Ninjas of Love

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"B..B...B...Blake!" Emily spluttered out the huntress' name in disgust, fighting back tears. "I'm sorry. You're beautiful. Finish the pizza. You can't build the muscle you need with no fuel inside you." Blake fired off vague platitudes and motivations in a madcap attempt to recover for her badly-timed humour. "Valid point." Emily mused, biting into a slice of pizza that was practically smothered in juicy, black olives; meanwhile, Blake was internally punching the air with relieved joy that she hadn't just sent Em spiralling into breakdown- a transgression that seemed all too easily done. She was doing her best to help the other team's entire diversity quota, but she privately thought that the brunette simply needed to grow a pair of the proverbials. Cajones. Balls.

"Blake, that was a bit rude." Ruby said, remarkably quietly and meekly for somebody who usually resembled the Duracell bunny after taking a significant quantity of ketamine. "Oh come on, Rubes. Blake was trying to lighten the mood." Yang rushed to her black-haired friend's aid, before continuing with a stern, "If you ever make my girlfriend cry again, I'll cut you", which drew a few of Team BECK's lips slightly upwards at the corner in a mirthful smile. "Anyway, let's discuss something that won't make any of us cry. Or cause us to say toxic, offensive things." Weiss mediated the conversation with a surprising lack of irritating dickhead-ness, save for her omnipresent, overwhelmingly posh vocal tone.

A great pall of silence was laid briefly to rest over the eight student hunter-slash-huntresses, as they all thought deeply about just what they could discuss with no chance of causing some kind of argument or mental breakdown. After roughly eleven seconds of blissful, empty silence, the tranquility of the living room was shattered like glass under a sledgehammer, as Miss Ruby Rose opened her mouth. "How about the Vytal Festival? BECK, who would you want in the next round? Or really not want? It's so exciting to find out what you thought. And wasn't Penny great?" Ruby was abruptly cut off from finishing her potentially endless soliloquy by Yang's soft, pale hand sliding firmly over her softer, pinker lips. "Ok, so let's go with that idea." Yang said, tightening her grip as Ruby tried to create muffled noise against her palm, until her younger sister's head turned an alarming shade of fuchsia. As Charlie opened his mouth to give his answer, Yang relented and relinquished her vice-like grip on Ruby's round little head.

"I feel we could put up a good fight against those weird raver ones. Whatever their name was."
"Team FNKI." Emily said, always happy to inform her brother that she was more knowledgeable than him. "Team Faggots, that's it!" Charlie exclaimed, before continuing calmly. "They lost their standout performer indefinitely, right? And the others are all relatively run-of-the-mill, decidedly average fighters. I feel like, if Emily and I really bring our A-game to that match, we could snatch a win and qualify for the singles rounds." The other seven, including Charlie's doubles partner and half-sister Emily, all nodded in a show of approval. "On the other hand, I really wouldn't want to fight those Team PINC lasses. I have faith in us but Penny seemed to have some kind of Death Star laser beam that destroys people. We can't compete with a Death Star!"
"That's what Wedge Antilles thought, Charlie, and we all know what happened to him." Emily pointed out sagely, as if suggesting she and her brother use some form of guerrilla tactics should they draw Team PINC in the quarter-finals. "I don't." Charlie responded. "I've never seen Star Wars." Charlie felt Ruby's disdainful stare beat at the back of his neck like rays of sun burning it a bright scarlet.

"Anyway, I disagree with the honourable gentleman here about who I'd want to face. I'd quite like to have an indi-go against Team NDGO."
"That's my girl!" Yang interrupted, proud smile on her face, whilst Charlie struck his palm firmly against his face. "Anyway, let me explain." Emily regained control of the situation with a sternness in her voice that brought her soft Gaeltacht lilt to the forefront of her words. "You saw their match, right? The towering inferno that engulfed them all in unreal amounts of heat? That, as we saw and as we can extrapolate- using this technique I picked up on Patch called common sense, is going to cause some nasty injuries to all four of them. Octavia is pretty used to fire, but her hand still ended up looking like a McDalton's apple pie. I bet you all ten Lien that not one of Team NDGO go into their quarter-final match on one-hundred per cent aura. Charlie and I, however, will. That is an objective advantage, and that's why I think it would be some sort of coup for us if we got to finish NDGO off in the second round. As for who I really wouldn't want to come mano-a-mano with, I'd have to say ginger Daft Punk." She caught a glimpse of silver looking semi-angrily in her direction as she gave Penny a new nickname.

Weiss yawned loudly. Team BECK, all of whom were both new to Weiss and just the presence of upper-class people in general, were utterly taken aback at their newfound knowledge that even yawns could sound posh and sneering when delivered by the right heiress. "I'm going to head to bed now. I shan't force any of you to follow suit, but we're heading to the arena early tomorrow to watch from the stands. For that reason, I would recommend that the rest of you are not too far behind me." Weiss enunciated every single of every single word as if it was going out of style, much to both the amusement and incredible annoyance of Charlie. "Sure thing. Me and Em will be in in about ten minutes." Yang reassured the silver-haired girl, dragging her brunette girlfriend up by her wrist.