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Mariemaia Khushrenada Mar 1 2009, 03:02 AM Post #11
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Trowa had received a phone call, placed another artful kiss upon her hand and then released it. Mariemaia emitted a smitten sigh. Oddly Trowa went to the wall and removed a portrait, handing it to her, revealing a menacing looking device. He asked Heero for a hand.

Idly Mariemaia set the frame on the ground, propping her body upon it, curiously leaning forward.

"Well, crap. I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with one of these things”

Heero admitted causally, standing between her and Trowa. Mariemaia released an aggravated sigh and threw the painting aside. Confidently, she took stance between Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton, and whispered annoyed out of earshot of Lady Une. “Must I die a virgin—“ The teenager stamped her foot down angrily as she eyed the bomb. Suddenly feeling like a novice between these two handsome men, she uttered lowly and provocatively.

“Well an all girl boarding schools didn’t leave me with many options—and what I did – those things don’t count…” She licked her lips taking time to leer at them both. Abruptly she smacked each man’s ass, grabbing their fleshy rumps.

“So are you gambling men--?” Mariemaia asked delighted as she reached out to rip out the blue wire.
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Howard Mar 1 2009, 03:11 AM Post #12
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Trowa! Howard's voice insisted over the cell phone until he got the boy's attention. Move to your left a little. No, no. Your other left. Ok, I can see that it's a simple device, doesn't have any failsafe switches. See that block with the antenna attached? If you remove that, it will prevent the explosive from detonating.
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Actually, Ralph was still around somewhere. And probably Quatre. Oh yes, there they were. They could simply tape the bomb on Ralph somehow and make him go for a walk...but Quatre would most likely be opposed to that for some reason. Something about ethics. It was one of those crazy things about the blonde Arab that made him so darn kyoot. Trowa had no ethics—possibly one reason he was starting to like Mabel Mohawk more and more. That, and he liked getting his ass slapped by pretty girls. Or anyone, really.

But no, it wasn't the blue wire. Everyone knows it's green wire, red wire...and you never cut the blue wire. Trowa had gotten that from a Meebo factoid...and they're never wrong.

"Don't touch that, Morbid Mayhem. It's the green wire."  With that, a pen knife suddenly materialized in his pocket and he snipped the green wire.

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Heero Yuy Mar 1 2009, 04:31 AM Post #14
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Heero may or may not have squeaked when Maia's hand connected with his rump. Whichever it was, he made certain to act as if it hadn't because doing something like that just wasn't macho. And Heero? Very macho.

However, all thoughts of squeaking and machismo slipped Heero's mind as he watched Trowa snip the green wire. He rolled his eyes as he realized the same thing Howard had pointed out, though he'd come to the conclusion himself, not having heard any of Howard's explanation. A spark and a sizzle preluded a small burst that set alight a smoldering at Trowa's bangs.

"You idiot," Heero muttered, clapping the burning hair between his hands to extinguish the slow crawl before it turned into more extensive damage. Really, as much as he wanted to beat the tar out of Trowa for moving in on his wimmins, Heero remembered the time they had spent together in the past fondly. He kind of hoped they might be able to do something like that again, eventually. Without the self-destructing and other acts of emoing.

The scent of singed hair filled his nostrils and his nose scrunched in response. Belatedly, he realized now his hands would smell like burned hair. Wonderful. Blood and gore he could handle. Burned hair? Stomach churning.

Then, hair crisis (mostly?) averted, he reached out and removed the piece of hardware that would disable the bomb, tossing it aside. This was followed quickly by dusting ash and knobby bits of burned hair from his palms.
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"Like I said, you remove this piece of hardware that disables the bomb," Trowa explained to Maudlin Moose while slapping at his toasted bang.  "Thanks, Heero."  He knew he should have gotten a life mask made of his bang to cast in bronze for posterity before too much more time passed, but there always seemed to be other things to do. Like getting blown up, and trying to save Cathy, and...doh!

"We were trying to save my sister. We should probably get back to that one day. Do you suppose this bomb was meant as a diversion?"  And if so, then what else was going on while they were wasting time here? Possibly more g-boy hair roasting. They needed to get moving.

"We need to get moving," he informed them.

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Quatre R. Winner Mar 1 2009, 02:21 PM Post #16
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Quatre felt an unusual queasiness in his stomach. It may have had something to do with his ability to astral project himself to a boozer party the night before during all of these happenings where he encountered a particularly potent bucket of jungle juice that, after having been consumed, was closely followed by an interrogation from the local cops about where the underage girls were hiding...(don't ask...)

His eyes clouded over for a second as he followed Trowa and that infuriatingly annoying little fire crotch to the painting. Quatre was always one to be nice to everyone, but that didn't necessarily mean he was above having jealousy issues and superiority complexes. He had always felt a vague sense of negativity about her but he could never quite figure out what it was. All of the broadcasts about her on television during the war, her face lamenting things she didn't seem to believe in...

