trans_9 | In Which Teen Zetta Cruises For Chicks [Open. I am sorry.]

Lash could swear she was slowly loosing her mind.

Except it wasn't a hunch, it really was happening.

She had taken to writing her last memory before retiring to bed each day. The truth was there in black and white each morning; she had been loosing a bit of her memory each day. Damn. Faced with the solid evidence of her own handwriting, there was no real room for argument.

She needed to put her mind on other things. Building objects, no matter how big, small or silly, had always been very therapeutic for her as was the sound of dead bodies exploding but she couldn't have that here. Since the visit to the merchant planet, she had amassed a surprising amount of tools, and was now going around the city's numerous empty buildings to see if she could find a few piece of metal or objects she could mold into other things. What things, she wasn't sure, but as long as she was doing something, it wouldn't matter.

She was so concentrated in her work, that she barely heard the music approaching.

Hear this, Lash:

SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH!

Losing 33300 years had made the Overlord a less subtle driver somehow. The car skidded to a halt not far from her as she came out of a building, with the Overlord's broad grin and much-too-young gaze landing on her.

"Heeeeeeeeey, Lash."

What the heck-

She stood for a second looking at the car stopping just a few feet from where she was standing, holding a particular long piece of metal pipe, before her gaze turn to its driver. Damn, that music was loud, but at least it wasn't that dumb song from a while ago.

"Word up?" Pause. She'd been caught up in the song. "I mean hey." Lash squinted her eyes as if it would help her see better. "Wait. You're looking younger." Pause. Stare. "...a lot younger then a few days ago."

"And you're looking as good as ever," he said with a little bit of a growl in his voice. "Wanna go for a ride?"

"No seriously, that's probably a bad sign if you're deaging that fa-" Had he just growled at her? Maybe she was imagining things.

But the car ride last time had been pretty fun, so she unwisely tossed that warning sign. And she was bored of all this scavenging for parts. Maybe a distraction could help.

"...what the hell." She tossed the large pipe behind her and jumped in.

"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha ha!"

He punched the guess, sending the car screaming off down the streets of the City. Still smiling very smugly.

"So how's the resident hot scientist chick doing today?" he asked with a sidelong glance.

"Eh. Bored mostly." She strapped herself in, because if Zetta's driving was any indication from today, it would be much safer. NOt that she wasn't dying if this kept up but...that task done, she was already looking into the car's glove compartment to see if there still was a pair of sunglasses like last time. They appeared to have broken, possibly from a certain Overlord driving a little too recklessly in the earlier part of the day. She held them up and as they hit another bump, one of the lens fell off and crashed in the floor. Alas. She tossed them out, and leaned the seat backwards.

"I've been taking notes to see how much of my memory is leaving each day."

"Well, don't deage too much, it'd make putting the moves on you really awkward," Zetta said, matter-of-factly. He made a mental note to get more sunglasses from his merchant minion.

Matter-of-factually perhaps, but for a CO, completely understood in the wrong manner.

"What, you want me to start training right away before I turn into a kid?" She crossed her arms. "I'm still strong no matter what age I am, don't forget it!"

Right over her head.

"No, no, hitting on you," Zetta said, failing to realize how very little clarification this would provide.

Very little. In fact, completely nil.

"Yeah, yeah yeah, that's usually what happens when two people spar, genius. Maybe since you're much younger I might actually stand a better chance this time, tee hee hee!"

"No you don't!." Zetta took a moment to fume over the very idea and that Lash could actually believe it... then remember what he was originally talking about. "I -- no! Not training! I'm trying to --" Zetta, you already failed with 'put the moves on' once, why are you trying it again.

He struggled with terms in his brain for a moment, then finally came up with, "I'm freaking trying to get to know you better! Like... better better. Intimately. That's the word I was looking for!"

If Lash could have made the car screech into a stop, she would have. But since she thankfully wasn't in control of the driver's seat, there was only a blank stare at him as the car continued to speed forward dangerously. Then a single word pierced the heavens.

"WHAT?!" Yes, a true bastion of insight about the current situation.

We're sorry. Lash's brain appears to have left somewhere.

"What what?" Zetta said. "Why is this so surprising?"

Her reaction baffled and confused him! He looked back at her (narrowly missing a fire hydrant. Why was there even a fire hydrant?)

That was a perfectly good question. What would happen if you hit them anyway? It wasn't like this place had a sewer system. Probably. As her brain returned, Lash was surprisingly flustered by it all.

"B-because!" Because... "I-i don't know, age gap for one? What about Lady Buns of Steel?" Sorry Salome, that's what Lash was calling you from now on. She wanted to sink into the chair, confused at the entire thing, cheeks turning rather red.

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"Hey, we're not that far apart! In relative terms." Lash is technically the older one at this point! And he had completely forgotten he was older at some point. "And who the hell is Lady Buns of Steel?"

There was, perhaps going to be more arguing at this point if Lash hadn't realized that younger Zetta was losing all of his memories as well, and unlike Lash he hadn't written anything down (which was somewhat ironic considering he was a book at the oldest she meant him but). That was rather worrying. You know. Anything at this point to her mind on other things.

"I guess you didn't meet her at that age, but we talked about her before. Your disciple? Salome."

Lash let the last word linger and she continued to fidget in her car seat, her cheeks still pretty pink.

"Doesn't ring a bell," he said, not particularly bothered by the fact. "Besides, I bet your butt is pretty firm too."

Zetta... really wasn't the sort to keep a diary or record of his thoughts. Writing them down was annoying and put him in a bad mood!

That just got her even more worried.

"We talked about her on the ship!" she protested, knowing that her own memories here appeared to be relatively intact. "And remember we talked about memories leaving us and you said you'd age a lot slower than me? And the fact you were a book! And--" She looked at Zetta again.

"Are you...even listening to anything I am saying?"

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"Hmm." Zetta searched his own memories -- even at 1700, there were a lot! "I sort of remember that stuff, come to think of it. But what about it?"

Zetta was in a fast car with a cute girl and on top of the world; he wasn't too bothered by much of anything right now.

"You're not bothered by it? At all?" What the hell, why as Lash worried more about his rapidly deaging that Zetta was himself? She brought her right hand to her forehead into a facepalm in frustration. Of all the times she had to care. "Urgh!"

Besides, switching the fact she appeared still flustered was much easier to manage when you were both angry and worried.

"Whatever happens, I'm still Zetta," he said with a grin. "And so long as THAT's the case, everything'll work out. Besides, this is still better than being a freaking book."

Really, once your soul was trapped in a book, everything was an improvement.

Well he definitely didn't seem to be bothered by it. Lash just sank into her seat some more good thing it was really, really comfortable. She couldn't blame the Overlord either. She'd definately would find it better having arms and legs than being a book if she had been stuck in one too.

"I guess so..." Which led right back to the awkward situation at hand.

Zetta must have agreed, because he said, "So anyway, back to me hitting on you. Where was I?"

"You were about to hit a building in front of you," Lash said with a surprising amount of calmness for someone who was seeing a building appearing rather quickly in front of her. Thankfully, she still had her Commanding Officer powers, so should the car really hit the building, there would be no problem. It was like someone trying to do everything but let the fact she was being hit on sink in, and going through all the emotions she could think of. But she was running out of options, and fast.

"Eyes on the road." Change the subject, change the subject...

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