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cobra-helmed-wilybot · 11 years ago

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Hunter Exams- Finale

The three mentors decided to meet inside Zero’s office, the three trainees waiting outside for the time being and waiting to be called in. Zero picked up his official document to Metis from his desk, handing the other two theirs- the document more of formality than anything else with the same exact words that they'd hear.

They stood with three chairs placed in front of them, the order Zero, then Axl, then X for them to simply go down the line. Zero looked over the paper in his hand one more time. "Ready when you two are."

Axl took a quick moment to thumb through the document Zero handed him, feeling a strange kind of sensation in his stomach a little bit like he'd eaten a butterfly. Or like twenty butterflies. He was really really glad he had this document because he'd never actually done this and was pretty sure he'd forget what to say otherwise. "Uh, yeah," he said, skimming the document over and over. "Ready as I'll ever be."

X smiled, seeming fairly calm. He had to do this a lot, being the senior and most personable of the big three. Well, Axl was plenty personable, but X was more experienced. He leafed through his papers, "Whenever you two are ready, seeing as I'll be going last."

Lucia kinda felt like she might be sick.

She stood outside the door, her hands hooked behind her back and fidgeting with her own fingers and really hardly able to stand still. "...I shouldn't have eaten so much before this..." She muttered to Metis and Forte, giving a soft giggle.

"I should have eaten before this," Forte mumbled, shuffling from one foot to the other nervously and distracting himself by watching Gospel's tail wag. "My stomach hurt too much to eat. Now it hurts worse." Fuck, what if-

No. Bad. Bad Forte, no what-ifs. Bad.

"Jeez, you guys are chumps..." Metis took a large bite from a chocolate bar, "I mean, we all passed, so..."

"Alright, then." Zero gave X a smile as he walked over to the door, opening it enough so he was seen through it. "You three can come in now." With nothing more than that, we walked back over to his place in line with the other two.

Lucia laughed. "Not everyone has a steel stomach like y-" She cut herself off when she realized they they all, in fact, did. "...You get what I mean."

She stood up straighter when Zero peeked out, blinking when he turned back without more than a sentence, glancing at the other two. Lucia reached for the door, opening it wider for Metis and Forte.

"More like a bottomless black hole of a stomach," Forte muttered, rubbing his arm nervously as he stepped inside and took his place in front of his mentor. "Gos, stay," he muttered when the wolfbot took a pace forward as if to greet the three senior Hunters with probably far-too-enthusiastic licks. "Sit, boy."

The wolfbot snorted disagreeably, pacing over to flop down next to the desk and closing his eyes.

Axl squinted at his file one last time before shaking his head and straightening up, folding his hands loosely behind his back and finding most of his nervousness melting into excitement and pride when he saw the three recruits. Metis looked as relaxed as ever, Lucia looked nervous, and Forte kind of looked like he would've been sick if Reploids had the capability.

Yup, all was normal, he decided with one of his signature grins.

X smiled at them, giving them a small nod in acknowledgement before looking to Zero to begin the ranking proper. It was good he went last; truth be told X hated giving out rankings. He felt like he was always going to disappoint someone.

Metis took a large bite from her chocolate bar, chewing and staring holes through Zero.

Zero stared back at Metis for a few long moments, then shook his head slightly in amusement, waiting for the three to be seated before looking up at X and Axl. He cleared his throat.

"We'll do it through seniority. Meaning Metis, Lucia, Forte."

He paused a moment, looking between the three of them, rather amused by the visible difference between Metis and the other two. He looked down, reading from his document.

"Metis Ald, based on your performance and skill observed in the latest Hunter exams, I'm proud to welcome you as an A-Rank Hunter of the 8th division Heavy Weapons Unit. As an A-rank, you have displayed an exceptional performance in both training and the exam in all areas. You will not be required to be watched and guided by a navigator during patrols. You may take on some missions solo based on the mission and your skill set. And if you so wish, you may lead group or one-on-one training sessions after six months."

There was a personal note at the bottom of his document, and he paused after the formality and let out a breath as he looked up at Metis.

"I really did enjoy having you as my apprentice, Metis. It was an unexpectedly pleasant surprise. You gave me quite a bit of trouble and... Still do." He looked down at her candy bar, then back up. "I took you on knowing it'd be that way. But like I said, regardless of any arguments we had or how frustrated you may have gotten, you showed a tremendous amount of stubborn power both in attitude and physical ability. Your hand to hand ability is enough to rival the best, forcing even me- someone famous for close range fighting- to give their all in training. You tamed your temper which I know must have been a big feat for you. Needless to say..."

Zero's expression softened. "I'm proud to have been your mentor. You've come far."

Axl couldn't help a flicker of amusement at the way mentor and student...practically stared one another down, and he almost snickered when Zero very deliberately glanced at her chocolate bar. Almost. He mostly managed to keep a straight face. It helped that he looked pretty damn proud, too.

Forte, for his part, mostly looked pretty wide-eyed, looking over at Metis and almost staring for a moment before seeming to catch himself and looking straight ahead again, lips twitching in a very visible grin. Holy shit...

Metis smiled cheerily, despite there being some chocolate remnants around the corners of her mouth. "I waited a damn long time for that. Do I take like...a photo op now or something? A selfie?" She reached down, shoving her chocolate bar in her mouth to hold it there and digging her phone out of her pocket, breaking their orderly line to go stand next to Zero and raise her phone, grinning around the chocolate in her mouth and attempting to say cheese.

"Wh- Oh, Asimov." But- despite himself- Zero found himself laughing as she shoved her hand in her pocket. He sighed, looking at the phone and giving an amused smile at the camera with one eyebrow raised. "Cheese..."

"Pffffft..." Axl quickly clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a snicker, his shoulders ending up shaking with silent laughter instead. Part of him wanted to note that he was pretty sure she was technically probably supposed to salute at some point but Asimov dammit all he couldn't exactly just ruin her fun. Not after how hard she'd worked. He cast Forte one of those looks when the Wilybot burst into a fit of his own giggles, though it was more of a playful glare than a 'shut up' look. And it didn't really stop Forte from grinning anyway, so it was rather moot.

Metis took the picture with a small click noise, then scurried back to her position in line, saving the picture and putting her phone back in her pocket. "Oh, uh, right." She saluted. "Um, thank you Zero, uh...sir."

Zero sighed softly, his lips twitching in a smile despite trying to force it down and be the serious mentor again. "You've done well, Metis." He gave her a salute with one hand, the other hand extending her document.

Well Metis wouldn’t be Metis if she didn’t have that signature charm to her, would she.

Axl simply shook his head, clearing his throat softly and trying to put on the serious front of an actual mentor as he shifted his gaze toward Lucia, and then looked down at the document in his hand. “Lucia Van, based on your performance and skill observed in your Hunter Exams, I am proud to welcome you as a B-Rank Hunter of the 4th division Ground Unit. As a B-Rank Hunter, you have displayed above average performance in both your training and your Exam. You will not be required to be guided by a navigator during routine patrols, and you may take on certain missions solo, with approval and based on raw skill and skill set as well. After six months, if you wish, you may lead one-on-one or very small group training sessions, with approval and supervision.”

He looked at the bottom of his document, looked at his half-scribbled cyrillic personal note, and then decided fuck it he didn’t need no goddamn piece of paper to tell him how to say shit. “You’ve come so far from the wide-eyed little rook who was almost too shy to approach me, Lucia. Your confidence, and your diversity, and your skill overall have improved vastly, and you never let where you came from hold you back.” His lips twitched in a smile, making it very apparent that he was trying not to explode with pure excitement. “I’m more than proud to have been your mentor, Lucia. Your kindness determination really are nothing if not admirable.”

Lucia fixed herself to sit up taller once there was a pause after Zero. Oh- that meant she was next. Her hands were folded neatly in front of herself, staring at him both nervously and excitedly.

Her shoulders slacked in relief when she heard 'B-rank', the smile on her face widening. But she was happy- by the way Axl was looking at her- she wasn't the only one who looked like they were about to explode.

"Thank you!!" She lifted one hand to give Axl a salute. Metis leaned over, elbowing Lucia lightly in the side and grinning.

Axl felt a little swell of pride fill his chest, and he returned the salute before cracking a more relaxed grin and holding her document out. "Aw c'mon Luc, can't I have a liiiittle hug?"

Lucia took the document happily, holding it by her side a few moments before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around Axl in a big- probably too tight- hug.

"Oof-! That's more like it." Axl laughed, giving her a tight squeeze in return and patting her back gently. "Your dad will be so proud of you," he whispered, lingering there for a moment longer before letting go and giving her a light nudge back toward her spot in line.

X smiled, ordering his papers up with a few little taps against his chest armor. "Forte." He had decided against using the last name Wily, seeing as how it wasn't overly relevant and it wasn't like Forte could attribute any of his accomplishments to some old crusty man, "Based on your performance and skill, I am proud to welcome you as a B-rank Maverick Hunter of the 12th Aerial Division. As a B-rank hunter..." X looked over his papers again, "Er, you heard Axl. Same deal." He practically beamed from ear to ear, "I'm really proud of you. I had my reservations, admittedly, when you decided you wanted to join our ranks. A hundred years is a long time to fight alone, and such habits can be hard to break. However, I think it's safe to say you exceeded everyone's expectations. Your temperament is balanced, your devotion to your friends is true. In fact, your ease of working with others-- particularly with Gospel-- is what earned you a place within the 12th Aerial, which doesn't accept new members often. I sent you on with a shining recommendation and maybe a few too many personal remarks. You worked hard to earn this, and you did it beyond what anyone ever thought possible. Congratulations."

Forte didn't actually realize that he was holding his breath at first, and he'd only really just remembered to breathe when the words 'B-rank' made him forget how to breathe all over again. He'd...he'd passed, he'd actually-? And X was...X was proud of him?!

What actually snapped him out of staring with his mouth open was Gospel practically slamming into his side and trying to cover his face in licks. "Gah-! D-down boy-! I mean-"

He shoved the wolfbot down, silently ordering him not to start affection-attacking X next. "I mean, th-thank you- I-" He coughed, trying and failing to hide a rather dorky grin. "I couldn't have...done it by myself. Thanks for...for not giving up on me."

X looked a little unsure, but opened his arms towards Forte nonetheless. "I'm glad that no one gave up on you. Most of all me. I get to brag about you, this way."

"Wh-" It seemed to take Forte a moment to register what X was getting at, but after a moment he cracked a far less dorky and far more signature toothy grin of his, though he looked just faintly embarrassed as he moved to give the Lightbot a slightly awkward if genuine hug. "Damn well better brag," he muttered, feeling an odd flicker of affection.

And as soon as he stepped back Axl had scooped him up in a bear hug and squeezed him and ruffled his hair and set him back down before he could so much as protest. And then laughed about it. Forte fixed his hair with a grumble, shifting his gaze in Zero's direction. "You want one too or what?"

Zero had his arms crossed over his chest, both happy with his brother’s graduation and also taking in how far he had gotten with X. Grinning with clear amusement at the way Axl quite literally lifted him off the ground, he held out an arm, beckoning Forte forward. "You know I do."

"God dammit." Forte laughed in spite of himself, giving Zero a hug regardless and shaking his head. "Thanks for bein' there, little bro," he whispered.

Followed of course by giving Zero a brotherly shove just to make sure he knew who was boss. Once he was satisfied, he turned back toward Metis and Lucia, his totally dorky excitement returning all at once. "W- we're Maverick Hunters!"

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freedom-hacker · 12 years ago

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That was the worst ticklefight ever

((Skrah you're supposed to be making friends, not enemies. Cripes, boy.))

[11/2/13 10:10:55 PM] Tree: .......ficaxl what the heck are YOU up to

[11/2/13 10:11:02 PM] Tree: and why do you need metis's help

[11/2/13 10:12:00 PM] Tart: omg

[11/2/13 10:12:10 PM] Tart: 'metis i need your help'

'what is it'

'i need a girlfriend'

[11/2/13 10:12:16 PM] Tree: OH MY GOD

[11/2/13 10:12:21 PM] Tree: "Th-that wasn't-!"

[11/2/13 10:12:31 PM] Tree: THAT was a shade of red you just turned

[11/2/13 10:29:51 PM] Tart: what does ficaxl need metis for

[11/2/13 10:38:53 PM] Tree: ficaxl wants metis to help him initiate a ticklefight

[11/2/13 10:39:07 PM] Tart: omfg

[11/2/13 10:40:04 PM] Tree: "Well I can tickle someone but I can't also pin them down."

[11/2/13 10:40:49 PM] Tart: "I can pin em' down easy..."

[11/2/13 10:42:48 PM] Tree: "Mmm, can you pin down five feet nine inches of former gladiator?"

[11/2/13 10:43:25 PM] Tart: "I weight nearly 300 pounds. I think if I just sit on him we'll be good."

[11/2/13 10:43:59 PM] Tree: "Truuuuuuue. Guess the only hard part is getting on him in the first place, he is stubborn...~"

[11/2/13 10:44:02 PM] Tree: just go sit on his lap

[11/2/13 10:44:12 PM] Tree: he's just sitting on the couch reading

[11/2/13 10:54:28 PM] Tart: metis is just

[11/2/13 10:54:32 PM] Tart: gettin ready to pounce

[11/2/13 10:54:42 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/2/13 10:55:03 PM] Tree: skrah isnt paying attention he's doing the 'im focused on my work and nothing else exists' thing

[11/2/13 10:55:09 PM] Tart: THERE SHE GO

[11/2/13 10:55:13 PM] Tree: omG

[11/2/13 10:55:30 PM] Tart: The brawler lept and landed on Skrah's lap, the couch creaking beneath them. "Axl! Now!"

[11/2/13 10:56:29 PM] Tree: "OOHF!" Skrah grunted, frowning and peering over the top of his datapad. "Metis, can't you see I'm trying t- AH!"

He yelped audibly when the gunner's fingers tickled over his side. "Wh- h-HEY!"

[11/2/13 10:58:45 PM] Tart: "No escape now, Twiggy!" She grinned.

[11/2/13 11:00:31 PM] Tree: "Get- hh-!" Skrah grunted, swallowing an odd-sounding noise and trying to push Axl's hands away. "Off...of me...!"

[11/2/13 11:05:40 PM] Tart: "No way!"

[11/2/13 11:08:28 PM] Tree: "Hh- Metis...Asimov...damn you...!" Skrah took another swat at Axl's hand, squirming under the brawler. "Delta!" he managed. "A little hhh- help here?"

[11/2/13 11:08:35 PM] Tree: 'delta your brawler is on me'

[11/2/13 11:09:05 PM] Tart: She shifted to settle more comfortably on him. "You're stuck, buddy."

[11/2/13 11:09:32 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/2/13 11:09:42 PM] Tree: he just DAMMIT WHERE'S MY SNIPER WHEN I NEED HER

[11/2/13 11:09:45 PM] Tree: IM BEING SQUASHED

[11/2/13 11:09:47 PM] Tree: AND TICKLED.

[11/2/13 11:10:13 PM] Tart: deltas out on a run omg

[11/2/13 11:10:17 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/2/13 11:10:24 PM] Tree: skrah just 'it figures'

[11/2/13 11:11:24 PM] Tree: "Get- hh...your fat ass...off of my lap...or so help me...!"

