Larissa spent at least half an hour thinking of ideas to occupy herself."...A training room." Camellia's voice repeated in her mind. Perhaps some exercise may pass the time.
She snuck out of the cabin, locking the door before searching for signs in the hallway to the training ground.
After a good run of navigation, she found it.
The door squeaked open.
Her eyes trailed to every corner of the hall.
She sighed, unfortunate to see that she wasn't the only one here.
Monsoon in one corner, Sam in the other.
Larissa quietly walked over to a wall with complete weaponry; from blades to warheads.
She grabbed a hold of a HF Katana blade, similar to what her friend Kuze had given her.
In one of the storage rooms were carriages of items such as fruit to use from their training. "...?" Larissa was silent for the moment. Fruit? Well. This'll be new.
Hearing a slight sound, Monsoon sighed. It was only the new girl. What was her name again? Larissa. She heard Camellia say it once or twice. His body was still as he watched her grab the HF katana from the arsenal wall. What will she do? He was growing curious as she dug through the supply closet before pulling out some crates of old fruit. Fruit. Of all things? With a shrug, his arm started to dislocate and separate from the appendage before hovering using the appendage's own magnetic force.
Camellia got to work on one cyborg in the meanwhile. Once again, minor tune ups. It was kinda boring, but thinking back to the room and Larissa, she frowned. She lived on the street? She was probably so bored right now. Glancing down at her tablet, she sighed. Maybe some of her favorite soap operas will cheer her up. Opening the door, Camellia glanced down the hallway before heading back to their room. The door was locked. Next place to check was the training room. Maybe she went there. With a hop in her step, the doctor made her way to the training room.
"Oh Larissa, I was wondering if-" Her body moved instinctively as parts of a shattered pineapple whizzed past her head. "W-What-?!"
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Camellia! Has it really been two hours already?" Shouted Larissa across the stadium.
"Its alright, you didn't hit me" Camellia laughed. Their giggles quickly died down. Was Larissa working that hard? Camellia knew that she would never have the strength to do what they do.
"Not yet. Only an hour or so passed, but I didn't know if you had anything to do, so I was going to let you borrow my tablet, but I see that you are kept busy." Looking around, she sighed. What a mess. Picking up an apple from the floor, Camellia chuckled as she balanced the apple on her finger.
"Looks like you didn't get this-" Something black zoomed past her, but stopped. A floating hand hovered, the black sai piercing the apple before Monsoon's arm retracted back.
"You need more work" Monsoon stated before turning away, tossing away the apple that was stuck on his weapon. Camellia's mouth opened and closed as saw Sam give a shrug of his shoulders.
"Whats with people trying to hit me with fruit? Whatever, anyways, seeing you made a mess, I might as well help you."
Larissa leaned down silently before turning her head, making the doctor smile.
"Larissa. Let me help you." Feeling the prescence looming over them, Camellia looked over her shoulder. It was Sam.
"Not bad." he said. His Brazilian accent hung heavy and lingered. Damn...it was a nice accent. "Still, like Monsoon said, you do need work." Sam repeated.
"Right, I get the point-"
Was that Larissa's voice? Camellia shook her head.
"Hey, don't get so down-" Sam's light-headed chuckle rang in her ear before a gust of wind, made the doctor give a step back. "W-What was that all...about?" Looking down at her white lab coat and her outfit underneath covered in fruit juices, the wavy haired brunette sighed.
"Why thank you Sam, for absolutely- you know, Nevermind." Camellia simply shrugged it off with a sigh. She couldn't stay mad at Sam. Out of the four, he was the least likely to attack you for no reason. Her blue eyes peeled themselves away from Sam's tall figure before looking around. At least everything was in one spot. Was he trying to help? Looking back at Sam, her finger pushed up her thick navy frames once more. Damn, why do they always slid down? Why can't see look cool and not like a nerd?
Thankfully the mess wasn't all that bad to clean up. At least she helped Larissa clean. Despite what happened, she was still discouraged.
Afterwards, "I meant what I said back there... I mean, they have cybernetic enhancements... They're complete cyborg! Of course they're superior... Of course they're better than me... I need to freshen up." Grumpy Larissa announced.
"I might as well, since my outfit is completely stained in different colours. Anyways, don't listen to them. You have something that they don't. Actual flesh. Most of their bodies are fully metal. Its not the best lifestyle" Camellia explained. She didn't like to see her friend like this.
"The hell? What sort of bathroom is this? No showers? What kind of a cabin doesn't have a shower?"
"Nope. The showers are communal, so they are in the hall. Of course, male and female are separated." A change of clothes along with a towel was draped over her arm before passing a towel to Larissa from her locker-like closet. "Why don't we freshen up?"
Monsoon sighed as Sam passive-aggressively helped them. Why help them? They made the mess, so they had to clean it. The girl was fragile, easily fazed by one's skills if they are superior. This would have to change. Monsoon was silent as they left. During the whole cleanup, he tried to practice, yet his senses lingered on Larissa. Why? Was it because he was curious to see if it would develop the skills to live or die on the battlefield? It was plausible. Coming out of the hallway, he heard the two of them. Talking about god knows what. Seeing the towels in their hands, Monsoon made the correct assumption, yet still followed Sam silently.