smash_logs | What is love? Baby don't flirt me, don't flirt me no more

What is love? Baby don't flirt me, don't flirt me no more

Who: Lash and You (OPEN LOG TIME!)
What: Lash tries to flirt like Blacky taught her, and horrible things happen.
Where: All over campus on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
When: Whenever you want, bby
Warnings: Horrible flirting.
Suggested Music: This song.

Well, she told herself she would do it. Now it was only a question of who would Lash come upon first. Deep breaths, calming voice, being in control. She could do that easily. The hardest part was how the other person would react, and keeping her short fuse in check.

It was a recipe for disaster, that was for certain.

((OOC - Much like an open office log, you tell me what date, time and where your character is. I will have Lash moving all around the school looking for victims and she has three days off from work, so anywhere from 6am to midnight is fine.

Yes, girls can come too.

Both log and action posts are allowed! Go with what you feel like doing, I will reply accordingly. Have fun, enjoy both of our characters making each other uncomfortable.))

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He cocked an eyebrow in her direction, not entirely sure why she was making that face.

Small talk was always strange, even with Lash. It probably always would be. Things were just so much easier when they were status reports and strategy and battle plans. The mundane life of the school was still a little awkward for him.

"I've been well." He began, wondering when their shoulders started touching. "I've been preoccupied with getting the mansion in order. Drafting up budgets. Nothing particularly exciting."

The girl didn't notice she was touching his shoulder, concentrated on his words. There was...admittedly very little to work with. Hawke was Hawke and most certainly did not live an exciting life like Ganondorf. She did, however, have a brief moment imagining him dancing in a speedo in the corridors and died a little inside. Or blushed. She wasn't sure.

"Maybe you should try a few more activities? Did you try horseback riding yet?" Hawke could be like one of those charismatic leaders giving a speech before the battle like Kanbei did...except it wasn't his style either. The vision disappeared in a puff of smoke. "Chess? we haven't played a game of chess in a while....uh speaking of which, you're not too mad about the sound and gaming system, right?" Somehow it felt better if she got his approval for it, even if Lash would have done it anyway. "I got it cheap and I installed it myself."

The day Hawke danced in a speedo would be the day the Earth crumbled to space dust. Possibly as a result of said dancing.

"Horseback riding?" Did they even have that at this school? It wouldn't surprise him, and he wasn't sure if he'd look incredibly silly or incredibly intimidating atop a horse. Chess was much more his style. "I'd enjoy a game of chess with you." They hadn't played in a while, after all. "And I don't mind the game system, as long as it's not a distraction to work."

It had been a while. Matching heads with her commander on something both simple yet militaristic as chess sounded fun, even if Lash didn't particularly enjoy quiet activities. ~~Unless they played Wizard's Chess.~~

"Don't worry, I think I've been balancing, school, work and...my other work quite well. You've seen my school reports, right?" Not that she was one to...okay Lash just liked to brag. A lot. Came with the territory. "Not that it was hard or anything, tee hee hee."

Lash's grades were admittedly part of the reason why he let her install video game systems and do so much fooling around with her friends. Not that he expected less from her--she'd always been the brilliant one. If anything, her classes were probably beneath her.

"Of course I have. I wouldn't expect anything less."

Did they keep horses around the school? "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try."

It was a wonder why she was only in her second year of high school. Lash could easily be teaching the material herself if she wasn't so immature. Then again, some teachers weren't as better than she was. Even Flak was a year ahead of her.

The student really hadn't expected a lot of things to happen. Her original plan was to register at the lowest grade level and breeze in her classes, all the while staying four glorious years away from Orange Star independence. Then Hawke showed up. Then Flak. She made friends here and became close to other adults. Now it was just a question of not really wanting to leave. At times she wondered if that was too selfish, even for her.

"Maybe next week, then?" Her voice sounded full of hope and joy. Maybe it was selfish but she would stay here. Just a year more or two... If only Lash had been there during the robot powered unicorns, she might have insisted they ride those instead...

She spun her gun around. "How about a little bit of practice before that chess match?"

Hawke, too, hadn't expected to be here for this long, but at the same time, he couldn't help it. His COs were here. Flak and Adder had come to him. And even though Adder was gone, the rest of Black Hole was still here and they had a base now.

The Academy was an unexpected new home.

"I'd like that." He said, taking his own gun from inside his jacket. A little shooting practice couldn't hurt.