[11/2/13 11:11:40 PM] Tree: he's doing that wheeze-laugh thing what a dork

[11/2/13 11:11:49 PM] Tart: "/Fat/? Now that's not nice."

[11/2/13 11:12:52 PM] Tree: "Neither is...you two- hh...! Suddenly interrupting...my reading! Get...off...!" He jabbed his elbow down at Axl's arm, causing the gunner to laugh. "And you...stop that!"

[11/2/13 11:13:19 PM] Tart: "You read too much anyways."

[11/2/13 11:14:05 PM] Tree: "Not...the point!" He gave her a shove, biting back a gasp that was probably sort of a laugh. "/Off/!"

[11/2/13 11:14:21 PM] Tart: She immediately wrapped her arms around him to cling. "Nuh uh!"

[11/2/13 11:14:31 PM] Tree: PFF.

[11/2/13 11:14:42 PM] Tree: his arms are pinned to his sides now huh

[11/2/13 11:14:59 PM] Tart: yup

[11/2/13 11:15:59 PM] Tree: "Wh- ACK! Khhh...! H-hey cut that /out/!"

"Some tough gladiator, isn't he?" Axl snickered, throwing Metis a playful wink.

[11/2/13 11:23:47 PM] Tart: Metis grinned at Axl, "You laugh like a deflated whoopie cushion, Twiggy."

[11/2/13 11:23:53 PM] Tree: SNORTS

[11/2/13 11:23:59 PM] Tree: METIS THAT WAS MEAN

[11/2/13 11:26:16 PM] Tree: "I'm not...laughing," Skrah said, wriggling in Metis's grip and casting her a tired glare. "I'm trying...to /breathe/...hhh...between you crushing me...and Axl ti- iiihckling me...!" His voice rose in pitch slightly when Axl gave his side a harder poke.

[11/2/13 11:30:02 PM] Tart: Metis looked thoughtful a moment. "I'll let you go if you ask nicely."

[11/2/13 11:31:04 PM] Tree: Skrah made a low noise something like a strained growl in response.

[11/2/13 11:31:17 PM] Tart: "That wasn't asking nicely at all."

[11/2/13 11:31:37 PM] Tree: "No...fucking...shit, Metis..."

[11/2/13 11:32:25 PM] Tart: She looked unamused, squeezing him a bit harder before easing her grip back to how it was before.

[11/2/13 11:34:25 PM] Tree: "Ack-!" Oh, he was going to /kill/ that brawler. And Axl was next. He struggled for a moment longer before letting his shoulders go slack and looking up at Metis with...what was likely the most forced smile in the history of forever. "/Please/. Let me go, dear Metis. I would /very/ much appreciate it."

[11/2/13 11:34:49 PM] Tart: She grinned toothily, letting him out of her grip and hopping off of her. "Aw, you called me dear."

[11/2/13 11:36:00 PM] Tree: "Indeed I did." Skrah stood up, immediately grabbing Metis's shoulder and spinning her around to pin her arm behind her back, his smile dropping back into a deadpan. "Don't get used to it."

"Aw, that's cold," Axl snickered.

[11/2/13 11:36:31 PM] Tart: She looked frightfully unamused, immediately pushing back against him to get her arm out of his grip.

[11/2/13 11:37:40 PM] Tree: "Nice try, kid." Skrah brought his other hand up in a quick if light jab between her shoulder blades. "Pressure points are fun, wouldn't you say?"

[11/2/13 11:38:00 PM] Tart: "Get off of me." She stated.

[11/2/13 11:38:13 PM] Tree: "No."

[11/2/13 11:38:24 PM] Tart: "I'll end you."

[11/2/13 11:40:22 PM] Tart: you cant tell but metis is secretly freaking out a little that skrah has her pinned

[11/2/13 11:40:25 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/2/13 11:40:33 PM] Tart: her pupils got really small thats how you can tell

[11/2/13 11:40:37 PM] Tree: cat eyes

[11/2/13 11:41:04 PM] Tree: "Apologize. Nicely, if you please."

[11/2/13 11:41:22 PM] Tart: She twitched. "Get off me right now."

[11/2/13 11:41:45 PM] Tree: "That wasn't an apology. I can't let you off without at least /somewhat/ getting even with you."

[11/2/13 11:42:04 PM] Tart: i am (not) sorry

[11/2/13 11:42:08 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/2/13 11:44:06 PM] Tart: seriously tho skrah shes about to explode on you

[11/2/13 11:44:18 PM] Tart: "I. am. sorry." She said through clenched teeth.

[11/2/13 11:44:50 PM] Tree: "...All right." Skrah loosened his grip, stepping back and giving her hair a light ruffle. "Legitimate enough."

[11/2/13 11:45:30 PM] Tart: She quickly scrambled away from him and off the couch, balling her fists and making a quick exit from the room.

[11/2/13 11:47:21 PM] Tree: Skrah blinked, looking slightly startled as he scooped up his datapad and settled back down. "Aw," Axl said. "That didn't go quite as planned. Ya damn spoilsport."

"I'll get back at /you/ later, Axl."

The gunner frowned, giving Skrah a light swat before trailing after Metis worriedly. "Metis...?"

[11/2/13 11:48:47 PM] Tart: "L-Leave me alone." She answered, jaw tightening.

[11/2/13 11:49:28 PM] Tree: Axl's frown deepened, but he stepped back with a nod. "All right. I just wanted to make sure you're okay; you looked a little shaken."

[11/2/13 11:50:47 PM] Tart: "He...He did something and I couldn't move my arm, I want to /strangle/ him..." She muttered.

[11/2/13 11:51:56 PM] Tree: "Ah...pressure points," Axl said, still keeping his distance for the time being. "He showed me a few of those. I don't think he knew it'd shake you up so badly."

[11/2/13 11:53:15 PM] Tart: "It doesn't /matter/." She trembled faintly, though clearly with anger. "H-He wouldn't let me go."

[11/2/13 11:54:54 PM] Tree: "He wouldn't have hurt you." Axl shook his head gently, settling for flopping down into a sitting position on the floor. "I think it was supposed to be his way of playing around. Are you all right...?"

[11/2/13 11:57:29 PM] Tart: She turned to look down at him, red eyes practically glowing with contempt. "No."

[11/2/13 11:57:47 PM] Tree: oh jEEZ

[11/2/13 11:57:54 PM] Tree: SKRAH LOOK WHAT U DID

[11/2/13 11:59:26 PM] Tree: "Okay." Axl held up his hands in an 'I surrender' gesture. "Okay. Is there some way I can help, or should I go ahead and scram and give you some space?"

[11/3/13 12:00:49 AM] Tart: "Just keep me away from him so I don't do something stupid." She turned away again, "Like crack his skull or break his spine or something along those lines."

[11/3/13 12:02:30 AM] Tart: shed kill him if delta didnt like him

[11/3/13 12:02:36 AM] Tree: omfg

[11/3/13 12:03:00 AM] Tree: he's kinda listening from the other room catching vague hints of the convo just o -o

[11/3/13 12:03:19 AM] Tree: shit i didnt mean to make her /that/ mad that didn't go well

[11/3/13 12:03:38 AM] Tart: she sAID GET OFF

[11/3/13 12:03:50 AM] Tree: he says 'so did i like fIVE TIMES'

[11/3/13 12:03:52 AM] Tart: U KNO IT FREAKS HER OUT TO FEEL POWERLESS

[11/3/13 12:04:08 AM] Tart: well i mean you did the pressure point thing she just hugged you and sat on your lap while axl tickled you

[11/3/13 12:05:21 AM] Tree: "I...didn't realize it would upset her that badly. It was my mistake."

"I'd appreciate that." Axl offered her a small smile. "He may be a jackass, but I do consider him to be my best friend. Would it help if you could let off some steam on something that won't be upset about being broken in half?"

[11/3/13 12:06:28 AM] Tart: "Why do you all /like/ him so much...?!"

[11/3/13 12:06:45 AM] Tart: now shes just NOT YOU TOO

[11/3/13 12:06:47 AM] Tree: omg

[11/3/13 12:08:33 AM] Tree: "I..." Axl sighed softly. "I know him better than most people do. He's not a bad guy, honestly. He just doesn't show that a lot, I guess. Besides . . ." He shook his head. "Believe me, when we first met, I didn't 'like' him in the slightest, dear Asimov."

[11/3/13 12:10:07 AM] Tart: "Do I look like someone who /cares/ what kind of a guy he is?!" She raised her voice, "I'd still want to kill him if he was a well-meaning single father, or a goddamn minister, I don't /care/."

[11/3/13 12:10:53 AM] Tree: axl just kinda hey cmon he IS my friend :c

[11/3/13 12:10:59 AM] Tree: he's an asshole but still

[11/3/13 12:11:13 AM] Tart: metis just HES DONE NOTHING BUT MAKE MY LIFE DIFFICULT

[11/3/13 12:11:16 AM] Tree: omfg

[11/3/13 12:12:01 AM] Tart: HE STARTED DATING MY ONLY REAL FRIEND AND NOW ALL SHES GOT TIME FOR IS HIM AND I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY

[11/3/13 12:12:10 AM] Tart: ALL HE DOES IS SIT AROUND AND LOOK BORED AND READ

[11/3/13 12:12:15 AM] Tree: and bathe

[11/3/13 12:12:50 AM] Tart: yeah

[11/3/13 12:14:47 AM] Tree: "Guess that was a rhetorical question," Axl mumbled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck and standing up. "He...takes some getting to know. More so than most people. I swear to Asimov he has the capacity to smile in there /somewhere/." He frowned slightly. "You two never have gotten along very well, have you..."

[11/3/13 12:16:32 AM] Tart: "He's dating my best friend and now he's all she has time for anymore. He's /her/ best friend." She muttered bitterly, "And now I learn he's /your's/ too. All he does is read, take baths and look bored at people-- and everyone just loves him soooo much."

[11/3/13 12:17:15 AM] Tart: metis you are very bitter

[11/3/13 12:17:28 AM] Tree: babyyyy

[11/3/13 12:17:59 AM] Tree: ficaxl's p good at listening to people rant he's rlly chill

[11/3/13 12:22:06 AM] Tree: "Mm..." Axl gave a low, sympathetic and thoughtful-sounding murmur, taking a few steps closer and cautiously laying a hand on Metis's shoulder- just long enough to call up a teleport signal to get them somewhere quieter- namely, his bedroom in his own homeworld. "You're jealous?" he said softly, taking his hand away and sitting down on his bed.

[11/3/13 12:23:13 AM] Tart: "Oh, what's this gonna be now, a goddamn /therapy session/?" She reached to smack his hand away, but he took it away himself before she got the chance. "I'm not jealous of him, I hate him. I want to rip his arms off and slap him with them."

[11/3/13 12:25:26 AM] Tree: Axl shook his head, crossing one leg over the other and leaning his weight back on his hands. "Therapy session? Nah, you just seemed like you needed to vent a little. Asimov knows I don't mind listening." He twitched one foot idly, reaching back to take his hair out of its ponytail. "I won't repeat anything if you don't want, regardless."

[11/3/13 12:26:15 AM] Tart: "You'll just think less of me for everything I have to say. You're closer to him anyways."

[11/3/13 12:28:03 AM] Tree: Again, Axl shook his head. "You're entitled to your opinion as much as anyone else is. I guess I just want to help out a little if I can. I- ah..." He blinked, managing a soft laugh. "Okay, so maybe I /am/ trying to play therapist in a weird way."

[11/3/13 12:29:39 AM] Tart: "I said I wanted to be left alone, not that I wanted to play Dr. Phil with you." Her voice practically dripped with venom.

[11/3/13 12:31:11 AM] Tree: "Okay. Well, you're more than welcome to stay here the night." Axl ran a hand through his hair. "Do you know where the sim rooms here are, case you want to take a few swings?"

[11/3/13 12:32:08 AM] Tart: "I don't /know/ you just teleported me fucking /somewhere/." She hissed.

[11/3/13 12:34:13 AM] Tree: "I figured it was best to keep you guys as separated as possible; I just brought us to my home dimension." Axl hopped to his feet. "Right, you haven't been anywhere but my room before. Would you like directions, or should I show you there before I leave you be?"

[11/3/13 12:35:25 AM] Tart: "Just show me there."

[11/3/13 12:36:41 AM] Tree: "Sure thing." Axl led her out of his room and down a few hallways, sliding open a door and gesturing to the open, empty space. "Control panel's on the far wall; no one should bother you. Knock yourself out, kid. Let me know if you need anything, 'kay?"

[11/3/13 12:38:17 AM] Tart: She nodded, staying silent and merely walking over to the control panel, cracking her knuckles.

[11/3/13 12:38:25 AM] Tree: hoo boy

[11/3/13 12:38:38 AM] Tree: she's gonna pretend all the targets are skrah huh

[11/3/13 12:38:42 AM] Tart: yeah

[11/3/13 12:38:46 AM] Tree: figured

[11/3/13 12:38:53 AM] Tree: and destroy them as mercilessly as possible?

[11/3/13 12:38:56 AM] Tart: yeah

[11/3/13 12:39:02 AM] Tart: in tournaments and stuff she cant kill people

[11/3/13 12:39:05 AM] Tree: ahh

[11/3/13 12:39:12 AM] Tart: but when shes doing sims shes pretty brutal

[11/3/13 12:39:17 AM] Tart: ala crushing enemies and tearing limbs off

[11/3/13 12:39:21 AM] Tree: dang girl

[11/3/13 12:39:37 AM] Tart: shes heavy enough to be able to just jump on some enemies heads and crush them

[11/3/13 12:39:43 AM] Tree: WOO GIRL.

[11/3/13 12:40:02 AM] Tree: smash it like a watermelon

[11/3/13 12:40:25 AM] Tart: i suRE HOPE FICAXLS NOT GONNA WATCH HER DO THAT SIM HE MIGHT GET A LITTLE SCARED

[11/3/13 12:40:30 AM] Tree: omg

[11/3/13 12:40:38 AM] Tree: nah he was gonna go up and relax in his room

[11/3/13 12:40:44 AM] Tart: SHES A LOT OF ANGER COMPRESSED INTO A SMALL BODY

[11/3/13 12:40:48 AM] Tree: omfg

[11/3/13 12:41:27 AM] Tree: "Mm? Nah, she said she needs some space. I'll be in my room if anyone needs me." He tossed Metis a light wave before sliding the sim room door shut and heading back upstairs.

[11/3/13 12:41:43 AM] Tart: she set it to GA level girl that is a bad idea

[11/3/13 12:41:47 AM] Tree: omfg

[11/3/13 12:41:48 AM] Tart: she glared at me and said she doesnt care

[11/3/13 12:41:48 AM] Tree: metis

[11/3/13 12:41:50 AM] Tree: metis no

[11/3/13 12:42:01 AM] Tree: metis last time axl did that it was rEALLY BAD

[11/3/13 12:42:11 AM] Tart: she says she doesnt care

[11/3/13 12:42:23 AM] Tart: at least if she gets injured itll be enough to keep her from trying to murder anyone

[11/3/13 12:42:28 AM] Tree: no i mean really bad as in HE'S AN S-CLASS MAV HUNTER AND HE ALMOST DIED

[11/3/13 12:42:31 AM] Tree: METIS PLS DO NOT DIE.

