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

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...

"This isn't any closer than any other building," Zetta said, artfully dodging it with an Overlord's reflexes. "And you know that! "

But to prove a point, he aimed the car in the general direction of the less hazardous open terrain around the river. Wouldn't take too long to get there.

"What's with the shy act?"

The way she was fumbling for her words and hands, you could almost imagine Mickey talking.

"You're hitting on me, and not in the fighting way either! How am I supposed to react?!" To be truthful, Lash had never really been hit upon or was too unused by it to notice it later. Everyone feared her in Macroland. Having people fear you was much easier! Having a spotlight suddenly protected on her, she had the deer-in-the-headlights look.

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"Uh, flattered that an awesome, powerful demon Overlord has taken notice of you?" Why did he have to explain this? Surely that behavior was ingrained in every female in the cosmos! It... it just didn't make SENSE for it not to be!

Lash ~~wasn't female~~ was war born. Flirting was not something she was very used to. In fact, behold the only logical way for her brain to process this:

"Well it is nic--wait what am I saying." Pause. She frowned her brow in frustration and looked at him again. "Okay. Uh. How about this..." Quick, mind, give her an idea! "...if you want to hit on me first you'll need to...hit on me." Brain. What. Goddamn. Lash was done with you. She fumbled again for words, twirling her thumbs, trying to find back that wunderkind emotional state she was used to having. "Sensorium battle. I state the rules. You beat me, you can do all the hitting you want."

Lash no don't say it that way it sounded even more like a double entree.

"Oh, so a wunderkind's attentions can only be won by someone stronger than she is, huh?" Zetta grinned. He liked that! Very demonic!

"You're on." The car swerved as he turned it away from the peaceful river area towards the lifts, engine roaring as he pushed its limits.

Zetta... didn't realize he was actually at a serious disadvantage here. Aside from the fact that Lash's rules would doubtlessly be fiendish, he wasn't at his original strength. On the other hand, though, he WAS still Zetta.

Zetta's driving skills were really more sloppy when he was younger, she noted again as her hair swerved one way before slamming into her face when the car advanced.

Lash didn't know if this was the most brilliant idea she had in a while...or the worse. Unlike Zetta, she didn't know if he was actually stronger from being younger and the way they had fought the last time, meant SHE felt like she was at a serious disadvantage. So the solution was obvious in its simplicity.

They'd have to battle a different way.

And she might just have an idea for that. Granted, she could have had a thousand other, much better ideas, but the fact this was all improvisation had caught her for a loop. Onward then, to the sensoriums.

She had plenty of time to put that fiendish brain to work -- if she could, with how flustered she'd proven. Maniac the Overlord might be behind the wheel, but there was still quite a bit of distance to traverse between City and sensoriums.

Zetta hadn't lost any confidence by the time the car screeched to a halt in front of an empty one. He shut it off, vaulted over the door, and looked at her with an expectant smile.

When an idea is born inside Lash, it flourishes. Calculating the odds and ends, no matter how silly the initial idea might be (4 legs on a moving vehicle for all terrain maneuverability) until the end result is something to be feared (the neotank). It was just harder with a handicap as well as hopefully calculating someone else's handicap.

And maybe wipe that smug grin off his face.

"Alright, get ready to loose!" she exclaimed, regaining her own confidence jumping out from her side, her hair still looking like a hurricane had passed through it. "We'll see how well you'll do with this."

She stepped inside first. The white, empty room shifted and changed, as a sky formed, trees grew and buildings exploded from the ground all around them. It looked rather boring, until tanks started to move all over and planes began to fly overhead. It appeared that not all was as peaceful in the land of Middle Central America. Evil terrorists were attacking and they...needed Lash and Zetta's help?

In futuristic fonts and glowing blue in front of them, a screen flashed.

PLAY GAME?

A life-size version of EX:ForGE.

"Well? You ready for this?" Oh look, her confidence was returning. "Same rules as the original."

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Zetta stared up at the flashing letters for a long moment, arms crossed. Then, a smile slowly formed on his face... spreading outwards into a grin, that in turn became laughter as he threw his head back.

"Hyaaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha! I accept your challenge, Lash!"

He snapped one arm out dramatically in time with his mental press of the START button.

"Good. Here's the terms." She pushed START on her menu as well as options began to float in the air, and she moved her hands around, selecting options and setups. "The one with the highest score wins." Well that was deceptively simple enough. "But! I added a bit of a challenge to all of this! Unlike the game, there are a few objects randomly chosen a number sequence. They glow blue and could be anything from a building to a tiny dog walking around the city!"

Yes, this version had people screaming around in the city.

"Not only that, but the numbers keep changing too! So that means you might hit a blue thing and get...a big fat zero! Or you could just play it safe and find the things that give you points for sure, but if you get really lucky a single blue glowy thing could make you win the game. But I'll win anyway, so this is all moot point really!"

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"So... luck-based, huh? Your loss, then!"

Zetta began selecting his own options, too. Rather than a giant robot version of himself, he was building a robot that practically screamed "war crime"; its weapons were explosive and area-based. Not much focus for a single target, but the mecha would rain devastation on anything in range. Weak little blue dogs and hidden stuff that he might otherwise not see would rack up the massive points for him!

"I don't think so." Her hands moved around so fast in the menu it was near impossible to keep up with her, selection options that would both hit hard and quick. And a lot of rayguns and bombs, of course. She even added a bit of armor around it.

"Actually there's one last thing," she said, having finished with her giant robot. "You know, apart from the fact that we both have to pilot it from inside."

Well-played on shutting down the otherwise-inevitable "ZETTA BEAAAAAAAAAM!", all things leveled, zillions of points, victory for the Overlord.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"You get the most points for destroying the other's robot."

The spandex-like outfit appeared from below and grabbed her, a sphere shooting her inside her robot. There was a headset, and a range of cameras that allowed to see everything outside.

Good thing Lash knew how to pilot these things with her Ranger training, huh?

"One will stand. One must fall."

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Ooh, tricky.

The Overlord leaped at his robot, turning in midair to face her. The chest cavity peeled open like an orange to accept him into its control room, snapping shut again as the numerous weapons armed themselves with ominous whines and malevolent hums.

He sneered, "Why throw away the game so recklessly, Lash?"

"I think you're forgetting something, Zetta." The fists of the robot's arms closed and then suddenly, things began to move and change behind her, so much that a near impossible amount of firepower appeared from all sides. Like a tiny camera that turned out to be holding an entire city. Guns, bombs, lasers, some kind of smoke machine (what), the simple looking robot had morphed and changed into some sort of monstrous devil hell hound.

...Yet still completely within the rules, just like the very first time she had done it in the original game.

"I'm the wunderkind. I make giant robots look good."

The giant mecha took a fighting stance, somehow still able to move with all that gear, its right hand forming a 'come here' motion.

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