Konductor back again and currently dying via college. Christmas break is the only reason I managed to get this out, someone help me. I also might be able to get another out before year's end, but no promises.

This is a continuation of the last chapter and I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you think in the comments, I really appreciate the feedback.

Thanks for reading and have a happy holidays!

Posted: 12/24/18

Edited: 9/17/19

"What did I just walk in on?" White asks the unendingly stoic Purple as the conversation falls silent. The oldest of the four — and, unfortunately, the youngest looking of the bunch — had tuned in as fast as her workload allowed. Though, it seemed she managed to dodge a bullet by being late.

A shame she can't avoid the next dozen.

They aren't talking with each other face-to-face, no, that would only cause a fight to break out. Well, more like a physical brawl instead of the screaming match that just took place.

Communication between the goddesses is standard, it wouldn't help if they couldn't talk to one another. The three screens showing the other CPUs isa shared project amongst the nations and, to be honest, White rarely sees it being used.

If anyone of them wants to talk, Celestia is the place of discussion. Private meetings could also be held there, but business tends to stay in the nations.

Considering the rift between the four parties, peaceful talks are far, far away from view. Celestia is a battlefield and the Console War would continue for the imminent future. Which makes this impromptu meeting off.

The patron of Planeptune sighs, leaning on her hand. "Green was mentioning the possibilities of yet another ball to encourage niceties for our people. All in all, it was just another veil to hide the fact that we will remain crossing blades until a winner is declared. Black wanted to veto the idea, it being a falsity and because of political problems going on."

The seafoam-haired teen huffs from her screen, "There are always problems in that dreary old nation. I don't see the issue in facilitating a sign that we are together to the outside world."

Red eyes fall to the empty image of the dark deity. "So, where did Fluffy go?"

The four of them are very volatile, given they are growing into adults.

White didn't bother looking at her counterpart, the brat would just throw her growing chest in front of the camera and gloat again. Purple is the sole goddess who acts as she did before: arrogant, quiet, unfriendly, stupidly powerful, and eternally looking down on them.

It's almost as if puberty didn't touch her — which is bullshit since she wouldn't stop staring at Black — but she's smart enough not to poke at that relationship.

Greenie did enough of that in Celestia and she always got thrown around like a rag doll in exchange. Getting her kicks off of annoying everyone would only going to get her killed. White rubs her neck, reminiscing of the time Black nearly lobbed her head off in a moment of rage. Yeah, that's something she did not need happening anytime soon. Lowee needs its leader.

"Venting," Purple yawns, politely covering her mouth with a dainty hand. "And getting answers. She was just told by a staff member that all the Basilicoms have agreed to hold a peace conference with the nations currently in power."

White leans back in her chair with a frown. A gathering? She doesn't remember hearing that from any of her people. Mentally backtracking a couple steps, she comes up with a total blank space there. Weird, 'cause events like that tends to be common fucking knowledge.

Are they trying to make it a surprise or give her less work?

"That sounds new to me. I don't recall ever overhearing any mention of that. Why is such a big deal for our fourth?"

There's a CRASH and muffled yelling from the empty screen.

A shitty eating grin creeps ontothe Green's smug assface. "It's stationed in Lastation next week and our darling, little fourth knew nothing of the planning until now." Oh.

Oh, yeah, that would be a major thorn in her side to just be informed of a celebration. For a perfectionist having to deal with that in less than a week... no wonder she's pissed.

There are the guests the Basilicom has to deal with, setting up the venue, the entertainment that has to be prepared, just about everything else and then the backup plans to every slip up that has a possibility of happening.

Because that is going to happen, knowing Black. If her strategies on the battleground reflects her habits, there's no doubting she would be paranoid.

"Did you not tell her anything or did her staff keep their mouths shut on the topic?" White asks, getting a shake of a head.