[11/3/13 12:42:36 AM] Tart: "Kay."

[11/3/13 12:42:55 AM] Tree: gdi gurl i was serious your big bro needs u alive man

[11/3/13 12:43:08 AM] Tart: "Kay."

[11/3/13 12:43:11 AM] Tree: omfg

[11/3/13 12:43:22 AM] Tree: now ficaxl's just maybe i should hang around up in master control....

[11/3/13 12:43:56 AM] Tart: omg

[11/3/13 12:44:02 AM] Tart: metis just wants to maim large mechaniloids

[11/3/13 12:44:26 AM] Tree: "That's all well and good but /I/ wouldn't take on a GA-rank sim by myself."

[11/3/13 12:44:31 AM] Tree: your counterpart did once lol

[11/3/13 12:44:34 AM] Tree: "He's an idiot."

[11/3/13 12:44:36 AM] Tree: yeah....

[11/3/13 12:44:46 AM] Tart: adjust it if u want to axl

[11/3/13 12:44:50 AM] Tart: u probably should

[11/3/13 12:45:24 AM] Tree: "I...think I should turn it down a bit. I don't want to patronize her, but I also like her alive and in one piece. Surly or not."

[11/3/13 12:45:33 AM] Tart: go ahead

[11/3/13 12:45:35 AM] Tart: just dont tell her

[11/3/13 12:46:29 AM] Tree: "I won't. I'll hang around up in master control where I can observe regardless." He quickly made his way upstairs, settling down and tweaking the sim down to an A-rank. "Let's see how she handles this."

[11/3/13 12:48:33 AM] Tart: shell probably end up kicking her core into overdrive for an extra punch

[11/3/13 12:48:39 AM] Tree: omg

[11/3/13 12:49:14 AM] Tree: "I...I'll watch over her. Can't hurt to give her an assessment, either way."

[11/3/13 12:49:18 AM] Tree: he's all worried aww

[11/3/13 12:49:55 AM] Tart: pats him

[11/3/13 12:49:57 AM] Tart: u cute

[11/3/13 12:50:09 AM] Tree: "Thank you, miss Tart."

[11/3/13 12:50:22 AM] Tart: <33

[11/3/13 12:50:50 AM] Tart: thanks for taking care of my brawler

[11/3/13 12:51:15 AM] Tree: "Heh. Not a problem. She's a good kid. A little temperamental and misguided, but she's a good kid."

[11/3/13 12:53:14 AM] Tart: okay i hear her screaming with rage so the sim started

[11/3/13 12:53:17 AM] Tart: i should get to bed

[11/3/13 12:53:19 AM] Tree: omfg

[11/3/13 12:53:30 AM] Tree: extra hour of sleep fuck yeah daylight savings

[11/3/13 12:53:35 AM] Tart: YEA

[11/3/13 12:53:43 AM] Tree: i should bed too i have shit to do tomorrow

#metsushoryuken #arenaverse!axl #ticklefights #and hatred #skype shenanigans

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maverick-hunter-axl · 12 years ago

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✤ (disgaea)

((AS I NOW ATTEMPT MY LIMITED KNOWLEDGE OF DISGAEA

I HOPE TART HAS TAUGHT ME WELL

anyway if axl was disgaea he'd be the lil gunner fella bc i mean duh guns and also look at this face

like tell me axl would not look fuckin awesome in that hat and he can eventually become a sniper and then an outlaw and hitman and BULLSEYE

and then a DESPERADOOOOOOO

axl would be cool in a western

anyway

he cant take a whole hell of a lot of hits but well duh it's axl he can stay at a range anyway and watch someone's back while he shoots bitches down fuck yeah

lookit this little badass

axl would totally wear that and kick all kinds of ass YEAH))

#metsushoryuken #axl answers things

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eckoazzure · 11 years ago

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#RYU #MetsuShoryuken #ON #EHonda

#on #ryu #ehonda #metsushoryuken

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cobra-helmed-wilybot · 12 years ago

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In which Forte and Metis do things

((Uncreative title is uncreative, but we decided to hold a skype RP session for some character development for our two favorite hot-tempered recruits. Shenanigans under the cut.))

[10/11/13 10:05:30 PM] Tree: Forte yawned loudly, leaning against the edge of the roof he and Metis were lounging on and allowing his blue-violet eyes to drift halfway shut as he watched the battle between Hunters and Mechaniloids raging on some distance away. "This is /boring/," he grumbled. Normally he'd have jumped at the chance to go out on a real mission- with the 17th Elite, no less.

He just hadn't expected to be told to observe from a distance with his fellow recruit while X and Axl had all the fun.

[10/12/13 9:07:27 AM] Tart: Metis nodded, expression deadpan and obviously bored out of her mind. "Y'think they'd have given us the heads up that we wouldn't actually be doin' anything." She said, "Then I would have brought some food..."

[10/12/13 9:20:14 AM] Tree: "I would've brought somethin' to /do/," Forte muttered. He pinched the bridge of his nose, mimicking the gunner's voice in the most obnoxious fashion he could. "'Stay here and behave yourselves, you're only on observation! Get yourselves in trouble and you'll be answering to me for a /week/!'"

[10/12/13 9:42:39 AM] Tart: Metis laughed, "That's a pretty good impression. Lemme see if I've still got my X mojo..." She took a deep breath, lowering her voice and making it sound as monotonely calm as possible, "I understand that you want to help, but as Axl said, this is simply for observation."

[10/12/13 9:55:25 AM] Tree: Forte clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a snort of amusement. "Not half bad. Just about as boring an old man as the real thing." He took a few moments to regain his composure before lowering his hand and clearing his throat. "Here, take a guess at this one."

He set his expression into a rather deadpan scowl, crossing his arms and trying to make his voice more gravelly. "Quit screwing around. You're all a bunch of idiots. I'm going to go take a bath and be boring."

Had the recruits been paying more attention to their surroundings than to each other, they likely would've noticed the small group of units rapidly closing in on them.

[10/12/13 1:04:06 PM] Tart: "Pfff...." She laughed, kicking her legs a bit, "Okay, how about this!"

Metis cleared her throat and fixed her expression into a smirk, making her voice lilting and deep, "I like to shoot people all the time and I'm always smiling just like this because I want people to think I'm mysterious and deep."

[10/12/13 1:13:08 PM] Tree: Forte shook his head, clearly fighting the chuckle rising in his throat. "Pretty damn accurate on that one too. Damn, you're good at this."

He had just been taking a breath to prepare his best impression of his fellow Wilybot when a plasma shot exploded next to his foot, the force nearly overbalancing him for how close he was standing to the edge of the roof. "Shit, what the hell-?!"

[10/12/13 1:50:50 PM] Tart: Metis jumped, eyes widening. She quickly turned around, putting a hand on Forte's shoulder to balance him firmly on the roof again. "Looks like the Mechaniloid has friends."

[10/12/13 2:01:27 PM] Tree: Forte staggered slightly, shrugging off her hand with a quick nod. "Judging by the eyes, I'd say four infected." He cracked his knuckles, a smirk curling at his lips as he armed his plasma cannon with an audible hum of energy. "Two for each of us, eh?"

[10/12/13 3:11:56 PM] Tart: Metis stretched her arms up before settling down into her battle stance, fists raised in front of her face and a toothy grin splitting her lips. "Sounds fair. Hope the old man doesn't get mad at us for this, else we'll have to answer to Axl~."

[10/12/13 3:51:27 PM] Tree: "Heh, we'll probably have to answer to Axl anyway." Forte felt a twinge of disappointment at having left Gospel behind to entertain the kids for the afternoon, but he shrugged it off. No helping it now, he supposed.

His smirk broadened as he pushed himself into a leap toward the first hostile in range- a tall, clearly infected Reploid with a plasma cannon on one arm. "I think it'll be hella /worth it/!"

[10/12/13 4:58:00 PM] Tart: Metis wasted no time in charging forward, ramming herself into the stomach of the nearest infected Reploid, sending him skidding back across the ground. She hopped from foot to foot lightly, ready to dodge when she needed to. Once the one she had knocked down began to get back up, she charged back towards him, striking her gauntlets together, causing them to spark. Once she struck them together again, fire bursting out from the energy crystals on her gauntlets and focusing around her knuckles.

She hit the maverick /hard/ in the stomach, enough to knock him off the ground upwards. She then brought up her other fist to crack up against his jaw, her gauntlet shifting about and seeming to fire something like a very strong compressed gust of wind at him, that hit finally sending him skittering backwards and off the side of the building.

She huffed, shaking out her hands. The gauntlet that had shot air at him ejecting something that looked almost like a bullet casing, but larger.

"One down, Forte! Better keep up!"

[10/12/13 5:14:39 PM] Tree: Forte kept half an eye on Metis as he took on his own Maverick, feeling a familiar thrill through his circuits at the rush of a good fight. “Oh, don’t tempt me!” he called, getting in close to the taller Maverick and using his small size to dodge and weave around in circles with ease. “Ya know I can’t resist a good competition, Metis!”

He ducked under a swing, skittering backwards to a safe distance and landing several quick shots to his opponent’s spine before zigzagging out of the way of the return fire, jabbing his elbow backwards sharply when another Maverick with an even larger cannon on her arm rushed him from behind. “Nice try!”

A laugh slipped past him as he allowed the fight to become something of a dance, luring both Mavericks a short ways across the roof to give Metis room and peppering them with shots meant more to distract than harm. With four against two, maybe they /should/ have called for backup, but this was just too much damn fun.

“Betcha dessert after training t’night if I take mine out first!” he called over.

[10/12/13 5:30:31 PM] Tart: Metis stuck her tongue out at him. "You're on!" She called, turning to face the remaining Maverick that she had to fight. She had to turn her head up just to see his face, he had to have been at least 6'. Her eyes widened slightly at the large weapon he held, a warhammer with a plasma blade at the other end of it. But it was cumbersome, he'd have to be slow.

She didn't have time to consider it as he abruptly brought the weapon down where she had been standing a minute before, the brawler having managed to dive out of the way, rolling across the ground into a ready crouch. She sprung up, slamming a fist into his side. It managed to dent his armor, but not much more. Her eyes widened and she grabbed onto his arm for support with one hand, using the other to keep slamming a fist into his side, trying to get through his armor.

The maverick didn't look to be in the mood to humor her, and used his free hand to pry her free of him, holding her by the head up in front of him only long enough to slam his warhammer into her. She went flying out of his grip, landing roughly against the ground, but the force of the hit still enough to send her skidding further.

She hit the small wall ont he side of the roof, rolling off it and regaining her wits just in time to grab the side of the building to dangle off it.

She took a shaky breath, feeling as thought he hit had probably broken a few ribs, which was /hard/ to do to someone with a reinforced steel-titanium skeleton. She shuddered, swallowing the coolant that rose in her throat and pulling herself back up onto the roof. "Kgh..."

[10/12/13 6:03:40 PM] Tree: “Hah, sounds like a deal!” Forte tossed her a brief thumbs-up before turning his smirk back on his quarries, having far too much fun leading them in circles and dodging their fire. “C’mon, ya piles of scrap, that the best you got- fuck!”

A burst of flame from the fembot’s arm cannon narrowly seared at his toes, and he immediately skittered backward, keeping up his toothy grin. “What, ya takin’ a cue from X now, are ya?”

He skipped back several more steps, a charge humming in his buster as he regained his bearings for a moment. “Guess it wouldn’t be any fun if it was too easy,” he muttered to himself as he darted forward and released his shot at the taller of the two Reploids, shifting his weight to the side at the last minute to avoid another rush of flame from the other.

“Oy!” he called out when he realized that Metis had just about entirely disappeared from his line of vision. “Metis, y’alright over there or what?”

The Mavericks didn’t afford him time to wait for an answer, doubling up on their rate of fire and forcing the Wilybot to put more focus on dodging than firing back. “Oh, now this is gettin’ interesting,” he growled, immediately beginning to charge another shot.

[10/12/13 11:39:45 PM] Tart: Metis lingered on her hands and knees for a moment, swallowing hard before forcing herself up onto her feet shakily. "M...M'fine, this guy's got ome arm on him though!" She looked back up at him, her vision spinning from pain and her systems thrown off by the hit as well, reinitializing screens covering her optics.

She stumbled for a moment before charging at him again, this time choosing to aim lower and aim a hard kick for his knee. The armor there made a loud cracking noise as it went flying off, and she used the momentum of the kick to swing right into another one for the same knee. This cause the taller Reploid to quickly fall down onto his good knee.

She brought back her fist to hit him in the face this time only to find that he had decided to use the bladed end of his warhammer. The searing pain through her abdomen brought her attack to a screeching halt, her eyes widening as he'd impaled her through the stomach. Metis managed to stumble backwards, a staggered gasp escaping her as she felt the blade slide out with a sickening squelch. "Gkh...!"

[10/12/13 11:56:25 PM] Tree: “Just be careful, a’ite? I got enough to do without havin’ to cover your ass too!” Forte was half-joking, but he wasn’t kidding about having a lot to do. His arms and legs were beginning to sting from being scorched by narrowly-avoided shots, a few nailing him just below his knees and one managing to catch him right in the stomach.

He shook it off, making a dart forward and drawing his axe as he moved, only to hiss as his target dodged smoothly to one side and brought an elbow down on his left wrist hard enough to shatter it. “/Damn/ it! Now you’re asking for it, you piece of-!”

Metis’s sound of pain, along with the unmistakable sound of synth-skin tearing and coolant splattering, caught Forte’s attention at once, a low, protective-sounding growl rising in his throat at the sight. “You fucking /bastard/!” He brought the hilt of his axe backwards, slamming it into the stomach of one of his attackers and starting to dart in Metis’s direction, only for the fembot’s arms to wrap around his neck and torso and lift him off of the ground.

He couldn’t bite back an audible yelp as she twisted, wrenching his neck to one side, likely in an attempt to snap it. Acting more on instinct than thought, he brought his good arm back and pressed the barrel of his plasma cannon against her stomach, releasing a rather hefty charged shot at point blank range.

The force of the recoil sent both ‘bots flying, Forte landing in a hard skid and hissing again as he cracked his head. Despite the world spinning around him, he forced himself to his feet, blinking rapidly and trying desperately to regain his bearings. “Metis!”

[10/13/13 12:10:32 AM] Tart: Metis wavered, struggling to keep her footing but ending up down on her knees as her systems screamed error messages at her. Shock was probably keeping her from feeling much of the pain, but she still felt coolant oozing from the wound and down her front.

She looked up at him, and he stared down at her emotionlessly. She swallowed, turning over and starting to crawl away, leaving a trail of coolant in her wake. Her escape was brought to an abrupt halt when the maverick brought the blade of his warhammer down through her left thigh, straight through the middle. It was stopped by her bone, but only for a moment as he pressed down harder and snapped it, digging the blade into the ground below.

A scream tore its way from her throat, but she clamped her mouth shut to cut it off, clawing at the ground. She was helpless, there was nothing she could /do/, she hated it...!

[10/13/13 12:24:58 AM] Tree: "/Metis/!"

Forte felt . . ./something/ when he heard her scream. He didn’t know what it was, he’d never felt it before, but it was /something/. An odd, almost foreign tremor shook him, blue-violet eyes narrowing dangerously as a violet aura rose up around his body. “Leave her alone, you fucking /bastard/!”

