Pantheon POV
Pantheon wakes up an can speak.
Pantheon: Hey Blanc I think I should go home today.
White Heart: Hmm? *She wakes up* We will but first we will go to Lastation to meet up with Noire, and also all our nations are your home. *She gently rubs his head*
White Heart: You saved this dimension from the Empire, we are forever in your debt. So please feel your at home in any of our nations, okay? *She says hopeful and continues to rub his head*
Pantheon: Okay, I will, thank you for reminding me.
White Heart: Your welcome Pantheon, anytime. *She gets up and carries Pantheon in her arms, gently*
Pantheon: So are we going, Blanc?
White Heart: Sure, why not? *She fly's through her Basilicom and out as she fly's to Lastation while holding Pantheon close*
Pantheon: Can I nap in your arms, Blanc?
White Heart: Sure go ahead. *She chuckles as she continues to fly*
Thirty minutes pass and at Lastation CPU Hotel.
White Heart: We are here, Pantheon. *She says to him waking him from his nap and rubbing his head and back*
Pantheon: We are? *He yawns and asks in confusion*
White Heart: Yes we are, now lets go see Noire. *She fly's to the door and knocks on it very hard*
Noire: Ugh! You don't have to knock on the door so loudly! I am coming! *She walks to the door from the inside and opens it*
White Heart: Hello, Noire. How was your work? *She says with a smirk*
Noire: Ruined since you knocked so loud. It scared me and I messed up my paperwork and now I have to go through it all over again! *She says pissed*
White Heart: Oh sorry. *She says sarcastically* I just wanted to see if we could head to Planeptune together, with Pantheon. *She says seriously*
Noire: We can, but I will get you back for this one day. *She transforms into HDD*
White Heart: Alright, lets go. *She leaves and fly's to Planeptune with Pantheon in her arms*
Black Heart: Okay I will follow you. *She follows White Heart and fly's to Planeptune*
At Planeptune Basilicom outside.
Black Heart: Were finally here, I wonder if they were doing work or just goofing off, again. *She sighs and transforms back*
White Heart: Well I guess we will find out. *She puts down Pantheon and transforms back*
Noire: Hey, Blanc can I hold Pantheon now?
Blanc: Sure Noire, I will because you are jealous.
Noire: I'm not jealous, Baka! *She then picks up Pantheon gently and cuddles him into her and lays his head on her chest*
Noire: Pantheon, just rest I will take care of you.
Pantheon: Okay. *He relaxes in her arms*
Noire chuckles and walks inside along with Blanc.
Noire POV
Noire is holding Pantheon in her arms
Nepgear: I prepared tea for everyone.
Noire: Oh, thanks.
Pantheon: Thank you.
Noire: Pantheon, I will pour the tea from your cup into your mouth, okay.
Pantheon: Alright.
Noire: Nepgear's a sensible and good girl. Even though my first impression of her was...that.
Blanc: Hard to believe she's Neptune's little sister. Even though my first impression of her was...that.
Histoire: She is detail-oriented and very responsible. Even though my first impression of her was...that.
Nepgear: But...I've apologized for that so many times now! Please forget it ever happened!
Neptune: Everyone's finally recognizing her good qualities. That's good news for her loud and proud big sister!
Pantheon: You are a very kind girl Nepgear.
Nepgear: Thank you Pantheon.
Plutia: Aww, you're soooo lucky... I want a little sister, too...
Neptune: Heh, too bad. I cant give Nep Jr. away, not even to you.
Nepgear: I don't think I'd want to have any big sister other than Neptune...
Pantheon: Noted Nepgear.
Noire: Okay, let's cut the chatter. How are your nations? It's been a whole week since the Leanbox meeting.
Blanc: A considerable amount of Leanbox hardware has been imported into the gray market, but it had no impact.
Histoire: Planeptune has experienced the same thing. No real impact.
Pantheon: Hmm... (Its all about videogames. In my home universe it was a lot more diverse, during the days of the Republic)
Plutia: Ooooh, really...?
Neptune: Dang, you work quick, Mini-Histy! When'd you get time to do research?
Histoire: While you two were playing, Nepgear and I investigated!
Nepgear: Please remain calm, Histoire...
Noire: I see. My nation experienced the same, as well. I had my citizens engage in some market research, too.
Pantheon: So Verts threat was a empty one, I see.
Histoire: It seems so Pantheon.
Noire: They said the launch lineup was sparse and the discs would get scratched during normal use. All complaints.
Blanc: In Lowee, everyone said the console was way too bulky. Especially the controller. People couldn't hold it.
Nepgear: Um. I'm not exactly sure I understand, but in Planeptune...
Nepgear: Many people were of the opinion that smaller is better. Or small things are...um, "Justice"...