Ah, the blame isn't totally on that moron then. What a shocker, Green would've loved to cause some problems for Black. "So her church were the people who kept quiet? Seems pretty rude to their patron for not speaking up about it." The regality is sort of a mystery to the rest of them..

The twin-tailed immortal shrugs, "From the yelling, I heard that they were planning on surprising her. Apparently, she would've vetoed the idea of having in Lastation. Typical of her, but it looks like her staff got the upper hand this time."

Mortals are a cunning group of beings that they rule over.

People who are so divided and yet so damn close. A painful contradiction in her opinion.

The four aren't human in the slightest, they have human forms to blend in and to garner sympathy or whatever but little else. The blue-haired teen didn't know about the rest of them, but she enjoys being in that form more than anything. Is it abnormal? Probably is, given that White is a goddess.

Someone to rule over her people. Not one to live with them. It didn't work like that, no matter how peaceful and almost meaningless living like that is. There's a kind of longing in her, but to not have to deal with all this stuff is a dream that doesn't make a lick of sense.

"Hey, off topic, but, ah, do you two have any hobbies to kill the time?" That question gets her looks from both of them. None of 'em are bad or anything, they're were just judging and confused.

White would be the same if a rival asks her about hobbies of all things. Still, the subject is important to her and doing only paperwork is draining on the soul.

"I know Black spends her time crafting," the strongest among them starts, earning herself stares. "Something about needing to use her hands to remain calm."

Which makes sense with how fidgety Fluffy could get but the stares still remain. "As for myself? I simply indulge on whatever pleasures I have. Sleeping, eating, training and so forth.. However, I do some sewing when the urge comes to me and play whatever games catch my eye."

Eyebrows furrow in her direction. She really didn't want to know why Purple knows that about Fluffy. Information is nice and all, just not info so closely relating to a fellow goddess and her equally immortal stalker.

Fuck, is that why the violet deity is so into her darker counterpart?

The teen's has had her eye on the snow-haired ruler from when they met as children, it hasn't ended since then.

In fact, the obsessiveness frankly became even more insane with age only makes it worse. Having an angry Purple Heart on her ass is not a way to live, she's just a wildcard.

It's just bullshit.

Crazy, fucking bullshit that she did not need to get involved in. She had freaking self-preservation, unlike the apple of the most dangerous' eye.

Or maybe it isn't Fluffy's fault.. ugh, damn it, knowing her pursuits, attracting Purp is probably unintentional. "I do not want to know how you know that about her and I do not want to know anymore details about that stalker shit, alright?"

The fact that the teen isn't even looking embarrassed from her admittance does nothing to help.

Actually, it rarely ever helps.

Green gets out a long and tired sigh, rolling her eyes. "Goddess above, why is she continuously brought up? There is no need to pull such a—" and that's where White is gonna stop the brat, because she is not spurring an angry warmongering deity into getting pissed again.

"—Neither of us care, you moron." She glares, sending her tentative partner a shut-your-fucking-mouth-now look.

Why is she always starting shit here? What's the point in tryin' to tick off their strongest? Did Greenie want to get bat around like the oversized bouncy ball?

"This is for business, not stirring the damn pot again, and this is me asking for advice to give me some decent shit to do in my free time. Do not make this another pissing fest, I swear I will beat you with your screen if you do." The immortal inhales, trying to cool her temper down.

She wants to scream right about now.

Fuck that noise, White always wants to start screaming when someone wouldn't calm their freaking tits.

"Fine, fine. I partake in gaming, mostly. Online multiplayer games is what I do to unwind, though," Green eyes her older half, "I do doubt someone of your stature would garner any amusement from that. Occasionally, when computers are out of reach and no one is on, I do dabble in some painting and culinary affairs."

Lowee's ruler exhales, "Thank you."

A jab is acceptable, she knows it would be coming when Green's speaking her mind.

Everything, every single thing has to be a battle between all of them.

Not one piece is simply discarded, no. It's a fight amongst them and everything has to be used.