He jerked to his feet and broke into a sprint, stumbling forward when a plasma shot seared into his back. A snarl left his throat, and he whipped around on his heel to return fire, continuing the motion into a spin forward as he pushed himself off to ram his shoulder into the warhammer-weilding Maverick’s back.

Without skipping a beat, he flipped over backwards, ignoring the way his neck throbbed in protest, pushing himself into a handstand off of the Maverick’s back to fire down at its head. His wrist didn’t particularly appreciate still keeping hold of his axe, but he hardly seemed to feel it, as if he was in a completely different world. “I’ll fucking /kill you/, you piece of /shit/!”

[10/13/13 12:35:27 AM] Tart: The maverick grabbed the hilt of his warhammer again, ripping the blade painfully out of the downed brawler's leg. She swallowed another scream, trembling madly and unable to do much else besides watch in shock.

The maverick didn't seem to take much notice of her anymore, more concerned with his new target. His eyes widened at the shots to his head and he turned to face Forte, swinging at him a few times a bit blindly, the shots probably having thrown off his optics.

[10/13/13 12:51:35 AM] Tree: “You think you can push my friends around and get away with it, do ya?!” Forte dodged most of the blind swings, though the last one grazed his right arm hard enough to fracture it- which was just /brilliant/, of course, because he needed to be working with two injured arms. “You mess with her, you mess with me!”

The other two Mavericks had regained their bearings enough to get back on their feet and back on the attack, leaving Forte hard-pressed to deal with them /and/ the robotic spawn of Thor and the Incredible Hulk all at the same time. He could feel his systems pulsing with otherworldly energy, but something was . . ./different/ this time. It didn’t feel malicious or like the euphoric rush of adrenaline he was used to, something was /different/.

He didn’t have much time to ponder that, however, as a blast of flame caught him off guard and seared through into his upper left arm, burning easily through to his synth skin and deeper down to his wiring. A yell of pain was quickly cut off by another snarl as he forced off several pain receptors and equipped his Wheel Cutter, a few well-placed shots tearing off the fembot’s fire cannon with a screech of metal. “Just hang on, Metis!” he growled out. “I got this!”

[10/13/13 10:03:42 AM] Tart: Metis sucked in a breath, exhaling it as a cough of coolant. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking back at her leg that was now barely hanging onto her.

It wouldn't only slow her down now. She rolled over onto her back, placing her hands on the lower part of her leg and taking a deep breath, shutting off her pain sensors and tearing the rest off in one swift motion. She didn't waste any time in moving to crawl again, red eyes practically glowing with murderous intent. As soon as one of them got close enough...

The larger one with the warhammer had stepped closer to her first. She lashed out, grabbing his leg and tugging it towards her, making the Maverick's legs spread uncomfortably to throw him off balance. She braced her fingers underneat the armor of his knee, ripping it off and tossing it aside. She then brought that hand back and hit his knee /hard/, relishing in the satisfying crunch it made.

"Forte, get him!!

[10/13/13 10:20:35 AM] Tree: Forte seemed to jerk faintly from seeing red when Metis suddenly went on the offensive, though the sight of her only having one leg to work with sent another stab of anger through him. He turned his furious gaze back at the Maverick, waiting for a split second to ensure that his target was unbalanced before making a leap forward, plasma cannon humming with a charge and leveled at the Maverick's chest-

Only for a plasma shot to sear into his side in midair, knocking him sideways and sending him skidding painfully across the ground. He gave a low snarl, wincing visibly as he struggled to push himself up with his one good arm and wiping the coolant from his scraped cheek. "You piece of shit, fight fair," he growled, stumbling to his feet and aching from the fall.

Damn, he wished he had Gospel with him... He took a breath to steady himself and then darted back in, keeping one Maverick distracted with cover fire while focusing his sights on the warhammer-wielder again.

[10/13/13 2:43:57 PM] Tart: The warhammer-wielder stared down at Metis, raising his warhammer and hitting her aside with it, sending her rolling a few feet away.

"Agh!!" Well, that had pretty much sent all the fight she had left flying out of her. She shifted her gaze over to Forte, weakly making an effort to get back up, shuddering for the effort.

[10/13/13 2:51:52 PM] Tree: "God dammit, you bastard, I thought I told ya to leave her the hell alone!" Some tiny rational voice in the back of Forte's head was telling him that now was /probably/ a good time to call for /some/ kind of backup.

Asimov, Axl was going to kill him...

Instead of sparing a moment from the fight to do so, he deactivated his plasma cannon and shifted his axe to his good hand, darting forward to take a swing at the largest Maverick's side.

[10/13/13 3:34:34 PM] Tart: The maverick's joints groaned as got to one foot, his other leg dragging awkwardly behind him from where Metis had broken his knee. He leaned towards him, the blade at the bottom of his warhammer poised to strike him through the abdomen, about the same place that he had stabbed Metis as well. Infected red eyes glared out from him under the brow of his helmet, the virus haven obviously pretty much wiped out whatever there was of his personality programming and left a murderous husk in its wake.

[10/13/13 3:49:13 PM] Tree: Forte really should have been able to dodge that one. He /really/ should have. And he likely /would/ have if he hadn't gotten double-teamed right at that exact moment by the remaining two Mavericks, the fembot whose arm he had severed darting in from behind to take a swing at the back of his head with said severed arm, the blow making Forte's vision spin. In about the same movement, a plasma shot from the other Maverick sent him staggering off-balance.

And then a plasma blade slammed through his midsection just under the armor that covered his chest.

Part of him was grateful that it /wasn't/ his chest, better his stomach than his core after all, but dammit did he really have to miss the armor by that small a-

Oh /god/ he'd just been stabbed in the stomach.

For a moment, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. It almost didn't even hurt, he barely registered that he was falling sideways or that he was coughing up a mouthful of coolant from the force of the blow. What had just...?

He blinked as he fell, meeting Metis's eyes with his own wide-eyed gaze.

[10/13/13 3:58:55 PM] Tart: Metis own eyes were just as wide, mouth moving like a fish out of water. She swallowed hard, raising a trembling hand and attempting to reach out towards him. "F...Forte...!"

The warhammer maverick raised his hammer again over Forte, hovering for a moment as if trying to aim. He ended up finally bringing it down through Forte's right knee, then drawing it out as if he were satisfied that Forte wouldn't be able to move much more.

"S...Stop it!! Stop hurting him!"

[10/13/13 4:09:40 PM] Tree: Forte gave a pained shout as he felt the blade sear through the wires and components of his knee that were...likely pretty vital to his ability to stand. It was three against one, he couldn't even stand up any more or use his left arm, his right hurt like hell, his neck ached-

What...what was he supposed to...?!

Another plasma shot exploded near his side, the force sending him skidding several feet along the ground to slam into the small ledge on the very edge of the roof, and he yelped as he felt several ribs shatter at the force. Dammit, everything hurt, it all hurt...! Metis was counting on him, he couldn't...

He couldn't let anyone else get hurt...!

The violet aura that had begun to fade from around his body flared up that much brighter, and he forcibly propped himself up on his elbows, gasping with the effort and arming his Commando Bombs. One precise shot landed one of the explosives dead center in the fembot's chest, the resulting explosion shattering through her core. Forte attempted to sit up farther, the effort causing him to cough up another mouthful of coolant. "I'm not...done yet!" he wheezed, turning a fierce glare on the remaining two Mavericks. "Just...hang on...a little longer, Metis, I won't...let them hurt you any more...!"

[10/13/13 5:54:11 PM] Tart: She /hated/ this. He had to protect her, and he was getting /hurt/ trying to do it...! He should have /run/ he should have left her!!

She felt foreign wetness slip from her eyes and immediately clapped a hand over them, wiping them. She said she wouldn't cry, that she'd /never/ cry...!

"You can do it!! C-Come on!"

The hammer-wielding maverick stared down at him, starting slightly as the fembot was taken down. He charged towards Forte, raising his hammer above his head to strike down at Forte.

[10/13/13 6:15:05 PM] Tree: She was...she was cheering him on...? Forte had never had someone cheering him on before....

He narrowed his eyes in determination, gathering what remained of his quickly waning strength and bracing himself to move as the Maverick charged toward him. /Not yet...not yet...closer...just a little closer...!/

At the last possible second, he pushed himself into a crouch and flung himself to the side, allowing the Maverick to just barely skim past him. The last remaining unit darted toward him a moment later, and he fired one last Commando Bomb by reflex, the resulting explosion searing at his synth-skin and shattering one of the fins on his helmet.

He let his arm drop, taking in a shuddering gasp of air and falling limp on his side.

[10/13/13 6:33:35 PM] Tart: As soon as the remaining Mavericks were gone, Metis forced herself up onto her elbows, beginning a slow trek over to Forte, even though it was about as fast as she could go. Her vision darkened, probably from the coolant loss from her stomach and leg. She forced herself onwards nonetheless, finally stopping when she had reached his side, where she forced herself up into something of a sitting position, leaning heavily onto one hand, which she placed on the ground next to his other side, almost protectively. She took a shuddering breath, looking around.

"A...Already...called for...the rest of the Unit." She mumbled.

[10/13/13 6:45:43 PM] Tree: Forte managed a slow nod, his chest rising and falling heavily as his breaths rasped in his throat. He looked...like a mess, to put it plainly, between being burned and stabbed and fractured. It appeared that he'd even cracked his head if the coolant trickling down his forehead was any indication. He blinked rapidly to keep his vision clear, turning his gaze up toward Metis. "Y...y'okay?" he asked hoarsely.

[10/13/13 6:51:17 PM] Tart: "You're stupid." She answered, "You should have run. Now you're...asking me if /I'm/ okay, and look...at you..."

Metis lowered her gaze to her leg, or her lack thereof where coolant was already pooling, "H...How stupid...."

[10/13/13 6:54:13 PM] Tree: "H...heh..." Forte gave a weak, almost wheezing chuckle. "Run? Yeah, right...couldn't just...leave behind someone s'like an adoptive younger sister I never asked for." He coughed, making half an effort to sit up before collapsing again with coolant trickling from the corner of his mouth. "S-sides...stupid or not, Hunters don't...give up'n run away that easily."

[10/13/13 6:56:29 PM] Tart: She shifted, flopping onto her back with a loud noise for how heavy she was. "It's hard to...to hunt shit if you're dead..." Metis said, looking up at the sky. Looked like it was going to rain soon. She put a hand over her bleeding abdomen. "Damn it..."

[10/13/13 6:58:41 PM] Tree: "E-eh...r-relax...m'not gonna die any time soon." Even if the amount of coolant he was losing seemed to indicate otherwise. Forte attempted to roll onto his back and hissed in pain when every circuit protested the movement. "S...s'what we face as Hunters anyway." He closed his eyes for a moment to turn down a few pain receptors. "Y-y'sure you're...all right...?"

[10/13/13 7:02:49 PM] Tart: "I lost a leg and got stabbed. I've...had better days..." She said, eyelids sliding downwards before she forced them open again, "Dunno how m'gonna pay for...a new leg...steel-titanium alloy skeletal structures are...pretty expensive..."

Metis swallowed hard, only for some coolant to force its way out of her mouth in a raspy cough.

[10/13/13 7:05:09 PM] Tree: "L-let HQ figure it out," Forte muttered, keeping his eyes halfway open as if to watch over her. "Yer just...a recruit, anyway..."

"Forte?" a voice called a short ways away. "Metis? What /happened/ to you two?!"

"Took ya...long enough, bro," Forte murmured.

[10/13/13 7:13:16 PM] Tart: "I don't think they'd pay for...somethin' like that...since m'just a recruit..." She shrugged faintly, coughing. She raised an arm to wave to the gunner and the Lightbot who had come jogging up behind him.

"You guys forgot a couple of...of Mavericks..." She dropped her arm to the side with another loud noise.

[10/13/13 7:16:26 PM] Tree: "I /thought/ you two were supposed to be observing and staying out of trouble," Axl said, crouching down alongside them with a frown and touching his communicator to send a signal to medical. "I can't take you guys anywhere..."

"Am...ambush," Forte explained hoarsely. "Metis...lost a leg...n'took a shot to the stomach. M'still tallying up...system damage for myself."

[10/13/13 7:20:28 PM] Tart: "Bout four of em...one big guy, chick with a...f...flame thrower..." She coughed, pointing towards Forte, "He saved my ass..."

X sighed, getting down on one knee next to them. "You should have told us immediately when you were attacked." He said, brows furrowed sternly.

[10/13/13 7:23:03 PM] Tree: "S...sorry," Forte rasped, lowering his eyes slightly. "Got...got a little...preoccupied with staying alive. F-figured we could handle it at first...n'think my comm's shot from hitting my head on things..."

"What am I going to do with you guys," Axl murmured. "You and your habit of not asking for help, I swear to Asimov..."

[10/13/13 7:26:03 PM] Tart: "We could have taken 'em if I had been more careful." Metis said grimly, "Don't...don't yell at him..."S'my fault..."

"You'll both be punished nonetheless." X stated, "But first you need to recover. It's impressive to have taken them out on your own, but you disobeyed direct orders."

[10/13/13 7:30:12 PM] Tree: "Y...yeah..." Forte closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath. "You're right. I should'a...been th'one to call for help. M'supposed to be more experienced than that. Sorry..." He lifted his head a fraction, wincing a a stab of pain in his neck. "An' sorry...I got'cha into this, Metis..."

Axl sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose idly. "First things first, we need to get you both fixed up. We'll discuss anything further later; all I'll say for now is that I /warned/ you that you'd both answer to me and I wasn't kidding. Understood?"

[10/13/13 9:22:04 PM] Tart: "Understood..." Metis answered glumly. She really shouldn't have expected any praise for having done such a shitty job as a Hunter to be here.

[10/13/13 9:25:31 PM] Tree: "Understood," Forte said quietly. Axl drew another sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Regardless," the gunner added. "You two did do a good job eliminating these ones before they got hurt. And...I can't say I'm not proud that you understand that you fucked up." He paused for a moment. "Or that you protected each other. Wouldn't you say so, X?"

[10/14/13 4:26:51 AM] Tart: Metis blinked blankly at them, half of what they were saying having come through her aurals as white noise. Her eyes slowly slid shut tiredly, and only her chest rising and falling slightly really distinguished her being unconscious from being dead.

X nodded. "It's strange to be saying that to you two of all the recruits, as well. Maybe some considerations could be made..." He shifted his gaze to Metis, "Medical needs to get here soon..."

[10/14/13 9:10:41 AM] Tree: "That it is. Oy..." Axl frowned down at the two of them, his gaze darkening with concern when Metis appeared to lapse into unconsciousness. "They should be here any minute. Asimov, I need a hot shower..."

"'E-ey...Metis, don't do that on me." Forte made half an effort to sit up. "I didn't take this much effort to save your ass just for you t- ghk...!" He doubled over in a wince as another stab of pain hit him, accompanied by another rush of coolant from his stab wound.

"Sit still, Forte," Axl said, dropping into a crouch beside him. "For once in your life- ah, there's the medics; finally."

[10/14/13 2:41:46 PM] Tart: X placed a hand gently on Forte's shoulder as if to nudge him back down. "I imagine she'll wake up when we get her stabilized. You should rest and keep your strength up." He smiled reassuringly, turning his head to look back expectantly at the medics, his expression hardening immediately.

