[Transformers] Pincher is Tarantulas's daddy (1/2)beckyh2112January 16 2012, 23:08:02 UTC
"You are not a Predacon."
Tarantulas startled in the process of packing his laboratory, legs flexing to their full extent. That voice! Oh, how he hated it. Its mild sound, its strange cadences that were nearly unique.
"Father," he said neutrally, lowering a leg so he could glance over his shoulder. "To what do I owe the... pleasure?"
Pincher stood in the doorway of his lab, wearing the pseudo-flesh shell he had from the War. He scowled and glared, and Tarantulas mentally catalogued all the ways a Transformer should have found the expression exaggerated. All the ways he didn't - fwagh! Even now, he thought other people weren't expressive enough!
"You put in an application for Predacon citizenship," his father said, thumbs tapping against fingers in a steady rhythm. "It's curious for a mechanism built by an Autobot. Maximal citizenship is freely available to you."
"Built by a Maximal," he corrected, lingering over the word. The flinch, oh, he barely saw it, but it was there! "One of Shockwave's Maximals, and don't think I don't
( ... )
[Transformers] Pincher is Tarantulas's daddy (2/2)beckyh2112January 16 2012, 23:08:20 UTC
"You do not understand," Pincher snarled.
"I understand you accepted one of Megatron's right-hand mechs as the leader of Cybetron," he taunted.
A heavy grey claw grasped all the legs on his left side. Gently, so gently Tarantulas could barely feel it- and he knew if his father squeezed even a millipascal, he'd sever all four legs. Electricity quickened in Tarantulas's wires, creating shivers in his spark.
He wasn't afraid.
"You never fought back, Father, and you're still wearing the shell Shockwave designed for you. Though I'm sure you know what he meant it for, eheheheheheh."
The bottom-most of Tarantulas's legs fell and clanged against the inside of Pincher's claw. He hissed in pain.
Father dropped him, and there was a flurry of movement as Tarantulas twisted to land on his feet and Pincher folded back into his Pretender shell. He snuck a glance at Father while he grabbed his leg and wanted to snicker at the haunted look on Pincher's face. Father always looked so upset when he lost his temper. Like he'd failed someone
( ... )
Re: [Transformers] Pincher is Tarantulas's daddy (2/2)lunatronJanuary 17 2012, 01:24:29 UTC
I like how Tarantulas picks at his father like an oxbird sipping the blood of a giraffe. You do a good job of conveying a disastrously screwed up family situation in a short amount of space.
I like how being exposed to a human-form Pretender has messed with Tarantulas's concept of expressiveness.
In some ways, they seem to be having two separate conversations.
'The wonderfully disgusting sound' is a neat bit of phrasing, because I can see Tarantulas thinking that way.
You give the Autobots of old an interesting fading grandeur, which works, I think. I also really dig how you hammer home the scale differences.
I like how you play with what Shockwave did to Pincher's head.
Tarantulas wanting it to be Optimus Prime is interesting - a little notoriety hound, he is.
Poor Pincher. He wanted a baby that couldn't be brainwashed via code... but there are emotional means, too.
Also, hereditary vampirism.
So much love. It seems like you had fun writing this!
[Bonus] No morals. No experience. No clue.beckyh2112January 23 2012, 01:01:50 UTC
Hunt lifts her head from behind the pile of rubble briefly. The supervillain doesn't spot her amid all the lightning he's throwing out. There are more bodies on the street than before. Two more buildings have lost power. One more burns.
"No backup's coming," Dahlia says, Hollister's radio in hand. She holds her gun like it's a tool she doesn't use very often. Hunt can't read her; she doesn't think Dahlia can read herself.
"I kn-know." Hollister has a hand pressed to his blood-soaked thigh. He said it stopped bleeding. He lied. He's deluding himself into thinking he can hold out until the Crimson Cavalier can arrive. He's wrong, Hunt thinks. She reads him like an e-mail; sometimes she thinks he reads her like a text message.
She says nothing, just checks the ammo in her rifle. Her eyes meet Hollister's- he looks away. Her eyes meet Dahlia's- they hold. Then the other woman dips her head slightly.
Hunt puts a bullet through the perp's head before he can tear apart more of downtown.
