A.C. paused as her enhanced hearing caught two rather erotically charged moans coming from the med-bay. A quick query to Frosty showed that Utena had been eliminated a while back and she and her wife were taking advantage of one of the massage drones (Greenpeace, as per her sense of humour, had nicknamed this one Taro of all things). Their enhanced physiologies were obviously giving them far more than they expected.
Resisting the 'Darkeyes' side of her's desire for a look, A.C. moved up to the command deck to drop off her things before returning down to the galley.
"Hello Roberta." The raven-hared cyborg greeted the maid.
"Mistress." Roberta acknowledged, a faint blush as always on her cheeks as she replied. A.C. wasn't sure why the android was so shy around her, but figured if it became a problem she'd deal with it then. She'd given up on getting Roberta to call her by name.
"How's the competition going?" She asked as Roberta turned back to the stove. "I know Utena's out. I heard her in the med-bay as I came in."
"Master Adonis is also out, however it seems the female fen did not want to see him go, so they have retired to the dance club Infinity."
"Those camouflage suits are tightly fitted." A.C. agreed with a smirk. Roberta's blush deepened.
"Mister Eddie is still picking off targets of opportunity, but has otherwise gone into hiding."
"And Lebia seems to have taken out Nagato and Kyon with a goop grenade." Fawn said as she walked into the galley.
"Hello Fawn. Any particular type?" A.C. asked as her administrative assistant came up to her side.
"A type 17." Roberta replied.
"Well, that'll explain the uncertainty. The safety foam is opaque and hardens quickly, and they won't WANT to escape until someone sets up a screen." A.C. scowled. "Andy still can't find out why it dissolves clothes. I'm surprised Lebia didn't call it in though."
"Yes, well." Fawn demurred. "Lebia was a little distracted by Gina Langley's Yggdrasil Bug attack on Atropos."
"She WHAT?" A.C. growled, causing Fawn to jump away in fright and Roberta to reach for her knives. "Von allen dumm, unverantwortlich, idiotisch... Live auf Ihren Ruf, warum nicht Sie." [Of all the stupid, irresponsible, idiotic... Live down to your reputation, why don't you.] She muttered under her breath, before taking a deep breath. "Right. So, besides the imminent slap down Gina's going to be receiving?"
"Madam Kasumi and her companion have been dark for a few hours now." Roberta continued, now that it didn't look like A.C. was getting mad.
"Kas rarely gets to go full Kunoichi," A.C. pondered, pulling Fawn into a reassuring hug to calm her down, "So she's either waiting for the right moment or engaged with another ninja of her level."
"Wait." Fawn reluctantly shrugged out of the hug. "I thought all the S-Class Ninja were out?"
"There's more than Hidden Village out there Fawn."
"Madam Greenpeace is in the TV room with Miss Akisato and Miss Safety. They were watching Undercover Blues, but that would have finished a few hours ago. Miss Sakuragi is in her room relaxing, however she did ask if she could have a meal at this time. I have no information on Mr Scott's or Miss Mishima's team." Roberta finished her report.
"I do." A.C. leaned back against the counter. "Noah's team encountered The Jason. That 'Adorable Puppy' grenade had a stronger effect on Leda, but nothing serious as she recovered as Noah and I were talking." A.C. mock-pouted. "Which is a shame, as I'm sure Noah would have liked the treatment of having to give Leda a rather thorough snogging. Or the more effective treatment of having Yayoi do it. Anyway, The Jason's walking wounded at this point."
"Honestly A.C." Fawn huffed. "You're such a bad girl."
"I'm HARDLY a girl." A.C. said archly, before sighing. "And now I've got to do paperwork."
Fawn stuck her tongue out as A.C.'s back as the latter faux-stalked off muttering good-naturedly under her breath about slave-driving admin assistants.
If you're wondering about A.C.'s reaction, she doesn't know about Gina Nerfing the attack. Gina better be careful from now on though, as she still used something that can easily be construed as a lethal assault on another AI. I can easily see Lebia doing the following:
"Regardless of effect, you still used what can easily be considered a lethal attack on another of us. The Space Patrol doesn't like it. Metropolis doesn't like it." She turned and pinned the other android with her gaze. "WE don't like it. Be glad A.C. and Fate talked me down, otherwise I'd be joined by a F.E.S.W.A.T. team to take you in. Watch yourself Gina, cause WE will."
