Mech Pilot who you KNOW will be pulling that Puppygirl Energy Blade out of the Princess’s Chest by the end of the cours.

"Princess, I-" Ada Cerlwon's voice was halting, choked with emotion. Her lips moved but no words came out. The Princess spared her, with one finger gently pressed against those lips to still them.

"Please... The sword... My life... I'd trust no one more with either," The Princess said, barely able to find the words herself. Her hand shifted to cradle Ada's cheek, the pilot unconsciously leaning into the touch.

"Promise me that you'll fight," she continued, even as her voice dropped to a whisper. "Even if it costs me everything, as long as it's you... I..."

She didn't have to finish her thought. Tears streamed down both of their cheeks as their lips crashed together, clutching each other close like drowning figures clinging to a life preserver for a desperate moment.

Their kiss was unbroken as the Princess leaned back. Ada's hand hovered above her sternum and an eruption of light spilled out from the Princess's chest. Hues flashing rapidly between red, orange, and dark pink interspersed with flashes of pure white until they coalesced, solidified into what so many had sought and bled to find: The hilt of the Puppygirl Energy Blade.

The reaction was immediate. A storm of energy surrounded Ada's Zephrines. The damage the palace had sustained had not dimished its ability to pour energy into the Steel Dancer. Black boxes sprang to life, beginning a transformation. What had once seemed nothing more than a stock Steel Dancer model now could not be mistaken as anything but the vessel that contained the Princess's trust.

And inside another Steel Dancer crouched on the battlements, Carledrew breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that one of those two had accidentally pressed the call button so that this scene was being sent out on an open channel. Hopefully now there would be an end to the constant blushes, longing looks, pretended disinterest, polite distance, and not-as-clandestine-as-they-thought encounters. Did they REALLY think anyone was fooled at the masked ball?

Carledrew lazily pulled their crosshair over Roance's Steel Dancer. The sniper cannon had been charged for a while now, and whether that prick was frozen out of awe of Ada claiming the Puppygirl Energy Blade or frozen with rage that someone had reached the Princess's heart first, they were an easy target... Just not Carledrew's.

They just smiled and leaned back to watch the show. Roance deserved the asskicking they were about to get and those two crazy kids absolutely deserved their moment.

A few of us in this office eat lunch in a rarely used training room and end up leaving the lights off. The rooms got decently large windows so it's not THAT dark. But it's weirder to me that people poke their head in and go "Do you want to sit in the DARK???" than it is to sit in here with the flourescent lights off.

Like why does the light HAVE to be on.

this is Big Zam.