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raisedbymoogles—Playing With Kids
Prompt: Playing With Kids--humanfic.
Author’s Note: Less angst this time, just some random little idea I had about Scourge-as-human and his abilities.
Humans had no idea how powerful their own senses were. They walked around deaf and scentblind most of the time like seekers who’d never been taught what those pointy things on their backs were for. Scourge, on the other hand, was more in tune with his sensors even in his normal form. He knew how to puzzle out the mess of smells and sounds and changes in the wind and form them into something comprehensive and useful.
To his left, the scent of fruit and soap mingled with hot rubber. “One of you’s by the buried tires.. The one with the braid, I think.” An angry huff as he was proved correct.
Scourge exhaled, trying to quiet the sound of his breath and the beating of his heart. He was used to them now, the strange noises that constantly reminded him of his vulnerable body and the delicate thread his life hung by. Some days he barely noticed his vital signs at all until he needed to power down and actually think.
The creak of wood to the right and the chime of metal on metal. Two o’clock, as the humans put it. “And someone’s up in the tower next to the bridge.”
Heavy echoing panting. There’d been clangs from there earlier, when they’d all scattered to hide. Soft ones, though, from someone light and in their socks. “The short kid’s over in the slide.”
Something sweet and sticky in front of him, not too far away. “Whoever had the popsicle earlier is sitting on the spinny centrifuge thingie.”
The soft thuds of heavy feet on grass behind him. A low snort of derision. Scourge smiled in triumph. “And some idiot who thinks he’s clever is trying to sneak up on me.”
A harsh, proud voice, anger tinged with amusement. “Scourge, what in the name of Unicron are you doing?”
Scourge’s head jerked up so fast he nearly gave himelf whiplash. “Oh! Lord Galvatron, didn’t see you there!” he exclaimed hurriedly, staring blindly up at his leader through fuzzy darkness.
“That much I can tell.” Galvatron snatched the blindfold off Scourge’s head, nearly taking the tracker’s ear off in the process. “You are supposed to be fetching the communicator parts, why are you sitting here like an idiot with some frivolous bit of cloth on your face?”
Scourge threw a hand up to protect his eyes and squinted against the sudden brightness. Damn the slow adaption time on these sensors.“I’m, ah…winning a bet, mighty one. They wouldn’t believe I could do it if I just covered my eyes.”
“Who’s ‘they’ and do what?” If he’d been in his natural body, Galvatron would be heating up the cannon right around now.
“The human children. Find them with my passive sensors alone.” Scourge squirmed on the metal bench, which had suddenly become far more uncomfortable. “It was for a bet,” he repeated helplessly.
Between his fingers Scourge saw his young audience crawling out of their hiding spaces. The first demonstration of his sensory prowess was just for the prestige; this time he’d planned to get something useful out of it.
He lowered his hands as his eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight. “Come on, pay up. That was under five minutes and blindfolded.” Begrudgingly, the kids each piled a half-melted candy bar into Scourge’s hands as Galvatron watched disdainfully.
“No way you weren’t cheating.”
“You gotta be psychic or something. Or have x-ray eyes.”
“Where’d you learn how to do that?”
Scourge grinned, running his hands over the chocolate the way Swindle might grope the profits of his latest sale. “I’m an alien, like I told you. I have magical alien sensors.” Forgetting his place for a moment, he smugly tore one wrapper open and took a bite of soft, gooey chocolate with a quiet hum of pleasure.
The first Unicronian trip to the shop had resulted in a broad selection of human foods from various plant and animal sources. The second trip, done after they’d picked through their options to find what was the least disgusting, had filled the freezer with Thin Mints.
Galvatron leaned over and sneered cruelly at the children, one of whom took a nervous step back. “Yes, he’s very sensitive,” the Decepticon leader growled. “Just look at this!”
The children’s fearful looks turned to giggles as Galvatron dug his fingers into Scourge’s thick black hair and hauled him yelping to his feet.
“Your little tricks might impress little protoforms, Scourge, but I am not amused. We are going.”
“Ow ow yesmylord ow please let go AAGH—“ Galvatron gave him an emphatic tug in the direction of the road and started walking, forcing Scourge to follow sideways with his head at a ninety degree angle.
“Move faster and it will hurt less.”
As his fanclub bid him farewell with mocking laughter, Scourge lamented privately that this probably meant he wouldn’t even get to keep his winnings.
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raisedbymoogles—Playing With KidsPrompt: Playing With Kids--humanfic.
Author’s Note: Less angst this time, just some random little idea I had about Scourge-as-human and his abilities.
Humans had no idea how powerful their own senses were. They walked around deaf and scentblind most of the time like seekers who’d never been taught what those pointy things on their backs were for. Scourge, on the other hand, was more in tune with his sensors even in his normal form. He knew how to puzzle out the mess of smells and sounds and changes in the wind and form them into something comprehensive and useful.
