So, how many of y'all remember the
Cyberpunk Meme?
*crickets chirp*
Yeah, me neither.
Anyway, here is a list of the currently-written fics in it. I am slowly hashing out the rest. Very slowly. >.>
Sometimes he didn't know if he was awake or dreaming. Plunging into the ocean, he was pretty sure that had been real. Being pulled out, he wasn't sure. He kind of hoped that was a dream, because they'd taken his boy away and put him on a table and cut him--
That had to be a dream.
But he had been dreaming for a long time.
Haru supposes he shouldn't be as happy behind the wheel of a car as he is. After all, he's Earthborn, and shouldn't like having his feet out of contact with the ground. And he doesn't usually. But all that changes when he gets in a car.
He lives for this, for the feel of the wind blowing through his hair and across his face as he soars down the road with all the windows down, the radio blasting out classic rock and early metal.
Nobody will take this away from him.
Zuko took off his mask with a relieved sigh, then whispered a code. He flinched as his cybernetic eye switched all the way back on, flooding his brain with the data it had collected while in standby mode.
Zhao would never suspect he'd been the one to get the Avatar out now.
"This is impossible," Katara whispered, staring at the boy who had called Zhao -- Zhao -- 'uncle'. Storm-grey eyes, unruly dark hair, Earth Kingdoms to the core.
Airborn.
"A lot of people say that," the boy replied, grinning broadly.
He reminded her of Aang.
"No," Hyo informs Xin Wan. "We are not using that technique on the Avatar's friends."
"It won't hurt them," the other man wheedles.
"No," Hyo repeats, firmer. "Not on children."