RL with onesnipe | Levels of gay > 9000

[bare_my_fangs]

[So he may or may not have been kinda sorta on a notdate with a guy he wasn't planning to fuck.

Well. Weirder shit had happened.

After picking Michel up, Michael had world hopped them back to Earth. He didn't take them to any of the large cities - it would be all to easy for something to go wrong and for him to get caught - but instead took him to the same place Nena had dragged him shopping in California. It had seemed safe enough.

Michael pushed his way into the mall, figuring Michel wouldn't be too far behind]

How long has it been since you were on Earth?

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I've already shook hands with them though

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael puts down (what's left of) his burger to start on his onion rings.] There's a massive arcade around here. I figured we could check it out since I haven't been there yet.

[Reaches for his drink again] And then I can kick your ass at everything.

... if you shake my hand, would you stop asking?

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

[Twisting the cap of his bottled water] I wouldn't be too sure about that.

what even is this conversation any more

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[He finishes off the rest of his food with a grin] Yeah, yeah. You'll see.

[A sudden thought occurs to him] But no shooting games though. That's cheating.

... maybe we should take a break

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

It's not cheating, it's skill. [Michel being the gentleman that he is, takes both of their trays and empties it in the trash.]

Lead the way.

i think that would be wise

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael's grin widens as he shoves his chair back and stands up. One of the teenagers behind him turns and glares but Michael doesn't even notice] Then you won't mind us starting on the piloting games, right?

[He heads out of the food court, leading the way towards the arcade]

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

You do realize that I'm a pilot? So to answer your question, I won't mind at all. [Game on, Michael. Game on.]

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael laughs, forgetting for a second that HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE UNDERCOVER DIPSHIT] Good. So no crying when I kick you ass, right?

[He leads them further into the mall, taking the escalator up to the next floor before arriving at the arcade.]

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

Maybe we should make this an official competition. [Wow, alright. Arcade games. Since there in American territory, he points to the Flag Fighter simulator] It's cheating if you've learned how to fly one of those at University.

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

Fine by me. [Michael's already heading towards it.] I won't need to cheat to win. Don't worry, I've never flown on one of these before in my life.

[The game's set up like the inside of a cockpit and the seats move in time to the movements on screen. Michael inserts credits into the machine and climbs into one of the seats.]

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

[Michel enter the cockpit adjacent to Michael's. Even though the controls are different to what he's used to, it's obviously been simplified for kids so he's quick to figure out what does what.]

Best two out of three? What do you want to give me when you lose?

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

You're obviously confused, Michel. [His fingers fly over the keys as he chooses which mission to do and which terrain to fly over.

The object of the game is to complete the mission and destroy the most enemies. The winner is the one with the most points.]

We'll soon fix that. [Game start]

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

I think the confused one here is you, Michael. [When the game begins, Michel is quick to explore the terrain. He takes out an easy enemy before switching the Flag into its mobile suit mode. Then like the sniper he is, he waits for two other enemies to approach before destroying them from afar.]

Bingo!

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael's approach to the game is slightly different. He's in mobiles suit mode as soon as he's able, and with the plasma sword he closes in on his enemies and dispatches them easily. He mourns the loss of his fangs, but the game has been ridiculously easy thus far so it shouldn't be a problem.

He laughs when he notices what Michel's doing.] I should have known.

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

You'd be lucky to have me in battle. [This game is amusingly simplistic. Michel manages to shoot down an aerial unit before moving on to the enemy base. Before he can get to it though, he receives a red alert telling him a large enemy is fast approaching.]

... Gundam?

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

Well. You're alright for a sni-- [Both Michael's eyebrows shoot up at that] They actually put Gundams in this thing?

[He's about to head on over to Michel's position when he gets his own alert.] We get two of them? This should be fun.

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

Sounds like the party's finally starting. [Soon as he says that, he gets shot in the back. The simulator rocks forward to imitate the feel. Michel tries to find the cause but he he doesn't see anything in his field of vision.]

Where the hell--? [Before he gets hit again, he quickly moves out of the way then dashes into the air. He takes this as an opportunity to carefully survey the terrain. Wow, this game got fun fast.]

I think this game is trying to play fire with fire. [Or sniper with sniper]

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael grins privately to himself. Michel, meet Lockon.] Better show it who's boss then.

[His Gundam approaches him pretty quickly, and Michael scowls to find it's fucking Exia. He dodges the first three attacks, but gets hit by the fourth and is sent flying.] Okay, now it's personal.

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

[Even though it's just a kid's game, Michel realizes he needs to utilize some kind of tactic in order to win. So he takes another hit, careful to notice where the shots are coming from. Using the flag's agility and the Gundam's lack thereof to his advantage, he zooms across the terrain towards it. He takes his chance and shoots. To his surprise, however, the attack only does minimal damage.]

You have got to be kidding. [Before he gets hit again, he quickly finds a place to shield himself from the Dynames attack]

Phew. You doing better, Michael?

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[The fact that Michael knows the Gundams and has fought them before is giving him a distinct advantage. He's managed to knock its life down to about two-thirds, but in doing so he's lost half of his life bar.]

Of course. Maybe we should switch Gundams. I've already done all the hard work for you and everything.

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

[That's cheating, Michael] No deal. I don't want you to think that this Gundam is a better sniper than I am.

[After a few moments, the Dynames realizes Michel's not in the area and readjusts its aim. There's no point in sniping if you can't lock on to your target. Michel seizes this as an opportunity, comes out of hiding and attacks. He manages to do some considerable damage but still not enough to finish it off.]

Are these Gundams for real? [Goddamn mecha Mary-Sues]

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael laughs as Michel's disgruntled tone, and then winces as his seat rocks forward again. Fucking useless Flags] Pretty much. They came, they saw, and they kicked everyone's ass.

[Michael's actually getting annoyed at how shitty the controls are and does his best not to just hack the machine and play that way. He retreats a bit and fires his missiles to buy some time to think.]

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

[Michel takes notice of Michael's situation and heads his flag over to him.] I have an idea if you're up for it.

[He makes sure that both the Exia and the Dynames haven't moved from their position. Like he thought, they're playing the defensive and staying on guard] If you bring your Gundam to target range, I can snipe him. And then we'll team up on mine.

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

And how exactly am I supposed to do that if they're not following? [But he attacks Exia regardless, hoping to drive it in Michel's direction.

They've actually gathered a bit of a crowd behind them, some kids in awe that they've lasted this long, other disgruntled that they seem to be hogging the game.] Hey, looks like your fangirls have showed up, Michel. You better give them a show.

[onesnipe.livejournal.com]

Try not to die and I'll be able to put on a show. [Michel positions himself, making sure that both Michael and the Exia are in view. Like Alto, Michael's surprisingly good at getting the target into range. As the Exia retaliates, Michel easily locks on to the Gundam's head and fires twice. The kids circling around them cheer.]

Gotcha.

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

[Michael could have sworn that he actually heard a few people behind him swoon at that. They get a spectacular visual of Exia blowing up that Michael can't help but admire, and then he turns his attention on Dynames] So am I the bait again this time or is it your turn?