"...I am extremely bored."
The man in the gas mask sitting opposite her looks up from his little book and tilts his head slightly. "That was random," he says flatly, probably while raising one eyebrow.
Neptune rolls her eyes. The Eopran Army's HQ at Hightower was a pretty swanky place with pretty swanky buildings (and very nice couches) but man, the people are such sticks in the mud sometimes. "Bruh it's been like five months give me a break."
"...It's only been an hour, if that."
"Wait what?" Neptune checks her wrist, expecting a watch she does not actually wear. Yeah she'll just take Ironside's word for it now. Even though he's shady and obviously evil. What kind of good guy wears a gas mask all the time? "Well it felt like I've been waiting five months!"
"...I'd suggest some medicine for that, but we don't really have any non-critical meds left. So…" Ironside, suspicious black ops miniboss he is, closes his little book and sighs. "Any favourite foods?"
"I like pudding," Neptune says reflexively. She thinks on it; would admitting to liking pudding on reflex ever bite her on the butt? Nah, everyone likes pudding! And people wish they could bite her on the butt. It's a nice butt. "Yep, pudding is the best."
"...Right," Ironside says. He holds a hand up to his chin - or the mask-related equivalent, the filter - and ponders that he probably already knew this. "What about ice cream? You like ice cream?"
Neptune shrugs. "Never had it," she says truthfully. "Grandpa swears by it, but I never had it."
Ironside looks at her. Really, really looks at her, right through his opaque visor. "But you've had pudding."
"Noire said that MRE pudding is trash and I think it's better than the pudding I had growing up!" Neptune counters. "I just really really like pudding." The young goddess looks up at a corner of the room, where wall met wall met ceiling. "Wasn't a lot of sweet things in Lanca, y'know? Substitute pudding was pretty much it."
The black ops future-bad-guy stays still for a moment before returning to his previous posture, back leaning against the couch. "Well I can vouch for ice cream. It's my favourite thing."
Neptune frowns. "Wait, but… But you're so shady and dark and morally ambiguous. Don't you care about your image?"
"I don't care about my image. I have ice cream."
Neptune crosses her arms. "Man, you're the worst future miniboss I've ever met."
"I'm still not sure why you're calling me that, but whatever cycles your chamber, Lady Purple Heart." Ironside returns his book but briefly looks upwards. "Captain Emiya likes ice cream, by the way," he says nonchalantly.
"I do, yes," Noire chimes in, appearing out of nowhere. She plays with her long black twintails a bit, straightening them out, and then puts her hands on her hips. "I'd be concerned how you know, but I just came out of a five month meeting, so… You know. I'll just set you on fire later."
"It's literally been only an hour, if that."
"It felt longer shut up."
Neptune looks at the other goddess, one eyebrow raised. Noire shrugs.
"He shows up at Crow's Nest a lot. At this point the Black Suns are like family." Noire freezes briefly, parsing her statement. "Really… Really edgy, quiet, awkward cousins. But still family. Kind of? This metaphor is really tortured, I'm sorry."
Neptune shrugs. Noire really wants to move on from that topic but is too much of a dork to do it herself - man that's going to be useful for later bullying - so she'll oblige. "Soooo apparently there's ice cream here?"
Noire scoffs. "There's ice cream everywhere, Neptune. We have a tank full of it in Crow's Nest. Officers-only, but..." She smirks haughtily. "...I'm an officer now~"
"Right… Iunno, is it that big a deal? We never had any back in Lanc--"
"You've never had WHAT?!"
"Woah where did that come fro--"
Noire stomps over, grabs Neptune by the wrist, and runs out of the door like a storm of twintails. The wind was still settling when Ironside looked up from his book.
"Isn't that uncharacteristically forward," he quips.
----
"...Man aren't you uncharacteristically forward. You must really like ice cream." Neptune smirks and sticks out her tongue. "And me~"
Noire, hiding her beet-red face behind her hands, comes out muffled and flustered, as usual. "Shut up shut up shut up don't look at me don't breathe at me don't anything me right now!"
"...Why would I breathe at you? That's weird. You're weird, Noire!"
"AAAAAH SHUT UP!"
Neptune chuckles a bit at Noire's expense but her patience is fighting a losing battle. The line at the ice cream bar is huge. It kind of reminds her of the Atrium back at home, and how bloody squeezy it was. So really it feels more and more like she never left behind the Shelter at all. It seems like a fun enough place.