How the hell they are supposed to even look like they are working together when they all want is to kill each other? If this seafoam-haired pain in the ass keeps on with the passive-aggressive bullshit, someone is legitimately dying in the not so distant future.

There's no damn way she'd be able to keep Greenie alive if she keeps on purposefully stepping on the other pair's toes. Doesn't the the verdant brat know any better?

She massages her forehead, feeling the oncoming headache barreling closer and closer to her. It's a miracle none of them have died in the past century or so, why did growing up have to cause so many problems along the way?

Puberty is dumb for a bunch of girls that are never mortal to begin with. Why does becoming bigger even matter? It's so damn complicated.

Maybe White is just ticked that she of the four hasn't grown a shitty inch. Maybe it's because the youngest kept on swinging her tits around like she owns the place. Maybe thinking about it made it worse, but damn it, she is tired of this crap.

If ol' Fluffy were here, some threats would've been thrown about and miniature bouts would have to have been sorted out. Goddess help them if the snowy-haired idiot walks in on what's being talked about.

"Please tell me you didn't say shit like this when Black was here." Please, please, please tell her that they didn't start something stupid.

Take it from her harrowing experience — getting decapitating by a disgruntled little puppy was neither cute or funny — messing with Lastation's rep is just not worth the pain.

Sure, Purple wouldn't mind, but White is vastly different compared to that bitch.

The most important part being that White isn't a fucking sociopath like the other divinities. None of them are close to being that stable, all three of them have problems. And, unfortunately for White, nobody is admitting it. Hell, none of 'em are willing to touch the notion.

Black Heart is the easiest to figure out. Now, she wasn't tossing the blame on anybody, but there is a feeling that the nation had screwed up on raising her. She isn't blaming it on the idiot, since Black did try to be amiable throughout business, regardless.

Though, it is becoming pretty frickin' obvious she's losing every single shit about what is going on.

The young woman is a definite sociopath, though, more so than the other two.

The lack of real moral fiber, the tendency to lie, the apathy shown to the world, and even the impulsiveness. Granted, the eldest is no doctor and couldn't diagnose, but the signs are pretty fucking obvious and the entire list couldn't be the fault of Fluffy herself. Something is up and she knows it.

If she wants something, Black gets it, regardless of anything in her way. Dedication or maybe it's just how directionless the teal-eyed CPU tends to become when the fighting died down. Which makes sense with how progress is skewed for the eastern nation.

The bright side to her is the utter lack of bullshit most of the time. She's extremely straightforward when she says she is and has a good bit of honor in her to not go backstabbing.

"The majority of what Greenie said was making jabs towards her staff," Purple yawns, chin resting on the palm of her hand. "You can imagine how our fourth reacted to the idea of disloyalty within her ranks. Not surprising, seeing how militaristic leanings have influenced the regality. Her nation is dependent on loyalty, especially the in-workings of her Basilicom. Rumors of her eliminating betrayers are rather rampant."

"I can never tell if any information spread around the cities are close to being unvarnished. My distaste for our teammate aside, but trusting mere whispers is ill-advised. Humanity adores gossip," Green hums, glancing at the still empty screen. "It is much too easy for me to poke at the exposed side of her. A charlatan does deserve some of the frustration."

"Could you quit with the accusations too or is just a part of your personality?"

"Oh that's normal. Unfortunately for the rest of us, the heron loves to chirp and squawk. Fitting, considering that she is a damn bird, through and through." An unimpressed voice cuts in as Black sweeps back onto the screen, flicking some hair over her shoulder.

The frown on her face sure as hell didn't mean anything good would be happening anytime soon.

The brief glaring contest between the conflicting parties is a natural occurrence, but the frigid look in those teal eyes of their fourth conveys some very bad things.

Pissed couldn't begin to describe how fucking annoyed she is and, for the sake of her nation, White keeps her yap shut.