[10/14/13 3:04:05 PM] Tree: Forte seemed to soften faintly, lowering his eyes and nodding at X's smile. It was...a little weird, seeing a commander he knew could be harsh as fuck smile so warmly. Nice though. Oddly comforting.

The Wilybot remained fairly quiet during the transport back to HQ, alternating between glaring at the medics and passing worried glances at the downed brawler as they were both hooked up and stabilized. Axl waved the medics away from himself several times, insisting that he just needed a hot shower.

"Some day," the gunner sighed once they were in the medbay, looking over the two recruits. "She should wake up soon enough, I imagine."

[10/14/13 3:08:52 PM] Tart: It wasn't until they were in the medbay that Metis finally stirred, a soft groan coming from her. She shifted slightly, opening one eye groggily. "..." She looked around tiredly.

Medbay. Figured. Smelled like disinfectants and chemicals. She looked over. There was Forte. He didn't look dead. That was good. Axl was there too. Probably to punish them. She closed her eyes, sighing.

[10/14/13 3:11:07 PM] Tree: "Hey, kid," Axl said with a small smile. He cast a glance over to ensure that Forte was settled and /not/ lashing out at every medic that came near him before crossing the room to give Metis a pat on the head. "You holding up okay?"

[10/14/13 3:13:37 PM] Tart: Metis stuck her tongue out, squeezing her eyes shut again. "I feel like I lost a leg." She said, her tone a little dull but joking nonetheless.

[10/14/13 3:27:26 PM] Tree: "I wonder why," Axl said, sounding faintly amused. He slid over a chair, settling down near her bedside with a soft grunt and making sure he could keep an eye on his adoptive younger brother at the same time. "So would you two like to tell me and your commanding officer what happened?"

[10/14/13 3:31:29 PM] Tart: Metis looked over at X, who was practically glowering-- but not quite glowering in that strange way that he managed-- at them. She then looked back at Axl. "I'd rather not."

[10/14/13 3:37:01 PM] Tree: Axl glanced over at X as well, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Ah yes, he knew that look /all/ too well. "Mm. Let me rephrase that. /What happened/?"

[10/14/13 4:15:58 PM] Tart: "We were ambushed. It's...it's simple. We weren't paying attention." Metis shifted her gaze aside, brows furrowed and her features set in a scowl.

X crossed his arms, tapping his fingers on his upper arm. He tilted his head, as if watching to see how Axl would handle it.

[10/14/13 4:24:10 PM] Tree: Axl clicked his tongue quietly, leaning back and shaking his head. "Weren't paying attention, huh? That's not too fortunate during a mission where you've been specifically ordered out on observation. Why didn't either of you send me or X a comm when you were attacked? Not that I doubt your abilities in combat," he added when he saw Forte open his mouth as if to say 'we thought we could handle it', "but we generally do like to /know/ when our recruits are being attacked."

[10/14/13 4:52:42 PM] Tart: "Sorry. We messed up." Metis said, brow twitching. "Isn't that the point? We messed up now all /this/ happened. What use is all the questionin' now..." She continued not to meet anyone's gaze, her expression a scowl, but maybe a little more thoughtful. Maybe a little guilty.

[10/14/13 4:56:44 PM] Tree: Axl raised an eyebrow, the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips once again at the slight change in Metis's expression. "I'm partially asking to get you to think things over because, as much as I hate to admit it, thinking never hurts. I also do like to know details when someone I'm training gets into a fight, for another; maybe I'm just a curious guy. And something sure did a number on you guys." He paused, crossing his arms over his chest loosely. "And you didn't answer my question as to why you didn't send us a comm."

[10/14/13 4:59:15 PM] Tart: "We were a little preoccupied, okay!!" She finally snapped, but seemed to sink downwards only moments after she raised her voice, "..."

[10/14/13 5:05:58 PM] Tree: Axl hardly flinched at her snap, having gotten quite used to /that/ from Forte's end just in general. "We got careless," Forte finally piped up, having been listening in half-conscious silence for some time. "Figured we could handle it on our own, didn't think there was a need for help. By the time we did need it, we were both too focused on stayin' alive t'stop and send a comm."

The gunner nodded slowly, shifting to fold his hands behind his head. "What happened to your leg, Metis?"

[10/14/13 5:07:49 PM] Tart: "Some asshole with a fancy warhammer happened." Metis answered sourly. "He was big. N'strong."

[10/14/13 5:10:53 PM] Tree: "Hellspawn of Thor and the Incredible Hulk," Forte grunted out, earning an amused snort from Axl. "Metis took the first guy down before she took a stab to the leg and one to the stomach."

"Mm, I see," Axl murmured, turning his gaze toward Metis as if asking for confirmation.

[10/14/13 5:12:33 PM] Tart: She nodded, brow twitching again. "It shouldn't have happened. I should have reacted faster. I-It's my fault."

[10/14/13 5:14:27 PM] Tree: Axl seemed to soften faintly at that, reaching over to give Metis another pat on the head. "You're not the first person to be injured out in the field, you know. Asimov knows I get knocked around like hell to this day; just ask X. He'll tell you some fun stories."

"'Sides," Forte put in. "S'our job to protect each other."

[10/14/13 5:19:31 PM] Tart: Metis crossed her arms, looking down as if attempting to burn a hole in the ground throught which to escape. "I...I hate being protected. I-I should have done better. He shouldn't have needed to get hurt trying to protect me."

[10/14/13 5:22:43 PM] Tree: "I know the feeling," Forte said with a raspy, weak laugh. "Feeling useless sucks fuckin' ass."

So that was part of why she was so upset, was it... "Ah, Metis...being protected doesn't make you weak, y'know,” Axl said. “We're supposed to be a team after all. C'mon, kid, stop trying to glare the floor to death and look at me for a minute."

[10/14/13 5:29:31 PM] Tart: Her lip quivered. "It does make me weak. I-I promised myself a long time ago that I'd be the only person I ever needed." She shifted her gaze up to Axl finally, red eyes practically burning with anger, though it was clearly directed at herself rather than Axl. "And I wasn't. I finally /wasn't/ and it almost got him killed."

She gripped the side of the medbay bed she was on, her grip easily enough to begin to bend the metal of it, leaving imprints of her fingers.

[10/14/13 5:40:13 PM] Tree: "Metis..." Axl got to his feet with a quiet sigh, taking a few paces closer to her and hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of her bed. "No one can get by in life relying only on themselves. I think Forte can tell you that much."

The Wilybot gave a tired grunt of agreement from his side of the room.

"Forte made his own choice to protect you," the gunner went on. "We're not mercenaries or hired guns, Metis. Hunters fight together- and we're stronger for it in the end." He met her gaze steadily, his green eyes calm and soft despite the seriousness of his words. "I want you to learn from this experience, okay? We only grow by making mistakes."

[10/14/13 6:00:29 PM] Tart: Metis sniffled, gritting her teeth and trembling faintly. She covered her mouth and nose with her forearm, blinking quickly as if trying to hold back tears. "T-This is stupid, I-I was stupid...! I-I'm sorry!"

[10/14/13 6:05:16 PM] Tree: Axl settled a gentle if wary arm over her shoulders, fully prepared to give her some space if she swatted at him. "It's okay, kid," he said softly. "This is how you learn, right? It doesn't matter how many times you get knocked down as long as you keep getting back up."

Forte lifted his head slightly, wincing and attempting to prop himself up on his elbow as he watched in worried silence.

[10/14/13 6:08:05 PM] Tart: Metis shrunk underneath Axl's arm, but didn't seem to pull away. She reached up, tugging her hairbands roughly out so that she could start braiding her hair, something she seemed to do when she was particularly distressed. "Don't call me kid." She muttered.

[10/14/13 6:11:31 PM] Tree: "You are very much still a kid, Metis," Axl chuckled, giving her a light pat on the arm. "Compared to me you are, anyway."

[10/14/13 6:13:06 PM] Tart: She grabbed his hand roughly, her hair still twined in her other hand's fingers. She promptly squeezed hard, probably hard enough to start to break his hand. "I'm not a kid."

[10/14/13 6:15:18 PM] Tree: "Wh- hey /ow/!" Axl yelped, giving his hand a yank to try to pull away and rather promptly swatting her upside the head. "Cut that out!"

[10/14/13 6:20:01 PM] Tart: She glared at him half-heartedly, letting his hand out of her grip and sniffling. "Don't call me a kid." She barely flinched at the swat, not even moving her head when his hand hit. She held his gaze for a moment before going back to braiding her hair.

[10/14/13 6:21:40 PM] Tree: "That's no excuse to try to break your superior officer's /hand/, Metis." Axl's gaze had hardened a fraction as he slid down from the bed, settling back down in his chair nearby and shaking his hand out with a soft hiss. "Regardless. I do have one more question for you."

[10/14/13 6:22:56 PM] Tart: "Sorry." She mumbled, looking up at him expectantly when he said he has another question.

[10/14/13 6:23:51 PM] Tree: "Are you going to give up?" Axl said, flexing his fingers and determining that nothing was broken. "Or are you going to act like a Hunter, learn from your experience, and do better next time?"

[10/14/13 6:27:55 PM] Tart: She shook her head slowly. "No sir. I don't plan on giving up." She said, "J...Just give me some time...I-I can't...right now..."

[10/14/13 6:41:05 PM] Tree: "That's what I like to hear," Axl murmured, casting her a reassuring smile as he stood up. "Go ahead and get some rest and take some time to sort things out. I'm going to go grab a hot shower; I'll be in my room in a bit if you need anything. Do you have anything to add, X...?"

[10/14/13 6:47:44 PM] Tart: X shook his head, features set in a thoughtful frown. "No, you did well, Axl." He turned to leave with the gunner, resting a hand on his shoulder and murmuring a soft 'good job' in his ear.

[10/14/13 6:52:47 PM] Tree: Axl allowed himself to perk up just slightly at the praise, casting one last glance over his shoulder. "Both of you get some rest," he said. "And Forte..."

The Wilybot cracked one eye open tiredly.

"Regardless of your lack of following orders, I'm proud of you for protecting her. You put up a good fight, kid."

Forte muttered a soft 'thanks', allowing his eye to drift shut again. Once they were out of the medbay, Axl allowed his shoulders to droop and drew a long sigh, placing a light kiss on X's cheek. "This is /hard/."

[10/14/13 6:57:15 PM] Tart: Metis rested back on the bed, rolling onto her side so that her back faced Forte. She stared at the wall miserably, expression tired.

Axl hadn't understood. Of course he hadn't, how could he have? She didn't exactly make it easy. She curled up into a ball, though it was a little lopsided with her lack of leg.

X nuzzled Axl gently, smiling. "I know, Axl. It...It doesn't get much easier. It just gets more normal."

[10/14/13 7:00:22 PM] Tree: Forte lay in silence for a while, drifting in and out of consciousness as he slowly recovered from some of the coolant loss and allowed some painkillers to start kicking in. "'Ey," he called after some time. "Y'still alive over there?"

"Guess practice makes perfect," Axl sighed. "I still need a goddamn hot shower. Up for joining me? You look pretty tired yourself."

[10/14/13 7:04:01 PM] Tart: "Yeah." Metis answered simply.

X smiled, resting a hand on Axl's back. "That sounds nice."

[10/14/13 7:06:50 PM] Tree: "Mph." Forte grunted, making half an effort to lift his head. "Now what?"

"Heh..." Axl gave the Lightbot another kiss on the cheek, taking his hand and twining their fingers together to give him a tug toward the showers. "I'll even wash your hair for you, hm~?"

[10/14/13 7:09:16 PM] Tart: "I don't know." She said quietly, lowering her head a bit more.

X chuckled, humming softly in approval. "I'd like that~." He gave Axl's hand a squeeze, following behind him.

[10/14/13 7:11:57 PM] Tree: "Me either," Forte sighed. "Wasn't exactly what I was hopin' for when I hoped for somethin' to quell the boredom."

[10/14/13 7:12:24 PM] Tart: "Yeah." She laughed humourlessly, "Sorry I didn't help you much."

[10/14/13 7:13:18 PM] Tree: "Eh, s'hard to help when y'can't stand up and you're bleedin' your guts out." Forte shrugged faintly, wincing at the twinge it sent through his neck. "Don' worry 'bout it. 'Sides, ya cheered me on, right?"

[10/14/13 7:18:19 PM] Tart: "Y...Yeah...you still got the hell beaten out of ya, though." She trembled faintly, "Th...This sucks..."

[10/14/13 7:21:21 PM] Tree: "Yer tellin' me it sucks," Forte sighed. "Egh...I'll live. If Axl doesn't kill me, anyway." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Thanks."

[10/14/13 7:30:08 PM] Tart: "For /what/? I was just yer temporary cheerleader..." She said gloomily, still working on braiding her hair.

[10/14/13 7:32:39 PM] Tree: "Helped keep me goin' more than ya'd think." Forte shook his head faintly, rolling onto his side with a grunt. "I know where you're comin' from, y'know."

[10/14/13 7:34:24 PM] Tart: "Where I'm coming from?" She echoed, sounding partially in disbelief, though too tired for the full effect to be there.

[10/14/13 7:35:00 PM] Tree: "'Bout not wanting to let people help you. Feelin' useless for havin' to ask for help. I get it, Metis."

[10/14/13 7:36:45 PM] Tart: "Are you going to give me a lecture like Axl too?"

[10/14/13 7:38:56 PM] Tree: "Nah. M'not too good at that kinda shit." Forte paused a moment, as if debating over something. "Y'don't make a lotta friends as a bad guy, y'know. For a long time, it was just me'n Gospel. Thought I never needed anything else."

[10/14/13 7:39:49 PM] Tart: She stayed mostly silent, shifting slightly as if listening. She tossed a glance back at him. "..."

[10/14/13 7:41:20 PM] Tree: "Just sayin'," Forte said. "I know where you're comin' from. Changing that mindset isn't easy. Wasn't 'til X and Zero and Axl beat some sense into me that I started to get it. An' hey. Y'kept fighting back, didn't ya?"

[10/14/13 7:45:09 PM] Tart: "Yeah. I guess." She shifted again. "It's just hard to convince myself that anyone's worth the effort anymore. I mean, what's the point of trying if you're not enjoying yourself or anything?"

[10/14/13 7:48:22 PM] Tree: "Dunno," Forte said quietly, letting his eyes drift shut. "But no one said ya can't enjoy the thrill of a good fight, Hunter or not. Just ask Axl about that one." He paused again, cracking one eye open for a moment. "D'ya consider someone like me worth the effort?"

[10/14/13 7:58:24 PM] Tart: "Yeah, I guess so. I mean...I tried...didn't I...?" Metis was almost talking to herself, "Yeah. I think you are."

[10/14/13 8:01:21 PM] Tree: "You /think/, huh?" Forte managed a weak laugh, more a cackle than a warm chuckle, but genuine regardless. "Then I guess I can call ya 'little sister' and get away with it."

[10/14/13 8:02:48 PM] Tart: "Nobody ever said that." She said, almost lightly.

[10/14/13 8:03:09 PM] Tree: "I did. Therefore it's true." Forte grinned smugly.

[10/14/13 8:03:37 PM] Tart: "You suck." She said, pouting.