To his left, the scent of fruit and soap mingled with hot rubber. “One of you’s by the buried tires.. The one with the braid, I think.” An angry huff as he was proved correct.
Scourge exhaled, trying to quiet the sound of his breath and the beating of his heart. He was used to them now, the strange noises that constantly reminded him of his vulnerable body and the delicate thread his life hung by. Some days he barely noticed his vital signs at all until he needed to power down and actually think.
The creak of wood to the right and the chime of metal on metal. Two o’clock, as the humans put it. “And someone’s up in the tower next to the bridge.”
Heavy echoing panting. There’d been clangs from there earlier, when they’d all scattered to hide. Soft ones, though, from someone light and in their socks. “The short kid’s over in the slide.”
Something sweet and sticky in front of him, not too far away. “Whoever had the popsicle earlier is sitting on the spinny centrifuge thingie.”
The soft thuds of heavy feet on grass behind him. A low snort of derision. Scourge smiled in triumph. “And some idiot who thinks he’s clever is trying to sneak up on me.”
A harsh, proud voice, anger tinged with amusement. “Scourge, what in the name of Unicron are you doing?”
Scourge’s head jerked up so fast he nearly gave himelf whiplash. “Oh! Lord Galvatron, didn’t see you there!” he exclaimed hurriedly, staring blindly up at his leader through fuzzy darkness.
“That much I can tell.” Galvatron snatched the blindfold off Scourge’s head, nearly taking the tracker’s ear off in the process. “You are supposed to be fetching the communicator parts, why are you sitting here like an idiot with some frivolous bit of cloth on your face?”
Scourge threw a hand up to protect his eyes and squinted against the sudden brightness. Damn the slow adaption time on these sensors.“I’m, ah…winning a bet, mighty one. They wouldn’t believe I could do it if I just covered my eyes.”
“Who’s ‘they’ and do what?” If he’d been in his natural body, Galvatron would be heating up the cannon right around now.
“The human children. Find them with my passive sensors alone.” Scourge squirmed on the metal bench, which had suddenly become far more uncomfortable. “It was for a bet,” he repeated helplessly.
Between his fingers Scourge saw his young audience crawling out of their hiding spaces. The first demonstration of his sensory prowess was just for the prestige; this time he’d planned to get something useful out of it.
He lowered his hands as his eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight. “Come on, pay up. That was under five minutes and blindfolded.” Begrudgingly, the kids each piled a half-melted candy bar into Scourge’s hands as Galvatron watched disdainfully.
“No way you weren’t cheating.”
“You gotta be psychic or something. Or have x-ray eyes.”
“Where’d you learn how to do that?”
Scourge grinned, running his hands over the chocolate the way Swindle might grope the profits of his latest sale. “I’m an alien, like I told you. I have magical alien sensors.” Forgetting his place for a moment, he smugly tore one wrapper open and took a bite of soft, gooey chocolate with a quiet hum of pleasure.
The first Unicronian trip to the shop had resulted in a broad selection of human foods from various plant and animal sources. The second trip, done after they’d picked through their options to find what was the least disgusting, had filled the freezer with Thin Mints.
Galvatron leaned over and sneered cruelly at the children, one of whom took a nervous step back. “Yes, he’s very sensitive,” the Decepticon leader growled. “Just look at this!”
The children’s fearful looks turned to giggles as Galvatron dug his fingers into Scourge’s thick black hair and hauled him yelping to his feet.
“Your little tricks might impress little protoforms, Scourge, but I am not amused. We are going.”
“Ow ow yesmylord ow please let go AAGH—“ Galvatron gave him an emphatic tug in the direction of the road and started walking, forcing Scourge to follow sideways with his head at a ninety degree angle.
“Move faster and it will hurt less.”
As his fanclub bid him farewell with mocking laughter, Scourge lamented privately that this probably meant he wouldn’t even get to keep his winnings.
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Date: 2009-01-15 08:23 pm (UTC)I love it!
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Date: 2009-01-15 08:27 pm (UTC)But yes, it's hard to be cool when you're being someone's bitch.
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Date: 2009-01-15 11:22 pm (UTC)Cool, though. I like the idea of Scourge being that good with his senses even in human form. It's nice to see him being the one in tune with the universe instead of the one who always looks awkward. ^_^
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Date: 2009-01-15 11:27 pm (UTC)I actually got the idea from an old Fantastic Facts (I think) book I had when I was a kid. Apparently humans have olfactory skills that nearly rival those of dogs, we just don't pay attention to them enough to use them. Add that to Scourge just being very used to using his peripheral senses and you get...well, this.
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