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The best part of my Baymax plushie (besides EVERYTHING) is that his arms are very movable, so you can arrange him like he's actually giving you a hug, which is definitely something I needed after rewatching RvB season 10. EVERY TIME. EVERY TIME, A KNIFE IN MY HEART. Tired Alpha and Tex and the Director and Epsilon and my precious asshole darling Carolina and my precious Blood Gulch assholes and my baby Wash, IT'S JUST A STORM OF INFINITE FEELINGS. ;o; How can a stupid show about a bunch of idiot fake space soldiers do this to me?
Also I need the soundtrack, like, super bad. So much good music in all the seasons, but I especially love the Freelancer songs.
ABRUPTLY CHANGING TOPICS, a couple of days ago was the birthday of a certain someone who happens to share a couple fandoms with me, so I have written a tiny bit of fic for them. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY,
mooreeffoc! (I don't know if the original inspiration for this idea was you or not, alas, but it was the brilliant idea of SOME gentlefailer...)
Also, Halo 4? That's the game where the Arbiter takes two weeks' vacation, gets a feeling that Cortana and John are still out there, then borrows a ship, finds them, and they all go on a zany galactic road-trip, right?
"It's gaining on us!" Thel 'Vadam shouted from the warthog's gun, and John-117 crushed the gas pedal down harder. The warthog's engine groaned as it leaped ahead, but when he risked a glance back, the giant eight-legged beast chasing them had galloped even closer, its mouth gaping wide to show off an incredibly large ring of pointy teeth. Just great. He yanked the wheel left to avoid a huge pillar of rock and the tires shrieked against the gravelly ground.
Cortana materialized above the dashboard and said, "Watch out ahead. I couldn't get a good scan of this terrain and there might be - wait! Stop! I think there's a -"
The warthog burst out of the stony maze and soared out over an unseen cliff's edge into empty air.
"Hang on!" John yelled, and Thel 'Vadam roared something indistinct back as Cortana's avatar vanished and the warthog plunged downwards. The wind screamed past John's helmet, his hands crumpled dents into the useless steering wheel, and his guts had frozen into a bowling ball because this time, this time, at last, his luck had run out...
They landed on solid ground with a bone-cracking rattle a second later. The warthog bounced once before its tires dug into the ground and it charged ahead into a flat sea of waving purple grass. John looked back again and saw Thel 'Vadam still holding on to the gun, and the beast skidding to a halt at the shallow cliff's edge; it bellowed after them, then turned and skulked back into the rocks.
He breathed in deeply and let his cramping foot relax off the pedal, and the engine's rumble softened as they drove on. The plain stretched out ahead of them, empty and peaceful as far as he could see. "That could've gone worse," he said, not that he wanted to dwell on all the ways driving off a cliff could go wrong.
"It seems your luck has saved us once again, brother," Thel 'Vadam rumbled as he climbed back into the passenger seat.
Cortana reappeared with her arms crossed, but instead of glaring at John for the bumpy ride, she looked up at the sky. "Luck. Sure," she said. "Sometimes I wonder if that's the right word for it..."
"Good enough word for me," John said. "You want to drive next?"
"Don't tempt me."
The intelligence that stretched across a hundred billion light-years of space and matter, dwelling in the vibration of atoms and the death of stars, reborn a god in the moment of closure and expansion with all the infinite paths of chance at its command, recalled another soldier of another place and time. And it laughed.
This one, it thought, has been worth keeping around, too.
I will try and make it better for official posting later, but now I should probably sleep (frickin' time changes)... /o\
Crossposted from Dreamwidth - read the original post here: http://hokuton-punch.dreamwidth.org/1039831.html .
Also I need the soundtrack, like, super bad. So much good music in all the seasons, but I especially love the Freelancer songs.
ABRUPTLY CHANGING TOPICS, a couple of days ago was the birthday of a certain someone who happens to share a couple fandoms with me, so I have written a tiny bit of fic for them. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY,
mooreeffoc! (I don't know if the original inspiration for this idea was you or not, alas, but it was the brilliant idea of SOME gentlefailer...)
Also, Halo 4? That's the game where the Arbiter takes two weeks' vacation, gets a feeling that Cortana and John are still out there, then borrows a ship, finds them, and they all go on a zany galactic road-trip, right?
"It's gaining on us!" Thel 'Vadam shouted from the warthog's gun, and John-117 crushed the gas pedal down harder. The warthog's engine groaned as it leaped ahead, but when he risked a glance back, the giant eight-legged beast chasing them had galloped even closer, its mouth gaping wide to show off an incredibly large ring of pointy teeth. Just great. He yanked the wheel left to avoid a huge pillar of rock and the tires shrieked against the gravelly ground.
Cortana materialized above the dashboard and said, "Watch out ahead. I couldn't get a good scan of this terrain and there might be - wait! Stop! I think there's a -"
The warthog burst out of the stony maze and soared out over an unseen cliff's edge into empty air.
"Hang on!" John yelled, and Thel 'Vadam roared something indistinct back as Cortana's avatar vanished and the warthog plunged downwards. The wind screamed past John's helmet, his hands crumpled dents into the useless steering wheel, and his guts had frozen into a bowling ball because this time, this time, at last, his luck had run out...
They landed on solid ground with a bone-cracking rattle a second later. The warthog bounced once before its tires dug into the ground and it charged ahead into a flat sea of waving purple grass. John looked back again and saw Thel 'Vadam still holding on to the gun, and the beast skidding to a halt at the shallow cliff's edge; it bellowed after them, then turned and skulked back into the rocks.
He breathed in deeply and let his cramping foot relax off the pedal, and the engine's rumble softened as they drove on. The plain stretched out ahead of them, empty and peaceful as far as he could see. "That could've gone worse," he said, not that he wanted to dwell on all the ways driving off a cliff could go wrong.
"It seems your luck has saved us once again, brother," Thel 'Vadam rumbled as he climbed back into the passenger seat.
Cortana reappeared with her arms crossed, but instead of glaring at John for the bumpy ride, she looked up at the sky. "Luck. Sure," she said. "Sometimes I wonder if that's the right word for it..."
"Good enough word for me," John said. "You want to drive next?"
"Don't tempt me."
The intelligence that stretched across a hundred billion light-years of space and matter, dwelling in the vibration of atoms and the death of stars, reborn a god in the moment of closure and expansion with all the infinite paths of chance at its command, recalled another soldier of another place and time. And it laughed.
This one, it thought, has been worth keeping around, too.
I will try and make it better for official posting later, but now I should probably sleep (frickin' time changes)... /o\
Crossposted from Dreamwidth - read the original post here: http://hokuton-punch.dreamwidth.org/1039831.html .