Light shone in threw the wooden window from. Sylia swung her legs off the bed into her fuzzy soft slippers. She put on a designer house robe and left the little dusty bedroom. On her way to get a cup of coffee she notice Mackie was on the computer, typing away. She walk up behind him completely un-noticed. He was writting a response to a Nene Message. Nene was alive.
"Where is she?" Sylia found herself asking out loud, and startling Mackie.
After computing what sylia had just asked Mackie cheerfully responded "She's just out of Tokyo with the A.D. Police. Linna landed with her, but she doesn't think that Priss made it. She wants to see you."
"Hmmm" Sylia thought about it, "Alright let her know I'll contact her soon."
Mackie wrote that in the e-mail right away. Sylia turned and continued into the kitchen. She smiled. They weren't dead. And if they were here, Priss surely was. If any of them, she would have known if Priss was dead. Now how to possibly organize a meeting to give them they're petty cash reward, and request further services, and all while Tokyo was in rubble. Pouring the Vodka into her coffee she pondered this. Raising the cup to her mouth she noticed the bandage on her hand. She winced. All she ever wanted to do was stop what horrible thing her father had started, and now what has her life come to? If Nigel could get the parts to build new hardsuits...
Priss glanced over at her bed. Linna was still in deep slumber, tangled in the sheets. It was kind of cute. Priss scoffed to herself 'Oh, come on- you know she's not you're type.' But her eyes lingered on Linna's figure. So stubborn, and so strong. No one is that strong though, Linna could be broken. Actually being broken is usually where strength comes from. Priss started to wonder what Linna's hurtful past could have possibly been. Couldn't have been anything like losing the love of your life to a boomers, and insanity. Fucking Boomers. They destroy everything.
Linna moaned and rolled over, falling out of the bed with a thump. That woke her up. Priss couldn't hold back the laugh. Though she was able to cut it off rather quickly.
"Nice move" She mocked. Linna blinked at Priss a bit stunned. It all came back to her in a flash. she went on a search for Priss, and found her. Here she was, still. She stood up.
"I meant to do that" She brushed herself off and kicked off the remainder of tangled up sheets. "It's how I wake up in the morning." She boasted. Could she make up a worse excuse? She sighed.
"Uh-huh" Priss continued to file threw her music files, as she was originally doing.
Linna stumbled over next to her, "What are those? Are those the songs you sing?"
"Yeah, some of them." Priss pulled out one. It was one she wrote over a year ago. She felt it could use a slight re-vamp, and it would be a perfect tune to a new song for her current mood. Linna just watched as she worked. She found it extreamly boring after a time.
"So, Priss?" Linna interrupted her deep in work friend.
"Yes?" Priss looked up from her desk.
"What do you eat here?" Linna asked.
"Hmmm" Priss tossed her work on the desk casually. "I guess I could go for some food, I'll show the country girl how it's done on the streets"
A few minutes later they were about to loot a grocery store. "This isn't anything new." Linna looked at the destroyed store. Priss walked right in and picked up what was salvageable for eating, and carriable. Linna grabbed some of what Priss told her to and a case of beer on top of that.
Nene peeked out of her door. She didn't want to be attacked by Leon again, but she wanted something to snack on. He wasn't anywhere to be seen, so she hopped out of the room and found her way to the lounge. Bagels and cream cheese, perfect. She grabbed 3 serving and turned to go back to her room. Leon was towering over her.
"You didn't mean that earlier did you?" He asked, "I mean, you were just pullin my chain right?"
She sighed, she wasn't sure what to answer. It was annoying to be proded about Priss. She ducked around him and kept walking. She was glad Mackie wasn't like that. Mackie was a nice boy who understood when things went wrong.
Leon slammed his fist against the coffee machine. Coffee began spraying everywhere. He tucked his hands in his pockts and left the hotel. How could Priss not have made it? They were doing so well. He'd of had her in the sack in no time. Not that that's all he wanted, he was just looking forward to it. Priss was a goddess.
