SWN-001

splashwoman:

waysidewetsuit:

Bubble’s head raised a little as Splash turned and saw him sitting over the peak. His maskless, sullen face pouting. “So much for my power of invisibility..”

He felt a twinge upset again when Forte took aim at him, cupping his chin in his hands. “As if, Macho Man… I just got here.” He didn’t care much at all for the golden-rimmed upstart, and not just because he currently possessed Bubbles’ self-proclaimed, albeit questionably strong and independent ex-girlfriend.

“Don’t bother with me, Splash needs her strong man right now…”

Splash somehow manages the angriest frown in the world at Bubbles with a simultaneous jaw drop. Part of her wanted Forte to beat the little upstart into a blue paste, but a bigger part was becoming more and more Done With Everything by the second.

She marches forward and grabs Forte by the headfin, pulling him down considerably and dragging him back towards the fortress with her. Six months ago she never would have dared. In fact this is the first time she’s shown any force around him since she was reverted to her younger self and ‘defended’ Ice from him.

“He’s just my ex. And I’m starting to remember why.” She snaps and turns to glare over her shoulder at the second gen. “You’re just like Flash. I withdraw what I said about helping to keep your tank safe. Good luck with that.”

She turns with a huff and marches off, current boyfriend in tow. “And I don’t care how clean you are, you’re taking a blasted bath with me.”

Forte lets her pull him, walking awkwardly behind Splash with his entire upper body at an angle.

“THIS ISN’T OVER, AQUA MAN!” he vows, aiming vaguely in Bubble’s direction for only a moment longer as he’s dragged. “NO ONE IMPLIES MISS SPLASH ISN’T A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN AND GETS AWAY WITH IT! NO ONE! SHE DOESN’T NEED A MAN TO VALIDATE HER EXISTENCE!!!” 

“That guy’s got nerve.” he adds to Splash, continuing his awkward walk with her.

splashwoman:

waysidewetsuit:

In the fortress jungle-sector, Bubble stood unarmored and soggy-haired on a rock at the peak of the waterfall overlooking the lake below. He had arrived through the aqueducts to come to Splash’s aid, but he could see she didn’t need it… Percy was nowhere to be seen, and there stood Forte to meet Splash as she emerged from the water. There were some splintered tree branches and patches of scorched grass here and there, indicating a fight already took place… But Splash looked to be still in one piece, so Bubbles was confused by the distress line she sent him earlier.

His eyes narrow as he watches her and Forte, then he sighs, taking a seat on the rock and letting his flippers drag in the rushing water below. He didn’t feel in a very good way now, to put it mildly. He wouldn’t shout or make any attempts to get their attention, he anticipated he’d just go quietly unnoticed again as he sat and watched Splash and Forte’s reunion, resting his chin in his hands.

“…Hypocrite..”

Splash stares at her albino android. “With me as… bait.” She rolled her eyes and pushed her helmet into Forte’s hands and started walking towards the fortress. “How about we fetch you one of my bikinis and switch places on that plan, shall we?”

She’d had quite enough of being disrespected for a while, even if Forte was practically worshiping her right now. She’d had quite enough of violence for a while too. She just wasn’t built or programmed to hurt her friends, and this event left a sour taste in her mouth. Where was the high from fighting Tengu and escaping the old Fortress? She rubs a few more tears of frustration from her eyes before Forte could see. Maker forbid he find out they weren’t both bloodthirsty lunatics.

“Let’s just get inside. I’m in dreadful need of a bath.” She turns to him. “And I think you should join m-… me.” She catches Bubbles up on the cliff near the waterfall and frowns, but turns away from him and keeps walking. He was a problem for another day. Or never as far as she cared.

Forte held her helmet to his stomach, thinking on her proposition. “He’s stupid, but I don’t think he’d fall for it.” was his ultimate conclusion, after giving it some thought. He does miss out on her wiping the tears from her eyes, but only because he’d assumed it was just more water running down her face, and he continued to believe they were both bloodthirsty lunatics.

“I’m pretty clean right no-” but he cut off as he followed her line of sight- raising his buster at their observer. “HEY, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He shouted over to the second gen, shoving Splash behind him none too gently. “Is this guy bothering you, Miss Splash? WERE YOU FUCKING SPYING ON US?!” 

splashwoman:

Ah, Forte. “Language, dear.” She’d had every intention of being upset with him for not noticing she was gone or noticing the smoke or any number of silly petty things that made no sense, but his enthusiasm was contagious. A shame she suspected she was about to douse it like Cloud was dousing the jungle.

“I kicked Percy’s groin, actually,” she said with a downcast smile and took her helmet off to shake the water from her hair before looking back up at him and taming it with her fingers. “And that’s as far as I got save for a few laser trident rounds. He had homing projectiles, and I didn’t feel like needing to be sent to Light for repairs again.” She perked up and held up a finger. “Ah! I did get him with a booby trapped jacket, though. That’s what set him off in the first place. But he chased me into the cave and that’s when I called you. I suppose he’s off to see to his bush now.”