She met Fluffy enough as a kid to know what that stare entailed and wants no part of it. Lowee and Lastation are tight back in the day, only in less of a rainbow and sunshine type of way. They respect each other and it hasn't ended — the Console War be damned — with what shitty conflicts pops up.

"What was so crucial to take so long?"

Teal peers at the twin-tailed goddess before closing with a weak sigh. "Intelligence tells me we'll be having uninvited guests, regardless of how… polite I am. A crying shame that negotiations scarcely never go smoothly in my case." Black grumbled.

Everyone stiffens at that.

Of course, of course, someone has to add rain to an already stormy parade.

White did not need more crap along with welcoming more high and mighty officials. "Are you saying that more assholes are gonna be comin' out of the woodwork?" It is times like these where tearing her hair out sounds about right.

The Console continent are largely divided with its CPUs being so young. Them 'playing' in Celestia doesn't help whatever unrest that grows. So, nine out of ten times, the war has to be cut short when the Shares near an unacceptable level. None of them could afford to lose their standing.

Add to that some bastard going around and stirring the Goddess-damned pot along with their troubles, well, it gives birth to very disgruntled deities. People trying to overthrow them suck.

Is it any surprise that one of them's on the borderline of homicide these days? How she pushes that shit under the rug is one of the biggest mysteries of in White's lifetime.

Actually, no, how the hell Black manages to hide the murder from her, never mind the other two, is one of the the biggest mysteries. She isn't subtle — especially not on her thing for Purple Heart — and there isn't a smidge of her going to admit otherwise.

"Unfortunately, yes. I must apologize—"

The bitch herself interrupts, "Don't. We can't blame you for what's been unraveling for years now. You've been warning us that some are getting quite restless lately?"

Purple Heart gets away with shit by her creepy ass cult she has going for her. How the goody-two shoes pulls that off, she would never really know. Nor does she want to figure that out. So much of that cheery, happy crap she spouts is a lie and ugh, dealing with her is a headache in itself.

She has to have another face, something vastly different and White knows it.

There is just the problem of finding it and using that against the bitch.

Which is nigh fucking impossible.

Despite the proximity of their nations, the blue-haired CPU can't stand the twin-tailed teen. It's hard to say who has the shittiest relationship with who, seeing as they were going for each other's throats, but the two of them barely get along.

There's always a hate-love thing going around between the four. No one who isn't a part of their group is allowed to kill them.

Black — who loves to swear up and down on her stance otherwise — is the biggest contender to enforcing it. How to describe it is weird, they care enough to prevent anyone else hurting them but still want the war. It's just a fucking weird topic, alright? Nobody likes talking about it.

But there's something about Purple that White finds.. unsettling. Like the soft ring of warning bells whenever the bitch gets too close to nicking her.

Her gut did not enjoy Planeptune or its ruler.

Purple Heart is a menace and that opinion would never change.

She's dangerous, it insists and persists over the few years. A whole 'nother ball game that she sure as hell isn't ready to bash into dust.

Green raises a hand to get the group's attention. "My question is how a bunch of children hope to best the four of us. Our single weakest," the snow-haired young woman twitches at that, "has always been enough to crush the resistance out of any impending force. This has played out before, yes, so why do so again? What is there to gain by repeating the past?"

White rubs at her eyes, ready to finish this. "Then, I'm gonna assume you're going to go about it anyways, Fluffy. Typical response from you." Never the safe one, Lastation's head is.

"Next time, I'll try to throw you off then," the irked goddess promises, blatantly dismissing Green in her entirety.

"Do I not deserve a reply?" The moron grits out.

The smile that Black gives her should have been the answer.

'Should have been' being the key words, because — knowing the blade that regularly gets to cut down their foes — is a matter of self-preservation.

She isn't going to raise a fuckin' fuss about this either. Her idiot of a partner gets what she asks for by being a total ass.

Green Heart might be fast on her feet, but that top heavy idiot never makes the right choices when lighting a fuse. Ironic, given her temper, but that shit isn't relevant.