Lebia has a deep affinity for machines, so assaulting an AI pushes her hot buttons.
Resisting the 'Darkeyes' side of her's desire for a look, A.C. moved up to the command deck to drop off her things before returning down to the galley.
"Hello Roberta." The raven-hared cyborg greeted the maid.
"Mistress." Roberta acknowledged, a faint blush as always on her cheeks as she replied. A.C. wasn't sure why the android was so shy around her, but figured if it became a problem she'd deal with it then. She'd given up on getting Roberta to call her by name.
"How's the competition going?" She asked as Roberta turned back to the stove. "I know Utena's out. I heard her in the med-bay as I came in."
"Master Adonis is also out, however it seems the female fen did not want to see him go, so they have retired to the dance club Infinity."
"Those camouflage suits are tightly fitted." A.C. agreed with a smirk. Roberta's blush deepened.
"Mister Eddie is still picking off targets of opportunity, but has otherwise gone into hiding."
"And Lebia seems to have taken out Nagato and Kyon with a goop grenade." Fawn said as she walked into the galley.
"Hello Fawn. Any particular type?" A.C. asked as her administrative assistant came up to her side.
"A type 17." Roberta replied.
"Well, that'll explain the uncertainty. The safety foam is opaque and hardens quickly, and they won't WANT to escape until someone sets up a screen." A.C. scowled. "Andy still can't find out why it dissolves clothes. I'm surprised Lebia didn't call it in though."
"Yes, well." Fawn demurred. "Lebia was a little distracted by Gina Langley's Yggdrasil Bug attack on Atropos."
"She WHAT?" A.C. growled, causing Fawn to jump away in fright and Roberta to reach for her knives. "Von allen dumm, unverantwortlich, idiotisch... Live auf Ihren Ruf, warum nicht Sie." [Of all the stupid, irresponsible, idiotic... Live down to your reputation, why don't you.] She muttered under her breath, before taking a deep breath. "Right. So, besides the imminent slap down Gina's going to be receiving?"
"Madam Kasumi and her companion have been dark for a few hours now." Roberta continued, now that it didn't look like A.C. was getting mad.
"Kas rarely gets to go full Kunoichi," A.C. pondered, pulling Fawn into a reassuring hug to calm her down, "So she's either waiting for the right moment or engaged with another ninja of her level."
"Wait." Fawn reluctantly shrugged out of the hug. "I thought all the S-Class Ninja were out?"
"There's more than Hidden Village out there Fawn."
"Madam Greenpeace is in the TV room with Miss Akisato and Miss Safety. They were watching Undercover Blues, but that would have finished a few hours ago. Miss Sakuragi is in her room relaxing, however she did ask if she could have a meal at this time. I have no information on Mr Scott's or Miss Mishima's team." Roberta finished her report.
"I do." A.C. leaned back against the counter. "Noah's team encountered The Jason. That 'Adorable Puppy' grenade had a stronger effect on Leda, but nothing serious as she recovered as Noah and I were talking." A.C. mock-pouted. "Which is a shame, as I'm sure Noah would have liked the treatment of having to give Leda a rather thorough snogging. Or the more effective treatment of having Yayoi do it. Anyway, The Jason's walking wounded at this point."
"Honestly A.C." Fawn huffed. "You're such a bad girl."
"I'm HARDLY a girl." A.C. said archly, before sighing. "And now I've got to do paperwork."
Fawn stuck her tongue out as A.C.'s back as the latter faux-stalked off muttering good-naturedly under her breath about slave-driving admin assistants.
If you're wondering about A.C.'s reaction, she doesn't know about Gina Nerfing the attack. Gina better be careful from now on though, as she still used something that can easily be construed as a lethal assault on another AI. I can easily see Lebia doing the following:
"Regardless of effect, you still used what can easily be considered a lethal attack on another of us. The Space Patrol doesn't like it. Metropolis doesn't like it." She turned and pinned the other android with her gaze. "WE don't like it. Be glad A.C. and Fate talked me down, otherwise I'd be joined by a F.E.S.W.A.T. team to take you in. Watch yourself Gina, cause WE will."
Lebia has a deep affinity for machines, so assaulting an AI pushes her hot buttons.