"Here." Lash toss him her earmuffs, fetching another pair in the locker, as well as more bullets for her own gun. ~~Sadly Lash did not have the bandanna of infinite ammo.~~

Getting back, she loaded up two new shooting papers. The one on her side had a hand drawn red hairdo tacked on to the top of it and a gigantic pair of red lips. She gave Hawke a small smile as he probably noticed her crude modifications. Old rivalries died hard, not to mention it was always fun to make fun of Kindle when the overgrown asparagus head wasn't here.

"Let's start this simple. Three shots, no reloading allowed. Closest to the heart wins. Deal?"

He put on the earmuffs and busied himself loading the gun. Lash's additions didn't go unnoticed and a trace of a smile maybe crossed his lips. Shooting Kindle was definitely something he'd want to do if given the chance, but paper effigies would have to suffice for now.

"Deal." Hawke raised his firearm briefly before reconsidering. "What does the winner get?"

Nothing wrong with a little stakes, of course.

"You pick, the prize," she told him with a hint of malice. "After all, I'm going to win."

His pick? Very well.

Hawke wasn't entirely sure who would win. When it came to conventional weapons, like what they were using now, he had a bit of an advantage, but Lash was always improving herself. Death rays and more...interesting firearms were her specialty. Though if he had to be honest, the results of this one were up in the air.

"The winner..." He began, choosing his terms wisely. "Chooses the next mission."

He raised his firearm again. "Ready when you are."

Lash nodded, grinning. "Tee hee hee, this will be fun!"

She fired all three shots in a quick bursts. Two went dead center, the third a little too high. Still a pretty good effort at that speed. Kindle would be dead in a pool of her own blood if that had been real oh, she only wished it was.

Hawke took a deep breath, aimed, and fired all three of his shots in rapid succession.

When he lowered his weapon and inspected his shooting paper. Three shots, right through the heart.

"Hm."

"What awwww." Lash was never good at hiding her disappointment, especially when it came to showing off her skill. she'd been hoping she'd become better at him. Maybe a few more years...

"I guess you beat me fair and square, birdbrain. Next mission's objective is all yours."

Maybe in a few more years.

For now, however, Hawke had claimed victory, and he holstered his pistol, further inspecting the two sheets.

"I think...I would like to reclaim our documents from Orange Star."

She knew where he was getting at. There was a lot of confidential information that even Lash had managed to keep away from their eyes, hidden away on those files. The problem was getting it all back. She had a feeling it would involve her betraying the trust of a few people. The student wasn't...too sure how she felt about that.

But in many ways she had been expecting it to become a problem sooner or later, ever since Hawke had come back.

So it began, then.

"The main problem is we can't just take the files. They know you're here and...pardon the pun, are watching all three of us like hawks. Flak's petty spats with Max aren't helping either. We'll need an air-tight alibi, and a time window of less than two hours, including transport. I know some of Orange's Star's defenses, but they've kept me out of the loop for the past year. They don't let me into those documents. Even when I tried to find my parent's location, they carried me blindfold into the lower levels of the barracks."

Hawke was well aware of the potential difficulties of the undertaking. But the fact of the matter stood--those were not Orange Star's documents. Lash did not belong to Orange Star as far as he was concerned, and he resented the fact that Nell and Hachi exerted so much control over her. He frowned.

"We don't have to take them. Just copy them or take readable pictures of them."

It was going to be tricky, but he didn't think it would be impossible. "Raiden." He said matter-of-factly. "I'm sure they know of him, but I doubt they're watching him like they're watching me."

"Right," she replied, nodding, still looking at Hawke's near perfect shooting circle. "Copying or taking a picture? My area of expertise. If I know where they are. Orange Star's main barrack is...huge. What we saw during that celebration with them when you where there? Nothing compared to their main base. I hate to say it, but it almost gives the old Black Hole headquarters a run for it's money. Then again, everyone stole technology from each other, so it's half expected, right?"

She pondered about using the school's janitor. "Yeah he's not bad but Sami didn't trust him. And now she's back in Orange Star. Besides, if it gets caught they'd..." She might have suddenly realized she didn't want Raiden's friendship destroyed, or ruin his life. "would capture him and make him talk. Do we want to risk them finding out about the fact we recruited him in?"

All obstacles he'd anticipated and would find a way around them. It was just a matter of outsmarting them. With Jake, Rachel, Max and Andy at the school, there was really only Nell, Hachi and Sami to worry about. At this point, he considered Raiden to be their best bet.

Unless...

"Or we could use Jake."