The four were divided not because of power. Rather, they are paired up for the sake of keeping the meager peace maintained among them. A near impossible task, seeing as one-half regularly takes to bothering their other. And swapping partners is begging for trouble.

Last time Green wasn't paired with her, Purple almost killed the moron.

Leanbox's rep has to be by White and White alone. A fact that continuously twigs her the wrong way. It isn't a bad feeling that the goody-two shoes inspires; no, something more confusing. Why she's so damn clingy to her is anyone's guess. No way in hell is White ever going to ask her, that would just make more problems.

And seeing as the CPUs always got into a verbal bashfest, she didn't need more problems piling up on her. She would accept passive-aggressiveness, not paperwork.

The sneer that implants itself on the cool visage of Black screams indignation. This is how the continental shares shifts beyond proper comprehension. Because of a shitty hissy fit. "Now why would an unimportant bird like you deserve one?"

"You overrated rabid dog!"

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"Were you flirting with the waitress?"

Playful crimson stares into livid blue for a moment before going back to wandering through the cafe. "Of course not. The dear just looked so unhappy, I couldn't help myself." The young woman says, licking her lips.

Blanc, more like White, rolls her eyes at the flirtatious idiot. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that. That giddiness is not at all convincing, I hope you realize that."

"Shhhhh. Don't say those things, I was just being nice, you know? A cutie like her doesn't deserve to look so put out." Noire insists, poking the opposing immortal on the forehead. "Think of it as one of the aftermaths of you and that damn bird's spats, you obviously need a pick-me-up. One I never actually gave you when we were in the middle of another borefest, but it's the thought of it that counts."

How the hell she skims through the war is mystery too, fuck.

Then again, this is Noire she's talkin' to.

"You have gotta be shitting me. This better not be about another one of your schemes. I came here because of that announcement, nothing else."

"What about the cafe?" At her glare, Noire chuckles, "I kid, I kid. You love this place."

She settles into her chair, taking a quick look around the establishment before trying to relax. Fuck, there's still the feeling of someone watching her, but there's no Goddess damn sign of them. Still, the place is as nice as ever and, despite being in this nation, it is a favorite of hers. Who knew Planeptune has such a cozy, quaint place like this?

The cafe isn't as bad as she thought. The goddess-turned-mortal remembers being so frazzled the first two times they came here. Noire, uh, Black never fails to show the picture of calm when meeting in this place. A sign of just how damn stupid she is or the sheer assurance she's packing underneath it all.

This place is not somewhere that she'd normally see as a comfort zone. More like a place to have a panic attack, get caught and then die pathetically. But preservation sure as hell is not her.. companion's strong suit. That's being a murder hobo.

More emphasis on the murder and less on hobo. The regality's patron is much too refined for the latter to fit. Because Goddess forbid White ever having to deal with a sloppy puppish idiot.

Having a private meet n' greet here is.. damn ballsy of them, yeah. The whole city and what miles is beyond is entirely Purple Heart's territory.

The smarter option would be talking in their own areas, but no luck with Black. The dark-haired CPU always had control over where these little get togethers were. And she has hardly ever thought about basing them in a safe and protected place. Lastation and Lowee are overlooked for more lucrative sites. Because, of course, why not?

'Cause someone has a damn death wish and her tactical genius extends to paranoia is why.

Now, White — not Blanc, not the mortal, just like how it is Black and not Noire — didn't find it to be that big of a pain in her ass. There's always a method to the madness when it came to the darker deity.

This time the reasoning is predictability.

Not a big shocker, seeing that it is the trickster herself who suggested it.

But anyways, they have enemies. Big ones, a bunch of bastards that need to die before any damage is too deep to recover. She knows that; this is a cycle and her nation knows the score to a T. People would take advantage of the new leadership, people want war, people don't give a shit about each other.

The four of them have inherited a cruel world. Loyalty exists in a few and necessity makes it so they're raised a hell of a lot different than a traditional goddess.

