Avatar character or pairing, and I'll see what I can some up with for these ten different AUs. Please bear in mind that I may be much slower in answering than others.
1. wild west:
2. cyberpunk:
3. furries:
4. pirates:
5. ...in SPACE!!:
6. born another gender:
7. schoolfic:
8.police/firefighterspick your poison (and specify please!):
9. urban fantasy:
10. harem:
Meme Is Closed! Thank you, everyone, for your prompts and your patience- I'll work through these, it just may take a bit.
Meme time! Ganked from one or more of beckyh2111, spyridona, darkpuck, and I think suzukiblu but that might be a secondhand gank at this point. Anyway- list me an Avatar character or pairing, and I'll see what I can some up with for these ten different AUs. Please bear in mind that I may be much slower in answering than others.
1. wild west:
2. cyberpunk:
3. furries:
4. pirates:
5. ...in SPACE!!:
6. born another gender:
7. schoolfic:
8.
9. urban fantasy:
10. harem:
Meme Is Closed! Thank you, everyone, for your prompts and your patience- I'll work through these, it just may take a bit.
Part 2! (and out of order)
8. Pick your poison- Cameron!Avatar!
The blurry outline of a lean, blue warrior looks back at him from the dark glass. He can almost imagine the elegant braids and clean-shaven sides of a grown man’s head, the warpaint of a true member of the tribe.
Too bad the scattered bands haven’t had anything like a guide to the proper ways of the People in a very long time. Too bad the true People argue amongst themselves about the true Way, and in the meanwhile those who’ve lost who they were but haven’t yet been obliterated struggle along as best they can. One hundred years after Jakesooli started a war he couldn’t finish, Jhet likes to think a proper tribe would take him and his fellow warriors in, having won many victories against the Sky People and proven their valor- but some have looked at his scrounged armor and weapons, his half-length queue and shuddered at the mutilation of what should be. Others (he grinds his teeth and wishes he could join with them, make them see) others talk of peace and trade and protecting what they can and he knows them to be traitors, who don’t deserve the sacrifice of his better nature even as he gives his all to protect them from themselves. Even the new Turok Makto, young as he was-
But enough of that- Eywa’s breath blows swift and cool, and he knows the metal eyes will be sweeping this way soon. A moment’s thought and he’s gone, the thick jungle that grows right up to the foot of the compound enfolding him as he spirits through the night.
The alarms haven’t rung out yet- but that’s about to change.
The Sky People have tribes themselves, different clans who rule different colonies. Their spread is unchecked by anything but their own whims, and different clans use different methods to tame their own patch of jungle. The only reason he can get so close to Ahg-nee-corp’s walls is because his injured queue leaves him invulnerable to the subsonics that protect their compound from any sort of large assault. The air is dead here, all the living things scared away by the vicious jangle on the edge of their nerves.
He just gets a headache at the back of his teeth, and grits them as he moves in on his target.
The medical wing of the compound is large and dark and quiet. Ahg-nee-corp soldiers are the fastest and the fiercest and the most well-equipped, and that is why they’ve almost covered the world as Jhet knows it, and why their healers are not very busy at this time of night.
Ahg-nee is also the most devious of the Sky tribes, awakening the old stories of the dreamwalkers and making them live again. Demons in false bodies, walking the surface of the world, seeing with false eyes and digging out secrets, spreading lies and disease.
stealing hearts
Well, after tonight, they will never be able to do that again.
He finds the window, knows the way from careful counting, the pattern described to him by his warriors who took it from a walking dreamer, his false body falling into their hands. They’d made him talk before his spirit escaped, and made sure he could never retake his flesh again.
Focus.
It doesn’t take a great effort- the glass pops out with some digging, air-pressure working for him and not against as he leaps in before the jets can start filling the breach with masses of sticky foam.
…
Re: Part 2! side B (and out of order)
The medical wing is quiet and dark. Only one of the amnio-tanks is occupied, lit softly from within as its occupant twitches in dreamless sleep. Across the glass, a lone figure stands watching, wire-limned fingers outstretched as they tap the surface. There’s hardly a squeak as she does- this is cutting-edge exosuit technology, quiet and strong and sleek.
Nothing but the best for Daddy’s girl.
AgniCorp’s stocks are sky-high and climbing, since the fall of the rumored native Messiah, the Toruk Makto, and fine grey dust fuels a grateful world. She’s walking on her own for the first time since the accident- the fingers splayed against the glass are still numb in their servo’ed cage, but they’ll come back to life in time. Her whole left side is slowly, slowly wakening. She’s earned a new chance at life.
All she had to sell was her soul to get it.
‘Zuka’ sleeps on in her living cryo-chamber, continuing the two-year dream that has been her life. It’s a mask she doesn’t need anymore, they’ve said.
The cub can be studied.
No one says anything, of course- speak ill of the hero that saved her family’s empire, sacrificed years of her life in order to sustain a desperate market? She did what she had to do.
She’s redeemed herself.
Just a little while longer. I’ve almost got enough exopack canisters stashed away, and I know I can get one of those abandoned stations working again-
An alarm shrieks, tearing her out of treasonous plans and pulling her back into the world of the living.
Except he’s dead, Jhet’s dead like the Turok Makto might not be and he’s rushing past the hallway and skidding to a stop with that same knife-hacked haircut and battered rifle and computer-guts trailing from his claws-
They stay frozen in that tableau for a lifetime, a heartbeat. Jhet’s lover has two faces, and they are side by side- and neither is whole. (another one damaged in this endless war, Na’vi but not People, a good match for half a man who can only love, not bond) Zuka’s lover has one face, but hides many things behind it. (a man who can’t See what he’s told is there, but believes in it so hard he’ll kill or die for it)
She doesn’t know what he’ll say, but the sound of glass breaking from the hallway turns him around, just enough. The tasers fire from the palm of her exosuit, and she knows that once again, things have just gotten a hundred times more complex than she wanted them to be.
Re: Part 2! side B (and out of order)
All of thesed make me beg for continuing and some backstory, explanation something. I curse you. ;D
Re: Part 2! side B (and out of order)
Re: Part 2! side B (and out of order)