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We're gonna shop till we drop! [Open]

Who: Open log that is open for all
Where: Planetside
Summary: Shopping extravaganza
Warnings: SHOPPING

Agrestic might have had might farmer's market and produce that would rival the best farms,but for a wunderkind, this wasn't anything she might have really liked. Food? Pah! She was content with the slop and whatever she could pull off in the sensoriums. After taking a stop at the weapons, she was busy looking at all the boutiques and large items and see what she could barter off and find. There were ingredients to collect and rare crystals to find so she could build more things that could be helpful to the war and dangerous to their enemies.

Maybe she could make something like the Black Obelisks again...only this time with less energy draining of the area. She had a feeling Stacy wouldn't be too happy about something taking away from her own energy.

Maybe even a hot tub...look, she had super important priorities, okay. Priorities that included hot tubs.

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"If you're going to experiment on my minions, just let me know at some point so I can take them off duty and stuff," Zetta said.

...In other words, he had just promised her unlimited minion experimenting.

"But even not just for me. The sensoriums are actually pretty powerful. If we can duplicate them or even just get a little bit of their power behind us, we get a major advantage."

Oh god Zetta why did you even say that, that was sealing the poor fate for so many poor minions and probably Prinnies. This was the best shopping date ever. She'd give him more hugs, but uh...you know she'd wait the next time they were in the sensoriums.

"Yeah that's what I'm thinking. Secret training where they can't watch us does have it's positive effects. But this would have to be a pretty long job, honestly. The best Ive done is...you know what I'm just going to do it anyway! I'm not he Wunderkind for nothing!"

Yes, enthusiasm. She was good at it.

"Meanwhile...I wanna get you something too! Let's go do that!"

Lash had no idea what to get him.

Zetta started to protest, but in a rare flash of insight, realized that Lash was perfectly aware she didn't HAVE to get him something, but she just wanted to. Not obligation, just the desire to give him a gift the way he'd given her one. It had made her so happy, after all.

"Man... I really am your first boyfriend, aren't I?" he said thoughtfully.

She laughed at the comment and gave him a somewhat evil grin.

"D'you really think a lot of the guys could have been able to withstand me?" She didn't mean it as herself being a pain, oh no no. She meant it more in the no one would willing risk going out with her and be able to live about it if she got angry at them. "Tee hee hee! I be they'd be running the other way once they looked at my the wrong way!"

But now, what did you get an Overlord?

"Hmph! I'd think even in the sexless hell you've described Black Hole as, SOMEone would have noticed you're really a pretty awesome babe." Zetta, of course, truly didn't understand army life at all -- a regimented, disciplined organization was far removed from the Netherworlds' usual manner of business.

And, well... Lash really was pretty awesome. He hadn't noticed that in their first meetings, not the same way he recognized it now. Zetta even realized he might never have noticed it if not for the whole de-aging thing. If they hadn't gone on that date, and if it hadn't gone so much differently -- and so much better -- than expected.

Zetta had fallen quiet as he thought about all of this.

While nice words, Lash still was pretty defensive on her old home team.

"Hey hey! It was pretty cool anyway! They let me play with a lot of fun things!" Like lives amongst other things, woops. She stopped talking when she noticed the book wasn't moving or twitching anymore. Uh? Great, she had this fear that it was another one of those times when he had stopped moving for a few, and that got her worried. Without thinking about it, she shook the book a little just to make sure.

"Hey Zetta? You okay?!"

"I'm not saying it wasn't cool, I'm just saying it amazes me no one noticed!" he said. "And I'm fine. I was just thinking..."

He looked away, dropping his voice. In some ways, admitting that she was awesome, directly, still didn't come easy. She had power over him. That was something he found it difficult to voice directly.

"You are awesome," Zetta said quietly.

Oh good! Thinking didn't involve him being frozen and...OH. Oh.

Oh!

Oh.

She still wasn't quite sure how to react to those, but at least the shyness was fading away a lot more. "You're really awesome too," she said back, almost as gently.

One of the minions tried to tilt him again like when she had started crying but Lash pushed him away. No don't ruin the moment dammit!

Caught in a reverse tug-of-war between his minion and his girlfriend, the book sputtered and flailed his covers till the minion dropped him.

One burst of angry flopping later, the Overlord, now back in his minion's hands, attempted to pretend that had never happened. "Hey Lash, you think we'll ever get any better at the... you know, mushy stuff?"

She thought about it for a second before answering.

"Nah....but it's not like either of us care, right?" She suddenly stopped walking next to a shop. Capes N'Stuff. "Oooh! Capes!" Zetta had a cape in his normal form! Maybe they could find something there that could look good!

...maybe a tiny little cape for his book form, okay no that was a terrible idea.

"I thought you were more of a long-coat sort of girl," Zetta said. The idea of her putting a cape on a book was so inconceivable to him that he... hadn't conceived of it.

"Hey, have you ever tried wearing your coat just fastened at your neck, and your arms not in the sleeves?"

"Yeah once," she replied back, scratching her neck, thinking about it. "It got stuck in a tree during a battle and nearly choked me." Her life with a cape-coat had been short and limited. "It just wasn't the type of thing for me."

As they got in, capes of all colors, shapes and sizes were displayed. Expensive, cheaply made, technocolored, kitten patters...

"Maybe something in black and red..."

Zetta couldn't help it -- he burst into a fit of snickers at the image. Of course, it was likely a lot funnier in his mind than it had been in reality.

"What exactly are you looking for? Because you'd actually look pretty hot in something shimmery and elegant."