[10/14/13 8:03:57 PM] Tree: "Ah shaddup, it's a sign of affection on my part."

[10/14/13 8:04:37 PM] Tart: She fell silent, huffing softly. "Go to sleep, big brother." She put emphasis on the last two words, a bit mockingly.

[10/14/13 8:05:38 PM] Tree: "Fine, fine." Forte gave a quiet snort, settling down a little more comfortably and closing his eyes. "Quit sulking and do the same, /little sister/. An' by the way, you owe me dessert. We made a deal."

[10/14/13 8:07:31 PM] Tart: "Yeah...soon as I can walk again, I'll getcha something chocolate..." She smiled, though it felt foreign. It wasn't the usual toothy grin, but just a smile. She closed her eyes, not bothering to finish braiding her hair before slipping into hibernation again.

[10/14/13 8:09:12 PM] Tree: "Now yer talkin'." Forte didn't say anything else, allowing his thoughts to wander a bit as he began to drift off. He'd.../protected/ someone. And impending punishment for not following orders aside, it felt...it felt /good/ to protect someone like that.

A small smile of his own twitched at his lips as he slowly settled into sleep.

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Exam Day- Part 3

Almost there almost done they were almost /done/ and then they'd be Hunters all three of them they were so close to being done-

Calm, Forte.

The Wilybot was making a visible effort not to all but vibrate with excitement, ending up shuffling in place instead as he and Metis waited on the sim room floor for their mentors to start up their last sim. "Hopefully I don't hafta solve any riddles in this one," he muttered. "Ya holdin' up or what, sis?"

"Well, I'm about tired of fuckin' sims..." Metis said, fiddling with her gauntlets, "I'm ready to move on to the real thing."

"Same," Forte said, the wolfbot at his side giving a yip of agreement. He looked up at the observation deck expectantly, wondering when X and Zero were going to start already. "Come on, don't keep us waitin'..."

Metis crossed her arms, shifting her weight onto one hip and giving a long yawn, "I wanna go nap and eat after this. Not necessarily in that order."

"I could go for eating," Forte said, shifting his weight on his toes to keep himself loosened up while Gospel padded over to nuzzle Metis's elbow. "Too jazzed up to nap. I wonder when they're gonna fuckin' start already."

"I dunno, maybe this is the test itself. We just stand here in suspense till we go nuts."

"The objective for this mission," X suddenly said over intercom, "Is to destroy the target with teamwork. The emphasis is on the teamwork part. Use your brains, I know you can even if you don't like to."

"Hey, fuck you,” Metis called up.

"That was an example of not using your brain. Don't do that. Starting simulation in three, two..."

Forte rolled his eyes, giving Metis a light nudge but grinning all the same. Some things really never would change . . .

As X finished his count, the environment around them wavered, walls becoming smooth and slick and charged with barely-visible electricity. The room remained barren save for their intended target.

Said intended target was a very large spider Mechaniloid, at least four or five stories tall at a glance and about half a football field in length. Several hatches on its back were already beginning to spew out smaller spiders with vicious pincers, and the Mechaniloid itself sported clawed toes and spiked legs in addition to a dangerous-looking pair of mandibles. Its eight red ‘eyes’ immediately turned to focus on the two recruits, jaws giving an audible snap.

“Oh, this oughta be fun,” Forte said, already arming his plasma cannon and starting to take stock of how fast the thing was pouring out hatchlings. “Don’t suppose ya can suplex this one, can ya?”

Metis blinked up at the hulking mechaniloid. "Gonna have to say that's a no. Start pickin' off the little dudes with your cannon, I'm gonna do a quick run around to see if he's got any weak spots on his legs or underbelly. That could make life a lot easier on us..."

"X'n Zee? Make life easy on us? Perish the thought." Forte gave a short laugh, a grin already splitting his features as he darted forward and started taking shots at the hatchlings, gauging and adjusting his power output as necessary. The little ones weren't terribly heavily armored, but not exactly glass either. "Better keep up, little sis~!"

Hey, no one ever said he couldn't enjoy the sim.

Metis broke into a sprint, dodging about the smaller spiders easily and moving underneath the spider, looking up. No weak spots, visible, hell, it was well armored even. She chewed her bottom lip, looking at the spider's joints as well. They were fairly well armored too...

That left only one spot for the weak spot to be, the top of the spider. And there was no way she could easily look up there. "Forte, there's no weak spots reachable from ground level, there's got to be something on the top!" She shouted, making her way back towards him, this time making an effort to stomp on all the smaller spiders she could.

"Figures!" Forte called back, looking at the walls and scowling slightly. "Make sure nothin' jumps at my ass for a minute, I'll scout overhead!"

He whistled, combining his systems and Gospel's in a short few seconds and making a quick dart upward to examine the spider's top side. "Good news!" he shouted down. "Found a bigass shiny crystal!" He fired a single shot, the plasma bouncing off easily and prompting him to grunt and swoop down to land beside her. "Bad news, I can't break it! We gotta get you up there somehow, use the titanium skeleton yer built with."

Metis looked at him, then up at the spider, then back at him. "That's pretty high. There's gotta be something else we can do..." She continued stomping on all the smaller spiderbots she could.

"I could prolly hit that thing with the biggest firearms I got and it wouldn't so much as crack," Forte said, shifting to stand near Metis's side and snipe down what he could. "Looks thick as hell." He turned his head slightly. "Don't tell me yer scared'a heights."

"I'm not scared of heights...I just...uhhhh...have an aversion to them."

"Well, ya got any better ideas then? Heads up!"

The mechaniloid had turned its focus on them, a charge of energy gathering between its mandibles and firing at the recruits as a spiderweb charged with electrical energy.

Metis ground her teeth nervously, quickly diving out of the way of the web, "No, I don't have any better ideas...."

"Then just...fuckin' hell!" Forte jumped aside of another web, tucking himself into a roll and skidding to a stop beside her, holding a hand out. "Just trust me, a'ite? I'm one'a the best aerial units I know; I'll getcha there in one piece."

Metis looked at him. "I can't..." She looked up at the towering height of the spider, brows furrowed.

Forte swore in German under his breath, taking out his frustration by giving one of the spiders near his foot a hard punt across the room. "Okay then, whaddaya think the odds are that we can break enough of that thing's legs to get it down here 'stead of puttin' you up there."

"Not much, unless they happened to leave us a bunch of heavy artillery in here..." Metis frowned, taking out any spiderlings that were stupid enough to get near her.

“I wish. Make this a hell of a lot more fun.” Forte frowned slightly, eyes narrowed with thought. It wasn’t like Metis to look at something like that and use the word can’t. Actually it wasn’t like Metis to claim ‘can’t’ on very many things in general.

Fuck.

“To hell with it,” he decided aloud. “Let’s get the damn thing to stop movin’ first ‘fore we get stepped on. Or electrocuted. How deep a pothole ya think ya can make t’get its legs stuck in?”

"I've got a better idea. Normal spiders 'feel' with their front legs, right? So if I take those out, it'll be unbalanced and it'll be semi-blind since it can't touch around and do stuff. Just gotta find its' armor seams, then hopefully..." She maneuvered her way through spiderlings over to the mechaniloid's right frontmost leg, doing a quick circle of it. She furrowed her brows, raising her gauntlets and striking them together twice, the crystals on them igniting into a burst of flame, which then spread to sustain itself across her knuckles. She took to punching and tearing at the spider's leg armor.

"I studied this for the exam, all mechaniloids have a big ole' main 'nerve' wire thats like a spine for an individual limb. If I can get through and get that one, then this leg's no use..." She panted, "Armor's damn thick though."

Forte felt a spark of something between 'why didn't I think of that' jealousy and 'my sister is cool' pride, seeming to consider that for a long moment before cracking a grin. "I like it. I'll see if I can take out its laser web whatever cannon in the meantime so it can't pull anythin' stupid."

The mechaniloid screeched in confusion as Metis got to work, fumbling around blindly with its other front leg and turning its head to fix her with furious red optics. Less than a second after it opened its jaws to fire at her, however, its mouth was met by a blast of hot plasma, eliciting another mechanical screech in response. "Gotcha covered!" Forte called down. "Now how we gonna break the actual generator..."

It didn't take long for the brawler to manage tearing through its' armor, though finding the exact correct cord was another matter. She narrowed her eyes, waving her hands a couple times to extinguish her gauntlets' fire. She struck them together three times, generating electricity instead. Then, she promptly stuck her hands into the mechaniloid's exposed wires and starting grabbing and tearing whatever she could find.

The mechaniloid hissed and shrieked in protest at the damage to its leg, beginning to wobble and shift it's weight sideways as that leg lost function. "Hey, I got an idea," Forte said over comm. "It's kind of a stupid one but just trust me and uh don't tell Dynamo. Take out it's other leg to keep it still for me."

He took a deep breath, gathering himself a bit and then beginning to fly upwards, quickly gaining height and checking his distance every few moments.

"I won't tell 'im, but he'll definitely find out!" She said, kicking aside a few spiderlings and giving the mechaniloid's leg a kick for good measure. She dashed across the room, aiming for its' other leg, "If we can get it down and not moving, then I'll get the generator. Unless you got an idea that'll get us a better grade."

"Gettin' it low enough to get you on its back is gonna take too long," Forte pointed out, still climbing steadily and calculating and recalculating his altitude. "Lookit its weight distribution though; y'take out both front legs and it's so front-heavy it'll have a hell of a time movin'. But, well...y'slam 150 pounds of Reploid plus armor into the thing at terminal velocity and it oughta break. Right?"

"Uh, I don't know that's a good idea. You could like, snap your neck or something. There's got to be some way to overlock your buster or somethin'. Maybe the thing's got an elemental weakness?" She shouted, tearing at the mechaniloid's armor, putting one foot against it to put more force into tearing it free.

"Thing hasn't seemed to respond horribly negatively to fire or electricity so far based on yer gauntlets," Forte pointed out. Raining down some Chill Spikes to make his target more brittle, however, he decided was a very good idea. "'Fraid I can't discharge enough plasma without losin' an arm. Just, uh..." Maybe this wasn't a good idea... "Lemme know when both front legs are close to disabled."

"...I've got an idea! Just a sec..." She stepped back from its wounded leg, sizing it up before going back in and tearing a huge chunk of its armor out, making sure one end of it was as sharp as she could get it. "Try to stab the generator, come get this metal shard-- it's heavy n' should do the job as well as any sword!"

"I- damn." Forte blinked, seeming to process that for a long moment before nodding and quickly darting his way back downwards. "That is a good idea, it'll do more damage than a blunt force Reploid. Go ahead an' toss it up; I can catch it from here. I'll drive it downwards with as much speed'n force as I can and get out 'fore it hits."

She nodded, looking up to make sure she'd toss it straight up to him and bracing her knees, throwing it up with as much force as she could to make sure Forte would be able to fly straight over to the generator instead of having to go up much further. "Don't miss!"

"Don't plan on it!" Forte snatched the makeshift sword in midair, throwing an extra shot of cold at the generator casing on his way back up. At least he wouldn't have to hit at terminal velocity...about half the height he had originally planned would do, based on the weight. "Generator's frozen over brittle; tell me when it's safe to drop! It'd suck ass if this thing decided to sidestep on me!"

Metis nodded, running back over to the mechaniloid's leg and deciding about a foot away from it that she could probably just snap its artificial bone more easily than she could find the cord, and promptly leapt into the air, using her momentum to slam both her feet into its weakened leg. It gave a loud groan, and then a resounding snap. "Do it, now!"

"Recommend not standin' underneath it!" Forte called down as he shifted his weight and angled his thrusters to send himself down /hard/, the pointed tip of the metal facing the generator.

When he was about three feet from his target, he gave the metal a fling downwards as hard as he could, feeling a hard jolt as he reversed his trajectory so that he /wouldn't/ end up as a splat on the mechaniloid's back. Said mechaniloid screeched and shuddered as the metal pierced its brittle generator, its remaining legs giving out beneath it. "Metis?" Forte called down, panting softly from the hard jerk to his systems. "Y'alright down there or what?"

Metis had gotten a little caught up in some of its loose wiring, but appeared none the worse for wear. "Yeah, uh, help me outta this shit though."

"I gotcha," Forte said, shaking himself off a bit and dropping down to ground level, grabbing the dagger off of his hip. "Better tangled than squashed," he added, staring to cut through the offending wires. "Did...does that mean we won or what?"

"I think it does." Once cut from the chunkiest wires, she raised her arms and snapped the rest of them easily, rolling her shoulders. "I mean, uh, unless we were supposed to beat it in a really specific way."

"True 'nuf. We didn't die. Or get exploded." Forte clipped his dagger back into its place, silently ordering Gospel to disengage and take a rest. "'Ey, so did we win or not?" he called up to their mentors, a grin twitching at his lips.

The large spider mechaniloid along with all its' spiderlings wavered and disappeared as the simulation was shut down, leaving the recruits in the familiar sim room. X opened the door quickly, practically scurrying in and grinning from ear to ear. Zero was just behind X- his hands crossed over his chest with a grin on his face. That went... Much better than he thought it would. Not that he was complaining.

Okay they were both smiling. That was probably a really really good sign if both of their mentors were actually smiling like that. For his part, Forte tried not to look like he wanted to explode with nervous excitement, but Gospel was kind of wagging his tail so hard his back half was wriggling so that was a little shot down. Instead, he simply flashed Metis a grin and a nudge before looking up at X and Zero expectantly.

X took a deep breath, trying to wipe the grin off his face and look less like a dorky dad and more like a commander. "Very good job. You succeeded in the true objective of this simulation-- to cover each other's weaknesses. Rather than forcing Metis to great heights or sacrificing your own wellbeing, you were able to work together using both your strengths-- respectively pure power and flight ability-- to fell the mechaniloid." He gave in and smiled again, "Ranks won't be given right now, of course, but..."

Metis grinned in return, giving Forte a nudge with her elbow, "Ya hear that, not divebombing the mechaniloid was a good idea. Go me."

Zero walked slowly up to X, standing shoulder to shoulder with him and grinning both at Forte and Metis. "You both did well." He cleared his throat, lifting a hand to his mouth and when it came down his grin had lessened. "Like X said, ranks wont be given now- we need time to think and discuss."

"Ah, shaddup," Forte muttered, still grinning like a total idiot regardless. "I was tryin'a use my head. Literally."

He folded his hands behind his back, ignoring Gospel's half-rumble half-yip of excitement. "Th...thank you," he said, managing to sound at least sort of calm and mature. "Both of you. N'you too, sis," he added, giving her another playful shove. "So, uh...what're we supposed t'do 'til then? Just...hang around or somethin'?"

"The ranks for all current recruits should be announced tomorrow, so for tonight you're free to leave HQ and do as you wish."

"Good, 'cuz I'm starving..." Metis added.

"Get food. Rest. You'll both most likely feel exhausted in an hour or two after the adrenaline wears off." Zero lifted a hand, waving towards the door. "Just don't eat the entire kitchen."

"No promises," Forte said with a laugh. "I could go for a snack myself anyway. N'I got a ping from Lucia sayin' to meet her at the arcade if we got time." He flashed Metis a grin. "Food and Street Fighter, in that order?"

