trans_9 | Aim to Win [Closed, pre Beyond the Sea Plot]

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Aim to Win [Closed, pre Beyond the Sea Plot]

The excitement of the poddrop had died down after a few days and Lash found herself back to her usual routine on the ship. It was rather amazing how much she could manage to do each 'day', from working in the labs, to shop management to training in the sensoriums. Truthfully, everything served to keep her occupied, which was an excellent thing--if Lash ever got bored anywhere it was a sure setup for a disaster of terrible repercussions. Probably explosive ones. Speaking of which...

"Fire! Fire!"

One of the ship's sensoriums was now being taken by her as she played it wisely and used it to tested out various prototypes before building them. They'd come out with a lot of robot parts to build thanks to SHODAN's rampage, and she was going to make the most use of what she'd gotten. With a typical Lash twist and flare, of course.

The soldier obeyed and fired the first cannon with a button press, the cannonball flying out and landing far away. Lash kept tabs using a CO pad, analyzing how the prototype fared. Upon landing, the cannonball opened itself up amongst the surprised enemy soldiers and turned into a small robot with turrets built on each side.

"Tee hee! It works, it works! Now, if I adjust the energy here, I should be able to build a small army, and that would be useful to aid during away missions..."

As she was about to approve it, the robot exploded. Soldiers, trees, dirt and burnt robot pieces flew into the air, landing close by.

"Oh oops! Hmmm...better not put that much energy into that one. The crew could lose a few arms and legs like that!" She said it with such a calm voice too, even if she was speaking to no one but herself and the nearby soldiers. With a small flick, she brushed off a piece of cracked robot, and began another prototype test.

Just another typical day for a wunderkind.

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Zetta stood up, kicking his chair away dramatically (and completely unnecessarily) as he grabbed a bowl of gummi bears and a can of whipped cream.

"You sure? I'll give you a chance to back down," he teased. It was just banter, after all; they both knew there was no way in hell she would.

"Tee hee hee! Not a chance!" She hadn't backed down the entire time they'd been here when he offered it to her and she wasn't going to do so now. But man if he was going for the whipped cream, she was gonna grab something similar like ice cream bowls which she grabbed with one hand before he could and put it up both to throw at him and use the bowl as a make-shift shield.

This could only go wrong.

He countered furiously with a stinging hail of gummi bears -- they were cold! -- but blindly, as the ice cream took him straight in the face. He swiped deliciousness out of his eyes with the can that had the whipped cream, reaching out to snatch up the first thing he could find as a weapon, that being the crumbled up cookies. Are you ready to be pelted with Oreo, Lash?!

Yes, as she already had sticks of whole chocolate bars held up like a deck of cards, ready to throw at him as well.

The Prinnies were getting really confused at this point.

It was a standoff, it seems... until Zetta had a brilliant idea.

He stabbed one claw into the highly-pressurized can of whipped cream, then hurled it at Lash like a grenade. "HYAAAA HA HA HA HA HA!"

At the same time as the can flew out of his hand, she threw her own chocolate at him, which didn't do too much. At least nothing compared to the pressurized can that was throwing its contents everywhere as Lash saw it come close to her in slow motion...

"Whaa"

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"aaaa"

"aaaaaat!"

"!!!"

Oh god there was cream everywhere. But especially her hair.

Well, she did get a good view of Zetta with half his face covered in chocolate, but from his grin and her own freak-out, they both knew which of the pair had come out the victor in that exchange.

"Well, Lash? Ready to admit that you're..." He ran his tongue over his lips to catch the chocolate dribbling over them. "Licked?"

Moping and one hand resting on the the table, she cleaned away the stuff on her face before idly blowing into the air so that none of the remaining whipped cream fell down. Her hair was an entire mess of a few marshmallows, whipped cream and ingredients that had bounced back to her during the fight.

