RP: YSS Miharu Mission 5, Aftermath (3rd day)

"Yeah yeah, you'll see what it is when y'--..." Asher stopped, his idle wave-off of Masako halted in mid-air. He looked over at Kyoufuu for a moment, his eye twitching once as a small bead of sweat ran down his cheek. If Masako left, that meant Kyou had all the leeway she needed to hunt him down again. So he did the only thing he could think of. "Kuro-Juni! Hold up!" went the Malifarian, spinning on his chair and quickly standing up. Once he got his balance from shooting up, he held up his hands to emphasize himself, leaning forward at her with a somewhat serious expression.

"Uh... One mo' thing."

Kyoki said:

"I guess that's one way to look at it," Rin responded somewhat awkwardly to the hopeful, but still really rather morbid, observation of Tori's. "But I was also talking about the ones that are left too, like you, Tori."

"It just feels... weird being in the medbay on the Mokuren. Their sprites are like us and yet so very different...."

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"Yeah," Tori said, squinting at the skeleton of Yukari's armor, now exposed. It was in surprisingly salvageable condition.

"We're not able to lift an entire ton, for instance. And we can last longer in a fight than 20 minutes."

Masako quickly turned as Asher suddenly had more to say. A small grimace crossed her features as she raised a questioning eyebrow at the taller Malifarian. "Yes, Westwood-hei?" she asked calmly.

"Oh! Uh..." Asher cringed at that, not having anything previously loaded to put into this social mess-up. Normally, with anyone else, the Malifarian would have a quick, cut and dry solution. This time, however, he had to do something that wasn't quite himself, otherwise, he'd be running from Kyoufuu all day. Though, being anything other than Asher was difficult for the man. "There wass' somethin' I always wanted t'--..." What was it? Say, do, see? Argh! Screw it! I need somethin' now.

Without a second thought, Asher's already presented hands squeezed Masako's chest. For the first few seconds, his face gained a dreamy, satisfied expression. The Juni's body had always been a little bit of forbidden fruit, and the feeling of her clothed chest under his hands provided a grand sense of accomplishment. It was as if he had completed a grand quest, and was now groping the princess as a reward, instead of having to rescue her again. Though, the sensation would quickly fade.

Wait, why!? Why didja' betray me, my hands!? thought Asher in horror as he realized what he had done, and turned his hands to face them, as if to have them answer for their crimes.

I dunno, but it was nice~ replied his hands.

Y'gunna' get me killed! growled his brain.

Y'gunna' get me bored. went his hands quietly.

"Thanks!" said Asher, spinning on one heel to leap on the table, and tried to escape, hopping tables to the door.

Masako seemed about ready to leave with Asher being speechless. However, there was a sudden pressure on her chest that shouldn't have been there. Confused for a moment, the young Warrant Officer looked down to find the culprit(s) of said pressure. At first, she was still confused. Then a feeling of dumbfoundedness crawled through the confusion, which was quickly followed by embarrassment as Asher squeezed her breasts. Her cream-toned cheeks flushed crimson moments before her face began to quickly change to the same color. Another emotion was following, even consuming, her embarrassment. Anger and rage were quick to take the place of all emotions before them as the enlisted man turned to escape what he had to know was coming.

However, even he couldn't have predicted how Masako would have acted...since there had been no basis for it. After all, no one had really angered Masako to the point of physical violence before (if you didn't count enemies). Using her inertial flight, Masako lept up into the air and came at Asher with a full power drop kick towards his shoulder blades. "PERVERT!" she shouted like a war-cry.

Masako's foot collided into Asher's back with enough force to send him straight into the ground. For everyone watching, it would've been a rather theatrical strike. The Juni had caught the man in mid-air, as he was just leaping off the first table, the mere transition from up-to-down made the Malifarian's face melt from hurried, to strained. He collided right into the ground with the muffled sensation of one of his ribs bending almost too much. Though, it didn't stop the man from clawing at the floor as he tried to get up, and away from the enraged Juni.

"Hey!" growled Asher back as he scrambled up in a hurried, panicked way, his legs kicking as hard as they could to escape. "I'm not the one wit' tha' bite-sized, buxom body! Wear a sweater!"

"And you should control yourself!" Masako snapped as she landed behind Asher and then jumped into the air once more. This time, it wasn't to attack the taller man. Instead, the Warrant Officer was moving to pounce onto Asher's back to pin him to the ground.

"You should be used to seeing women in tights. This is the Star Army of Yamatai after all!"

Finally! Asher had gotten into speeding up for the run, until he heard Masako speak again, and he made the mistake of turning to return the reply. That's when he caught sight of a feral Masako ascending into the air and bulleting down on him. He had just enough time to spin on his heel to throw his hands up. The colliding Neko took him down onto the ground, his body sprawled flatly onto the floor, as he found himself onto the ground. Though, one improvement was that Masako was on top of him, in a situation where he was positioned like this with a woman, it was usually the other way around.

"Oh yeah?" grunted Asher, giving Masako a defiant look, before turning on a serious gaze. "Iss' not my fault," his hands clasped on her buttocks, and gave that a squeeze too, "that y'find m'learned appreciation of tha' female form, in this case yours, offensive."

Well, this was certainly an embarrasing situation. Masako was currently straddling Asher in a manner that any one but the pure minded would find rather -- lewd. That was especially trun when Asher's hands reached the Warrant Officer's rear.