...Minus the incredibly long queue. Man she's not going to get her ice cream for, like, two hours. What is this, Shelter 001? Is she home already? Must be, considering she's not getting her food again.
It is really tempting to give up on the ice cream but considering her uncharacteristic boldness earlier Noire might actually cry. Which in some cases would be a reason to give up on ice cream, but doing it right now might get her Actually Lunched. Or lynched. The bad thing. Probably lunched, getting eaten doesn't seem like a good time.
And then one of the waitresses - who, in true Eopran Army fashion, is wearing fatigues - accidentally bumps into her. "Oh dear, I am so sorry!"
Neptune shrugs. She barely stumbled anyways. "Nah, it's alright."
"No no, it's my fault, I should have been watching where I was going." The waitress squats down to get her tray, brushing her long braid around her shoulder and showing off her shapely body. She's practically a Kyrain. "I should make it up to you."
"No no, it's cool. Really." Actually, now that she's actually paying attention, she notices that the waitress is blonde and blue-eyed. Huh. Wonder if she is a Kyrain. Though, by that logic literally everyone is a Kyrain. Ah Luteus, what a layabout.
The waitress, for her part, refuses to take no for an answer. "I insist! Let me take your orders first. What's your name?"
"Actually I'm here with a friend…"
"Hm?" The blondie looks over her shoulder and gasps. "Oh! Captain chevrons! Oh dear, I've done it now!"
"Eh?" Noire breaks out of her ennui and looks blankly at the waitress. "What? What now?"
"She bumped into me and is freaking out," Neptune stage-whispers.
"A-Actually, it's about officer privileges now," the blonde waitress says. "Y-You see… Officers can take the express queue. If you like, I could bump the two of you over?"
Neptune looks over at the queue next to theirs, and it is practically barren. In stark contrast to the labyrinth she's currently trapped in. "Would you look at that, we could have been eating by now," she says, slightly dead inside.
Noire groans and smacks herself in the face. "Right, the queue… Actually nevermind, no, that queue's for senior officers, and Captain's not senior enough. We'll just keep waiting."
Neptune gasps. "Noire, no! We could put an end to this!"
"We're. Not. Queue-cutting. Got it?!"
Neptune feels an inexplicable chill run up her spine and nods quickly. "Yes ma'am."
The blonde waitress is practically vibrating in anxiety right now. "C-Could I get your names at least? I'll deliver you your ice cream directly! Please, let me do this one thing?"
Neptune looks at Noire. "Your thoughts?"
Noire shrugs. "Why not? It'll be novel."
Neptune nods. She turns to the waitress. "I'm Neptune. This is Noire."
"Neptune… and Noire." The shadow of a frown crosses the blonde's face, but it is gone as soon as it appeared. "Thank you, I'll deliver them ASAP!"
Neptune looks on as the waitress disappears into the kitchen, still jumping anxiously. Man, some people are just so twitchy. Ah well, ice cream awaits.
----
"Approximately eight years later Neptune and Noire were still waiting for their ice cream, and everyone had grown huge beards from the wait."
Noire limply leans over and pokes her on the forehead.
"Noire had grown irritable over the eight years of waiting, for her addiction had not been satisfied in far, far too long."
"Stop it before I do it with a bayonet," Noire threatens half-seriously. "It's been like half an hour, can't you wait?"
Neptune harrumphs and folds her arms. "Well sorry for being hyped about food you like!"
Noire looks at her, eyes wide, and sighs. She slaps herself on the forehead, and there is an air of understatedness to it. Is she sincere, for once? "...Argh, I'm sorry, I'm just a little wound up over everything."
Neptune shrugs. "Eh, 's fine. I was being a baby too. If babies could narrate their lives."
Noire smirks. "Well you just did, so I'd say they can."
"Ow! Direct hit!"
They laugh together, and then their ice cream comes in little plastic cups. "Here you go," the blonde waitress from earlier says, eyes sparkling. "Sorry for the wait! Chocolate for Noire, and vanilla for Neptune!"
Neptune and Noire both look at the tray, noticing a third cup of mint ice cream sitting there. "We didn't get a mint," Noire says. "Is this complimentary?" Neptune asks hopefully.
"Oh, no, I just thought I'd take my break now," the waitress says sheepishly. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here with you two?"
"No," Noire says flatly. "Sure!" Neptune chirps cheerfully. They look at each other, frowning.