"Only because I didn't know that was a high-pressurized can!" she told him, before her usual pride melted and she started to slowly grin again, finding the entire situation pretty funny. "Tee hee! I guess you've creamed the competition."

Oh god someone stop them please.

"Well, today you've learned two very valuable lessons," he said. "First, whipped cream comes in pressurized cans! Second..."

...wait. He'd just said that as a lead-in to something horrible. But he didn't actually have a witty line to deliver! She could see the brief look of fumbling horror on his face -- before he said screw it. "Second, suck this! Hyaaaa ha ha ha ha ha!"

He seized the table and upended it, sending every single damn thing left on it flying at her.

And that second is exactly what Lash needed, complete confusion aside from the look of horror he had. What was he plan--oh.

The food found it's mark...well nearly. Suddenly everything stopped, frozen mid tracks, as Lash remembered that this WAS the sensoriums and heck like she'd let him pelt her with so much food. Everything suddenly shot into the sky comically, where gravity would sound bring them back down.

"In the words of Jake," she took out a pair of sunglasses for no reason, as a metal umbrella appeared above of her to shield her from the few seconds that this would all no doubt come falling back. "I believe you're going to get...pwn'd." Somewhere behind her, barrels of oil exploded for no reason.

Almost casually, Zetta nudged the table aside (it flew into the sea), then slid forward to join her under the umbrella. He still held that particular smile on his face... chocolate half aside.

"Hey babe. Nice weather we're having, huh?" he said, smugly casual.

What aww her plan. Not that she minded really, and scooted a bit over, wondering if she should move it just a bit so he would get some of the stuff on him but...nah.

"Yeah it's raining...ice cream and candy." At least she thinks it was, considering the sunglasses made everything hard to see. In fact she took them off just as the entire mound of everything landed and splattered on the wooden floor.

Okay so they had planned for when the stuff went down. But the recoil meant that they still had a tidal wave of ingredients thrown at them. Woops.

He lazily slid his arms around her waist. The splattering recoil all around them didn't bother him much, even as their swimsuit-clad skin got coated with various fruits, syrups, and topping.

"You know, if this were all real, it would be a pain in the ass to clean up," he pointed out. "Of course, if it were all real, we'd just have the Prinnies do most of it.

"Tee hee hee! It's not something we could do on the ship anyway. I guess maybe with the slop but I don't think Stacy would approve of us tossing nutriments around like that." Not that either of them would listen to what was being told of them for the most part, but regardless.

She flipped away a bit of the chocolate pieces, for what little good it did.

He looked down at her, and... the tone shifted just a bit, in subtle ways. Maybe it was how his breath caught a little, or the shift of pressures and tension in the way he held her.

"You're a mess," he murmured.

She shook her hair and causally grabbed a cherry that was resting on his shoulder, throwing it into her mouth.

"So are you!"

He looked at her for a moment longer, then lifted one hand to her chin. Gently tipping her head up with the curl of his fingers, he leaned down to very deliberately lick a trace of whipped cream from the curve of her jawline.

A normal reaction would have been maybe a playful push or something something similar but boyfriend or not, Lash was still very much out of her element. Especially when it came to touch anything that she wasn't used to.

Her reaction to this was to freeze completely solid, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.

He expected as much! He didn't rush or get more aggressive... just busied himself doing as he'd done, with the occasional kiss pressed to her skin, while he gave her time to register the idea that this was good.

Well after freezing like an idiot, there came the blushing and unsure what the hell to do phrase which admittedly was pretty much like the freezing phase, only with more blushing and her face twisting all weird in the 'my personal space is being invaded and I have been taught to never allow people to do that' vs 'hey this does feel pretty nice and I do like the guy'.

Needless to say, the battle was pretty intense right now, even if all Zetta saw was Mcafro Blush-a-lot.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, you know," he murmured warmly into her ear. Hey, if this was an invasion, he intended to make it one she wanted to lose (all instincts to the contrary).

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1/I don't know how many.

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well that was shorter than I thought woops

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