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So, variable fighters are a frame option, right?
>synthy tunes
>Macross
So, variable fighters are a frame option, right?
Plank Sinatra
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"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
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Forum: General Interest Checks
<Snipped quote by Plank Sinatra>
Sometimes I wonder if BASL is Ben's harem or Lauren's.
You got a good head on your shoulders, then.
Ben is for all his girls.
8:30 AM.
It was around 8:30 AM every morning that the first of Lorena Negasi's three emergency alarms would kick off, attempting to rouse the foreign student from whatever adrenaline, food, or babe-induced coma she'd been knocked into. Next would come the alarm at 9:45, and then the third and final one at 11. If nothing had woken her up by then, the day was considered wasted, and the next twenty-four hours were spent exercising and intermittent RSPN binges in an attempt to purge the sloth from her body. Back in the continent-hopping days of her second decade alive, this ritual was a fairly common way for Lauren to spend her days.
But clearly, she was getting soft in her old age. This morning, only one alarm was necessary.
Although...
most high give me another hour UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGHBRUHBRUHBRUHKILLMEBRUH
...she was usually more of a morning person.
where the hell
Her bed had more covers than this. Cap, that fucking driven snow looking...fucker! Of course she was in Ben's bed, who else was ignorant orgasmic feeling of being cocooned by eight to eleven layers of bedding and covers the way he was? And to think they were besties!
"he ain't ma bredda he a bumbaclot" Lauren murmured sleepily to the sleeping white devil beside her. One hand sleepily made its way up to her bra and went to grasp at her phone, fingers shuffling for the blessed 'silent' switch on the top of her phone...
...and grabbing a...
a...
stroke stroke stroke
dildo!
The knuckle on her little finger brushed against a hand-sized grip towards the bottom of the shaft.
weird dildo
That's because it was Lawnslot! She remembered now. She had plucked it straight from the table before the eyes of an awestruck, disbelieving Ben, and stuffed it in her fancy new designer handbag...which had gone...
...
...
"cap"
"Caaaaaaaaaaaap."
Lauren rolled over onto her side, seeking out her phone, or the best friend who had stolen it from her like the sore loser he was. Instead, she felt a source of body heat where there should have been none on Cap's lithe, fuggable physique.
Wait, Cap grew boobs?
She was starting to regain cognitive function...if not quite full sobriety.
Liiiiiight the beacons! What a time to be alive! Light the beacooooooooohitsamy.
Her phone's alarm was still playing.
Was it between Amy's boobs?
Should she ask for it back?
Should she take it?
There was a whole wealth of new numbers in there that would be lost forever if Amy's boobs crushed her phone...
blink
The fuzzy shapes of the Bastille dorm were darkened by sleep.
blink
And then started to clear as Lauren Negasi opened her eyes, beginning her first real weekend off as a student of higher learning.
In bed.
With another girl.
At least partially dressed.
What the hell has happened to me?
"Deezii-ur."
The word was muffled by the pillow still burying the bottom half of Lauren's face.
"Bruh. Where's my phone?"
That wasn't much of a way to greet a teammate, though. Especially a hot one.
"Your tits are way nicer up close."
Most tits were, but still. She had woken up on her very first alarm.
If Amy really liked her, she'd cut her some slack.
S A N G U E
Ha! 5'10 and 280lbs, skinny bitches!
I'm not obese, but apparently I have dense muscles. Whatever the fuck that means.
okay hagrid
WAAAAAAAH
please eat something
its not that simple and YOU KNOW IT
P R O T E C T B I R D B R A I N
she is a s p y
Strong as Ed. Slick as Eddy. Natural Double D.
Oh, this was cruel. She had to put a stop to this. She had wielded Lawnslot a handful of times in combat class - and even on their mission this morning, which already felt like a lifetime ago - and she recognized the sheer work and craftsmanship that had gone into it. Plus building Ben a new tonfa from scratch was gonna seriously cut into her [TBA] plans for the weekend. What if she wanted to improve on Lawnslot? Or go out shopping? Or...or...on the other hand...
Ben was notoriously easy-going. If she tried to return Lawnslot to him, he would only force her to take it, bet or no bet. And more likely than not, if she didn't accept this bet, he would only come back with one even crazier. Soon, he would end up betting vital organs. A kidney. A spleen. One or both testicles.
(Wait, I own those!)
Taking a badass weapon she could improve on (or flip for profit) away from Ben was...
...the best way of protecting his testicles!
She was such a great bestie.
"Cap," she said solemnly, already pulling out her wallet, "you've got a bet."
Behind her Beacon Student ID and her suspended driver's license (one year and fifty one weeks to go!) was a small treasure trove of business cards to be whipped out on a moment's notice. They tended to add a little bit of legitimacy to any quick smash-and-grab con job, even though any asshole could make them in a computer program or buy them on the Internet for less than ten bucks. Still. In the eclectic lighting of a club, it wasn't like the professor was gonna be able to read it anyway. She'd take her at her word.
People liked keeping Lauren cheerful.
Lessee here...here we go! Fashion!
Lorena Negasi
Camera Technician, Atlesian Accessories
Camera Technician, Atlesian Accessories
...Heh heh. What a gig. Lauren kept those changing room cameras running like they were monitoring nuclear footballs.
Lorena Negasi
Showroom Model, Igneous Automotive
Showroom Model, Igneous Automotive
That was from her last stay in Mistral. Pretty fun time, even if she wasn't that comfortable in the little black dress the dress code demanded. But at least no one ever thought to investigate the eye candy when convertibles went missing...no one except her brother, anyway.
Nadia Lorena White
Underwear Model, VacSun
Underwear Model, VacSun
woohoohoohoo how'd that get there
Better hide that one from the rest of the team.
Lauren Negasi
Saleswoman, Vale Style Co.
Saleswoman, Vale Style Co.
Aha!
"Start the clock. I ride."
Lauren confidently pulled herself up from the booth and began approaching the bar, quickly sizing up the Beacon professor and wondering what the best way was to make her approach. She could go for the fawning gold digger routine, the confident drink plug, the interrogation expert...
Aha.
She knew just what to do.
Within eight seconds of reaching the bar, Lauren reached for Estelle's handbag, nestled safely beside her chair, and grabbed it brazenly.
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