trans_9 | Me, Myself and I [Bendtime after Visitation Day is Over] [OPEN]

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Me, Myself and I [Bendtime after Visitation Day is Over] [OPEN]

Compared to yesterday where the sensoriums had gotten so much use, Lash was glad that it was mostly quiet as she slipped into a free one. The day had passed relatively quickly thanks to running mazes, but even that hadn't gotten her as joyful as she should be, as strange and exciting as it had been.

The world around her changed as she stood atop a giant mountain overseeing the forest below her. Her army stood closer, as her opponent in the horizon began to prepare to attack her. A typical scenario she liked to play out at least once a week, each time using it to test out new invention ideas and fixes she should make to her existing ones.

But she wasn't there. The spark, the thing that made Lash excited about anything war-related and gave her an almost-worrying macabre yet positive outlook on nearly anything appeared to be extinguished. She'd been thinking a lot. Even now, she didn't raise her arms dramatically as she usually did to get the battle started, but merely an uninterested movement of her fingers as she dismissed it all and sat down, dangling her legs over the edge.

"Good evening Mistress Lash! We await your orders!"

She said nothing.

Lash watched the soldiers below her slowly get destroyed, unable to find herself engrossed enough to bother or want to give out commands. Those damn emotions Black Hole hated so much were going to be the death of her, weren't they? She'd seen a lot of her friends reunited with people they cared about and then felt the pangs of jealousy that followed as she waited, mostly by herself, to see if miraculously someone else would step out. She couldn't complain to Stacy about it either, as much as she wanted too, due to the AI falling silent in what she assumed was exhaustion. But that wasn't the biggest thing on her mind, eating away at her as time marched forward.

It was the cold reality of knowing that perhaps, this proved she was the only person rescued from her world.

She never had thought of it as such before, figuring out that everyone simply wasn't ready yet. All the time she'd been here, Lash had never given up hope at meeting one of her old comrades-in-arms. Gone to every poddrop too. Hell, who wouldn't want Commanding Officers from her world with army boosting powers in a war like this? She was a perfect example! The others were just a little more dumb and need more time to be properly awoken, that's all! And yet, yesterday seemed to hit the final nail in the coffin. Even without being completely ready, someone should have come out. Heck seeing Olaf's big ugly angry face would have made her feel better. Was Stacy mad at her? She'd been helping repair her weapons! There was no way she'd just ignore people who actually cared about fixing her up compared to those who cursed her name wherever they walked, right? There had to be a fairness in this! Thinking about fairness now, it was almost bizarre.

...Or maybe Stacy had been fair, and there was no one to be brought out, even for a day.

"Mistress Lash? We await your orders! Please respond!"

Alone from her world. Strangely enough, it frightened her. The very idea that she'd be fighting the war, sure with her friends, but without someone who she knew from before. Her homesickness had disappeared after a few months on the ship, but now it came back with full force.

"Mistress Lash! They've got megatanks! Please respond!" The macabre spectacle played out below her as her own units fought on, still standing where she had placed them against an enemy that had been upgrading and building all the time she was simply leaning in and doing nothing. Lash didn't care. You'd almost think she was a statue in the way she was lost in her thoughts. Eventually she issued a single command that was almost dismissive to everything.

"Whatever. Just blow them up for all I care." The soldiers below yelled out commands and eventually large rockets were launched at the sky, shining in the star-filled night sky. The nuclear-like weapons exploded in the middle of the enemies' troops, giving her a good view of the entire carnage and clouds lighting up the atmosphere. Yet she got no joy from it, even as the normally deadly breeze passed by her. In fact, it only made her sigh as she idly pinched away a tiny rock stuck in her hair. The Wunderkind wasn't sure why she was like this. This was so dumb to care about it so much! Dumb dumb dumb! She'd loved doing this so much before but right now...

It felt really pointless.

For the first time in her life, Lash was completely unamused by an explosion.

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Now someone SHOULD have been happy. Hit Girl had, after all, met her dad, talked with him, showed him her friends, and it had been the greatest feeling ever. For once, falling into Mindy Macready had been easy again: she could call her dad lame, laugh at his stupid jokes, get scolded by him again, tell him anything she wanted and feel no shame.

For a day.

And the day, like any other day, came to an end, and she forced herself to move on. There was something to look forward to after the war, right? He would be back, they would be together.

Right.

She believed that bullshit as much as she thought she could be a normal girl. The truth was simple: Stacy didn't bring her here because she was biding her time until she could be a girl. It brought her here because she knew she could NOT be that, that Hit Girl was a part of her, a real part that you didn't put away on a shelf.

All those times with comics and dad made her realize something: Bruce Wayne never got to stop being Batman because he decided it was over. Evil came, he fought it. With her, the fate of the universes were more important than her obsessing over some cheap life where she could be normal. That was a joke.

She would never BE normal, and she was fine with that. Now.

So popping into the Sensorium and seeing what Lash was doing, she saw beyond just war games and concentration: something was eating at her.

"Yo," she greeted her friend. "Wanna talk about it, Wunderkid?"

"Sure," she said, as the battle continued below them, Lash's army loosing more and more soldiers by the minute. There was a bit of silence before she spoke again.

"So how was your day with your father yesterday? he seemed...nice when I met him." Well-adjusted, actually. She was surprised, but she'd never tell her that.

She laughed. "Well, he was dead once. Finding out he's alive and his daughter is safe grounded him. He would have been stabbing people otherwise: don't underestimate him."

Hit Girl stared at her army getting slaughtered. "Dude...you're better off. You think you aren't, but you are, trust me."

Normally, she would have made an offhand comment about how she was interested in seeing that happen and maybe take a battle with him, but seemed to be nearly devoid of energy to want to do anything, including quirky comebacks. Yet it didn't surprise her that she was quick to guess what Lash might be asking these questions for. The wunderkind tended to wear a lot of emotions outside.