"Oh c'mon, Noire, it'll be fun. Live a little! You need to get ready to socialise whenever, now that you're a--"
Noire sighs quickly and cuts her off. "Alright, fine." She turns to the waitress, forcing a small apologetic smile. "Sorry, a little wound up still."
"Don't mind me," the blonde laughs. "I'm just a little lost, it's my first day today and all…"
"Hey, that reminds me!" Neptune sticks her spoon at her, mushing her ice cream against the roof of her mouth. "You never told us your name! Before this relationship goes any further, you should probably tells us."
"Oh! Haha, silly me." She bops herself on the head and laughs. "I completely forgot! Let me start over."
"Take your time," Noire says dryly, rolling her eyes.
The blonde smiles sweetly, closing her eyes, putting her mint aside and brushing her long braided hair aside. Something shifts in her demeanour. The airs of a sweet, slightly-ditzy blonde bombshell was still there, but there is steel beneath it now. An edge of a killer that had been waiting to strike. No killing intent, not at them, but merely practice and instinct. Neptune tenses involuntarily, instincts guiding her. Noire looks on with flat uninterested eyes, errantly chewing on a spoon full of frozen chocolate.
She opens one eye sultrily, halfway between femme fatale and god-queen. "I am Goddess Green Heart. But you can call me Vert. I hear you've been looking for me."
Noire, halfway through a bite, nearly bites her spoon in half. Neptune just looks at her, wide-eyed, ice cream completely forgotten. Another Goddess? Already? One of the two remaining they were looking for, inside Hightower? How long has she been here? How long has she been playing the fool? Why did she come out to them?
And then suddenly Vert goes back to what she was previously, a giggly waitress worried about stepping on toes. "Yes, I did it! Dramatic introduction success!"
And just like that all tension just shrivels up and dies. Man, and it was actually kind of menacing at first. Ah well.
"...Yeah, not dealing with this shit right now. I'll be right back with a new spoon," Noire says with a sigh.
Neptune sits still, glancing periodically at her ice cream. Its starting to melt. She should really finish it soon. But first, business. "Sooooo… Who are you really, who are you with, and how long have you been here?"
Vert smiles, resting her head on her tented fingers. "Well, I'm not lying about my name, but I'm not with the Eopran Army. Not exactly. Do you know about the Blind Watchers?"
"No, but I wonder how blind people can watch anything."
"It's a vaguely cynical reference to the fact that we failed to discover Tari's fall until they were already invading Eopra and that we're lost because our organisation got decapitated and separated after the Fall, but we're still the Watchers because we are still needed." Vert frowns, running her fingers through her braid again. "Though… I suppose you'd know us better as Eopran Intelligence."
"...Yeah no still not ringing any bells. But are you fighting the Truth?"
"We've been at war against the Truth ever since they appeared, yes," Vert nods.
"Awesome, we're on the same side! Man," Neptune says, puffing herself up, "That was easy! We've already found an ally! We'll be done in a month, two months tops!"
"Actually," Noire sighs as she sits down again, "Not so easy." She shoots Vert a glare. "After all, the Blind Watchers are still splintered, aren't they?"
Vert just smiles politely. "Don't worry about that, Captain Black Heart, no matter where we are the Watchers still fight." She opens one eye. "If only that were true of the Eopran Army."
"Excuse me? We've been the only people fighting. I didn't see any Watchers at Crow's Nest!"
"We figured you should pull your weight for a change," Vert says coyly. Her smile fades soon, though, and she looks at the two of them. "Look, I came here today for a reason."
"I'm not interested," Noire scowls. She winces when Neptune elbows her in the side.
"What's up?" Neptune asks. "I'm gonna guess it's about the robot war. Do you want help? A fetch quest? Oh, reunification?"
Vert shakes her head. "I'm here to promise my support. You're planning on moving on Lanca, aren't you? You'll need an army."
"She has an army," Noire says.
"She can always have another," the blonde says with a smile. "We'll move when you move, Neptune."
Neptune nods. She eats her ice cream - man it is runny. She nods again. "What's in it for you?"
Vert looks at her ice cream, the minty green ball half-melted by now. "We've been stuck doing nothing for too long. The Watchers are too scattered and too few to do anything. The Eopran Army has resigned itself to dying out. Your people, Neptune, are the only people trying to make a difference. And," she adds, pointedly glancing at Noire, "It's already paid off. You have the support of the Eopran Army already. We might actually be able to end this war."