Forte reeled when Splash said she kicked Percy in the groin, his hand to his face, imagining him exploding from a kick to the sack. Then she explained further and things made a little bit more sense. She had him on the ropes and feinted back to where she had more of an advantage, but he was too badly damaged to give chase. A pity, too. That guy would look much better as a greasy paste smeared across the island. 

“Nice job with the jacket.” he complimented, happy to see her taking some initiative in agitating the shitty robots that clung to the fortress like ticks on a dog. She could see the pride in his eyes, something that hadn’t been there in a while. She’d been kinda wishy washy recently, and this was just the thing to cheer Forte up. “If you want, we can go distract him from his ‘bush’ with you as bait, you lose him in the smoke, and while he’s gone I’ll rig his ‘bush’ with some explosives!”

splashwoman:

>Okay.

She sends, then a few seconds of silence while she pulled herself together and made sure the last of the ruined makeup was off and dissolved in the lake.

>Okay. I’m coming out. Look down.

She pushes her way through the narrow rocky tunnels, clearing out the debris and rubble that Percy’s missiles had made on her way. Eventually her pretty head pops out of the water with a helmet covered in scorch marks, her hair in her face, and both hands on her trident. She looks up at him and then frantically around at the cliff like she was expecting Percy to come barreling down on her any second now.

But he didn’t, so she swam over and pulled herself onto a rock as her legs transform back, the dents and burns and other various markings of an interesting fight dotting her armor and shredded skirt.

“Eh?” he wondered aloud, looking around. He didn’t spot her until he heard the telltale splash of Splash breaking the water’s surface, eyes going wide. Wow, that must have been some fight! He jogged over to her side, warily keeping an eye on the jungle. 

“Wooow, whose ass did you kick?!” Forte asked, his face lit up like Christmas. He’d automatically assumed she won, not to mention it looked like she was in the water in order to ambush someone. Maker, she’d obliterated them so hard there was nothing even left! Not to mention everything was burning, even if some asshole was already putting it out.

splashwoman replied to your post:

Splash had been too tired and too frustrated and too sick of talking to Bubbles and Percy to give him much more information than that, so the burning jungle around him was likely a surprise. Splash is nowhere in sight.>Well? Is he gone?

Oh, this wasn’t romantic at all. 

>I don’t see anyone.

He writes back, crossing his arms, admiring his arms for a moment because the flames reflected off his armour looked pretty badass. 

>Not even you.

splashwoman asked: :sends coordinates: >Just come to the waterfall and let me know if he's still out there so I can stop shaking and come out already. Mind the fire.

Forte’s brow furrows when he gets the message. His first reaction to “come to the waterfall” is “do I need swim trunks” but the rest of the message sounds kind of off. He still wonders if he needs swim trunks, but decides to teleport there first before asking. It sounds kind of romantic! A waterfall, a fire, Miss Splash shaking and shivering (so, presumably in a bikini) getting toasty by the fire while she waited for him. That’d be a nice break from work. 

Once his daydream was finished, Forte teleported off to the coordinates from the message, unaware he was in for a shock.

rokkuman:

NO!! FORTE, YOU ANIMAL, HOW COULD YOU HARM A POOR DOLPHIN LIKE THAT? Sizzlin’ circuits, the bite wounds are so clean! Someone help me find it!

YOU’LL NEVER FIND THAT DOLPHIN ROCKMAN

EVEN A ‘HERO’ LIKE YOU CAN’T SAVE EVERYONE! 

THE OCEAN IS A BIG PLACE, AND THE OTHER DOLPHINS HAVE SURELY SENSED THAT ONE’S WEAKNESS, AND ABSORBED HIM BACK INTO THE POD FOR NUTRIENTS!

YOU’RE TOO LATE!

bubble-man asked: Oh man, I don't think I /ever/ got into trouble as quick as you do.

WOOOOOORTH IIIIIIIIIIT

dwn017 replied to your photo

you just photoshopped a picture of a dolphin

NO????

takeitfromthetop replied to your photo

They look so cute and happy, why would you even do that

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST IS THE FIRST LAW OF THE OCEAN

splashwoman replied to your photo

Hallway. You.

WORTH IT!

splashwoman asked: Dolphins happen to be one of my favorite things to swim with and if you so much as give one a foul look you're sleeping in the hallway with Igor for a week.

>Absolutely, Miss Splash. I would never harm a precious sea creature. 

takeitfromthetop:

forteandgospel:

takeitfromthetop:

But they feel like rubber. Why would you want to eat rubber?

OH GOSH YOU’RE RIGHT HOW GROSS

I WILL NOW RECONSIDER MY POSITION

You could make any meat look good with a bunch of fancy garnishes.

It doesn’t make it any less disgusting.

WOW

WHAT A PERFECT METAPHOR FOR YOU

JOB WELL DONE.