Re: Kup/Arcee, perfectiongunmaxualFebruary 24 2012, 10:49:57 UTC
He was perfect.
Her fingers spread over his plating, feeling for the faint grittiness marking sanded-out patches of rust painted over before the nanites properly healed. She sought the tiny dimples that age granted, where dents had been punched into the old plating so many times that self-repair gradually began rewriting indentation into the schematics. She flexed his wrist, moving his hand about to make the joint squeak, but it stayed silent.
All the imperfections; they were gone.
She stretched up and rested her cheek against his, looking over him for hints of age and weakness, the past and experience, but the evidence had been taken away. She inhaled deeply, but the stinging chemical scent of his cy-gars had dissipated. She listened for the stories, but the air was empty.
The stories were finished. The cy-gars had been smoked. The body had been rebuilt, erasing the past that had marred it.
Kup was perfect, now, as only the dead could be, and Arcee mourned the imperfections.
Re: Kup/Everyone, Kup pileraisedbymooglesFebruary 21 2012, 04:10:14 UTC
"Hugpile on Kuuuuup!"Kup whirled theatrically, arms out, a look of comic shock on his face. Blurr was the first, of course, crashing into him hard enough to drive him back a few steps, but the others weren't far behind: Arcee, Groove, Streetwise, Wheelie, Bluestreak, Fireflight, Rewind and Eject all thundered into him, but it was Daniel's leaping hug-attack that proved to be the last straw, sending Kup toppling to the floor with a mighty crash and a laugh
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Her fingers spread over his plating, feeling for the faint grittiness marking sanded-out patches of rust painted over before the nanites properly healed. She sought the tiny dimples that age granted, where dents had been punched into the old plating so many times that self-repair gradually began rewriting indentation into the schematics. She flexed his wrist, moving his hand about to make the joint squeak, but it stayed silent.
All the imperfections; they were gone.
She stretched up and rested her cheek against his, looking over him for hints of age and weakness, the past and experience, but the evidence had been taken away. She inhaled deeply, but the stinging chemical scent of his cy-gars had dissipated. She listened for the stories, but the air was empty.
The stories were finished. The cy-gars had been smoked. The body had been rebuilt, erasing the past that had marred it.
Kup was perfect, now, as only the dead could be, and Arcee mourned the imperfections.
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I'm sure Grimlock will appreciate it, too!
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