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No it...probably would have been pretty hilarious all things considered, if there hadn't been any choking involved. HAd he imagined her little legs dangling so much too! Cause that's what had happened. He...probably didn't want to think about Hawke saving her life however, mind you.

Right then! it was right back into the cape store, as Lash simply grinned and touched some of the fabric, feeling the silken quality on them, before grinning back at him.

"What? Did you lose your mind already? I told you we were shopping for you, not for me." She put on hand on her chest and waved the other in the air. "A good presentation is vital! 'Sides, I know if your cape gets stuck in a tree, it's the entire tree that's coming off, tee hee hee!" Hey he was gonna turn back into a humanoid demon one day, might as well start shopping for the future, right? "And don't you try to tell me you're just a book, I don't care! We're gonna find a way to reverse that and you'll need a choice of clothing when you do." She paused again, thinking. "After that, we should go buy a nice sub machine gun, you'd look pretty nice with one of those..."

We promise Lash is not a shopaholic. Really. Truly.

"You can't properly fit me for a cape when I'm a book. And I HAVE a cape in my normal body. Though some of these are pretty nice..."

Presentation WAS vital, Lash had that properly. And some of these were pretty nice --

"Submachine gun? What the -- I'm a sword-and-fists demon! Not that you've seen me with a sword all that often. THAT's what you should be getting me!"

Really, Zetta just figured "buying stuff" wasn't something Lash had experience and history with, like so many other things.

"Hey who said anything about everything having to be practical?" She might have...wanted to see him with a sub-machine gun. Maybe. It totally wasn't because she was thinking of how cool this could be, no, no. "I dunno if you could find any really good sword that fits your style around here anyway."

She moved towards another cape and swished it around grandiosely.

"Well how call are you normally? That should be enough to get a good cape fit, right?".

"There's LOTS more consideration that goes into a quality cape. Like weight! When you're an Overlord of MY power, and thus, constantly surrounded by your own freaking awesome power, a cape naturally billows. So it's important to get one that isn't so light it's whipping around and tying into knots, and isn't so heavy it just hangs and flutters and looks stupid."

Zetta... had put a lot of thought into looking good, over the years.

"Huh..." Lash, on the other hand, hat put a lot of thoughts into making weapons of war look good over the years, not herself. Maybe if she thought of it just like that...wait that was it! That was exactly it! She just had to imagine the cape as an upgrade to Zetta.

Okay. Something not too heavy, but good enough so it doesn't get tangled. The guide to the front mentioned silk wouldn't tangle but it might burn due to his energy swirling around. Oh...silk made from some sort of fireproof bug...that sounded about right.

She ran off without speaking anymore and returned with something in black and purple and another in black and shimmering blue.

"How's those?"

She was really serious about this -- well, Level 2 Lash Serious.

Zetta actually, if not entirely consciously, had learned to categorize Lash's moods. Level 2 Serious meant that she really intended to go through with it, no matter how lightly they were treating it -- maybe even that she was treating it deliberately lightly to cover up that she was serious about it.

That thought, if anything could, relaxed his opposition to the cape-thing, so long as she didn't expect him to wear it AS A BOOK.

"Hmm. You know, it's hard to tell. I'm so used to going with black and red, I'm not sure which would be the best color to go with it."

Serious Lash was very serious. In her own way. Kinda frighting how he'd be able to judge her much better as time went on.

"I could get both and I'll try out the one that doesn't fit you well. Then we'll just resize it to fit me or something." Hey it wasn't exactly the compromise she wanted, but if that got him to get himself a cape, this was totally a winning combination in her book.

Just as long as it didn't get caught in trees.

"Sides, I'm mostly used to black myself. The only guys who wore capes were Sturm and Kanbei. And Kanbei's wardrobe was a yellow eyesore."

"I think you'd be good in red myself... but I like red," Zetta said, looking her over thoughtfully. "Uh, but would it just disappear when you put on your Ranger uniform? Because if not, you need something that goes good with yellow, too."

"Everything disappears with the costume," she explained. "I'm still not sure how it manages to fit all my hair inside there."

Seriously. How did her hair fit in there? She ran off and came back with a red cape like he talked about and put it behind her, twirling around before...

"Hey wait, we were shopping for you, not for me."

Zetta never thought the costume physics were weird. Then again, Zetta lived in the Netherworld. Hell, the minion holding him was using a giant belt for a shirt. A ~~Prism~~ Power Ranger outfit was nothing out of the ordinary at all.

"Hey, let's face it, you in awesome clothes is a gift to me too, because I get to look at you." The bracelets he'd gotten for her were a totally selfless gift -- the clothing, not quite so much so. "And... hey, do something really dramatic. Like point violently or something."

Fair enough Zetta. Fair enough. Lash was used to Commanding Officers that didn't wear quite what should be considered normal clothing, but it was still not giant belt shirts.

And oh god, sometimes it was hard to see where his compliments started and ended with his self-gratifications? But could she really blame him? Nope. Besides, it was starting to grow on her, in a weird way.

"Okay!"

Without waiting for more input, she turned DRAMATICALLY to her left, and pointing right at the shop keeper.

"HOW'S THAT?!"

Let's be fair.

Zetta tried his best -- he really tried his best -- to watch Lash's dramatic gesture with an eye to the aesthetic appeal of the cloak, the way it billowed as she turned, the fall, the folding, the general amount of style it added to her outfit as a whole. That was why he'd asked her to do that sort of gesture in the first place.

...instead, he ended up admiring the fact that she was pretty damn hot.

"Hyaahahahaha! Magnificent!"

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