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LOG: ongoing/inc.

When; back-dated around june30th
Rating; crack
Characters; Orga, Crot, and open to other OMNI kids if they wanna join in
Summary; Y HALO THAR ZGMF-X09A Justice! You could totally use a makeover! for a pure and blue world

After recovering from their lapse into dumassery in this post...Orga and Crot decide to leave their mark on their first target, the Justice. Before heading out, a hastily scrawled note on Stellar/Auel/Sting's door reads: "yo, we're off to get revenge on the flashy ZAFT mech that totally shanked me. Come play too if ya want."

Log;

OMNI - FUCK YEAH! EAT YOUR HEART OUT ZAFT

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Orga couldn't help grin when he saw the "advance" signal from Crot a couple meters ahead. It really didn't matter to him if the coast was clear or not, nothing was gonna stop him from defacing or scrapping some part of that fucking Pink MS that decapitated him and Calamity. He hefted the bag of assorted spraycans, various tools and little sparkler fireworks (for the joints) and ran up to Crot's position. Not a ZAFT kid in sight. Sweet. He didn't want anyone to try and stop them. Yet.

Finally! Something to do around this place! With his faithful WonderSwanXXX out of commission, just between the Xbox, PS2, PC and the occasional joint of weed Crot found himself vacant. Crot did not deal well with boredom and idleness. Of course, since many of his not-so-brilliant roommate's suggestions were out of the question -going outside? Where there were people? He hated people!- Crot had to be the intelligent one with the awesome idea that was feasible for everyone. Look! He even readied their materials list to sufficiently equip themselves for the task at hand. Crot did not know why he took so much crap from Shani and Orga before. Even Azrael. He was obviously the most resourceful of all of them.

Cutting short his self-righteous mental spiel, he craned his neck and inspected the massive piece of machinery before him, whistling appreciatively. What a piece of work this was. ZAFT really knew how to do up their guns. Deep pink, even. What a bunch of merry fags.

As Orga fell in step beside him, he turned a wicked smirk to his friend and said, "I think sewage green will look awfully fetching on this baby, dontcha think?"

Orga let the bag land next to him with a clatter. Sure, he was used to taking orders any time of the day.. but in his life that was more a pattern than a habit. Honestly it was a nice change of pace to let the decisions fall on the little punk's shoulders for a while, even these crazy ones. At the very least, it was just more fun.

He knocked several spray cans aside before holding two in his hands up, frowning. "It would but sewage is a negative, meister. We got neon and pastel." He passed held the former out to his long-time accomplice. "Or how about some brown though? That's a nice manly color" Orga added, dropped the pastel back in the bag and started rummaging again.

"Pfffftt, a gay Gundam like this has no use for nice manly colors," sneered the redhead, eyeing the can of neon green spraypaint before grabbing it from his friend's hand. "Neon will do juuuust fine." Smirk widening, he gave the ZGMF-X09A Justice a once-over, shaking the spray can enthusiastically before pointing it at the mobile suit's foot to test the paint. Satisfied with the iridicescent green blob against the deep magenta, he threw Orga a wide grin, tossing the can once in the air before catching it again. "Beautiful. This one's mine. What about you?"

Nodding in approval at Crot's lead, Orga also gave the striking MS a quick scan as well. "She's got no curves, the poor thing. I think I'll give 'er some titties then." He crouched for a second to retrieve a bright orange can and considerable length of sturdy rope. "Ones you can see for a mile away," He finished, grinning.

Orga tied another can to the end of the rope and with a few grunts and flings successfully shot it over the right shoulder where it clattered to the ground on the opposite side.

"Go ahead and paint the toes, runt. I'm going up!," he said, running behind the suit where the can landed to find a suitable anchor.

"Hey, HEY, show your Meister some respect!" hollered Crot after his insubordinate temporary slave, attempting to administer punishment by neon green spray paint but only managing to stain the rim of his shirt before the taller teen sped away. Scowl dissolving into a pout, Crot proceeded to spray a series of misshapened poka dots along the rim of Justice's feet. However, watching his friend elevate himself up to the shoulder of the large mech, Crot felt he could not simply content with the feet of the Gundam while Orga was off doing bigger, awesomer things at the top. Crot Buer was made for greater things than this.

Thus, he too fished out a rope from his bag of supplies, this one equipped with a grappling hook at the end. That Dorian woman certainly had some nifty things, and the sucker didn't even take any payment for it. All she did was sit Crot through some longwinded questions, digging up some things in his past not even worth recalling. Whatever those were. Crot suddenly could not remember. But they probably didn't matter anyway. The redhead committed his current efforts to hurling the metal hook over and around the Gundam's waist, then testing the rope. Readying a red spray can, he called out, "Oi Orga! I get dibs on the pelvic area!"

