"I know I've got pants on underneath, but I may just keep these pants on all night."
The peculiarity of the overheard statement caught Jazz's attention upon his arrival to the small high school he had been visiting for this particular celebration for the last ... how long had it been, now? He checked his memory archives and realized that it had been at least eleven years. The school had changed in that time, and so had he.
"If you've got pants on underneath, why don't you just--" the girl's companion mimed taring away his own pants with both hands and they shared a laugh. Something about the cadence of his voice and phrasing pinged Jazz'
"Hey."
A familiar voice, mostly familiar in any case, from an unfamiliar source. Instead of the dusty maroon Geo he hadn't found in his last few days of searching, a champagne Toyota. Just as dusty, he noticed with a mental smile, though far more decorated: Autobot symbol covering the Toyota logo, another around the license plate, other banners of what the humans typically referred to as geekdom. A Pride coexist, a San Francisco 49ers tag, both of which brought home how little he actually knew about the friend he had made an annual trip to Sonoma County to meet for the last ten years.
An older woman was climbing carefully from the car, r
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NaNoWriMo - Memories - Teagan
Awareness came in a sudden jolt, leaving the mind grasping after something which evaded with the ease of air escaping a net. For a few bewildering seconds, the noise throwing itself forward for acknowledgment was an incomprehensible jumble of sound, prompting the new body to jump to new feet.
New. Everything was new! Odd hints of recognition invaded the senses from time to time, only to fade before they could be fully understood. Information was flooding in, turning everything white and spinning balance precariously. Millions of questions where asked by every fiber of the body and soul, answered instantly, giving the new being a sense o
My first memory is of doing something spectacular. I’m standing on the edge of a precipice so deep the bottom can’t be seen. I never know if this is because I don’t look, it has no bottom, I never knew or I don’t care. The sky is robin’s egg blue, the only thing obscuring it is smoke from nearby fires and steam rising from an ocean close at hand.
A glance at myself shows a hard, full body protected by silver armor which fits perfectly. It is mighty and covered in a veneer of white porcelain. Gold and navy blue trim are its only decoration: I am not pretentious in my power. For I am powerful, this much I kn
They had both changed, but both wore the same form. She looked back across the field, over the road and seemingly through the buildings beyond to an unknown point, expression and gaze unreadable.
"I saw a homeless man just now," she told him, after he had pulled up past the ineffective fence to park beside her ailing Geo Prism. "He had a smart phone and was sending a text. I wondered how he could afford it and I can't."
"Sure he was homeless?" The silver voice replied, amused both at the greeting and the question itself.
"Looked it," was the simple response. They waited, then, listening to the mocking birds shrill mimicry of the day t
"I think the pup saw you yesterday," she said, knowing he would hear her. A silver chuckle chimed in the air.
"I must be gettin' old, if a puppy as distractable as that scrap a' fur can be noticin' me."
A small smile curled the side of her mouth, matching the grim pain in her brown eyes. "Pups and kids can see things the rest of us can't."
Jazz paused, remembering the ferocity with which she had shoved the dusty maroon sedan over complicated country roads in the heat of the previous afternoon. The same desperation had been clear in the way she had handled the car then as was in her posture now.
"That's a pause," she told him, standing