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raisedbymoogles) wrote2011-11-18 07:27 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2011-11-18 07:27 pm
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Posting this here because only 3 people will get it and 2 are here, and it doesn't belong on AO3.
It's another floating snippet! This one I wrote at work. XD Set in the same 'verse (more or less) as Storm System, a G1/FF7 crossover wherein Cloud is an Autobot.
It might have been spherical, once, but centuries upon centuries of building upon itself, absorbing whole civilizations, mutations, fierce battles with suns and black holes, had squished and deformed it. It made an attempt at symmetry, with two finlike protrusions on each side, two broad patches of metal along each side like the sides of a ship, and a single stalk sprouting from the top that ended in a sickly-glowing bulb. Yet its parts bulged all over like tumors: giant gears rising out of flesh, ropey scars webbed over a crazy-quilt of metal plates, a single winglike protrusion shimmering with snarled circuitry beating the air. It was a technorganic monstrosity, the worst parts of both worlds cobbled together at the whim of a virus-mind that had no understanding of how bodies worked, whose only goal was destruction and subsumation.
“Mother,” Sephiroth breathed from Cloud’s shoulder, with intense horror that approached awe.
“The Jenova Mechanism,” Cloud murmured, correcting the human gently. “A virus that evolved to infect both mechanical and organic species. What we’re seeing isn’t even its body - just random flotsam left over from worlds it’s eaten.”
“Then how do we kill it?” Sephiroth gripped the hilt of his sword but didn’t draw it. “If we cut it open, we’ll just spill the virus out. Earth will be infected that much faster.”
“Aeris says Holy can take care of that.” Cloud turned, scanning the cliffsides. “I hope she’s right. But she has to get close enough to cast, and Jenova’s servants are coming.”
Sephiroth nodded and drew his sword as the sky overhead was filled with the roar of alien engines. The Decepticons transformed and landed between them and the Mechanism, their optics glowing a blank, poisonous green - the same color, Cloud was told, that his own optics had been when he tried to kill Aeris.
“Let’s clear the way for her,” he told Sephiroth. The human nodded, the clean bright light of magic already engulfing his sword.
It might have been spherical, once, but centuries upon centuries of building upon itself, absorbing whole civilizations, mutations, fierce battles with suns and black holes, had squished and deformed it. It made an attempt at symmetry, with two finlike protrusions on each side, two broad patches of metal along each side like the sides of a ship, and a single stalk sprouting from the top that ended in a sickly-glowing bulb. Yet its parts bulged all over like tumors: giant gears rising out of flesh, ropey scars webbed over a crazy-quilt of metal plates, a single winglike protrusion shimmering with snarled circuitry beating the air. It was a technorganic monstrosity, the worst parts of both worlds cobbled together at the whim of a virus-mind that had no understanding of how bodies worked, whose only goal was destruction and subsumation.
“Mother,” Sephiroth breathed from Cloud’s shoulder, with intense horror that approached awe.
“The Jenova Mechanism,” Cloud murmured, correcting the human gently. “A virus that evolved to infect both mechanical and organic species. What we’re seeing isn’t even its body - just random flotsam left over from worlds it’s eaten.”
“Then how do we kill it?” Sephiroth gripped the hilt of his sword but didn’t draw it. “If we cut it open, we’ll just spill the virus out. Earth will be infected that much faster.”
“Aeris says Holy can take care of that.” Cloud turned, scanning the cliffsides. “I hope she’s right. But she has to get close enough to cast, and Jenova’s servants are coming.”
Sephiroth nodded and drew his sword as the sky overhead was filled with the roar of alien engines. The Decepticons transformed and landed between them and the Mechanism, their optics glowing a blank, poisonous green - the same color, Cloud was told, that his own optics had been when he tried to kill Aeris.
“Let’s clear the way for her,” he told Sephiroth. The human nodded, the clean bright light of magic already engulfing his sword.
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I like the notion of human-Seph and Cloud-bot. Now I have this mental picture of Seph riding Cloud's Fenrir-style alt-mode (and another picture of chibi-Seph sitting with a brush and swearing up a storm as he tries to get his hair untangled, while Cloud's off in the background saying something along the lines of "told you to wear a helmet").
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...*pfftgiggle* That needs to be drawn by somebody.
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