"It's not that..." she said trailing off. "I just wonder if there really is anyone from my world, that's all."

That's all really wasn't all, but it was perhaps the best way to summarize it.

"I don't know the answer to that," Hit Girl said, looking down at her hands a moment. "I don't have Stacy's mind or whatever, and even if I did, I wouldn't wanna know ahead of time. The thing is, you and I have been on this dumb ship awhile, and it becomes home whether we like it or not. So when you start to wonder about your past and people in it, it's bound to bring all the things you WERE, not are, to light."

She shrugged. "Let's say there is someone from your world though: what would you say to them?"

There was a flash of a grin, and an evil glint in her eyes for a few seconds. Blink and you barely missed it.

"Basically? I'd show them around and I ended up with all those neat stuff they don't have. Introduce them to everyone, just to see their surprised faces, considering how most of them knew me."

A pause.

"Unless it was Kindle, Koal or Olaf. They'd just get a nice punch to the face."

"See, that's why you guys are able to adapt. The worse that happens to you guys is some temporary craziness. You're used to dealing with craziness, right? They would still see how much more awesome you got. And when someone fro your world shows up, you can boast!"

She grinned. "Why the punch though?"

"Oh cause the first two threw me and Hawke out of Black Hole and were giant idiots. Come to think of it, I'd punch Von Bolt too. He's like...an old fat guy on top of a floating chair. And Olaf because I don't like his face. Also he hates me...which I guess is understandable since I blew up his hometown and all." There wasn't much remorse in her voice. She probably wouldn't do it now, but Lash wasn't one to regret things she did in the past.

She fell silent again and threw a bunch of dirt at the war below.

"...But I don' think I'll ever see anyone, at this point."

Hit girl had to laugh. "Dude, I know that the Overlord has all those demons and the netherworld and Ruffnut has all those vikings, but your stories always seem to be the best ones! Even your reasons are all nuts, like not liking someone's face! Granted, I think I may have killed assholes for less."

Being associated with D'Amico meant you had a bad death in her opinion in those days.

"Aw, why not? It's not like Stacy is smart enough to get it right the first time, right? She makes mistakes. You might find one of your guys. Anyway, it'll be less awkward than someone else. That's always good."

She shrugged again. "Kinda weird that absolutely no one showed up yesterday. I know she said she couldn't get everyone, but considering..." Considering what? "That I've been helping fix up all her weapon systems you'd think she'd care to pop out even someone I could punch just so I know people from my world are in there. I'm starting to seriously think there isn't anyone. Maybe I should just start skipping all the poddrops, they are pretty dumb anyway."

The truth of the matter did sting.

"Personifying Stacy is just useless: no one really knows what's going on in her head. If anyone deserved to meet your Cos and stuff, it was you. But this doesn't mean anything anyway: some people found some things and people out, some didn't. You never know: you might seem someone you know. If you don't, well: we're all still here, right? I'm sure we can figure something out."

Hit Girl watched the invaded armies in the distance. "It'll be better that way anyway, trust me."

Mindy why were you being so logical at Lash, it made complete sense and well..too much sense, really. She pouted before speaking, but her voice wasn't as low as before.

"Eh. You know what. I think I'll just skip the poddrops entirely for a while and if someone does get out that knows me, they'll just have to find me instead of me waiting for them. That'll teach them to make me wait!"

Mindy had already met up with her father and now he was gone. She was going to be in a weird kind of mood until she hit the bed and got to sleep the numbness away. Until then, retrospection.

"That's better," Hit Girl said. "It's not like you'll be hard to find anyway: who else has hair like yours and things exploding near you all the tie?"

~~"Tron Bonne?"~~

"Yeah seriously!" She shook her hair for emphasis. "I think I'll just stop thinking how dumb this whole thing is and have more fun while everyone is occupied just waiting in the crowded deck."

"Damn right," Mindy said. "What's the point in being sad about all of this crap anyway? Meeting people for one day is a two edged sword anyway: you get to see the, but only for a little while, and then they're gone. Better to be here with the idiots you already know, right? Anyway, it freaks me out, not seeing you direct your minions down there. They're totally helpless without you."

Hahaha Lash wouldn't really call them idiots, but friends and saying nice things would almost make her sound soft. So she did not. She looked down at the battle again and groaned.

"You know I always thought Flak was a dumb idiot but I think the soldiers might be worst." Althought to be fair, Flak had been a soldier before a CO.

Mindy was the type of person that had a hard time complimenting her friends too. It was why she would never tell Lash how cool she thought she was. EVAR.

"Hey, you're dealing with a simulation. It can't compare to the blatant awesomeness that is us, right?"

"Well we are certainly better than Zedd."

Some things would never get old. It was just too bad he was gone. There was no way they could make fun of him now.

"That guy was just weird. He had no face and he pissed me off on the Clone World."

She snickered. "You miss making fun of him, don't you?"

"Well I'm gonna need someone else to pick on to put in my 'not allowed in' window of my store. Pretty dumb having that rule of no one's there to complain about it! But who..."

"I dunno, there aren't enough stupid people around here that we know. Allenby, maybe?"

Hit Girl actually had not even a small problem with the girl, but she couldn't really think of anyone else.

"Long enough for her to see the sign and get so angry she'd challenge me to a fight? Deal."

Lash's mind worked...really weirdly. She could ask for a duel but ha ha ha.

"I would totally want to see that," Hit girl replied, which was true: no real dislike of Allenby, but who would NOT want to see those two go toe to toe?

"We can find a real scapegoat later, right?"

"Yeap! She can make a good temp for now."

One more question for you Lash ~~Not that she cared!~~

"What did you think of dad?"

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