Sylia knocked on the crumby hotel door. This was such low quality for scum bags, much less police. It was early afternoon now. She had decided to round up her girls shortly after hearing that the Boomer production had been upped 50% for rebuilding the city. The new CEO was far more ignorant that Mason had been, and knew nothing of the trouble Genom was going to cause. As long as there were Boomers, and Sylia was alive, there would be Knight Sabers.
Nene called threw the door "Leon?"
Sylia cocked her head lightly "No, not at all."
Nene threw open the door, "Sylia!"
"That glad to see me?" Sylia teased.
"well... er.. " Nene refused to act like she adored Sylia, after all Sylia might get the wrong idea "Are you going to pay us for that last mission?"
Sylia walked in the door and Nene closed it. She turned back to face Nene again, "Of course. We need to have a meeting. Tonight. If you join me in getting Linna I'll treat you to dinner on top of the mission's pay."
"Wait, wait, wait..." Nene shook her head, "What's the rush on the meeting? Tokyo doesn't even exsist right now..."
"We'll talk about it when we're all together." Sylia frowned.
"Hmmm.... So what kind of dinner?" Nene grabbed her small pile of stuff, and prepared to vacate the lwsey hotel.
Mackie handed Nigel a wrench. He had almost finnished the first suit. He was obviously unhappy about the job, but wouldn't say it. Mackie was rather sure it was because of the color of the suit. It was the white one. Sure enough, Sylia was too stubborn to stay out of one. She had told Mackie that she wanted hers done first because her's was the only one left intact, just needing repairs. Next they were to work on creating a new one for Linna.
Priss fell back down onto her bed, closing her eyes. She was bored. With her band gone, she couldn't have them practice with her. With the knight Sabers gone she couldn't go beat the shit out of Boomers. What would she do now? Linna sat down next to her.
"About what I said last night Priss..." Linna brought up very shyly, "We can just forget about it, I just had to..."
"Had to give it a shot?" Priss opened one eye.
"Yeah, I guess..." Linna's face was red again.
"True, I could have been..." Priss sat up, "Have you and Sylia talked about me?"
"Why sure, you are a Knight Saber too you know." Linna answered rather confused.
"No... I mean about you're crush on me." Priss said it very coldly. It made Linna wanna dig herself into a hole, and never crawl out again.
"No, Never. Why?"
"Heh" Priss grunted and layed back down.
"I mean I think she knew... but I never said anything."
"Of course she knew. That bitch knows more about us than you'd want to imagine. Fucking stalker." Priss rolled over, turning her back to Linna.
"What do you mean?" Linna leaned over Priss to ask. Priss didn't respond that time. Linna pondered for a second. "Is Sylia... you know?" She asked uncomfortably.
"Yeah." Priss sighed.
"Are you sure?" Linna asked in almost a hopeful way. Maybe she would have someone to talk to about all this stuff.
"If Sylia goes for girls?" Priss made it real clear this time in hopes to drop it, "Yeah."
"How do you know?" Linna questioned further. Sometimes it seemed like questions were all that came out of Linna. Time to stop anwsering any of them. Priss relaxed and tried to think fo something that made her happy. Nothing came to mind. Hell, maybe informing Linna about everything she and Sylia had been through might make a few hours amuzing. Linna had shut up on que. To break the nice positive silence, or to be her normal cold self. Fuck it, why not?
"Do you remember how Sylia and I met?" Priss asked.
"Not really, something about getting you out of trouble..." Linna recalled.
"She saw me being a viscious bitch to a bunch of cops. She followed me. She studied me, and found out all she could about me, then she met me in a bar one night. That's where she asked me to join her." Priss remembered it all vividly. she had written quite a few songs to the way she felt in those days.
"That's right. I remember her saying that now." Linna nodded.
"Yes, but what she left out is that she suduced me, Linna. She had me drunk off my ass, blindfolded me and took me home with her." Priss shook her head, "I'm sure you're imagination can fill in the rest of the night..."
Linna jaw dropped in shock. She blinked several times, then closed her mouth. Sylia had taken advantage of Priss? How was that possible? She had no idea.