Pantheon: All complaints no good things, is that correct?
Histoire: That is correct Pantheon.
Noire: Spot on Pantheon.
Blanc: Exactly Pantheon.
Pantheon: Alright I see.
Neptune: Smaller's better, they say! That's lookin' good for you, Blanc!
Blanc: We're discussing hardware, right? Why would you turn the conversation over to me like that, huh?! *Pissed Tone with a red eye*
Noire: In the end, Leanbox was all bark and no bite. I fell kind of dumb for getting panicked at all...
Blanc: Yeah, I'd never lose to some dumb woman who's only big in one place.
Neptune: I figured something like this would happen. It was Vert, after all.
Plutia: Yuuuuup... It was Vert, after all...
Nepgear: You're really ripping on her, huh? Our dimension's Vert is quite strong when she's serious. I think. Maybe.
Vert walks in.
Vert: Ladies! And Jedi!
Pantheon: ?!?!
Neptune: Yikes! Surprised, I am!
Nepgear: Why, it's the Vert of this dimension! They look almost exactly the same... Hello, or... Um, pleased to meet you.
Vert: How dare you do this to me! Using such underhanded tactics...!
Pantheon: What now?
Noire: Your greetings are always so kind. What're you blaming us for now?
Vert: Feigning ignorance, are you?! To go out and give my console such a horrid reputation...!
Pantheon: We did nothing of the sort.
Blanc: Horrid, huh? You mean the actual things our people are complaining about at this very moment?
Vert: Precisely! I cannot accept that MY hardware would garner so much unwarranted criticism...
Vert: It must be because you all started a smear campaign against me! What else explains the negativity?!
Plutia: Smeeeeear...?
Neptune: Speaking of negativity... *Suggestive glance*
Nepgear: Huh? Wh-Why would I know anything about that?
Pantheon: What's a smear campaign?
Noire: A smear campaign is when a person discredits a public figure or leader by making false or dubious accusations, do you now understand Pantheon? *Patient Tone*
Pantheon: Yes I do. Thank you.
Noire: Your welcome Pantheon. *She kisses Pantheons forehead and cuddles his head into her chest*
Noire: I'm just gonna say that we had nothing to do with this. Research it yourself if you don't believe me.
Blanc: Ridiculous. These are the excuses of a sore loser.
Vert: Hmm? None of you did anything? But it's incredibly popular in my own nation... So why...?
Blanc: People are free to like or dislike whatever they want.
Blanc: Leanbox's hardware doesn't meet the needs of this continent's people. It's just to bulky.
Vert: I-Impossible! Whether it is one's hardware or bust size, bigger is always better, is it not?
Pantheon: ...*Facepalms*
Blanc: Bust size... You finally come clean and admit it's all about your damn tits, huh?! *Pissed Tone with a red eye and she transforms*
White Heart: Lets rumble! Now! If you don't defend yourself , you're going to get crushed! *Pissed Tone with a red eye*
Pantheon: Please don't hurt me, Blanc...
White Heart: I wont, none of us would ever hurt you Pantheon. *She hugs him a little and then faces Vert in anger*
Histoire: Aaah! Please don't go ballistic in our Basilicom!
Neptune: Eat an icicle or something, Blanc! Your boiling point is way too low.
Plutia: Aww, that's so nice... She can transform whenever she wants... I wanna transform, too...
Noire: No! Absolutely not!
Vert: Fine. If you intend to go that far, then we shall indeed settle this!
Nepgear: Goodness, Vert! P-Please don't fight here. Please!
Vert: Of course, I would never allow us to have our showdown in a meager location such as this.
Vert: The most fitting locale for our final battle is where I became a CPU!
Pantheon: Huh? Why there? Cant any place in the wilderness work?
White Heart: In other words, you wanna fight on your home turf? Pretty cheap move for someone who talks so much shit.
Vert: Say what you will. In that place, I will be able to wield my powers in full...
Vert: And with them, I will crush you both body and soul!
Neptune: So basically, you're telling us to give you a gigantic advantage.
Noire: I don't see why we should bother to travel there to meet you.
Vert: Well, if you are all scared despite it being five against one, then I suppose I wont force the issue.
Vert: But I will certainly let the whole world know that the four CPUs and one Jedi were all to scared to face me.
Nepgear: Five? Um, are you not counting me?
White Heart: So in the end, you're threatening us. Fine. I'll agree to your terms! *Pissed Tone with a red eye*
Vert: Excellent. Then I shall await your arrival. Come whenever you feel best prepared for your humiliation.
Vert leaves.
Plutia: Aaaaand she's gone...
Noire: Could you try to not decide what we're all going to do without asking?
White Heart: Oh... Sorry. *She transforms back*
Blanc: All my blood rushed into my head.
