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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 aches themselves, myriad pangs of lingering sting where Zero had peppered blows exploding into a firework-burst sharpness when his fingers broke through again. The deep, burning hurt of metal stretched to its limit, turning to absolute nothingness as sensors disconnected and plating was pulled free. The dizzy, lightheaded rush that came in response to damage. The thrill of fear, of helplessness -- the fleeting uncertain wonder exactly how far Zero would go if Harpuia didn't say anything, but the whisper-soft temptation asking exactly how far Harpuia could push his own limits lurking beneath it. The horror of watching his own chest torn right off of him, his very core and all the leaking coolant completely exposed to the open air.
Harpuia's legs shook, his jets scraping noisily against the wall as he slid a little lower against it. Damage warnings crowded the edge of his consciousness, jostling against the maelstrom of sensation and feelings -- in a moment when he was exquisitely alive, locked inside himself by a net of firing connections, ecstatically aware of a body that felt and felt powerfully, it felt hard to focus on planning around the outside world. He couldn't seem to push himself past the cold, unyielding power of Zero's hands and the intense, impenetrable look in his eyes. Shakily, Harpuia held up a hand, motioning for Zero to hold off, trying to get himself a little steadier.