Orga had gone through the trouble of anchoring both ends and had just started to scale the backside of Justice when a heavy grappling hook landed inches from his arm on the midsection.

"The hell?!" His mouth dropped open in shock. "You almost hit me, jackoff!! Where the fuck did you get that thing anway?!" Shit, why'd he always end up doing things the hard way? Orga climbed onward, grunting in frustration as he hoisted himself over the mobile suit's shoulder. He stood and balanced himself on the shoulder enough to swing another around the V fin. What the hell. Couldn't ZAFT come up with a design that didn't bite off the EAF? Everyone knows the EAF came up with that V shit first. No wonder the MS under him was so uncreative.

He tied a sliding knot into the rope, fastened the other around himself and prepared to slide down the front exhaust, orange spray can wedged and ready in his belt.

"You're a little pervert, aren't ya?" He glanced down at Crot reaching the suit's midsection, chuckling.

"Well watch where you're going then!" Crot quipped, smirking unkindly at his offended companion as he made his way up, bag slung across his back. "Y'heard of this woman called Dorian? She has some really neat stuff that you can't get in stores here. Doesn't even ask for money or anything! Man what a sucker."

He climbed till he was level with the lower midsection of the mech, and that strange, obtrusive and surely unnecessary protrusion in the pelvic region that Crot never did understand the use for. At least, as far as he was concerned it never did anything other than call needless attention on itself. And with his help today it shall do so even more, thought Crot with a devious grin as he poised his spray can to begin his work.

"Dorian huh?," Orga wondered outloud as he shook his can and started the slow -but still clumsy- circle on the vent's square perimeter. "Think I've heard the name dropped somewhere.." Unable to concentrate on decent looking spray-paint tits and talk at the same time, Orga let the whole thing drop.

Finishing the perimeter, he topped it off with as big a dot he could on the middle shelf.. hopefully bit enough to be a bright orange nipple.

"How's this??" he called down to his partner, curious as to what he was working on with the same concentration.

"Yeah. I should go ask if she could get me a replacement for my WonderSwan sometime, that woman seems to have everything," mused the gamer, who was perfectly willing to sit through another lengthy interrogation to get his favorite gaming system back. With that line, he finished the final red heart on Justice's new neon green briefs with a flourish.

Crot looked up to inspect his partner's work, before throwing the latter a laugh, and a thumb-up. "Nice rack! Now, do something fancy with that middle piece there," he suggested, pointing toward the black cockpit door.

"In the middle, huh..?" Orga chuckled pervertedly at the first thing that came to mind. "Alright then..! I'll get different color after I do the other side.."

While climbing over the cockpit, Orga thought briefly that in the future.. if he ever cared to remember this night, he wouldn't find it absurd at all. Sure, the metal humanoid monster he was currenlty defacing killed him, but so what? It was meant to kill. No different than he and Calamity. He never thought of himself as the best pilot in the world either, so attributing his death to bad luck, bad timing, or mismatched skill (it had been a coordinator in there, afterall) wasn't out of the question either. The result was the result. It's not like he was still sore about it. Orga didn't necessarily have to get revenge on other MS. But hey, it was something to do.

On that note. He didn't have to sock the other pilot in the face. But hey, that'd be something to do as well.

The MS that got Crot however, was another story. If he found the bastard pilot or the actual machine in the City...

"What the hell, another WonderSwan?" Orga turned back his thoughts to Crot, pausing before the finishing touch on the other vent. "If you can get anything you want, then let's get goddamn bigscreen TV, yeah? Then you can hook up any console you want. When im not using it."

"Hey, that baby's been with me for years, I'm not gonna just let it kick it like that. I'm getting it replaced," Crot retorted, mortally offended at his friend's flippant remark. The handheld console was the only real company Crot had ever known, and most of the time it was better than human company anyway. Especially when it consisted of two Living CPUs, one crazed Blue Cosmos leftist, one taciturn ship captain, and a handful of lab technicians in those godawful starchy, white coats.

Although, looking up to watch Orga work happily on this juvenile endeavor, this childish antic by two kids with no future and nothing to do, Crot grinned, and felt that human company could beat the PS2, the Xbox, even the WonderSwanXXX, sometimes. Maybe.

"And then I'll get the bigscreen TV. Or why don't you get it? I can't pull all the weight around here," he complained. And thought to himself, completely incongruous to what he just said and for no reason he could conceive, that Orga was all the human company he needed here.

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so far >D

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