Neptune nods. "Right, but what's in it for you?"
Vert laughs. "You saw through it already?"
"I like having fun, but I did grow up in the single deadliest place on the continent. What's up, Vert?" Neptune slams one palm onto the table. Man that stings, but endure it! "What do you gain by associating yourself with me?"
She smiles, eyes closed. "Well, you're adorable, and I've always wanted a little sister, so I was hoping we could… get to know one another!"
Once again, Neptune does not see this coming. It's flattering of course, and she is very cute - her mother said so and so does everyone else - but Neptune has lived her whole life being the big sister. The biggest of the big, the sisterest of the sisters, an unbreakable bulwark of Nepgear-related protection.
Without thinking, she responds immediately. "Yeah, no, I have a little sister."
"Even better!" Vert declares. "I'll get two little sisters! And we're even related!"
Neptune pinches her nose. "By that logic I'm related to everyone."
"Not Noire," Vert says, hiding a snicker behind her hand. "She doesn't have a bit of Luteus in her."
"Oh, huh, really?" Neptune frowns, and then nods astutely. "Yeah, I can't see a thing. She's not blonde, she's not stacked, she's not blue-eyed… Man, Noire, I'm closer to Vert than I am to you!"
"D-Does it matter?!"
"...Oho~?" Vert laughs haughtily, like an aristocrat from times past. "Lady Black Heart, are you perchance… envious of me?"
"N-NO! GO AWAY!" She stands up, slamming her palms on the table. "THANK YOU FOR THE ICE CREAM I HAVE THINGS TO DO SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU GOODBYE!"
The two of them watch as the twin-tailed Goddess runs off in a flash, almost fast enough for the wind to crack in her wake - did she figure out how to use share burst in human form? Because that's neato. When she is out of sight, Neptune and Vert share a round of belly-aching laughter at her expense.
...She should make it up to Noire later. But eh, would she really care… Probably actually, she should get Noire some ice cream to ease the burn Vert gave her. They're all girls, it should be fine.
Actually, that reminds her.
"Hey, Vert? How old are you?"
"Sixteen going on seventeen," she responds nonchalantly. "Why?"
"..." Neptune glances at Vert's chest briefly and sighs. "Right, so we're nearly the same age… But the results are much different. Alright, I get it, environmental factors kicked in…"
"I'm not sure what the mechanics are, but my father believes it is due to the thinning of Luteus' bloodline in our family." Vert shrugs and smiles kindly. "Don't worry, Neptune, I'm sure you'll grow into a wonderful young lady with breasts as fine as mine!"
"...Firstly, wow. Secondly, CPUs don't age."
Vert affixes her with a look. "Really?"
Neptune nods, dead-eyed. "Really. I'm looking like this forever. Which," she adds after a moment's thought, "Honestly, you know, it isn't so bad. I mean, sure, I'll probably have to attend state functions in HDD from now on, I'll forever be reminded of my scrawny teenage self and I'm definitely probably never going to hold down a normal relationship, buuuut--"
Vert grabs her by the shoulders. "Neptune. Please. Do you realise what this means?"
"...I'll be cute and cuddly forever?" She asks hopefully.
"Well, yes, but I've peaked. I'll never grow any further! This is my apex. And that is horrible!"
"...Uhm." Neptune holds up a finger. "You do realise that you're already as big as Luteus, right? Pretty sure you're slightly taller, too."
Vert looks dumbly at her. "Eh?"
"And also HDD you blonde bimbo have you even transformed yet." That… may have been harsher than intended. Bah, nevermind, it works out.
"...A few times," Vert admits. "But---ugh! I don't care in HDD! As a Goddess, I always have other things to worry about and then I never get to keep track of myself! By the time I remember, I've already changed back!"
"...Yeah, same." Neptune nods, and shrugs. "Like, between you and me, Purple Heart is kind of a stone cold bitch."
"I see we're sisters in this," Vert nods astutely. "Another box checked in the name of family."
"Yeah see this has to stop."
Vert giggles. She leans forward on one of her hands, chin on her knuckle. "You're as fun to tease as Noire is. I look forward to growing our kinship~"
Neptune tries not to roll her eyes. She frowns at the thirty third Goddess instead. "So we done? I appreciate your offer to help, but there's stuff we need to do before we take the fight to them."
Vert shakes her head. "If you're keen to learn more about us, I'll find you. It's good to finally meet another Goddess, Neptune. Maybe next time you'll introduce me to your grandfather!"
