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smash_logs2015-07-17 08:52 pm
lovesthepain) wrote in smash_logs2015-07-17 08:52 pm
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Who: Zero, Harpuia
What: come to robot rumpus room in next 5 minutes if u want an ass kicking
Where: Harpuia's dorm
When: July 17, late evening
Warnings: HARPUIA HAS THIS USERNAME FOR A REASON
Some days had passed since Harpuia had met Zero in the stadium, but he'd had plenty to think about since then. It seemed like such an absurd thing to request that more than once, he convinced himself the proper thing to do would be to throw the whole idea out. It was true that they no longer had a reason to lift a finger against each other; if he was to be focused strictly on his duty, then this peaceful kind of life had no room for thrill-seeking. He knew that. Had reminded himself of that several times over the past few days.
But... even so... here he was. Within the quarters assigned to him. The day was all but done; the moon was starting to rise, huge and full and golden, and he was sure that the security patrol schedules wouldn't conflict -- Zero wasn't assigned to any night patrols, and Harpuia... well, he continued to technically not be part of the security team himself.
He'd chosen his room for a few reasons. First of all, the living quarters themselves weren't monitored on camera. The last thing that Harpuia wanted to deal with was uncomfortable questions from Fefnir -- or worse, that invaluable loyalty spurring him to try and beat Zero up to get even. Second, it was one of the few places around here that a reploid could recharge. Third, all the tools required for regular maintenance were here; Harpuia would doubtlessly need to patch himself up, after all.
With a soft clunk that seemed to ring with nerve-rattling finality, Harpuia set a single E-tank down on his desk. Better safe than sorry. He'd taken the time to get everything ready, so there was only one thing left to do. Harpuia brought a hand up to his helmet, activating his communicator.
"Are you there, Zero?"
What: come to robot rumpus room in next 5 minutes if u want an ass kicking
Where: Harpuia's dorm
When: July 17, late evening
Warnings: HARPUIA HAS THIS USERNAME FOR A REASON
Some days had passed since Harpuia had met Zero in the stadium, but he'd had plenty to think about since then. It seemed like such an absurd thing to request that more than once, he convinced himself the proper thing to do would be to throw the whole idea out. It was true that they no longer had a reason to lift a finger against each other; if he was to be focused strictly on his duty, then this peaceful kind of life had no room for thrill-seeking. He knew that. Had reminded himself of that several times over the past few days.
But... even so... here he was. Within the quarters assigned to him. The day was all but done; the moon was starting to rise, huge and full and golden, and he was sure that the security patrol schedules wouldn't conflict -- Zero wasn't assigned to any night patrols, and Harpuia... well, he continued to technically not be part of the security team himself.
He'd chosen his room for a few reasons. First of all, the living quarters themselves weren't monitored on camera. The last thing that Harpuia wanted to deal with was uncomfortable questions from Fefnir -- or worse, that invaluable loyalty spurring him to try and beat Zero up to get even. Second, it was one of the few places around here that a reploid could recharge. Third, all the tools required for regular maintenance were here; Harpuia would doubtlessly need to patch himself up, after all.
With a soft clunk that seemed to ring with nerve-rattling finality, Harpuia set a single E-tank down on his desk. Better safe than sorry. He'd taken the time to get everything ready, so there was only one thing left to do. Harpuia brought a hand up to his helmet, activating his communicator.
"Are you there, Zero?"
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The charge reached maximum capacity again, and again Zero smashed into Harpuia's chest plate with a violent burst of energy. This time, as his fingers dug in, they found purchase in the weakened structure of his armour. With an audible creak of strained metal, his grip tightened. At first slow and firm, he pulled, twisting that handful of armour out of place - before coldly yanking the plating off Harpuia's chest.
Zero dropped it on the ground where it left a splattering of coolant as it clattered to a stop. It was still in one piece at least - bad shape, but not unsalvageable. Had Zero crushed it in his hands like he normally would to his enemies, it'd never be usable again.