[Bonus] Prowlbeckyh2112January 26 2012, 04:39:55 UTC
Drift glares at the mech sitting in the cell. Prowl. His Prowl. There are things- he doesn't have proof, but he's so sure about some of the things he lays at Prowl's feet. He's sure there was worse to come.
'You shouldn't have brought him back,' he argued with Ultra Magnus, and the bigger mech had just frowned.
'We couldn't leave him for the Decepticons.'
'Then you should have shot him!' turned out to be the wrong answer
( ... )
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Tarantulas startled in the process of packing his laboratory, legs flexing to their full extent. That voice! Oh, how he hated it. Its mild sound, its strange cadences that were nearly unique.
"Father," he said neutrally, lowering a leg so he could glance over his shoulder. "To what do I owe the... pleasure?"
Pincher stood in the doorway of his lab, wearing the pseudo-flesh shell he had from the War. He scowled and glared, and Tarantulas mentally catalogued all the ways a Transformer should have found the expression exaggerated. All the ways he didn't - fwagh! Even now, he thought other people weren't expressive enough!
"You put in an application for Predacon citizenship," his father said, thumbs tapping against fingers in a steady rhythm. "It's curious for a mechanism built by an Autobot. Maximal citizenship is freely available to you."
"Built by a Maximal," he corrected, lingering over the word. The flinch, oh, he barely saw it, but it was there! "One of Shockwave's Maximals, and don't think I don't ( ... )
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"I understand you accepted one of Megatron's right-hand mechs as the leader of Cybetron," he taunted.
A heavy grey claw grasped all the legs on his left side. Gently, so gently Tarantulas could barely feel it- and he knew if his father squeezed even a millipascal, he'd sever all four legs. Electricity quickened in Tarantulas's wires, creating shivers in his spark.
He wasn't afraid.
"You never fought back, Father, and you're still wearing the shell Shockwave designed for you. Though I'm sure you know what he meant it for, eheheheheheh."
The bottom-most of Tarantulas's legs fell and clanged against the inside of Pincher's claw. He hissed in pain.
Father dropped him, and there was a flurry of movement as Tarantulas twisted to land on his feet and Pincher folded back into his Pretender shell. He snuck a glance at Father while he grabbed his leg and wanted to snicker at the haunted look on Pincher's face. Father always looked so upset when he lost his temper. Like he'd failed someone ( ... )
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I like how being exposed to a human-form Pretender has messed with Tarantulas's concept of expressiveness.
In some ways, they seem to be having two separate conversations.
'The wonderfully disgusting sound' is a neat bit of phrasing, because I can see Tarantulas thinking that way.
You give the Autobots of old an interesting fading grandeur, which works, I think. I also really dig how you hammer home the scale differences.
I like how you play with what Shockwave did to Pincher's head.
Tarantulas wanting it to be Optimus Prime is interesting - a little notoriety hound, he is.
Poor Pincher. He wanted a baby that couldn't be brainwashed via code... but there are emotional means, too.
Also, hereditary vampirism.
So much love. It seems like you had fun writing this!
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"No backup's coming," Dahlia says, Hollister's radio in hand. She holds her gun like it's a tool she doesn't use very often. Hunt can't read her; she doesn't think Dahlia can read herself.
"I kn-know." Hollister has a hand pressed to his blood-soaked thigh. He said it stopped bleeding. He lied. He's deluding himself into thinking he can hold out until the Crimson Cavalier can arrive. He's wrong, Hunt thinks. She reads him like an e-mail; sometimes she thinks he reads her like a text message.
She says nothing, just checks the ammo in her rifle. Her eyes meet Hollister's- he looks away. Her eyes meet Dahlia's- they hold. Then the other woman dips her head slightly.
Hunt puts a bullet through the perp's head before he can tear apart more of downtown.
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This is lovely.
You pack in a lot of good characterisation, especially for Hollister, in a short bit.
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'You shouldn't have brought him back,' he argued with Ultra Magnus, and the bigger mech had just frowned.
'We couldn't leave him for the Decepticons.'
'Then you should have shot him!' turned out to be the wrong answer ( ... )
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Also, you write a good Drift. Ultra Magnus, too.
I wonder at the symbology of the different thought-colours.
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