Needless to say, the expression Masako gave the enlisted man was not an amused one. "Your 'appreciation' of the female form could use a little tact," the raven-haired Neko replied before she physically grabbed Asher's ear much like a mother would a naughty child and pulled.

"And maybe I should just leave you to the mercy of Gunshin-hei."

"Augh! Daa-Damn it!" growled Asher as Masako pulled his ear, which in turn made him cringe and tense. His left clawed at the floor to get away from her and her deathly mother-grip. Meanwhile his other hand simply got more inappropriate as he began to spank her bottom to get her off of him just as any naughty child would to someone elses mother. "If y'gunna' do that' at least gimme' a runnin' start! This pinnin' business ain't fair!"

"Kyah!" Masako suddenly yelped in surprise as she released Asher and jumped. She hadn't really expected a smack to the rear, but in hindsight she probably should have. Now she had given the Malifarian a chance to escape as her jump and the way she had been pinning him combined into a problem that made her fall backwards onto her behind with a grunt.

"Gah!" she whimpered a bit in pain.

"Freedom!" went Asher jovially, as he once again stumbled up as quickly as he could. The Malifarian was free of the buxom Neko's weight, and he was already making his way over another table in his escape. Hopefully Kyou hadn't had taken the opportunity to block any exits, and soon, he'd be scot free!

What Asher hadn't realized, in his haste trying to get away from Masako, was that he'd come all of the way back to where he'd left, and he was vaulting over the table Kyou was still sitting at, not quite sure what she'd been seeing. Nonetheless, her responses to Asher running were all but preprogrammed at this point, and her hand shot out with only the slightest hesitation, trying to grab his ankle as he went by. She'd like to say otherwise, but letting Masako catch up to him was only a secondary objective there, watching Asher get tripped up was plenty amusing on its own.

A door, any door would work, just to get out of this mess of mess hall. Asher threw a leg forward after leaping over another table. He caught a glint of blue and yellow out of the corner of his eye, before realizing something. By the time that realization came home, Kyoufuu's hand wrapped around his ankle. Before his trajectory and pitch were utterly ruined, he kicked himself for practically throwing himself back at Kyou.

"Shit!" yelped the Malifarian as he twirled somewhat comedically through the air, and landed right on his face. His body was laid out in an unnatural way, before turned over onto his back. The collision had dizzied him somewhat, but he could make-out the wavy blue hair of his anchor. He gave her somewhat a weak grin before hovering his hands over his chest, "Yours are softer, more squish."

"Then maybe I should tenderize them," Masako suddenly said as she landed near Asher's head. Standing over him, the Warrant Officer glowered down at the man.

Kneeling down, she then seemed to change her mind before reaching down in an attempt to scoop up Asher's head and put him in a headlock. "Or maybe we should go for a walk." Masako stated vaguely.

"Eh...?" went Asher as the feet landed beside his head. He was still a little dizzy from the shock of his head hitting the floor more than twice in the same morning. His vision slowly cleared up to see the vicious Masako descend on him. He almost got to moving, slapping his hands on the floor, but her arms had already gotten around his head. "Fffffffff--," hissed Asher, biting his lip, "--uck."

The Malifarian squirmed for a moment, making lack-luster attempt at getting free. With little avail he simply sighed, and stared off into space.

"Eh. I'll go f'tenderizin' y'chest, but I know that ain't tha' answer y'wanna hear." He said, looking up at Masako out of the corner of his eyes. "Yeah, walkin' sounds good." His grin then turned somewhat lecherous, "So, uh, you wearin' a black bra, too? Or do y'like t'mix colors? Juss' curious."

Doshii Jun said:

"Yeah," Tori said, squinting at the skeleton of Yukari's armor, now exposed. It was in surprisingly salvageable condition.

"We're not able to lift an entire ton, for instance. And we can last longer in a fight than 20 minutes."

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"That's not really what I meant," Rin replied somewhat meekly. "I meant that they... just act different. Maybe it's because they're just a different, er, family? Is that the right word?"

Watching Tori work made Rin walk back over again to look more closely. "Anything I can help with?"

Kyou's face almost hit the table in front of her when Asher continued to demonstrate his total lack of tact or sense of self preservation. She looked down at the pair on the floor, trying not to laugh at how much trouble he was likely going to be in. Now he'd managed to annoy the same officer who had told her to stop trying to take him out, which she assumed meant that she was off the hook and could go back to beating him up once the Juni wasn't in the way.

"Nah," Tori said — then thought better of it. "Y'know, yeah. Can you grab me a new plasma torch cartridge from the toolbox? It's behind the crate of salvage."

She kept talking, oddly enough, as Rin went for the cartridge. "I think it's because they're dumb to life, sister," she said, pulling out her pneumatic hammer. "We saw all kinds of shit and lived. They don't. They see shit and they die. That's how it was back then. Mara said something like that once, that our chances of living are way outside the heads of the old models."

Masako ignored the comment about lingerie and tightened her hold a bit. "Glad you've agreed," she stated with an adorable smile. Instead of releasing the man and standing up, the Warrant Officer stood up while still holding Asher in the headlock.

"Come along, Gunshin-hei. I think we're done eating," Masako said before dragging Asher along by his head.