"Yes, definitely. Of course, I plan on eatin' myself sick, sooo...I dunno know if even I'll be up for Street Fighter..."

"Don't literally eat yerself sick, dumbass. Then you'll hafta eat all over again." Forte rolled his eyes, unable to help a little competitive thrill. "Race ya there~!" he said, not so much as waiting for her acknowledgement before breaking into a run, Gospel close at his heels and Metis not far behind.

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cobra-helmed-wilybot · 12 years ago

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Forte and Metis are idiots

((A bad idea that started in Skype, continued over text, and went on in Skype the next morning.

Forte and Metis aren't the brightest two recruits in HQ.))

[11/15/13 2:53:18 PM] Tree: http://www.tumblr.com/reblog/67092906668/ZVQOFcqk?redirect_to=%2Fdashboard%2F3%2F67093110044 how to befriend metias

[11/15/13 2:53:21 PM] Tree: *metis

[11/15/13 2:54:18 PM] Tart: yeah

[11/15/13 2:54:42 PM] Tree: forte just kinda

[11/15/13 2:54:43 PM] Tree: heh

[11/15/13 2:54:52 PM] Tree: well it was kind of a 'heh' the rest was just WHEEZE

[11/15/13 2:54:57 PM] Tart: omfg

[11/15/13 2:55:00 PM] Tart: i think they sparred pretty hard

[11/15/13 2:55:09 PM] Tree: yeah they mustve forte's not even moving

[11/15/13 2:55:17 PM] Tree: he's just lying there grinning at the ceiling and wheezing

[11/15/13 2:57:03 PM] Tart: omg

[11/15/13 2:57:13 PM] Tart: im laughing because metis is bruised up but not breathing heavy or anything

[11/15/13 2:57:16 PM] Tart: i think forte is getting old

[11/15/13 2:57:16 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/15/13 2:57:26 PM] Tree: "I.../am/...old."

[11/15/13 2:58:10 PM] Tart: She patted him on the head. "You don't look it, though~."

[11/15/13 2:58:34 PM] Tree: "Hheh...yup...forever young...in spirit...or somethin' like that..."

[11/15/13 2:58:39 PM] Tree: forte you look so /happy/

[11/15/13 2:58:46 PM] Tree: you cant even mOVE.

[11/15/13 3:00:04 PM] Tart: Metis snickered, lying back down next to him.

[11/15/13 3:00:29 PM] Tree: "Don't...laugh at me...like that." Forte swatted at her halfheartedly.

[11/15/13 3:00:38 PM] Tree: fulfilled programming much kid?

[11/15/13 3:00:42 PM] Tree: "Mhm..."

[11/15/13 3:01:00 PM] Tart: "M'not laughin' at you, I'm just....laughing, I guess."

[11/15/13 3:01:31 PM] Tree: "Engh." Forte rolled onto his stomach. "Why, 'cause y'got to kick an old man's ass?"

[11/15/13 3:02:15 PM] Tart: "Nah, I just like fighting. But, it's fun with you. Y'seem to like it as much as I do."

[11/15/13 3:03:26 PM] Tree: "Sure do. S'kinda in my programming an' shit. Feels good."

[11/15/13 3:04:23 PM] Tart: "I'm not programmed for it. I'm just crazy." She grinned cheerily, scooting closer to him.

[11/15/13 3:04:31 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/15/13 3:04:49 PM] Tree: "Heh. Ain't nothin' wrong with a little crazy. Life's no fun otherwise."

[11/15/13 3:11:27 PM] Tree: ...omfg forte no bad

[11/15/13 3:11:29 PM] Tree: now he's just

[11/15/13 3:11:40 PM] Tree: i wonder how high rank a sim we can do without getting in trouble with axl

[11/15/13 3:11:41 PM] Tree: or x

[11/15/13 3:11:42 PM] Tree: or anyone

[11/15/13 3:11:44 PM] Tart: omfg

[11/15/13 3:11:50 PM] Tart: she just 'i dunno~'

[11/15/13 3:11:57 PM] Tree: metis dont enCOURAGE HIM.

[11/15/13 3:12:21 PM] Tree: "Ehhh, Axl's told me very specifically that GA's are off-limits..."

[11/15/13 3:12:31 PM] Tree: "...He never said anything about SA's..."

[11/15/13 3:14:07 PM] Tart: "Think we could do it t'gether?"

[11/15/13 3:14:43 PM] Tree: "Hmm...dunno, how much confidence do ya have in us working as a team?"

[11/15/13 3:15:28 PM] Tart: "I think we could do it..."

[11/15/13 3:16:01 PM] Tree: Forte cracked a grin. "Let's find out, shall we, little sister~?"

[11/15/13 3:16:05 PM] Tree: forte nO.

[11/15/13 3:18:03 PM] Tart: She grinned in return, "I think we shall~."

[11/15/13 3:18:27 PM] Tree: this is gonna end badly isnt it

[11/15/13 3:19:40 PM] Tart: probably

[11/15/13 3:19:44 PM] Tart: metis is bringing her gunblade

[11/15/13 3:19:50 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/15/13 3:19:57 PM] Tree: did she fix the uh exploding business

[11/15/13 3:20:39 PM] Tart: yeah

[11/15/13 3:20:46 PM] Tree: oh thats good

[11/15/13 3:21:08 PM] Tree: axls not even here he's been training with zee all day

[11/15/13 3:21:13 PM] Tree: uh good luck you two

[11/15/13 3:21:18 PM] Tart: GOOD Luck

[11/15/13 3:21:25 PM] Tart: metis just 'maybe we should jack some weapons and stuff'

[11/15/13 3:21:28 PM] Tree: oh my god

[11/15/13 3:21:38 PM] Tree: forte just i have an axe and a variable weapons systems

[11/15/13 3:21:42 PM] Tree: what else do i need

[11/15/13 3:22:48 PM] Tart: metis just 'im gonna take a lot of swords'

[11/15/13 3:22:51 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/15/13 3:22:59 PM] Tree: forte just metis we're probably gonna get in trouble as it is

[11/15/13 3:23:04 PM] Tree: pls dont make it worse axls gonna kill us

[11/15/13 3:23:12 PM] Tart: she just IM TAKING SWORDS

[11/15/13 3:23:26 PM] Tree: forte just WELL IF YOU GET IN TROUBLE FOR IT DONT BLAME ME.

((So later . . .

-note that the following conversation took place via text message, please excuse the somewhat shoddy formatting))

Tree: Skrah’s not happy rn ahaaaa . . .

Tart: Why not omg

Tree: bc him (and Del if she’s around) are the only ones around to go ‘rescue’ forte and metis. And he was bathing so he’s just GRUMBLES

Tart: Delta’s already on it she says don’t get up

Tree: He just sighs nah I’ll come with rubs towel on hair ‘stupid kids’

Tart: Idk I think metis got impaled and stuck to a wall or something bc im just getting ‘this sucks I cant move ow’

Tree: oh my gOD no wonder forte’s cursing so much. He’s kinda stumbling dizzily but he’s up.

Skrah just gfdi dumb kIDS

Tart: metis is just BRO PULL THIS THING OUT OF ME PLS SO I CAN GJHK HELP

Tree: forte just I WOULD IF I WASN’T BUSY NOT DYING AND IF I COULD SEE STRAIGHT WHICH I CANT STUMBLES

Tart: ok she just forced herself off the impalement to go help. Her care for the forte runs deep.

Anddd she just got shot BUT SHE’S BACK UP

Tree: holy shit metis dANG GIRL <33 THATS ADORBS TOO. Skrahs just what the fuck are these two doing

Tart: delta is just watching them now omg. Metis got shot a bunch w/ weaker shots so she’s kinda burnt but she’s trying to tug him away from attackers since he can’t see

Tree: omfg dEL YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING. Forte’s just GRUNTS FIRES BLINDLY IN DIRECTION OF NOISES

Tart: I think forte just accidentally shot metis she just AGH LOSES GRIP OF HIM

Tree: oh my god.

“S-Sorry, I can’t see straight . . .!”

Uh Skrah del think u should help

Tart: “I-it’s fine, let’s just finish this..!”

Tree: “Forte, Metis . . .”

Fortes just FINISH HOW I CANT SEE THE ROOM IS SPINNING EVERYTHING IS BLUR

Tart: omg thats adorable metis just huffs tugs forte close hides his eyes against her chest

‘you’re gonna make yourself sicker trying to look around’

Tree: a-aaawwwWWWWWW

Forte just growls hides face ‘just move my arm and aim for me tell me when to fire’

Tart: omg thats so cute shes actually doing it

“W-we can finish it, just stay close to me!”

Tree: omfg baBIES

“Right, we got this, jus’ say when to fire!”

Skrahs just

Raises eyebrows theyre stupid kids but nice teamwork

Tart: Metis shifted so that Forte was half-standing on her feet, maneuvering them backwards and raising his cannon towards them. “Fire, uh, a lot!”

Tree: “That I can do,” Forte growled, a violet aura gathering around him as he fired several large shots in quick succession.

Tart: “I think this may be the last enemy, it’s . . . a really big Mechaniloid. I-if I can just find the generator . . .” She shifted his arm about, trying to aim.

Tree: “Just . . . Get me in the general area! I trust ya, sis- we got this!”

Tart: “Okay, fire!” She continued moving them backwards, her free hand keeping Forte supported and pressed against her.

Tree: Forte let out an audible snarl, firing as big a shot as his buster could charge without overheating. “Tell me that hit!”

Tart: “Got it!” She looked up as the Mechaniloid approached, “D...damn it!”

Omfg metis is gonna drop down on all fours above him and keep the mech from stomping him

Tree: omfg

“What, is it not dead!?” Forte turned and blinked rapidly to clear his vision. “Fuck!”

“Think we should step in, Del?” Skrah sighed.

Tart: Delta shook her head, eyes narrowing. Metis shoved Forte aside roughly, just in time for the Mechaniloid to practically drop itself onto her. She held it up nonetheless, gritting her teeth and growling as she struggled beneath the weight. She clenched her fists around the outer metal of it, pushing herself up off her knees to stand with her knees bent. “Just watch for a damned opening!”

Tree: “Oof!” Forte rolled aside with a grunt, shaking his head violently and pushing himself to his knees. He squinted, drawing on the evil energy in his core as he readied another shot. “Just get the generator exposed and then get out!”

Tart: “I’m trying!” She gritted her teeth, starting to pry apart the metal with her hands, “I can see it..!”

Tree: “You’re in better shape than me! Leave me a marker!” Forte shook off a wave of dizziness, forcing his optics into focus. “Sooner rather’n later!”

Tart: She brought one fist back, slamming it into the metal she’d pried apart to open it up further. A scream tore its way from her throat as electricity surged around her arm, but she continued to force it out further until Forte could easily see the glowing red generator. “Now!!”

Tree: “Dammit . . .!” Forte flinched when he heard her scream, his aim wavering slightly. “I . . . Metis you’re too close, I can’t . . . !”

He doesnt wanna hit her too omfg

Tart: “It’s fine, just take the shot!!” She hissed, keeping the mechaniloid’s weak spot aimed towards Forte, her own self being right next to it as she kept it in that position and the metal pried open.

Tree: “I...i can’t!” Forte cried. His hand was...shaking? What the hell was . . .?! “I’ll hit you too, it’s not . . .!”

“Now that’s new for him,” Skrah mused quietly.

Tart: “It’ll hit me too if you don’t--” Another surge of electricity fired out from the insides she had revealed, and she let out another cry of pain.

Tree: “But I can’t . . .! What do I . . .?!” Forte gritted his teeth, swallowing a noise of frustration. “I . . . I can’t, d-dammit . . . !”

“Delta, I think it’s time we end this,” Skrah said quietly. “He’s losing it; they’re going to end up getting themselves killed.”

Tart: “If I know Metis, she’ll be angry we shut it down.” Delta drummed her fingers around the end button.

Metis shouted a string of curses, bringing one foot back then kicking the generator. It cracked the bright red generator, but not enough. She brought it back again, then kicked the generator despite the electricity surging up her leg with every hit. “Just die already!!”

Tree: “Knowing her . . .” Skrah sighed in agreement.

Forte uttered a string of expletives in German, dropping the charge and drawing his dagger from his side. If he couldn’t take a shot, maybe . . .!

He forced his optics into clarity, bringing his arm back and throwing the dagger hard at the generator. “Incoming!”

Tart: The dagger was finally enough to destroy the generator, and the mechaniloid shut down with a sizzle. Metis dropped to the ground finally, breathing hard.

Tree: “I-I . . .” Forte slowly sank to his knees, shaking visibly. “M-Metis? You...you okay?” He swallowed. “I-I’m sorry . . .”

Tart: Metis huffed, flopping down onto her backside. “Why didn’tcha do anything?!” She turned back at Forte, glaring half-heartedly at him.

Tree: “I-I couldn’t!” Forte said. “I don’t know what happened. i...i froze, I’ve never . . .”

Skrah sighed quietly. “What a way to learn about hesitation . . .”

Tart: Metis twitched faintly, ignoring the damage warnings popping up over her optics. “L-let’s just get out of here before Axl catches us.”

Tree: “Y...yeah, let’s just...get to the medbay,” Forte agreed, limping over to help her up.

“Should we tell them we’ve been watching, Del?”

Tart: She pushed herself up, huffing softly. “Are y’sure you can walk, bro . . . ? I mean, your optics were pretty messed up . . .”

Delta shrugged. “Later.”

Tree: “For the most part,” Forte muttered. “I’ll live. C’mon, ‘fore somethin’ else goes wrong.”

Skrah nodded, kissing her on the cheek lightly. “Later it is.”

Tart: Metis nodded, wrapping an arm around Forte to help him out.

(Axl can watch the fight later it was probs auto-recorded~)

Tree: “S...sorry ‘bout this,” Forte mumbled.

“Oh, it was recorded, was it?” Skrah raised an eyebrow. “I’ll be sure he gets the file.”

Tart: “I agreed t’go along. Besides, we did it!” She grinned.

“Hope he doesn’t punish ‘em too badly. He probably will.”

Tree: “Y...yeah . . .” Forte frowned slightly. “I...sorry, I’m...feeling a little out of it.”

“For doing a sim like that without permission or supervision? Yeah, that’s...not going to be a pretty lecture.”

Tart: Metis kissed him on the top of the head. “Let’s just go to the medbay and pass out, ‘kay?”

Tree: “Y...yeah, sure,” Forte mumbled, seeming distracted.

((next morning . . .))

[11/16/13 9:14:49 AM] Tree: ahah i think axl just got done watching the sim footage from last night

[11/16/13 9:18:56 AM] Tart: ooh

[11/16/13 9:19:02 AM] Tart: dONT PUNISH THEM TOO HARD

[11/16/13 9:19:05 AM] Tart: THEY TRIED THEIR BEST

[11/16/13 9:19:36 AM] Tree: "I'm not upset because of the combat. Other than Forte's hesitance, which is something I'll talk to him about, their combat skills are fine."

[11/16/13 9:19:58 AM] Tree: "/However/, the fact that they ran an SA-rank sim unsupervised and without permission is a different matter."

((later . . .))

[11/16/13 2:06:13 PM] Tree: speaking of the hotheaded little kiddies did metis ever wake up?