Blanc has the backing of past goddesses, an upper hand the others sorely lacks. That lilac-haired crazy was raised by those who once had a CPU and were insane. Her current tablemate had been taken in by a radical group of Lastation, who were once of Lowee, and trained as the person she is today. And finally, the youngest and most aggravating of them all took to being brought up in the newest nation.

Back then, it was a time that might as well been a mad dash for stability. Obviously, the faux peace doesn't last.

Pausing in her skimming of the menu, White eyes her companion.

Lighter, brighter, so much happier.

The whiplash from Gamindustri proper and Celestia is jarring. But B–White knows the one in front of her.

Even dressed up in a fur collar green jacket, blue button-up and khaki pants did nothing to change the reality that this is the other half of the monochrome pair of theirs. The terror of many of their foes seems to fit in with a mortal life.

Funny, how the antisocial Black manages to get by on surface and how she really doesn't. Maybe, the days up above are taking a toll on her. The Console War is viewed dimly by the raven-haired teen, hell, she even took to ditching whenever it 'got too abysmal' or so she says.

Is this one really that's better adjusted here? Interacting and being super smiley with complete strangers?

White didn't have enough balls to disobey the need to do so. Yet, there the idiot goes, ignoring Purple and Green and vanishing. But now isn't the time for that, is it?

For both of them, their hair is tamer. Less wild, less chaotic and infinitely more manageable. Her tablemate's own is a smooth and almost princess-y curtain of obsidian. Once again, the contrast with her immortal form and how it somehow works. Hers has been trimmed in a way, it's springiness calmed and forming a not so restrictive bob-like cut.

No need to mention the whole blue-to-brown and snow-to-raven for them, that's ancient history for a pair that has known each other since they were freakin' kiddies.

They are friends and that shit.

The warmth that erodes in the years of warfare and clashes is back in place. And having the peace to see it makes White feel out of place. Her wearing a light green cutesy ass dress and looking nothing how she normally is… it's putting her on an edge, alright?

The asshole who is watching them chat. The bouts that are happening in Celestia almost endlessly. The fuckers who want to ruin the good in the world and are planning on shitting on everyone's parties. The feeling of danger that presses against her gut in Planeptune. The smiling face of not-Noire.

Thwap!

Blueish-grey eyes blink as she registers the stack of napkins hitting her face. What.

"You're thinking of Stupid things, dear~!" The grinning idiot basically sings, their waitress looking between the two of them with her notepad pulled out, thoroughly confused. Goddess, has she—? "Don't mind her, my friend over here is a deep and meticulous type of person. We're competitors, you see. She's even trying to write a novel too."

Wait… What?! What the fuck is Black telling the mortal?! That's private information, damn it! Is this the shit that she did when people aren't paying attention or is White just that special? She's gonna get it for this.

First order of business is her mouth fucking working. "Y–You really do want to be sent six-feet under, don't ya? Geez, did you have to throw something at me?"

Good, good, so White didn't blow up on her. There's still some semblance of control in her when dealing with this one. She really shouldn't make a scene in the middle of someone else's territory. Goddess fucking forbid they run into that damn Purple Heart in their mortal forms.

Knowing the trickster's accursed luck, that would probably happen in the future. Shit, is the person watching them actually that bitch?

She shakes her head, trying to push away the paranoia.

A pair of crimson eyes close for a moment, the hint of confusion and panic fading in the blink.

Noire — Black, not her, why did White keep switching? — turns to the waitress smiling coyly. "Of course, I would hate to leave this lovely lady waiting for you."

"You are an asshole." White sighs, "I'll have a medium thai tea and that coconut chocolate cake." The ticked off ruler turns to her darker friend, "What did you get?"

"Well, there was a new set of menu items that came out recently." The idiot grins at the incredulous look she's giving her. "Sooo, I ordered the smallest portion for each. To be blunt, I don't come here enough and I really should if they stock like this."