"I had never cared about a damn thing until that night" Priss could feel the songs all comming back to her.
"You mean you..." Linna couldn't word her question.
"I had been as obsessed with Sylia as you are with me. I wasn't nearly as ashamed of it though." Priss looked at Linna with sincerity in her deep brown eyes.
"Then what happened?" Linna was completely tangled in this story of Priss' past. Priss never told anyone anything about her past. It was with Sylia... maybe that's why.
"She didn't really want me. I was a sex toy, and her little warrior princess. That's all.The closer I wanted to be the colder she got. I guess my unwillingness to become a little princess pushed her away, or she got herself in too deep and couldn't hang. Either way, she drifted. After a that my lust fell into nothing but a deep loathing for her. Nene joined to Team. I would have left Sylia a long time ago if she hadn't put such a young pathedic girl on the team. Nene would have been killed without me. So I stayed. Though the Sylia I had once known her as was dead to me. My songs were sung, and rumor got around that I had been in love. Rumor got around that he died. If only they knew the truth..." Priss sneered.
"My god." Linna gawked, "So... Sylia was the guy that died? I never would have...."
"Mmm-hmmm." Priss hummed, "Well, that answers you're question."
"Priss..." Linna hugged Priss tightly, "I have one more question..."
Priss didn't feel the need to respond at all to that. What else was new?
"Why did you pick me?"
Priss wasn't even quite sure why she picked Linna. She was so stubborn, and so strong willed. She had a pretty face, and a nice body. Linna was attractive, in a very powerful way. Priss was drawn to this, in some strange way. She liked the competition, and the rush it gave her.
"If you won't answer that then maybe... Do you love Leon?"
"Hey-Woah-ho... Just because I got kissy with the guy doesn't mean I love him." Priss defended right away, "I've kissed a zillion men other than him."
"How do you feel about me Priss?" Linna asked yet another question.
"Hey cut it out." Priss punched Linna lightlty, "You said only one more and I answered it."
From the Punch Priss' hand landed lightly on Linna's. She took Linna's and into her own. Linna layed down next to her, thier hands tightly grasped together. Linna didn't ask anymore questions, and Priss didn't start anymore stories. They just layed there thinking about what thier futures might behold.
"Where is she?" Sylia found herself asking out loud, and startling Mackie.
After computing what sylia had just asked Mackie cheerfully responded "She's just out of Tokyo with the A.D. Police. Linna landed with her, but she doesn't think that Priss made it. She wants to see you."
"Hmmm" Sylia thought about it, "Alright let her know I'll contact her soon."
Mackie wrote that in the e-mail right away. Sylia turned and continued into the kitchen. She smiled. They weren't dead. And if they were here, Priss surely was. If any of them, she would have known if Priss was dead. Now how to possibly organize a meeting to give them they're petty cash reward, and request further services, and all while Tokyo was in rubble. Pouring the Vodka into her coffee she pondered this. Raising the cup to her mouth she noticed the bandage on her hand. She winced. All she ever wanted to do was stop what horrible thing her father had started, and now what has her life come to? If Nigel could get the parts to build new hardsuits...
Priss glanced over at her bed. Linna was still in deep slumber, tangled in the sheets. It was kind of cute. Priss scoffed to herself 'Oh, come on- you know she's not you're type.' But her eyes lingered on Linna's figure. So stubborn, and so strong. No one is that strong though, Linna could be broken. Actually being broken is usually where strength comes from. Priss started to wonder what Linna's hurtful past could have possibly been. Couldn't have been anything like losing the love of your life to a boomers, and insanity. Fucking Boomers. They destroy everything.
Linna moaned and rolled over, falling out of the bed with a thump. That woke her up. Priss couldn't hold back the laugh. Though she was able to cut it off rather quickly.
"Nice move" She mocked. Linna blinked at Priss a bit stunned. It all came back to her in a flash. she went on a search for Priss, and found her. Here she was, still. She stood up.
"I meant to do that" She brushed herself off and kicked off the remainder of tangled up sheets. "It's how I wake up in the morning." She boasted. Could she make up a worse excuse? She sighed.