Neptune: Good grief! The folks over here sure are quick to start a fight.
Nepgear: Well, we got into fights pretty often in our dimension, too...
Noire: I guess we have to go now, though. I fell like were following her orders, so I'm kind of against this.
Blanc: If you don't like it, then stay here. I wont lose to her, even if I'm alone.
Noire: You're right. We don't have to do everything together.
Neptune: I've got to go. I totally forgot, but I gotta get a CPU mammory or whatever from Vert to give to Nep Jr.!
Pantheon: I don't think its that simple Neptune. *He sweat drops*
Neptune: Of course it is!
Plutia: If Neppy's going, then I'm going tooooo...
Noire: You think CPU Memories are that easy to come by? It's an item that makes you a CPU, y'know!
Blanc: If this kid turns into a CPU, it'll be yet another nail in Leanbox's coffin.
Nepgear: Vert seemed really angry... I'm okay. It doesn't have to be right now...
Neptune: No, no! The longer you act all passive and whatnot, the more you're going to age!
Neptune: I'll plead with Vert for it. Hands and knees, the whole shebang.
Pantheon: Huh? Don't plead for it. Just ask.
Nepgear: You'd go...that far for me...?
Neptune: Naturally. Anything for my beloved and lovely little sister!
Neptune: Plus, if you age any more, people will get crazy confused about which one of us is the older sister!
Histoire: Your true motive is leaking out.
Nepgear: Thank you so much! I really love you, Neptune!
Nepgear: Although, it would be great to let myself grow a little more and see some of my parts develop...
Pantheon: Why, just why? *He facepalms*
Noire: Even you say stuff like that, huh?
IF: She's scheming naughty things.
Peashy: What's a scheming?
Compa: It means someone like Ge-Ge!
Nepgear: What the goodness?! No, it doesn't! Better yet, when did you three start listening in?
[Nepgear has mastered the "Scheming" Ability!]
Pantheon: Another text box on screen... *He sighs*
Nepgear: Awwwww! Another weird ability! I really don't want that one!
Plutia: Ohhhhh, so Neppy Jr. is a big schemer...
Neptune: Your big sister is quite sad to see this. I always thought of you as a pure innocent girl!
Peashy: Scheming, scheming!
Nepgear: N-No, that's not true at all! I was just trying to make a joke! I swear I'm not scheming anything...
Pantheon: She doesn't scheme, Emperor Palpatine, does... *His eyes change into yellow*
Noire: Pantheon, lets not talk about the guy we all hate, alright? *Worried Tone*
Pantheon: Okay. *His eyes switch back to purple*
Noire: Fine. Maybe I'll go, after all. I doubt you'd be able to take care of this by yourselves.
Blanc: It'd really help me out, since I'd have to deal with those two.
Seven Sages Hideout
Rei: Oh, what to do, what to do?! Oh dear, oh my...
Mr. Badd: Still panicking?
Abnes: Ever since the CPU of Leanbox appeared, she's been like this.
Rei: CPUs and nations keep increasing! Four nations and what, five CPUs? Or is it six now? Still...agggh...
Arfoire: I've said it before, but you are such an annoying woman... Can't you calm yourself for a single moment?
Rei: No! I cant calm down at all!
Warechu: Oh, she talked back for once.
???: Dear me, Rei is growing up a bit. But she needs to be mindful of who it is she's talking back to.
Arfoire: Who do you think you're addressing with that comeback?
Rei: Eep... I'm sorry... I was a little upset, so...
Mr. Badd: No need for us to meddle this time. Let the CPUs fight amongst themselves.
Abnes: Agreed. I don't care, personally, because the Leanbox CPU isn't a little girl in the slightest.
Rei: Wh-What?! We can't just leave them be... Ughhh...
Arfoire: Ugh, enough! My patience Is at its limit!
???: Hmm? Where are you going, Arfie?
Arfoire: I'll go eradicate all of Leanbox. If I do that, maybe even that nervous wreck over there will shut up!
Rei: Huh? Arfoire, you...
Mr. Badd: Is she doing something nice...?
Abnes: Are you sick or something?
Warechu: Maybe she's gone senile, chu.
Arfoire: You're wrong, you fools! I just feel like going on a killing spree. And your comment went to far, rat!
???: In that case, I will offer a lovely little gift to our ever so generous ally, Arfie.
Arfoire: Who's generous?! So what is it? I'll throw it right into the trash if it's something ridiculous.
???: I managed to rebuild your beloved by-toy! Take him for a spin and have a cute little date for me!
Arfoire: My beloved...boy-toy?
???: I tuned him up just a smidge, and I'm sure you'll fall in love all over again. Tee-hee-hee!