Bravo Squad Hideout (With Friends)

A gaggle of blue faces and dark mohawks struggled to stare through the narrow open windows near the ceiling of the locker room.  Small plastic fans whirred and the cool, damp air from outside flowed into the hot tiled room.  FU leaned against the locker as to give Moe some extra privacy and keep her eye on the crowd trying to sneak a peek at the possible “human Mike.”

“You know, you don’t have to go through the Battleschool, it’s... really dangerous,” FU reminded Moe for the fourth or fifth time.  For once, she lacked her usual set of bandit-styled clothing, instead of wearing a simple tank top and thin hoodie.  A pair of medkits hung from her belt at her hip and her pockets down the sides of her legs were heavy with tranques, specialized “healing bullets”, and her transfusion grenades.  “I mean, Cindy caught a huge Skag and a badass Rakkhive in the last month that you could end up fighting today.”

Moe wrapped the last several inches of fabric over her knuckles, tucking the end underneath the rest down her palm and wrist so it would not come undone.  She flexed her fist, testing the blood flow to her fingers.  “It could be fun and a few arena battles sounds fun.”  Thankfully, the King and Queen had agreed not to film such a spectacle as the first non-clone to take on the Battleschool.  “Besides, you are going to be right there, right?”

FU tilted her head, the fluff of her hair still defying gravity.  The tension along her broad shoulders held tight, anxiety borne of real and imagined memories of her bros trapped within the claws of the Rakk, the laser-infused jaws of the Skags, or even the spawns of bots made by the Constructor.  Was Moe really prepared for this?  Which one was in rotation today?  Resisting nibbling at her thumb’s nail, she smirked as she sighed, “Yeah, that’s true. I’m just fretting, of course.”

Setting her hand onto FU’s shoulder, Moe guided her out of the way so she could take a gander at her “fans.”  Moe still did not quite trust all of the clone’s yet; they all shared FU’s (and Tee Zee’s) face, but any of them could turn her in.  On the other hand, most seemed to just be curious of her and accepted her, of all things.  “Same.  But, we will figure this out.  Probably over-- you said Baker was doing a barbecue tonight, right?”

Most, upon seeing Amara (including FU): “... she’s hot....”

Invasive asks!: Accepting!

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TZ:  “Aren’t those kinda what we do already?”  His brows furrow and lip sticks out as he thinks about it.  “’Cause like, we’re all basically the relived lives of the original Mike?  Maybe?  Kinda?  And all of us do it differently ‘cause we’re all trying to be ourselves, but also Mikes.  But then again, I’m a little different because I’m TZ and like, there’s not gonna be another TZ, unless we do switch souls sometimes?  I wonder if the last TZ messed up as much as I have, or maybe he was a lot cooler and didn’t basically kill his squad by being an idiot?  Or not?  Is that what destiny is?”

FU: “I wouldn’t do that to the next “me.”  It kinda sucks to always be compared to another person that’s not around anymore because you’re an exact copy of them, if that makes sense?  So, maybe a different life?  Though, I do love my life as it is, minus a few small details.”

“Kurt.” Kurt gave her another look, smirking. Clearly liking what he saw. “You new to this planet? Haven’t seen someone as hot as you lurking around this place in a long time.” 

Describe them: accepting!

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Eyes!

All Three:

Their eyes are a bright blue, reminiscent of the effects of digistruction though they do not glow.  Eyelashes are fairly short

TZ: 

His eyes are a little duller than younger clones, crows feet branch out from the corners and he has the tendency to squint.  He tends to have dark circles, but one would pick up that he wears make-up to mask them and keep his facial skin tone even.

FU:

Her eyes are bright and youthful.  FU’s gaze is soft and alert, she’s always paying attention to everything going on around her.  No wrinkles yet, but with how high her eyebrows tend to shoot up, she’ll get worry lines eventually.  She doesn’t even have bags under her eyes, nor does she wear makeup.  FU manages to get enough sleep every night.

Bravo: 

Even when she’s trying to play nice, her gaze is hard and simmering with barely restrained fury.  Pink and purple eye shadow does nothing to block the darkened skin around both sockets and the wrinkles formed from scowling.  As she’s aged, her one good eye has grown darker, almost violet.  Her bad eye is milky white, the large violet scar on that side of the face barely missing it as it splashes across her face.  She wears false lashes to look more feminine. 

Hair!

All Three: 

Mikes always cut their hair into mohawks of some sort.  Their hair naturally grows in dark blue and is usually fairly soft to the touch and thick.  At shorter lengths, it sticks up naturally without gel. 

TZ:

His hair is the shortest and the least kempt of the three.  It is wavy, and a little coarse to the touch.  One would easily assume that it had been melted in any of his many stunts.  The sides of his head tend to have a short growth of hair, making the few scars at the back of his head and on the side stand out if one looks too closely. The main mohawk stands up at around 4 inches long along the front, tapering to shorter length towards the back.  His hair gets a little oily sometimes from a lack of showering.

FU: 

Neat, clean, fluffy, and thicc.  The sides are shaved short, though towards the end of the day she’ll get a little fuzz.  She wears no product, so her 5 inch hawk of fluff just stands up on its own.  It smells nice from her daily showering habit. Even with her constant mask wear, it’ll just settle back to its usual fluff once she runs her hand through it.

Bravo: