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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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Unlike the frozen one he'd tried with Rock, this offered no particular feedback in terms of temperature or texture -- though, Harpuia supposed drowsily, as long as his chestplate was missing, maybe one could watch the fuel going down. It brought a much-needed surge of clarity and steadiness back to him, though; the sudden switch to alertness felt like being abruptly pulled from very deep, dark water straight to the blinding surface.
With that clarity, however, he became increasingly aware of more than just his own sensations. Namely, that Zero still stood stock-still in front of him, staring down with an unreadable, dispassionate look on his face. The feverishly warm, hazy high that he'd been riding began to gain a cold, heavy edge. To have experienced something so ecstatic and overwhelming but be watched with such a flat, unaffected stare... he felt a little more aware of the ghastly mess splattered all over him, on the floor, on Zero, on the twisted, dented piece that was his chestplate. Of himself, weakly shifting to his knees, but still down on the ground in a quivering heap, half-stripped of armor and defeated of his own eager volition. The whole thing... made for a pitiful sight, didn't it?
Now beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, Harpuia sat up against the wall, programming issuing the command to stop circulating coolant entirely in preparation for maintenance. Gingerly, he started to probe the loose tubing, testing if it connectors could be re-screwed into place or if the pipeline itself needed mending. A little difficult, given his fingers were still uncoordinated, and having an audience for this shameful display did nothing to help that. At the very least, each time his fingers slipped, it sent a fresh wave of sensory input, another sharp jolt of pain to keep the buzz going.
"I don't have any more orders for you," he pointed out, voice hitching a little at the end as he seized the end of a coolant valve. "You've done everything I asked for."