She really didn't like that either. Raiden wasn't original involved. But tricking the person that had saved them only two years ago? ...well she might have thought it was a good idea. Two years ago. Now she was unconsciously finding the thought uncomfortable. Did they have much of a choice? It was either of them and Jake was so easily gullible...no.

Lash bit her lip before answering. Maybe she could...

"What if...I could copy some of the chip's routine, and make you a proper robot?"

Savior or not, Jake was the most trusting of the Orange Star COs, and therefore their best bet. He wasn't quite sure if Jake would take him to the Orange Star barracks, but if they played their cards right, they could quite possibly use him to reclaim all of their old documents. It was the best option and...

...Lash didn't seem to want to go through with it. Was that...hesitation?

"We could build the robot anyway." He said, rubbing his chin. "But you have to admit Jake is probably our best bet if we want to go through with this."

Lash shrugged. Playing it cool.

"Maybe. But sooner or later, even Jake would find out he's been had. How would we do that anyway? If we even mention Black Hole, they go into a near murderous rage over there. I doubt even I could convince him 'Oh, I just want to look at the documents for old files. when I went to the old headquarters, they had Hachi follow me. Besides, I bet the only three people who really know the location to the computer with the data are Rachel, Nell and Hachi. On the other hand..."

She twirled her gun.

"...I've decoded a lot of the chip's subroutines. It's pretty fascinating, really. Combine that with the technology available from Dr. Robotnik and his own robotic sub patterns, I could easily make us some sort of all-in-one killing and sneaking machine. Technology Orange Star does not have access to. They wouldn't be prepared for it. Not in the least."

Actually that sounded pretty awesome, come to think of it. She had this in the bag!

Maybe. Hopefully.

She just didn't want to involve her friends in this. Not yet.

It boggled him how much Lash was missing the point. It was almost as if she was purposefully missing the point. "Obviously not. Don't tell me you've forgotten how to manipulate. You're smarter than to ask him outright. Ask about your parents. Invent an excuse for him to take you to where they keep the records, distract him, and we get what you need. Rachel, Nell and Hachi trust him. He trusts us. We can use that." Easier said than done, of course. But certainly a more favorable course of action in his mind.

"And if our robot is intercepted they will have access to that technology. But fine. If you want to build the robot, build the robot." He said, unable to mask the petulance in his voice. At this point it just seemed like she was making excuses to not involve other people and that was...disappointing. The Lash of two years ago would not have hesitated. "If it fails, or if Orange Star gets their hands on it, we do it my way."

He was angry with her. It was different than all the other times when he had been angry with her, somehow, and she felt a pain in her chest.

She hadn't expected that, despite everything. Their relationship had changed somewhat during the last year, or at least she thought it had. The firefly festival came to mind. When it suddenly called forth for her to be like the old days, she found herself knocked out. Why hadn't she expected this? She should have...Lash remained quiet as he went on about manipulations, holding back the urge to just storm out. Ironic, considering her activity for the past three days. Unsure why, she remained, her hand grasping the gun tighter as he went on. Her mind was a blur, but a thought kept coming back. They were here for me the year you were gone. She finally found her voice when he finished.

"...Yeah, I hear you loud and clear." Monotone. Lash was stuck between feeling awkward at the whole situation, or just disappointed in herself for not wanting to put others in the line of fire. She used to live for this. The Lash of two years ago would never have had that problem. That was the Lash Hawke expected her to be. It was like two voices in her head screaming to be more like they were. She just wanted to reach a compromise, but had a feeling this was just the beginning of a massive headache. Trying to show a bit more confidence, she added, "With what I've got planned, they'll never be able to capture him. I promise."

So why did she feel so helpless all of a sudden? Hadn't she once told him, confidently, I only do what I want to do?

What did she want right now?

Lash spun her gun before shooting at the paper again. Perfect headshot, right between the eyes. Her ears were ringing from the sound, but the student didn't mind. She'd heard stronger noises from the end of a tank. It gave her other things to concentrate on.

He watched her shoot at the paper once more and though he understood that she was taking out at least some kind of frustration, he didn't show it. Instead, Hawke holstered his own gun and decided it might be best for now to leave her to her thoughts.

Judging by her tone of voice, or lack thereof, however, he could tell that said thoughts were quite turbulent. Yet again, Hawke had to question where her loyalties had drifted after over a year at the school and nearly two with Orange Star.

"Keep me updated." He said, starting to walk back to the teacher's dorms.

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