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[OOM] Day Forty-Five
Aug. 6th, 2017 02:00 am“You want to do what?” Queenie asks, when Eden pitches his idea over breakfast.
Eden gives her a slightly irritable look, grabbing a waffle and some bacon. “The kids at Ursus train every day. Foreteller Aced teaches them personally, with simulations, and when he’s not teaching them, they spar with each other, right? And the same goes for Unicornis, Vulpes, and Anguis.”
“Right,” Izana says, slowly.
“But Foreteller Gula never trains us. He’s too busy doing whatever it is he does with all his time,” Eden says. “We don’t have anything to train against, except when we’re out on missions.”
“We have the fragments of our memories,” Izana points out. “It’s hardly like we’re complete novices.”
“That clearly only goes so far, if we’re at the bottom of the rankings,” Eden replies.
Queenie sighs, pushing her glasses up her nose. “So, you want to break into Ursus, steal the combat data they have on their Texts, and use it to -- what, program training robots?”
“No, be fair, I also want to steal pieces of the keyblade armor they have in their basement, to reinforce the training robots.”
“Which are priceless relics that Ursus jealously guards.”
“Which are dusty, old, broken, and forgotten about, and the only reason Ursus even likes having them is because they’re shiny,” Eden says. “Look, the rules don’t say anything about theft.”
“The Master of Masters didn’t expressly forbid a lot of things, that doesn’t mean we should be exploiting every loophole,” Izana says. “You saw how dangerous that could be back in Wonderland, right? I’m sure Mateus told his teammates that the rules didn’t say anything about what he was doing.”
“I’m in,” Adelle says, nabbing Eden’s waffle. “Been ages since I last stole something. This sounds like my kind of heist. Sorry, Queenie.”
“You’re not sorry at all,” Queenie mutters.
“No,” Adelle replies, placidly. “Not really.”
“I’m in, too!” Luso says, raising both arms. “So long as we don’t get caught.”
“I’m in,” Alvis adds. “It’s high time someone taught Ursus a lesson. All of Ursus. If we can kick some asses on the way out, even better.”
“Sure,” Izana says, tiredly. “Because a building made of brick and wood can definitely handle a team battle between keybearers.”
“I’m in as well!” Freyra says, around a mouthful of food. She swallows hurriedly, giving Eden a thumbs up. “Sounds fun. Let’s set ourselves the goal of stealing everything they have out from under them.”
“Ugh,” Queenie says. “Fine, but count me out. I don’t plan on being the one explaining to Foreteller Gula why Foreteller Aced is out for our blood.”
“Same here,” Izana says, rather more gently. “Just, please think about whether you really want to do this. I doubt what we need right now is even more attention from Ursus.”
“I’ll do that,” Eden says, nodding gravely. A moment later: “Okay, I’ve thought about it and decided I’m right. Let’s go plan a heist!”
Eden gives her a slightly irritable look, grabbing a waffle and some bacon. “The kids at Ursus train every day. Foreteller Aced teaches them personally, with simulations, and when he’s not teaching them, they spar with each other, right? And the same goes for Unicornis, Vulpes, and Anguis.”
“Right,” Izana says, slowly.
“But Foreteller Gula never trains us. He’s too busy doing whatever it is he does with all his time,” Eden says. “We don’t have anything to train against, except when we’re out on missions.”
“We have the fragments of our memories,” Izana points out. “It’s hardly like we’re complete novices.”
“That clearly only goes so far, if we’re at the bottom of the rankings,” Eden replies.
Queenie sighs, pushing her glasses up her nose. “So, you want to break into Ursus, steal the combat data they have on their Texts, and use it to -- what, program training robots?”
“No, be fair, I also want to steal pieces of the keyblade armor they have in their basement, to reinforce the training robots.”
“Which are priceless relics that Ursus jealously guards.”
“Which are dusty, old, broken, and forgotten about, and the only reason Ursus even likes having them is because they’re shiny,” Eden says. “Look, the rules don’t say anything about theft.”
“The Master of Masters didn’t expressly forbid a lot of things, that doesn’t mean we should be exploiting every loophole,” Izana says. “You saw how dangerous that could be back in Wonderland, right? I’m sure Mateus told his teammates that the rules didn’t say anything about what he was doing.”
“I’m in,” Adelle says, nabbing Eden’s waffle. “Been ages since I last stole something. This sounds like my kind of heist. Sorry, Queenie.”
“You’re not sorry at all,” Queenie mutters.
“No,” Adelle replies, placidly. “Not really.”
“I’m in, too!” Luso says, raising both arms. “So long as we don’t get caught.”
“I’m in,” Alvis adds. “It’s high time someone taught Ursus a lesson. All of Ursus. If we can kick some asses on the way out, even better.”
“Sure,” Izana says, tiredly. “Because a building made of brick and wood can definitely handle a team battle between keybearers.”
“I’m in as well!” Freyra says, around a mouthful of food. She swallows hurriedly, giving Eden a thumbs up. “Sounds fun. Let’s set ourselves the goal of stealing everything they have out from under them.”
“Ugh,” Queenie says. “Fine, but count me out. I don’t plan on being the one explaining to Foreteller Gula why Foreteller Aced is out for our blood.”
“Same here,” Izana says, rather more gently. “Just, please think about whether you really want to do this. I doubt what we need right now is even more attention from Ursus.”
“I’ll do that,” Eden says, nodding gravely. A moment later: “Okay, I’ve thought about it and decided I’m right. Let’s go plan a heist!”
