LOG: ongoing/inc.

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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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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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."

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"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