break_away_from_fear: (*Keep smiling*)
([personal profile] break_away_from_fear posting in [community profile] srwu Aug. 27th, 2016 01:40 pm)
[That was it.... the Lady is gone and Leos no longer has need to fight anymore and he could go back to his treatment. After some deliberation the Filial was to be disassembled and studied in depth in order to gain a better understanding of the Precursor Martian Technology.  But that at the current moment was neither here nor there. With the Raven's Nest collapsing completely, people needed an alternative to the arena battles, a chance to watch pilots give it their all in head to head mechanized chaos...  and PROGTECH - after much redevelopment and reworking of their goals and hierarchy delivered.]


[Cheering loudly from the stadium seat, Leos threw his hands in the air without shame. An advancement in Virtual Technology, miniaturized robotics and a complex particle emission system known simply as HIDEO, Project: Formula Front allowed for people of all ages to purchase and design miniature Armored Cores with ease and pit them against each other in configurable arenas - allowing everything from standard combat in non-standard environments to multi-Core Races through obstacle laden tracks. It was the last lap through a volcanic arena that was under considerable stress, often tearing the track apart - destabilizing footing or making unexpected ramps... and Lana - on the board as Hustler Nine with her AC Cueball just barely managed to cross the finish line, the gundam-colored machine stretching its arm across it as the rival it went head to head with was just mere millimeters behind her. The crowd went absolutely wild as the contestants who didn't have their ACs wrecked all crossed.

Within moments the area reconfigured, a winner's stand with an erupting Volcano as its backdrop and jumping in joy was not just her machine, but also Lana herself.]


[From the looks of it, her competition had no issues with their loss as well, the second and third place contestants having their AC's put the Cueball up on their shoulders. The three beaming brightly as they held their trophies up for a picture.]

[It was a truly big day and Lana was happily chattering away, not just about the events of the closing event, but every moment that preceded it. This was a far cry from the disconnected apathy of Lana 1.0... or the brutal competitiveness and ruthlessness of Hustler One. Lana genuinely enjoyed herself... she connected with the other contestants, she embraced the challenge... and everything she put on display was all her own skill, no tweaked variables, no nudged systems. She hugged her trophy proudly... and yawned...]

Aww... someone sleepy after their big day?

No I'm not! Imma robot remember... I don't need... sleep...

[Lana stumbled a little drunkenly... before Leos picked her up with surprising ease, trophy and all and held her close.]

Bweh?! P...papa?

[The only answer Lana received was a doting smile. A pout formed on her face as she tried to claim that she wasn't sleepy at all... and failed as a yawn escaped her lips, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.]

Well... maybe... just... a little nap...

[Finally accepting her need to rest with that mumbled compliance her eyelids flitted for a moment before closing softly, slowly but surely being lulled to sleep by the sound of Leos' heartbeat as she snuggled against her father figure.]

... Its funny isn't it... how things ended up between me and her?

[It would be a while before Leos would have to head back to the institute, so for the time being he was crashing at Sakihama. Still with Lana - who refused to let go as she clung to Leos with all her might. The former Raven, once the Ninebreaker, once the leader of the Frighteners... now simply a person slowly being eased through the pain of his past, a writer of children's stories... sitting on a sofa with the newest incarnation of the machine that turned his life on its head. He felt... truly at peace. Everything felt light... and though the past hurt.... the pain wasn't as bad.]

This is nice I guess...

[He let out a soft yawn before planting a light kiss to Lana's forehead, letting himself just sink into the softness of the sofa as he started to drift off. One hand holding his daughter, the other on a yet to be opened pack of pudding.]

Night Lana.... sweet dreams...
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