Ninjas of Love

Pinks, Reds, and Assorted Dickheads

"Tabharfaidh mé as duit, cailín ríomhaire." Emily bit back, clearly understanding Penny's remarks were meant in jest- though her voice exposed her as being just a little hurt by them. "Ádh mor, noob faoi mhichumas." Penny replied, her voice more distorted and sounding like a text-to-speech program. "I'm sorry, friends. My translation function is still in pre-alpha, so not everything is running perfectly smoothly." Penny apologised, her voice back to its charming girlish ways. "Still," Yang said, a profound annoyance in her voice and a steeliness in her facial expression, "you should be working on other things first. Like not being a dick to my girlfriend."
"I'm sorry, Yang; I didn't believe I was..."
"PREPARE TO DIE, YOU ROBOTIC WHORE!"
"Yang, no!" Ruby, Charlie, Emily, and Weiss cried out in terror.
"Yang, yes!" Yang responded, her hair beginning to glow and her eyes taking on a deep scarlet colour.

She charged forward at the Penny, as if her ginger hair had been the red rag to Yang's raging bull, her fist outstretched and ready to send Penny through the whitewashed breeze-block wall. As she swung her fist toward Penny's enviably smooth face (it's not difficult to keep an effective skincare routine if you're a robot), Penny pushed her outstretched right palm forward, striking Yang in the left-hand side of her ribcage. This sent Yang hurtling backwards at a great speed, until she crumpled like an accordion upon hitting the opposite wall of the dressing room. "I did say no, so you can't blame me this time." Weiss remarked, extending her hand to help her teammate back up. Yang grabbed hold of Weiss' perfectly manicured fingers and dragged herself back upright, clutching her ribs with the other hand.

"Yang, are you alright?" Emily asked, concerned for her closest confidant's well-being. "Of course. 'Tis but a scratch, m'lady. And even if I wasn't, I don't mind- as long as I'm defending your honour." Yang replied, breathing in deeply at the end of each sentence as she fought the urge to let herself cry a little bit. "Yang, three things. Firstly, please don't lie to me. If you're not okay, it's perfectly fine to tell me so I can help. I can see you're hurt. I can see you need help, but you're letting your pride get in the way. Just let me in, and I promise it'll be nothing but beneficial. Secondly, you weren't defending my honour. Penny was clearly just trying to banter with us- she just doesn't really understand how us humans use subtle intonations and expressions to show we're joking. Which meant it sounded like she was being a big hexadecimal cunt. But she wasn't trying to invalidate me. Now thirdly, and I would argue most importantly of all, please never try the old-timey speak again. It suits you about as a quick swim suits short-circuit over there." Emily hobbled over to the blonde, cane tapping on the ground as she walked. She took Yang's hand off her thorax gently, and wrapped it around her. Yang slowly melted into the embrace, and softly pressed her head into the the shoulder of Emily's jacket to dry her moist, briny eyes surreptitiously. "I guess we're cripples together." Yang joked as she faintly whispered into Emily's ear. "And when Penny says something like that, she's suddenly evil?" Emily whispered back. "Touché, you wonderful, cuddly sket." Yang giggled.

"Right, guys." Yang said to draw the attention of the eight others, pulling herself abruptly from Emily's loving hug. "We should go get some lunch. Any requests?"
"Yep!" Ruby called out, practically jumping on the spot. "I swear to God, if you say...."
"BURGER MONARCH!"
"Nah, too generic." Blake vetoed the suggestion.
"THEN WHAT ABOUT ANWAR'S MEAT AND FISH EMPORIUM?" Ruby said, her voice painfully loud for Kerian. Weiss rebutted this idea with a simple scowl. "Oh fuck it." Ruby said, more calmly. "There's always McDalton's." Through virtue of no-one having a particular problem with the proposition of a tasty McDalton's, the nine-strong gang set off.

"Hold on!" Penny cried out in sudden realisation. "What is it?" Weiss asked exasperatedly, which earned her a quiet growl from Ruby. "Can I go grab Iris, Naddie, and Ciel?"
"I'm not sure that's what we had in mind." Weiss apologised.
"Yes, of course you can, Penny!" Ruby affirmed, making sure to be louder than Weiss. "Ok!" Penny replied, beaming a message to her teammates. As the original nonet found their way out of the arena, they were caught up by the three remaining members of Team PINC.

Emily was utterly taken aback by two things: just how quickly the trio had changed out of their combat gear, and the beautiful garb that they had changed into. Iris had decided that it was- as her outfits go- dress-down Saturday, and had opted for a pair of skintight, dazzlingly white, leather trousers, paired with a torn t-shirt bearing a motif of popular pop-punk band Yellow Night. She oozed modernity and style, while Nadeshiko- or "Naddie" as she was known to her friends- had seated herself at the precise opposite end of the spectrum, opting for an ultra-traditional look from her country of origin, Mistral. Her luscious hair, black as a raven's wing, was scraped back and held in place with a maiko- or geisha-esque kanzashi. Below her head, however, she had opted for an even more old-school style. She was swathed in the soft fabric of a pastel-pink, florally-adorned kimono which only exposed her wooden sandals. Last but not least, Ciel had basically changed into a flashier- but like more comfortable- version of her combat gear. The beret was a simple blue felt, which beautifully brought out the honey-brown of her eyes. Her simple leather wristwatch was gone, in favour of a larger, gaudier watch- Billy instantly recognised as an Atlesian brand from the reflections in the metal and the way they distorted- probably RWlex or Pissot. Her skirt, jacket, and shirt were all- at first glance- the same. That is, until one noticed the beautiful gold stitching and piping that subtly complemented the blues and whites of the outfit. The colour scheme and complementing components were pure class, and Ciel exuded that class through every pore of her diminutive body. "Wow." Emily said, lost for words- an occurrence which is certainly not commonplace. "Y'all look beautiful." The responses Team PINC gave ranged from "You really think so?" (Nadeshiko), through "You too." (Iris), all the way to "I'm well aware." (Ciel).

"Anyway," Weiss said, her voice stern and frustrated, "now we're all here. All twelve of us, let's go to McDalton's. I want to be back in time for SSSN versus EEMO."
"Yeah, we're going." Blake said huskily. "Trust me, I really want to see Sun."
"Disgusting!" Weiss proclaimed, as she led her legion of students to the three-team ship, a Mistralian ship called the Hoshikawa Zero. "Pilot, take us to McDaltons!" Weiss ordered the helmeted man. "And, Blake, we don't want to know about the history of this ship, understood?" Blake reluctantly nodded.