It's moments like these that she wants the table to be reinforced. Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to handle her head slamming into it repeatedly. "That's over a dozen. Can someone like you even finish that?"

"Duh," a fork waves in front of her face as Blanc twitches at the action. "I didn't eat before coming, don't tell me you did. This is our day off, we should be capable of picking whatever delicacy catches our gaze. The food here is always so bright and manages to taste delish." Black muses, winking at their blushing waitress. Some things never change.

Trying her best not to groan, the short teen glares at her friend as the lady leaves to the kitchen. "Could, could you stop leading her on? Seriously, it's weird hearing it from you."

"Oh, she knows that." At the blank stare, she elaborates. "Do you actually think I would do that to a complete stranger? For shame, Blannie, I have more class than that. All I have been doing is complimenting her. None of it too salacious."

"Ugh, that sounds like what my.. ditz would say."

Ditz, Greenie is a ditz, isn't she? A clingy ditz that took to making moronic ass decisions whenever the other half of the four comes.

Why is it so damn hard to make up alternate descriptions about her? She's an annoying, oversized brat that loves to shove White into her chest. How the hell did Black get by without saying their names? No, wait, did she just say White's mortal name?!

"You look like I committed mass murder. I'll have you know that nobody has died." Awfully specific denial being thrown around there, ain't it?

Clearly her face makes another look of disbelief or something because Black continues on, "The most I've been doing is triple checking the preparations for that damnable function my staff did without informing me. There's no time for me to do any dirty work." She pauses as if realizing that it isn't the reason behind the stare she's getting.

"Oh, wait. That thing wasn't what you were looking at me for? Oh, come on, it's a nickname! At least I didn't say that Blannie Blannie Bi thing, ah... Too late."

White's face falls into her hands. "I hate you so much right now, puppy."

"It could be worse. Our youngest competitor could be here and immediately shove you into her cleavage and start teasing you after hearing that. Or, your danger sense could actual mean our lovely hostess is here and listening to us. Which do you prefer?"

That is an answer to so many of her nightmares. "Just, stop. Just, stop talking. Please, I don't want to hear another word come out of your mouth about that." Why does she decide on dining with such a trouble magnet?

Oh, that's right.

Because the other two CPUs are just as bad in their actions.

She could not be in the same proximity as her counterpart without something unbelievably shitty happening to her.

Be it a fight, someone getting hammered, property damage, or a recording released onto the web. The suffering brunette is pretty damn sure that's Black at work, but no evidence ever pops up. Alliances with Leanbox are short-lived for a good reason.

Her own little artistic version of hell and heaven. Leaning towards hell more than anything, though. How she's still sane after dealing with the three goddesses is a miracle and a curse.

"Sorry," livid looks up and meets crimson. "Being a bit too energetic today, am I?"

"Yeah, you kinda fuckin' are."

Noire looks away, looking almost sheepish as they wait for their food.

"This is sorta the only good day I've gotten this entire week. So, I'm probably taking my positive energy out on everything around me. I'm pretty much a total grump, otherwise."

This is not the confession Blanc — because, yes, White Heart isn't a part of something so personal — was expecting. Is this even a proper place to talk about stuff like that? They are in the open, inside a pleasantly lit and mildly crowded cafe, and are balancing the line of privacy altogether.

"Why are you telling me this now?" Why here? Why not in the privacy of a church? Why tell her in the first place? She is Noire's enemy, the representative of Lowee.

"You deserve some explanation," she shrugs as if that was it.

"You're way too calm about this crap." Blanc retorts, "I'm gonna tear my hair out inside. Is that why you're likely to gank me on some days and not at all on others?" Calm and undyingly irritable one day and blindingly happy-go-lucky the next. "You sure you're not bipolar?"

"Psssh, if I was, I would probably be a lot worse. And nah, I just don't feel it sometimes. Doesn't really help when my tendencies come into the equation."