"Uh-huh" Priss continued to file threw her music files, as she was originally doing.
Linna stumbled over next to her, "What are those? Are those the songs you sing?"
"Yeah, some of them." Priss pulled out one. It was one she wrote over a year ago. She felt it could use a slight re-vamp, and it would be a perfect tune to a new song for her current mood. Linna just watched as she worked. She found it extreamly boring after a time.
"So, Priss?" Linna interrupted her deep in work friend.
"Yes?" Priss looked up from her desk.
"What do you eat here?" Linna asked.
"Hmmm" Priss tossed her work on the desk casually. "I guess I could go for some food, I'll show the country girl how it's done on the streets"
A few minutes later they were about to loot a grocery store. "This isn't anything new." Linna looked at the destroyed store. Priss walked right in and picked up what was salvageable for eating, and carriable. Linna grabbed some of what Priss told her to and a case of beer on top of that.
Nene peeked out of her door. She didn't want to be attacked by Leon again, but she wanted something to snack on. He wasn't anywhere to be seen, so she hopped out of the room and found her way to the lounge. Bagels and cream cheese, perfect. She grabbed 3 serving and turned to go back to her room. Leon was towering over her.
"You didn't mean that earlier did you?" He asked, "I mean, you were just pullin my chain right?"
She sighed, she wasn't sure what to answer. It was annoying to be proded about Priss. She ducked around him and kept walking. She was glad Mackie wasn't like that. Mackie was a nice boy who understood when things went wrong.
Leon slammed his fist against the coffee machine. Coffee began spraying everywhere. He tucked his hands in his pockts and left the hotel. How could Priss not have made it? They were doing so well. He'd of had her in the sack in no time. Not that that's all he wanted, he was just looking forward to it. Priss was a goddess.
Sylia knocked on the crumby hotel door. This was such low quality for scum bags, much less police. It was early afternoon now. She had decided to round up her girls shortly after hearing that the Boomer production had been upped 50% for rebuilding the city. The new CEO was far more ignorant that Mason had been, and knew nothing of the trouble Genom was going to cause. As long as there were Boomers, and Sylia was alive, there would be Knight Sabers.
Nene called threw the door "Leon?"
Sylia cocked her head lightly "No, not at all."
Nene threw open the door, "Sylia!"
"That glad to see me?" Sylia teased.
"well... er.. " Nene refused to act like she adored Sylia, after all Sylia might get the wrong idea "Are you going to pay us for that last mission?"
Sylia walked in the door and Nene closed it. She turned back to face Nene again, "Of course. We need to have a meeting. Tonight. If you join me in getting Linna I'll treat you to dinner on top of the mission's pay."
"Wait, wait, wait..." Nene shook her head, "What's the rush on the meeting? Tokyo doesn't even exsist right now..."
"We'll talk about it when we're all together." Sylia frowned.
"Hmmm.... So what kind of dinner?" Nene grabbed her small pile of stuff, and prepared to vacate the lwsey hotel.
Mackie handed Nigel a wrench. He had almost finnished the first suit. He was obviously unhappy about the job, but wouldn't say it. Mackie was rather sure it was because of the color of the suit. It was the white one. Sure enough, Sylia was too stubborn to stay out of one. She had told Mackie that she wanted hers done first because her's was the only one left intact, just needing repairs. Next they were to work on creating a new one for Linna.
Priss fell back down onto her bed, closing her eyes. She was bored. With her band gone, she couldn't have them practice with her. With the knight Sabers gone she couldn't go beat the shit out of Boomers. What would she do now? Linna sat down next to her.
"About what I said last night Priss..." Linna brought up very shyly, "We can just forget about it, I just had to..."
"Had to give it a shot?" Priss opened one eye.
"Yeah, I guess..." Linna's face was red again.
"True, I could have been..." Priss sat up, "Have you and Sylia talked about me?"
"Why sure, you are a Knight Saber too you know." Linna answered rather confused.
"No... I mean about you're crush on me." Priss said it very coldly. It made Linna wanna dig herself into a hole, and never crawl out again.
