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raisedbymoogles) wrote2011-04-25 09:53 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2011-04-25 09:53 pm
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It's all Dragovian's fault. Again.
More steampunk Beast Wars, inspired by the aforementioned's playing around in the verse with BPAL descriptions. (And let me again mention how much I regret having such a poor sense of smell. The descriptions of some of these scents are enchanting, but I know the actual perfumes would be wasted on me.)
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Anyone who said Callie's mechanical friends weren't people clearly had no idea about their scents.
They all smelled of machinery, of course - bright copper and hot steel, oil and lubricant and sparks. These were familiar scents to Callie, but though she liked them, they weren't anything special - all machines smelled like that. The Maximals, on the other hand, had developed their own unique scent signatures, ones that no mere machine could match - Earth scents, developed as a result, or perhaps an adaptation, of living on her world.
Rhinox's was the scent Callie was most familiar with, working closely with him as she often did. She hardly even noticed it most of the time. It was subtle, clean, a little like the plants he liked to categorize (and sample) and a little like the air after a rainstorm. Cheetor's scent was brighter and stronger, warm musk and lightning and (strangely) her father's favorite brandy. Dinobot was the one who smelled most like metal, with a little bit of leather and stone in the mix; Airazor smelled like pine and berries and heavy storm clouds, complement to Tigatron's bright, crisp snow-and-cherry-blossoms scent. The less said about what Rattrap smelled like, the better.
The Predacons too had their own scents, though Callie didn't know them as well - she'd caught hints of fire, rot, leather and steel, and a sharp-sweet tang in the back of her throat when Blackarachnia had captured her once. The one time she'd been close enough to Megatron to smell him, it had been exactly like she thought hell must smell like, and that one time had been enough for her.
It had been Optimus Primal who carried her back home, that time, erasing the scent of hellfire and terror with his own calming presence - cool waters, rich earth, dark green vegetation and shadows, and a hint of fresh fruit. If Megatron smelled like Hell, then Optimus Primal smelled like an evening by the river at Eden; Callie lay her cheek against his shoulder and breathed deeply.
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Anyone who said Callie's mechanical friends weren't people clearly had no idea about their scents.
They all smelled of machinery, of course - bright copper and hot steel, oil and lubricant and sparks. These were familiar scents to Callie, but though she liked them, they weren't anything special - all machines smelled like that. The Maximals, on the other hand, had developed their own unique scent signatures, ones that no mere machine could match - Earth scents, developed as a result, or perhaps an adaptation, of living on her world.
Rhinox's was the scent Callie was most familiar with, working closely with him as she often did. She hardly even noticed it most of the time. It was subtle, clean, a little like the plants he liked to categorize (and sample) and a little like the air after a rainstorm. Cheetor's scent was brighter and stronger, warm musk and lightning and (strangely) her father's favorite brandy. Dinobot was the one who smelled most like metal, with a little bit of leather and stone in the mix; Airazor smelled like pine and berries and heavy storm clouds, complement to Tigatron's bright, crisp snow-and-cherry-blossoms scent. The less said about what Rattrap smelled like, the better.
The Predacons too had their own scents, though Callie didn't know them as well - she'd caught hints of fire, rot, leather and steel, and a sharp-sweet tang in the back of her throat when Blackarachnia had captured her once. The one time she'd been close enough to Megatron to smell him, it had been exactly like she thought hell must smell like, and that one time had been enough for her.
It had been Optimus Primal who carried her back home, that time, erasing the scent of hellfire and terror with his own calming presence - cool waters, rich earth, dark green vegetation and shadows, and a hint of fresh fruit. If Megatron smelled like Hell, then Optimus Primal smelled like an evening by the river at Eden; Callie lay her cheek against his shoulder and breathed deeply.
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Also, I should really send you some of the imps I have in duplicate or that I'll never wear, just to see if you can smell 'em.
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My bunny overlords and I love you too!
Dude, I'll pay shipping. I just don't want to spend all that money on imps and then be disappointed.
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And if the scents I'm getting from Good Judy are any good, I'm buying bottles and sending along the sample sizes, because the universe demands you have Mecha and Jackalope. :D
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*giggles* Of course! :DDD
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