"Don't flirt with him and I'll think about it."
"Ara~, where's the fun in that?"
"STOP."
Vert giggles and heads off, waving behind at her. Neptune notices that her ice cream cup is empty. Had she been sneaking bites without her noticing? Man, she needs to not rely on the Ripple and just become regularly perceptive.
Neptune scarfs down the rest of her vanilla and heads off to wander the rest of Hightower.
----
The day ends quickly and she finds herself on the tram back to Crow's Nest in short order. Noire is still blushing for some reason - up to her ears! Wow Vert shook her up good - and Grandpa Joshua looks as happy as a well-fed thunderbear. The doors close behind her as they start their trip back to Crow's Nest. "You must really like the squeezed chicken here. I'll join you next time!"
Joshua lets out a laugh as he turns to you. "Offer still stands, Neptune. Next time we come he--" He sees you and his smile dies, replaced by naked shock. "--ey, Neptune, tell me. Did you visit a salon?"
"Hm?" Neptune shakes her head. She starts counting on her fingers. "I visited the ice cream bar with Noire, the library by myself, and then came here. What's up?"
"Yeah, what's u--" Noire looks at her as well and her eyes pop out. "Woah when did you dye your hair?!"
"Dye my what." Some of it falls over your eyes and you instinctively brush your blonde-and-purple locks asi--wait what. "Wait what?! Ah, fucknuggets."
Throwback (4) Acquired: Minor Appearance Overwrite
"Please don't say that after I've eaten like fifty," Joshua sighs. He pinches his nose, eyes clenched tightly shut. "Dammit, now of all times…"
In the corner of her eye, Neptune sees Luteus sitting behind a crate of ceramic plates, covering her face and doing her best not to look over. Neptune throws her hood over her head and pulls on the strings tightly, hoping no one else noticed. Ah man, how long as this been a thing?! "Are my eyes blue? Grandpa please tell me my eyes aren't blue."
"They aren't blue," Joshua says with some relief. "And looks like it's not all your hair. It could be worse, Neptune. It could be much worse."
"That's like saying it's okay I lost three fingers because I didn't lose four!"
"...Yeah pretty much. It still sucks but imagine if you went full blonde." Neptune glares at him. "What? It's true."
"I don't get it," Noire says. The tram rocks slightly as it sets off back to Crow's Nest. "Why is Neptune slightly blonde now? And why did the both of you freak out over it?"
Neptune looks furtively at her grandfather for a split second. He looks back for just as long. Now there is that tension in the air that makes seconds feel like hours. Gah, it sucks. Neptune mentally resolves to figure out some Goddess bullshit that lets her limit her adrenaline output, so she can avoid moments like these. "Well, you see…"
[][NOIRE] "... I've got CPU Yellow Heart possessing me, and she's overwriting me bit by bit. Don't worry, it's not contagious!" Confess everything. Noire's another Heir of Luteus. She should know. And Neptune could use the support.
[][NOIRE] "...I guess I did visit the Salon after all! Hahahaaa… Mom is going to kill me for dying my hair. Please don't tell her." Lie really badly to telegraph how bad it is. Even Noire should be able to tell, and know not to delve deeper.
[][NOIRE] "...I dye my hair purple. I guess some of it got stripped off for whatever reason. Grandpa, we should get better dye." Lie convincingly. Noire should not have to deal with this. She just got whammied by Vert's reveal.
[][NOIRE] "...Uh…" Write-In
Besides dealing with Noire, Luteus finally shows up again after like, what, a week or two of nothing. She has to be dealt with somehow. On the other hand, her disappearance might be due to the sudden rediscovery of the Eopran Army, or her own efforts in suppressing Throwback. On the other-other hand, Luteus might have just wanted to hide yet more secrets. Ugh. Stupid onion puzzles. Stop having layers.
When it is convenient...
[][LUTEUS] ...Confront her directly. Be harsh and get some answers now. Why did she disappear and what is she doing, and what can they do now?
[][LUTEUS] ...Be understanding. She might not give the answers now, but she'll get answers eventually. Probably.
[][LUTEUS] ...Get mad. She got her shit straight the last time Neptune yelled at her, maybe this time it will work too.
[][LUTEUS] ...Ignore it. It's not your concern right now. She wants to save Eopra and whatever Luteus does on her own time is her business. Her absence hasn't exactly been bad, either.