"No, Never. Why?"
"Heh" Priss grunted and layed back down.
"I mean I think she knew... but I never said anything."
"Of course she knew. That bitch knows more about us than you'd want to imagine. Fucking stalker." Priss rolled over, turning her back to Linna.
"What do you mean?" Linna leaned over Priss to ask. Priss didn't respond that time. Linna pondered for a second. "Is Sylia... you know?" She asked uncomfortably.
"Yeah." Priss sighed.
"Are you sure?" Linna asked in almost a hopeful way. Maybe she would have someone to talk to about all this stuff.
"If Sylia goes for girls?" Priss made it real clear this time in hopes to drop it, "Yeah."
"How do you know?" Linna questioned further. Sometimes it seemed like questions were all that came out of Linna. Time to stop anwsering any of them. Priss relaxed and tried to think fo something that made her happy. Nothing came to mind. Hell, maybe informing Linna about everything she and Sylia had been through might make a few hours amuzing. Linna had shut up on que. To break the nice positive silence, or to be her normal cold self. Fuck it, why not?
"Do you remember how Sylia and I met?" Priss asked.
"Not really, something about getting you out of trouble..." Linna recalled.
"She saw me being a viscious bitch to a bunch of cops. She followed me. She studied me, and found out all she could about me, then she met me in a bar one night. That's where she asked me to join her." Priss remembered it all vividly. she had written quite a few songs to the way she felt in those days.
"That's right. I remember her saying that now." Linna nodded.
"Yes, but what she left out is that she suduced me, Linna. She had me drunk off my ass, blindfolded me and took me home with her." Priss shook her head, "I'm sure you're imagination can fill in the rest of the night..."
Linna jaw dropped in shock. She blinked several times, then closed her mouth. Sylia had taken advantage of Priss? How was that possible? She had no idea.
"I had never cared about a damn thing until that night" Priss could feel the songs all comming back to her.
"You mean you..." Linna couldn't word her question.
"I had been as obsessed with Sylia as you are with me. I wasn't nearly as ashamed of it though." Priss looked at Linna with sincerity in her deep brown eyes.
"Then what happened?" Linna was completely tangled in this story of Priss' past. Priss never told anyone anything about her past. It was with Sylia... maybe that's why.
"She didn't really want me. I was a sex toy, and her little warrior princess. That's all.The closer I wanted to be the colder she got. I guess my unwillingness to become a little princess pushed her away, or she got herself in too deep and couldn't hang. Either way, she drifted. After a that my lust fell into nothing but a deep loathing for her. Nene joined to Team. I would have left Sylia a long time ago if she hadn't put such a young pathedic girl on the team. Nene would have been killed without me. So I stayed. Though the Sylia I had once known her as was dead to me. My songs were sung, and rumor got around that I had been in love. Rumor got around that he died. If only they knew the truth..." Priss sneered.
"My god." Linna gawked, "So... Sylia was the guy that died? I never would have...."
"Mmm-hmmm." Priss hummed, "Well, that answers you're question."
"Priss..." Linna hugged Priss tightly, "I have one more question..."
Priss didn't feel the need to respond at all to that. What else was new?
"Why did you pick me?"
Priss wasn't even quite sure why she picked Linna. She was so stubborn, and so strong willed. She had a pretty face, and a nice body. Linna was attractive, in a very powerful way. Priss was drawn to this, in some strange way. She liked the competition, and the rush it gave her.
"If you won't answer that then maybe... Do you love Leon?"
"Hey-Woah-ho... Just because I got kissy with the guy doesn't mean I love him." Priss defended right away, "I've kissed a zillion men other than him."
"How do you feel about me Priss?" Linna asked yet another question.
"Hey cut it out." Priss punched Linna lightlty, "You said only one more and I answered it."
From the Punch Priss' hand landed lightly on Linna's. She took Linna's and into her own. Linna layed down next to her, thier hands tightly grasped together. Linna didn't ask anymore questions, and Priss didn't start anymore stories. They just layed there thinking about what thier futures might behold.