Eagerly tapping butterflies on the floor, jumping, swirling upward and downward without end. Kicks flutter like the flaps of wings grasping air to stay longer in its temporary grasp only to stop when hitting the ground only to take flight again.
The jumping would have been acceptable, tolerable even. If the protection they were thankfully unnecessarily given and wearing didn't make Bad Noise every time Bhavna landed on the floor and went into the air again.
The scraping, as if the smooth metal on her wrist was being pressed against her teeth without the ability to bite down on and just bear nonexistent sound. Immaterial Bad Noise.
But being melodramatic was for after the matchup. Lingying finally decided to indulge her waiting friend to ascend the staircase into the launching bays, more hard plastic-ish scraping in each step up but her friend already hurried upward the steps two to three at a time to get to the top.
She would've jumped on to the hard surface if it wasn't for her armor getting stuck onto the edge of the last step slamming down onto the entrance.
"Shǎguā."
(Dummy.) Ha. Idiot.
The floor was still her bed even when Lingying managed to get to the top as well. An outreached hand downward and a light left upwards.
Once they were back to standing on both of their feet, Lingying paused, asking for a moment of her friend's time.
" .哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈 " A rasping laughter with a slight amount of pointing and exaggeration. Not really. It was just making fun of persons stupidity in the nicest way possible.
(Lmfao.) Lmao. Rofl. Truly funny.
"Dumb."
Bhavna flipped her the bird then reoriented another bird sideways to point at said original bird. Come on. She should control herself more.
"Come on. Even you would do that." She had no idea.
An offended groan and a now walking away person doing pre-flight systems checks. Now she had to help her.
Her sikh was already on the pad mostly assembled, it just needed someone to compact with. It looked… very. It didn't not look scary, it was just if someone got an empty suit of armor made of tapestries and chainmail then puffed up the space inside expanding it like a balloon in height and girth. It looked like a haunted suit of armor that was dipped in liquid silk set to dry.
It had a lot of weapons on it. A shield, and the two separate swords with a knife.
But first Lingying got the bracelet on her wrist, and threw it to where was probably her launching bay making sure not to break her stride to stop for it, the rematerielizing light casting her a shadow.
Bhavna didn't stop, she wanted to look at the lightshow for a very normal reason that Lingying didn't share.
"快点. 你需要在一定程度上关心胜利。" She was talking to herself to a certain extent, actually she was just pretending to talk to Bhavna.
(Hurry up. You need to care about winning a little.)
Bhavna groaned again and pushed past her breezing through all the superficial checks. Lingying tried to help but then realized she forgot how to do them. Which just led to more groaning.
"You doing alright ਭੈਣ?"
(Sister.) It was one of the first words she learned from the program.
Bhavna genuinely considered it for a few too many seconds. Then gave her a gentle thumbs up. Well, they can deal with it later, hopefully. She can't lose her friend.
无论如何. Bhavna jumped onto the stepping poles installed on the side of the suit and mounted into the sort of stilts that comfortably fit her feet and armholes that kept her stable.
Lingying went onto the back and wound the power bank, cranking in the battery until it was properly locked in. A simple button press and the machine turned on with the force of a flashlight with new batteries.
Now this balloon was contracting around her friend, the machine drilling into the locking holes embedded in Bhavna suit, trying to connect itself to wrists, elbows, knees for puppetry. Lingying just tried to focus on finishing the process, just for the sake of her friend ignoring the noise ever reminiscent of a drill hollowing out her teeth. Clenching her fists to get through this.
Then it was over. Everything was green.
A few motions to ensure fluidity, and synchronization, a metal fist grasping the air with now active servos. She could handle that herself.
Lingying walked back to her fully formed suit, something she always had to notice when she looked at it was how fat it was. It looked like a stumpy creature that would hobble instead of walk. And the ugly colors. The bands around the "legs" and "arms" looked like they were strangling the blood flow this machine had to it's limbs.
She went inside and tried to ignore the noises the compaction made, the suit as a contested necessity that it was thankfully muted some of the Bad Noise.
This is it. It's over. Motion was captured, everything was flushed out. She knew herself well enough. Time to subdue with fighting.
They both locked into the launching pads, the lights flashed their colors. Then the fray was entered again.