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The actual thread title is "The A.A. has had enough of bad cooking. Uh huh, Mamba and Cheetah? We're looking at you."
Their trauma comes in the form of two people. And they've had enough.
The Mamba is currently trying to build a remote paper airplane in the LEGO room, the LEGOs currently neglected. And the A.A. is ascending to that room.
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The Cheetah is watching the Mamba, with a lollipop firmly stuck into her mouth. Her previous project--a small house in which her sweets were carefully stored--was finished and off to the side.
She'd also made a bench out of LEGOs ((0.0)) and that was where she was sitting right now, swinging her legs.
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The Mamba just threw the airplane, which veers off towards the entrance. That happens to just about be the time the A.A. opens the formerly closed--and barricaded (not on purpose, they just kinda threw a bunch of LEGOs there earlier)--door. Fortunately, the A.A. is not hit and all of the LEGOs formerly acting as the barricades are easily pushed to the side as the door is opened, but seeing as the Apologetic Assassin explicitly stated earlier to not make a mess, they're probably not very content with what just happened.
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"Hwiiii!" The Cheetah greeted cheerfully with a wave, her word sounding different because of the sweet in her mouth.
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Usually the A.A. just backs out afterwards. Ok, maybe not. Usually they just don't come here.
Anyways, they don't really say anything. They just come in and edge the door closed. Slooowlyyyy.
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"Are you going to do another airplane, Mamba?"
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He shakes his head, trying to get the airplane back to him, Nothing.
The A.A. picks it up and throws it back. It would seem to go towards the Mamba at first, but then it with its sharp metallic point veers towards the Cheetah.
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She jumped up promptly when she noticed the airplane's new direction and moved away so it wouldn't hit her.
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Then it just kind of twirls towards the Mamba again. Thank goodness he has his armor and mask on; it clinks to the floor.
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"Don't you know how to throw an airplane?" The Cheetah complained.
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She is ignored.
"They do!" the Mamba answers for them, or maybe he would've said anything regardless of reply. "That was awesome!" He sounds like he has a grin underneath his mask. "It worked!"
"It did," the A.A. comments flatly as they push the door to a close.
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She doesn't mind.
"Is it a weapon?"
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"Nonlethal," they evaluate.
The Mamba changes his no to a yes because,,, yep. The A.A. specified something about it as a weapon, and so now it is apparently a weapon.
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"But could you stab something with it???"
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"No," they say immediately. "The point would break or bend. Incredibly inefficient."
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"Aw, that's kinda sad."
The Cheetah pocketed the clean lollipop stick once she was finished eating.
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"How so?" they inquire, stopping at their current position and not moving. The A.A. is in semi-visible state--a shadowy glob, basically, that implies a humanoid shape.
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"Well, nobody expects to be stabbed with an airplane," she reasoned.
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"Then that expectation should be set in stone," the A.A. says.
The Mamba just nods along even though he probably doesn't really understand the A.A.'s cryptic sayings.
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"Eh," the Cheetah sighed and returned to her seat. "I'm not that much into stabbing."
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The A.A. is likely concerned on some level.
"But I am!" the Mamba says, elevating the A.A.'s concern levels further.
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"Wouldn't it be interesting if you made an airplane-shaped knife???"
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"We should make one!" the Mamba exclaims, starting to go for more LEGOs.
"No," the A.A. says, stopping him. "Going outside. Us. Now."
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"Where are we going? Is it going to be more interesting than hanging out here?" The Cheetah seemed very interested.
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"More productive," the A.A. says.
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"Okay, but where are we going?" She insisted.
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"Somewhere more productive," comes the supremely helpful response.
The Mamba seems excited nonetheless. He just chucked a LEGO piece at the ceiling.
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"Alright, I'm coming! Do I need to take something?"
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"Don't bring explosives," comes the response.
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"What?" The Cheetah stood up, brushing her skirt around. "Why not?"