"So, do you casually want to off me or is it just a thing for our little bouts? Because I don't appreciate figuratively losin' my head to you." Blanc grunts, jokingly making some stabbing motions with her spoon.

"How very fearsome your spade is," Noire mumbles to herself. "And nope, that's me getting aggravated and starting to lose any shit I have to give about anybody in my surroundings. Do recall that I view the game between us as little more of an attachment to my position. Were it not for a certain someone, I wouldn't bother coming to that stupid thing in the first place."

"Feelin' the love," Blanc says, resisting the urge to say anything too revealing. The brunette would swear up and down that someone has to be watching them. And she would be bashing Noire into the ground if it's either Purple or Green.

It's probably the bitch herself. Who else would be in Planeptune territory? Greenie wouldn't chase her all the way her, would she? Oh no, no, no, she is not thinking crap like that.

Noire snorts, "Please, I care about you. Somewhat." At the glare, she shrugs, "I don't want to lie to you. Would be mean, you know? Besides, the event is coming up in two days or so… I would like to be on acceptable terms with you, Blannie."

Blanc blinks at that.

Oh.. oh, yeah.

That important gathering of theirs — which is probably gonna get interrupted by some bastard — would be happening soon. Personally speaking, the eldest is going to blame Noire for making her forget about it and why they're really there. Maybe, there's a chance this entire meeting is for what was just spoken.

Talking with Black or Noire, without fail, is a toughie. Unlike her partner, who roams and raves like a politician that's been infected with boredom, the darker deity has a near literal silver tongue that everybody had the honor of havin' to deal with.

But at least Noire is kind enough to admit to the Goddess damn lying.

That's a hell of a lot more than the others would do.

"I.. I may have forgotten about that happening so soon.. You sure you have everything under control? The whole thing was basically sprung on you." By Blanc's half of all people.

Her idiot of a companion waves her off. "I'm gonna be fine. My staff had most of it under wraps already, I just checked and made a few extra additions due to recent information. A little bit of extra security, some more cloth and cleaning supplies, a pinch of foolishness taken away. Everything is under control. And oh, our fair lady is here."

The waitress smiles as she rolls towards them what has to be a rollable rack with trays. Each tray holding at least four or five different portions of food.

A crazy ass amount for only two people. No, no, not two people, for one peppy puppy sitting across from her. The shit ton, which Blanc thankfully doesn't voice, is going to be her friend's problem. She's fine with her cake, thai tea and the damn comfortable cushion the seat has. Of course, Noire's got to ruin it.

Actually, scratch that. The smiling idiot in front of her consistently ruins the good moments. Why? Probably some form of vindictive pleasure or something."You want some?" It's a kind offer, though. When are these get togethers of theirs not?

Unmistakably twitching blueish-grey eyes glare at her. "Did I frickin' ask?"

The grin is sure as hell trollish. "You aren't saying no~!"

"Fine," and it is then Blanc instantly regrets ever agreeing to come here.

"Say 'ah', Blannie!"

"Oh, go die in a hole, Noire." Yet, she still goes along with the unusually happy immortal's request… conveniently forgetting about the one observing them from not so afar.

xyzdreadnought: I hope this one sheds some light on things. Sorry for the confusion. I do try to mix the dimensions a bit, it just seems like a waste not to use Celestia if possible. But thanks for reading!

Guest: Glad to see you caught that. I try to get in the mindset of the characters if possible and Black, for all her tsun, has to be carrying some burdens. Though, I will say I made a few shifts in the characters to match their altered pasts, so there's that to keep an eye on.

Rpbautis: Noire smithing just seems to fit? She just seems like the do it yourself type. Besides, the idea of the goddesses having some other hobbies they enjoy is a nice picture. Black Heart working a forge equally so.

Guest2: Close. You hit some with Noire's caretakers dying, but you're a bit off the mark on how they died. As for the rest, you'll just have to read to see.