[11/16/13 2:07:11 PM] Tart: shes still out

[11/16/13 2:07:19 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/16/13 2:07:26 PM] Tree: being electrocuted took a lot out of her? fff

[11/16/13 2:07:29 PM] Tart: shell probably be up soon

[11/16/13 2:07:30 PM] Tart: yeah

[11/16/13 2:07:52 PM] Tart: she doesnt take real well to electricity

[11/16/13 2:08:08 PM] Tart: thats why she was so careful about keeping the electricity from her gauntlets limited

[11/16/13 2:08:12 PM] Tart: to just her gauntlets

[11/16/13 2:08:14 PM] Tree: ooooh i see

[11/16/13 2:08:16 PM] Tree: makes sense

[11/16/13 2:08:16 PM] Tart: so they wouldnt arc out and zap her

[11/16/13 2:08:20 PM] Tree: ye ye

[11/16/13 2:08:42 PM] Tree: axls not sure what to do with them

[11/16/13 2:08:59 PM] Tree: on one hand he's pissed the hell off that they did st that dangerous but on the other hand he doesn't wanna be too harsh

[11/16/13 2:09:31 PM] Tart: what did he think of the footage

[11/16/13 2:10:14 PM] Tree: "They work very well as a team, and their skill in combat and determination is something else. I ran the sim myself with Zee supervising; it was a pretty rough sim."

[11/16/13 2:10:39 PM] Tree: "But being a Hunter isn't just about combat skill."

[11/16/13 2:11:03 PM] Tart: "They lack a lot of brains." X stated flatly.

[11/16/13 2:11:13 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/16/13 2:11:19 PM] Tree: "You're telling me they do. Hiya, X~"

[11/16/13 2:11:40 PM] Tart: "Why do you think I was B-ranked for so long but still did the lion's share of the work? I'm not the best in combat but I think it through."

[11/16/13 2:11:54 PM] Tart: x is just LETS GET REAL HERE

[11/16/13 2:11:56 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/16/13 2:12:37 PM] Tree: "Yeah. Raw skill is just one part of it. And for the love of Asimov, if they /wanted/ to run an SA-rank, they could've /asked/ me so I could at least supervise."

[11/16/13 2:13:04 PM] Tart: X sighed, shrugging and shaking his head.

[11/16/13 2:15:36 PM] Tree: "Egh...guess I'm torn between berating them for being dumbasses and between not wanting to be a complete hardass on them..."

[11/16/13 2:19:31 PM] Tree: axls probs gonna tell forte he should talk to x a bit

[11/16/13 2:19:42 PM] Tree: since forte's still wtf why did i hesitate what wHY

[11/16/13 2:25:37 PM] Tree: axls sitting here just what do i dO.

[11/16/13 2:25:48 PM] Tree: X TOLD ME TO TRUST MY JUDGEMENT BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO.

[11/16/13 2:25:58 PM] God dammit Trinna: WHAT HAP

[11/16/13 2:26:28 PM] Tree: w/ forte and metis hes not sure what to do with them

[11/16/13 2:28:18 PM] God dammit Trinna: zero said put them on cleaning duty for 3 weeks as well as saying he volunteers to kick both their asses

[11/16/13 2:28:23 PM] God dammit Trinna: even if hedoesnt know metis im laughing

[11/16/13 2:28:24 PM] Tree: zERO.

[11/16/13 2:28:37 PM] Tree: axl just started laughing omfg

[11/16/13 2:28:46 PM] Tree: "That wasn't the advice I expected....!"

[11/16/13 2:29:24 PM] God dammit Trinna: "You can kick their asses too."

[11/16/13 2:29:32 PM] God dammit Trinna: "Training at 6 am for 2 weeks."

[11/16/13 2:29:59 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/16/13 2:30:03 PM] God dammit Trinna: "If one of them miss a day or is late, starting at 5 am. For both of them."

[11/16/13 2:30:28 PM] Tree: "Well I was planning to kick their asses anyway, regardless. I guess I'm worried I'm too hard on them sometimes..."

[11/16/13 2:30:46 PM] God dammit Trinna: i think zero just started laughing

[11/16/13 2:31:08 PM] Tree: omfG

[11/16/13 2:31:09 PM] Tree: WHY

[11/16/13 2:31:14 PM] Tart: >too hard on them

[11/16/13 2:31:29 PM] God dammit Trinna: zeros just kinda had a AS IF moment

[11/16/13 2:31:36 PM] Tree: PFFFF.

[11/16/13 2:35:07 PM] Tree: im laughing now axls just sighs rubs bridge of nose

[11/16/13 2:35:09 PM] Tree: 'god dammit'

[11/16/13 2:36:01 PM] Tree: "Asimov, Metis is going to hate my guts..."

[11/16/13 2:36:19 PM] God dammit Trinna: "Tough love."

[11/16/13 2:37:21 PM] Tree: "Well, this'll either get through to her or make her dislike me more than she already does. One of the two. I'm less concerned about Forte; he knows damn well better."

[11/16/13 2:41:50 PM] Tree: axl was gonna suggest metis work with zee regardless

[11/16/13 2:41:55 PM] Tree: since she's very much a close-range fighter

[11/16/13 2:49:25 PM] God dammit Trinna: zeros like let me be the one who trains her at 6 then i dont care if she hates me she'll thank me later

[11/16/13 2:49:30 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/16/13 2:50:10 PM] Tree: "Sure, go for it. I can only teach someone so much about close-range, you know me. You think you can handle her and Forte both?" He winked.

[11/16/13 2:51:06 PM] God dammit Trinna: Zero nodded, crossing his arms. "Of course I can."

[11/16/13 2:52:19 PM] Tree: "Agh...well...it certainly can't hurt. I'll join you guys when I'm not on patrol, of course."

[11/16/13 2:52:34 PM] Tree: axl tends to get a lot of early morning patrols he hates it

[11/16/13 2:52:41 PM] Tree: he usually makes forte go with him lmao

[11/16/13 3:00:25 PM] God dammit Trinna: [4:59:19 PM] ratprt: SA SIMS OH LORD

[4:59:35 PM] Trinna: YEAH ZEROS PISSED

[4:59:39 PM] Trinna: ZEROS LIKE

[4:59:43 PM] Trinna: A) YOURE BOTH IDIOTS

[4:59:47 PM] Trinna: B) YOURE BOTH IDIOTS

[4:59:52 PM] Trinna: C) YOURE LUCKY TO BE ALIVE

[4:59:57 PM] Trinna: D) DONT FUCKING WORRY ME LIKE THAT

[5:00:08 PM] Trinna: E) JOIN ME FOR TRAINING FOR 2 WEEKS 6 AM

[11/16/13 3:00:33 PM] Tree: omG

[11/16/13 3:00:34 PM] Tree: ZEE <3

[11/16/13 3:00:49 PM] Tree: dont fucking worry me like that omfg zero <33

[11/16/13 3:00:55 PM] God dammit Trinna: AND F) YOURE BOTH IDIOTS

[11/16/13 3:01:00 PM] Tree: pfffffFFFFF

[11/16/13 3:01:11 PM] Tree: axls just

[11/16/13 3:01:21 PM] Tree: HOLDS UP HANDS

[11/16/13 3:01:24 PM] Tree: 'WHY'

[11/16/13 3:01:43 PM] Tree: he just IF THEY WOULDVE ASKED ME IF THEY COULD RUN AN SA SIM I'D HAVE GLADLY SAID YES AND SUPERVISED THEM.

[11/16/13 3:03:26 PM] Tree: also wait by lecture are we referring to the first lecture or the second lecture axl got two of them from zero

[11/16/13 3:05:45 PM] God dammit Trinna: either/both

[11/16/13 3:07:35 PM] Tree: omfg

[11/16/13 3:08:04 PM] Tree: im laughing forte's kinda half-listening just

[11/16/13 3:08:06 PM] Tree: 'uh?'

[11/16/13 3:08:11 PM] Tree: he's not entirely conscious

[11/16/13 3:08:17 PM] God dammit Trinna: forte zeros gonna kill you

[11/16/13 3:08:28 PM] Tree: "What else is new..."

[11/16/13 3:08:57 PM] God dammit Trinna: truuuu

[11/16/13 3:09:37 PM] Tree: he didnt sleep much

[11/16/13 3:10:01 PM] Tree: not that i imagine lack of sleep is going to do him any good in terms of having to wake up at 6am

[11/16/13 3:13:36 PM] Tree: "Oh- reminds me, sounds like Forte broke an arm and Metis is still out in the medbay; her systems don't take well to electricity."

[11/16/13 3:14:19 PM] God dammit Trinna: im laughing zeros resposne is literally ANNOYED SIGH

[11/16/13 3:14:27 PM] Tree: OH MY GOD ZERO.

[11/16/13 3:14:56 PM] Tree: "I'm not saying to go easier on them, just that Forte usually does better with both arms working."

[11/16/13 3:16:46 PM] Tree: ffff fortes just

[11/16/13 3:16:47 PM] Tree: grumbles

[11/16/13 3:16:49 PM] Tree: ambles over

[11/16/13 3:16:51 PM] Tree: 'what'

[11/16/13 3:17:53 PM] God dammit Trinna: "You and Metis are going to be joining me for lessons for the next 2 weeks once you heal up. 6 o'clock and no later or they start at 5 o'clock. For both of you. No if ands or buts."

[11/16/13 3:18:29 PM] Tree: "....Whatever..."

[11/16/13 3:18:40 PM] Tree: forte the LOOK axl just gave you

[11/16/13 3:18:54 PM] God dammit Trinna: "I want a 'yessir', Forte." His expression hardened.

[11/16/13 3:19:18 PM] Tree: "...Yes, sir..."

[11/16/13 3:19:31 PM] Tree: "Can I /go/, I'm not even awake right now."

[11/16/13 3:20:46 PM] God dammit Trinna: Zero's eyebrow twitched slightly. "Forte, I want you to talk to me properly now. I'm your superior officer right now- not your brother. Speak to me as such."

[11/16/13 3:20:58 PM] Tree: yowch

[11/16/13 3:21:11 PM] Tree: axls just ooooh i know that tone

[11/16/13 3:21:35 PM] Tree: thats the tone he uses when he's my commander not my boyfriend thats never gOOD...

[11/16/13 3:21:42 PM] God dammit Trinna: yeAH

[11/16/13 3:21:56 PM] Tree: and axl KNOWS being zero's boyfriend grants him no breaks

[11/16/13 3:21:58 PM] Tree: he /KNOWS/

[11/16/13 3:21:59 PM] God dammit Trinna: NOT A FUN TONE

[11/16/13 3:22:01 PM] Tree: NOPE.

[11/16/13 3:22:28 PM] Tree: Forte grunted, looking up to cast him a halfhearted glare. "Well what am I supposed to /say/, in that case- /sir/?"

[11/16/13 3:25:29 PM] God dammit Trinna: "Don't use that tone with me, for one." Zero narrowed his eyes down at his brother. "Do not speak to your superiors with such adittude. You've gotten yourself knee deep in enough shit already. Ask me /nicely/ to be let go. And thank me for letting you do so."

[11/16/13 3:28:01 PM] Tree: "I'm /sorry/ alright?!" Forte snapped. "I know I fucked up, it was my idea to run the damn sim in the first place, I hesitated and got Metis hurt that much worse, I'm /sorry/, okay?! I /get/ it- I screwed up! Now can I /please/ go so I can get some goddamn rest already?!"

[11/16/13 3:29:47 PM] God dammit Trinna: Zero lifted his eyebrows, staring at Forte as he shouted- clearly not entertained in the least at the way he snapped. A silence lingered after his brother finished before Zero spoke. "I've yet to hear you politely ask to be let go, Forte."

[11/16/13 3:32:46 PM] Tree: Forte growled quietly, opening his mouth as if to snap again only to jerk in surprise when Axl promptly smacked him hard upside the head. "Ow- Axl, what the fuck was that for?"

The gunner merely glared down at him in silence.

Forte sighed, dropping his gaze and rubbing the back of his head with a low grumble. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I've got...too much running through my head. Can I go so I can get some rest and get my thoughts straight- please?"

[11/16/13 3:33:03 PM] Tree: he's just DONT LECTURE ME RN IT'LL JUST GO IN ONE EAR AND OUT THE OTHER IM NOT UP FOR THIS

[11/16/13 3:33:22 PM] God dammit Trinna: zero said too bad

[11/16/13 3:33:55 PM] Tree: axl didnt even give him that much credit just

[11/16/13 3:33:57 PM] Tree: SMACK

[11/16/13 3:36:13 PM] God dammit Trinna: Zero didn't flinch when Axl hit Forte, keeping his eyes even on the shorter wilybot- waiting not-so-patiently.

"You may go. Get yourself healed up so we can get to training as soon as possible. Let Metis know what's happening next time you see her."

[11/16/13 3:38:49 PM] Tree: "Thank you, sir," Forte mumbled. "I'll tell her." He started to turn, only for Axl to grab his shoulder.

"Hold it, kid. You think you're off the hook that easily, you'd better think again." Axl crossed his arms, looking nothing if not severely pissed off. "Broken arm or no, you're still in deep shit. Meet me in my bedroom in fifteen."

"Wait, but-!"

[11/16/13 3:38:55 PM] Tree: lol whoops axl's not happy

[11/16/13 3:50:36 PM] God dammit Trinna: "You heard him." Zero stated, lifting one eyebrow in Forte's direction, one hand on his hip. "No if ands or buts, Forte."

[11/16/13 3:53:20 PM] Tree: "...Fucking /hell/!" Forte spat, turning and slamming his good hand into the nearest wall.

"Done?" Axl asked.

Forte nodded mutely.

"Good. Get your ass moving, kid."

Forte lingered there for a moment longer before turning and skittering off.

"Oy, /Asimov/..." Axl let his shoulders drop, flashing Zero a half-smile. "Wilybots are a /pain/!"

[11/16/13 3:55:54 PM] God dammit Trinna: Zero sighed, relaxing when his brother left. He used the elbow of his arm with the hand on his hip to nudge Axl, rolling his eyes. "Yet you still put the effort into them."

[11/16/13 3:57:03 PM] Tree: "I didn't say they're not worth it, I just said they're a pain." Axl winked, leaning over to bump his shoulder against Zero's arm. "Besides, you /can't/ tell me you were this bad as a recruit."

[11/16/13 3:57:43 PM] God dammit Trinna: Zero opened his mouth to respond before closing it again, shaking his head in mild amusement.

[11/16/13 3:59:01 PM] Tree: "Asimoooooov," Axl whined, turning and leaning his forehead against Zero's side. "Zeeeeee, can we take another loving shower together lateeeer, god knows we both need it..."

[11/16/13 3:59:22 PM] God dammit Trinna: Zero nodded with a small sigh. "That sounds wonderful."

[11/16/13 3:59:51 PM] Tree: "Heh. You're the best. Forte's gonna be sooo mad at me, he hates link-cable sparring. Aheheh."

[11/16/13 4:00:02 PM] Tree: aka how axl spars with him when forte's too injured to actually fight

[11/16/13 4:00:12 PM] Tree: forte HATES it

[11/16/13 4:00:23 PM] God dammit Trinna: YUP

[11/16/13 4:00:51 PM] Tree: mostly bc he's bad at it

[11/16/13 4:00:58 PM] Tree: particuarly when he's half asleep

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