What the hell is this inner monologue about? Well we will change topic, moving it to Trowa who was attached to the little orphan Annie's hand throughout most of the action he has missed. Trowa was hot, and watching him pull that knife out of some hidden place and work diligently on the bomb brought back emotions he had managed to stash away deep in the back of his mind. An uncomfortable tingle that had started when Trowa had first fell into his emotionless expression, and now started feeling like pinpricks crawling up the center of his chest, stabbing at his heart.

Something to distract him... he had somehow managed to ignore Mariemaia's lewd and disgusting actions towards Heero and Trowa. He felt sort of guilty at first for having hurt her head, but come on!? Can't she snap out of it all ready? He shot her an annoyed look while retrieving his cell phone from his pocket. He tapped the screen and read a few messages from Abdul, reporting to him that the Maguanacs were activated and that two teams had arrived in two separate locations to begin their search for Catherine. He then sent a message to Rashid letting him know about Howard's discovery and that the bomb was being deactivated.

Let's focus on the plot, now?

"You may be right about a diversion, Trowa." Quatre murmured thoughtfully. "This is very frustrating."

He ran his hand through his hair slowly, each individual lock falling perfectly into place with the magic that only an anime boy can manage. He decided to stay out of Trowa's and MiniMe's way. It seemed that the former Heavyarms pilot was growing attached to her, and though he wanted nothing more than to stabby-stab her in the face with a nail file or possibly accomplish that bastard-punch he had been waiting for, but he would never interrupt "true love" - if that was what was going on.

He wanted to get angsty but with bombs and complicated plots against them floating around in random places. Damn. Wait a second, were pilot 01 and pilot 03 having a heart to heart about the past? That made the blond's mouth curl into a pleasant smile. That was nice...

/ache.

Ugh... his head.

"You have my number..." he said playfully, tapping the earpiece to remind him that he could always talk to him. He glanced at Trowa, smiling faintly, and started to walk away out of the gallery, immobilizer at the ready. He didn't think he could accomplish much right now with MaggieMay being snarky, weird emotions floating between everyone and so forth. He was afraid he would say or do something he would regret.

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Heero Yuy Mar 1 2009, 04:38 PM Post #17
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Another diversion? Heero was beginning to feel decidedly like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. On top of that, he hadn't even managed to fire his gun once. What was going on here?

"We need to get moving."

Of course they needed to move. Standing in this spot by the disarmed bomb would probably lead to a failsafe feature that Howard hadn't figured on with some sort of delayed reaction timer that would blow them all to pieces when they weren't looking. That would be a spectacularly underwhelming way for a bunch of Gundam pilots to buy it. Just thinking of all the bad jokes on the late night talk shows, Heero shuddered.

"We should make a check of how the evacuations are going," Heero suggested, slipping back into unbothered mission mode. "And another sweep of the palace and grounds. The Preventers can assist us when they finally get their asses here arrive."

"You have my number..."


Heero turned to watch Quatre tap his earpiece, giving Trowa a weird little smile, then head out. Curious. Did Quatre still harbor feelings for Trowa? He supposed it wasn't too out of the question, considering himself and Relena.

With nothing left for it, Heero shot a final glance toward Maia and strode out after Quatre. Whether he followed along or eventually veered off on his own again wasn't yet decided.

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Quatre R. Winner Mar 2 2009, 01:01 AM Post #18
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Barely discernible over the earpiece: "Heero, I found Duo. He is badly hurt. Meet me in the sunroom."

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"We should make a check of how the evacuations are going. And another sweep of the palace and grounds. The Preventers can assist us when they arrive."

Heero was right; there was no point in remaining here any longer. So far Lady Une hadn't said anything about Trowa and her daughter ward?  but who knew how long that could last? Trowa would rather not wait and find out. He was starting to feel guilty about wanting to brainwash Mama Mia for his own nefarious purposes. So what if she was Treize's daughter and Dekim's granddaughter? So what if she'd tried to take over the world and was normally a bit...erm...shall we say gothic and edgy? She was still a nice girl underneath and had hot panties.

"Come on, Millie Mayhem. Let's go search the grounds and see if we can find a doctor somewhere."

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Mariemaia Khushrenada Mar 2 2009, 05:16 PM Post #20
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Trowa’s sister was being held hostage? She tried to imagine what she looked like, and concluded that only pretty girls get taken captive. Ugly girls are probably only beaten and raped – Mariemaia wondered which category she would fit in. Either way- Trowa Barton’s kin in peril did present a problem. How could she properly make him fall in love with her when he is brooding over his sister?—Mission accepted.

Quatre had appeared briefly and walked off. Now Heero Yuy was gone too-

"Come on, Millie Mayhem. Let's go search the grounds and see if we can find a doctor somewhere."

Her muse beckoned. Mariemaia nodded and obeyed, skipping up to Trowa and taking his hand.

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