The battle was ended, and I stopped the blond holograms that I'd been using as a distraction for the others. I was starting to get a bit tired -
I'd been going pretty much non-stop except for food breaks, and a long hot shower to remove the effects of the Kawaii grenade followed by a long nap were
starting to become real temptations. Might as well consider wrapping it up soon. It's not as though I'd come to win the thing - just to have fun.
I had my kids put a thin, invisible forcefield shell around myself, or most of myself. It left my joints free, and most of my head. What it SHOULD do would be
to limit the Kawaii effect I was giving off...at least for a few minutes, since there were far fewer areas exposed to radiate the pheromones, or whatever was
causing it. I hoped. There were a lot of Jesses in there still. A quickly whispered conference and a bit of setup, and we entered the battlefield.
Eleven copies of myself, me included, entered the room on Kinto'uns. Only a few of my clones were solid, to give Iris more flexibility in creating the
larger number of holograms. We all grinned and waved, and one of my clones greeted Ben and Gina. "Hey there. Having fun yet?" A second clone
chuckled. "You like our new tricks?" All of us grinned then, and went into full distraction mode. Now...given Ben's arm, this should
be...amusing. Especially since Gina was still hooked up from the trick they just pulled. "Harem no jutsu!" My clones and I disappeared into puffs of
smoke...to be revealed a moment later as female adult versions, long dark hair partway down our backs, and clothed only in mist. Mind you, the mist was
probably more erotic than simple nudity would be, just because it kept offering tantalizing glimpses while not really revealing anything. I spoke up then, for
the first time. "We've been watching Naruto again. Can you tell? Picked up all sorts of interesting clone tricks." We all grinned....and then
split into pairs - and one trio - and started to make out - cuddling, nibbling on earlobes and necks...putting on a show. Fortunately, monkeys have no shame,
and neither did I.
We'd probably go down...but not without taking others with us. There were other clone jutsu in Naruto, after all...and three Maple Marshmallow grenades
inside the solid clones I had scattered around meant I could do my own version of the Exploding Clone. Let one of them get hit, and it'd explode in a gooey
mess. And of course, if I 'died', the remaining ones would go. I grinned inwardly, making out with the hologram in my arms. Now...given how much of a
pervert Ben's arm was.....
I'm actually off to one side, not with the clone trio in the middle that had the clone that spoke first. The idea was to make people think that was me,
while I stood off to one side...and out of range of the marshmallow messes soon to follow. We can't afford to stick around too long - the forceshield
coverings I've got up will only delay the Kawaii effect, not stop it. It will hopefully last long enough for my final hurrah and then to get out of range
of the Jesses first, though.
And with regards to Gina and Lebia...
A frosty voice spoke off to one side. "Lebia!" A very annoyed-looking Fate stood in the corridor, having obviously arrived soon enough to hear the
exchange. She stalked over, staff in her hand. "What part of 'it's a personal problem and we will handle it ourselves' didn't you
understand? We told you to butt out and tend to your own knitting." She actually growled. "You might consider it a lethal attack. WE consider it
annoying as hell and potentially damage-causing, but not lethal. And since it was directed towards US, your opinion in the matter is neither relevant...nor
asked for." The last bit was spoken in a tone that could have frozen helium. Fate glanced over to give Gina a hard look, then turned back to Lebia.
"While we think Gina overreacted, we can handle it just fine, thank you. Quite frankly, you're making a situation we could have handled quite easily
far worse..." She glared. "And know this...if you had gone after Gina when we told you not to, you'd find us siding with her...and you'd find
Father calling a convention to have limits put on what the Space Patrol and others can meddle in. He's a libertarian, and we tend to follow the same
beliefs. A space patrol to take care of threats to Fenspace as a whole - that's fine. One that interferes in personal interactions when told to butt out -
that's something different."
I'd been going pretty much non-stop except for food breaks, and a long hot shower to remove the effects of the Kawaii grenade followed by a long nap were
starting to become real temptations. Might as well consider wrapping it up soon. It's not as though I'd come to win the thing - just to have fun.
I had my kids put a thin, invisible forcefield shell around myself, or most of myself. It left my joints free, and most of my head. What it SHOULD do would be
to limit the Kawaii effect I was giving off...at least for a few minutes, since there were far fewer areas exposed to radiate the pheromones, or whatever was
causing it. I hoped. There were a lot of Jesses in there still. A quickly whispered conference and a bit of setup, and we entered the battlefield.
Eleven copies of myself, me included, entered the room on Kinto'uns. Only a few of my clones were solid, to give Iris more flexibility in creating the
larger number of holograms. We all grinned and waved, and one of my clones greeted Ben and Gina. "Hey there. Having fun yet?" A second clone
chuckled. "You like our new tricks?" All of us grinned then, and went into full distraction mode. Now...given Ben's arm, this should
be...amusing. Especially since Gina was still hooked up from the trick they just pulled. "Harem no jutsu!" My clones and I disappeared into puffs of
smoke...to be revealed a moment later as female adult versions, long dark hair partway down our backs, and clothed only in mist. Mind you, the mist was
probably more erotic than simple nudity would be, just because it kept offering tantalizing glimpses while not really revealing anything. I spoke up then, for
the first time. "We've been watching Naruto again. Can you tell? Picked up all sorts of interesting clone tricks." We all grinned....and then
split into pairs - and one trio - and started to make out - cuddling, nibbling on earlobes and necks...putting on a show. Fortunately, monkeys have no shame,
and neither did I.
We'd probably go down...but not without taking others with us. There were other clone jutsu in Naruto, after all...and three Maple Marshmallow grenades
inside the solid clones I had scattered around meant I could do my own version of the Exploding Clone. Let one of them get hit, and it'd explode in a gooey
mess. And of course, if I 'died', the remaining ones would go. I grinned inwardly, making out with the hologram in my arms. Now...given how much of a
pervert Ben's arm was.....
I'm actually off to one side, not with the clone trio in the middle that had the clone that spoke first. The idea was to make people think that was me,
while I stood off to one side...and out of range of the marshmallow messes soon to follow. We can't afford to stick around too long - the forceshield
coverings I've got up will only delay the Kawaii effect, not stop it. It will hopefully last long enough for my final hurrah and then to get out of range
of the Jesses first, though.
And with regards to Gina and Lebia...
A frosty voice spoke off to one side. "Lebia!" A very annoyed-looking Fate stood in the corridor, having obviously arrived soon enough to hear the
exchange. She stalked over, staff in her hand. "What part of 'it's a personal problem and we will handle it ourselves' didn't you
understand? We told you to butt out and tend to your own knitting." She actually growled. "You might consider it a lethal attack. WE consider it
annoying as hell and potentially damage-causing, but not lethal. And since it was directed towards US, your opinion in the matter is neither relevant...nor
asked for." The last bit was spoken in a tone that could have frozen helium. Fate glanced over to give Gina a hard look, then turned back to Lebia.
"While we think Gina overreacted, we can handle it just fine, thank you. Quite frankly, you're making a situation we could have handled quite easily
far worse..." She glared. "And know this...if you had gone after Gina when we told you not to, you'd find us siding with her...and you'd find
Father calling a convention to have limits put on what the Space Patrol and others can meddle in. He's a libertarian, and we tend to follow the same
beliefs. A space patrol to take care of threats to Fenspace as a whole - that's fine. One that interferes in personal interactions when told to butt out -
that's something different."