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Outbreak: "So like...do you make it a habit to eat plastic or—?"

He was not dumb. A bit reckless and impulsive, certainly. But not dumb.

Waterlily's Conjunx Endura was sneakin' looks at him.

Even with seven too many shots of premium-grade sloshing inside his tank, saturating his systems and slowing his cognitive functions to the point that it felt like they were dredging through a tarpit.. he knew that he wasn't imagining it, damnit.

It seemed that any time he looked up from scrolling his private datapad—because of the persistent feeling that he was being watched—he would catch the massive Triple Changer's gaze on him, to which the mech would then turn his attention back to the Twins who were sitting at his table.

'Ignore it. C'mon. Don't get yourself in trouble.'

Spark sinking, he lowered his gaze back to his datapad, absently touching and toying with the screen, sliding the page up and down.

Waterlily's unit was his last opportunity to straighten himself—and his worrisome list of personal issues—out. If she, at any point during his probationary period, filed a report to the upper military officials, especially Ultra Magnus, documenting any misconduct or difficulties, it would be the end of his miliary career.

He would be discharged as Other Than Honorable.

And disrespecting his captain by flirting with her lifemate was not exactly something he wanted her to address in her upcoming report.

So, it was real unfortunate that he was as intoxicated as he was, sitting here with a charge simmering low in his systems. And an itch to act up a lil'.

With some effort, focusing his attention and allowing the noise of the tavern to fade into the background, he leveled Whiskey with a half-lidded stare, waiting. The second that the mech snuck a look at him, their optics locked.

Outbreak is staring very DISrespectfully, don't mind her.

✏️ Oh, you know I gotta throw one in for Jaden and Outbreak.

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Outbreak: Don’t preach to me about romance, Jaden. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

Outbreak: I’m doing what I can to jog your memory. Jaden: It’s jogging, I guess. Its tiddies are jiggling a little. Outbreak: Nice.

In early twentieth-century Korea, a young woman died before she could be married.

After her death, the village did not remember her only as a daughter, a neighbor, or a person with a name.

She became something unfinished.

A category.

A warning.

A ritual problem.

TX-001 follows the figure known in Korean folklore as the Son-gaksi — the maiden ghost, the bride who never crossed into the life that had been prepared for her.

This entry belongs to ORIGIN PROTOCOL — THE UNCROSSED, a fictional folklore archive about people who were not allowed to cross: into marriage, into memory, into mourning, or into a complete human story.

This is not a monster story.

It is a story about what happens when a life is interrupted, and a community explains the interruption by turning a person into folklore.

"don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying."

This isn't the first time seeing this person.

It's gnawing at him. The sense of familiarity is impossible to ignore and to simply dismiss it would go against Blaze's deeply ingrained curiosity.

It might have made him stare for a bit too long, for just a bit too much; the words spoken by the other going over the helm.

So when the accusation figuratively slaps him in the face, Blaze needs a moment to reel in those words.

"Come again? Truthfully I wasn't really listening."

➳ Spyder?

(More so gift, but only if your interested! I figured I'd toss it out there)

Send ➳ for your character to receive mine as a gift/spoil of war.

Spyder grunted as he was shoved to his knees in front of a large femme beastformer. His joints ached from where his limbs were tied, and the ribbon thar wrapped around his throat was annoying as it tickled his neck cabling and chin if he moved in just the right way. Redstrike was going to kill him for not paying attention to his surroundings when they'd landed. He'd just wanted to get some work done on one of the radio processors he was building away from the ship.

The mechs who'd approached him had just seemed curious about his work at first. He didn't realize their aggressive behavior until right before he'd been knocked out. And the next thing he knew, he was cuffed, tied up, and being dragged before some kind of underground kingpin (queenpin???) as some kind of gift to gain favor. Primus he was tired of mercenary types using him for their own gain. The pirates had been bad enough but this? This was somehow more insulting.

He glared from behind the gag in his mouth as the mercenaries who dragged him in to see this 'Venomora' told her about how useful he'd be as an engineer or inventor for her. They even offered up his radio processor as proof, and Spyder's optics widened as they did so. When they turned it on, all noise in the room went out, and when they turned it to another setting, everything outside the room was deafened. Yet another setting had the processor quietly projecting a conversation from two rooms over before they turned the thing off and hauled Spyder up for Venomora to look over, telling her she could use him for her own personal pleasure as well it she wanted.

Spyder rolled his optics at that one. No one would want him for that kind of thing. The first time he'd been tricked and captured had taught him that well.