OPERATION: PR [Tyson]

Man, summer is harsh. Yes, it’s a refreshing time of the ear where you don’t have to walk around in a large jacket and fear getting a cold, but… right now, Imai had a cold. It was from sweating too much and having the window open, but come on, what else was he supposed to do? Now, his room smelled of adolescence, and his skin was drenched in sweat. He almost felt as if his body was stuck on the bed - it was a gross experience.

After changing basically everything inside his room as well as having taken a bath - a long, cold and agonizing bath - he aimed to finish his device today. A lot of tinkering was waiting to be done, and his tools were laying all around his table in a chaotic manner. Most of the work had already been done off-screen, but he had to give it a memory storage system… one that could remember and store all information running through it for later use. It was crucial for today’s experiment, and Imai held great need for it.

He had found an old iLac and pulled out its memory card to compensate. He just needed a small, tough material to encase it with, and steel likely wouldn’t do the job. It would just tinker with the electrical currents, and Imai didn’t spot any other materials present at his table or in his room. He would have to go outside and search.

But first, he needed today’s round of pancakes from the guild hall’s cafeteria. That was even more important than safety as he had just strapped the strange device onto his back with all the scraps exposed, heading downstairs in the guild’s headquarters inside Mr. Large Tree to only skip through the long staircase and find himself devouring his pancake prey.

Tyson splashed his face in the sink. Man, ever since he did that Magic Exam he was a wreck. It was like being constantly under the after effects of nasuea. Why now of all times? He never got sick, ever since he had killed that goddamn dragon.

Rubbing his face, the redhead groaned. Was this cause of his powers? Did that dragon not tell him something he should have known? Like...his poison powers corroding him or something? No that couldn't be it. They would have melted him far far earlier than that moment.

Still today he had stuff to do with his best buddy and he would not let Imai down. He did not know why the kiddo looked up at him as some sort of end all be all guy, but if the cosmic mage thought that highly of him then he could not disappoint. Ready or not he had to carry on with the day.

Tyson flailed his arms around, trying to grab hold of Ivory Fang. He put it there last night yeah? Yeah there it was. He pulled it close and inspected it for a moment. Yeah all fine. He placed the chestplate on himself and obeserved as the magic armor swallowed his body up in a tight fitting armor made of bones and scales. He fiddled with his open toed boots to adjust them slightly. He raised his foot up, wiggled his claws then checked his long sleeve gloves.

"Pfft. So? You like how my scales and bones look on your body?"

Tyson snapped a full 180, but no one was there. He returned his gaze to the mirror, just in time for his head to get covered in his helmet. Again with the voices. Was he hallucinating? He was clearly hearing someone that was not there. Someone that should be dead long ago. Someone he was literally wearing skin and bones of. He needed to find someone who could make sense of all this, before he went crazy. Maybe he already was.

Tyson claws tip tapped around as they lightly scraped the floor, the Slayer making his way to the caffeteria for some chocolatte. It was there he noticed Imai already up and with his usual blue getup completely ravaging some pancakes. "Hey there. You ready?" Tyson greeted, sitting on the other side of the table taking a sip of his beverage. He tried to played it off, but the bags under his icy gaze told a different story. He probably had not slept well in ages.

"Alright so, we should probably get to work. What's this thing we need to do?"

Imai quickly looked up from the plate of maul-able pancakes and spotted his buddy, Tyson with his scaly suit on like always. Despite having syrup on his cheek, the cosmic mage greeted joyously: “Hey! I’ll be ready rrriiiiiight after these are gone…” He then took the entire plate up and shoveled down the pancakes until nothing was left in order to speed it up, so that Tyson wouldn’t have to wait too long.

The device on his back needed some explanation. Imai changed to serious mode and glared at Ty as he spoke with his fingers crossed: “I’m on the verge of finishing a small creation of mine. This device right here-“ He picked it up from his back and laid it on the table, “is almost ready, BUT! I need something small, flat and sturdy to support the memory card. For some reason, iron doesn’t work which sucks…” While thinking of an alternative - a possible one - Imai scratched his head and hair until it looked like a mess.

“Come on, come on… any ideas on a material that I could use? It just has to be something that I can cut a small, flat piece out of.”

The slayer looked at the contraption Imai had left on the table. By now, the poison mage had grown used to the general playfulness of his best buddy. This was new though. He did not know Imai was an engineer. Hell he did not even know when he even got the time to cobble up that weird lacrima thing. He was curious of one thing though: why would he drag his ass down the bed and have him come, in full armor mind you, into the caffetteria just to ask him if he knew some weird material that could substitute iron.

Tyson stared with a puzzled expression at Imai's piercing gaze. The slayer's eyes moved from his cosmic buddy to his contraption on the table multiple times. "Imai...you know I am not an engineer. I don't know this kinda stuff..." Tyson bubbled, nearing his right had to pick up the thing and give it a once over. "Should you not be better off if you asked MAI to help you with whatever these thigns ar-"

"I would not touch that if I were you."

Tyson's hand stopped midway, hanging over the contraption but simply hovering above. The slayer stared at the thing Imai had dropped on the table, then slowly retreated his hand back to his lap. Glancing once at his gloved hand, he allowed his arm to limp. Again with the voices. Again with the same feeling of being spyed. He really needed someone to help him with that stuff. The more and more he waited the worse it was becoming.

"Well...uuuh...either way I don't know many sturdy materials that can replace iron. If you can't have a metal then the stuff gets kinda tough..." It was at that moment that an image flashed in his mind as he tried to change subject. Tyson dug his hand into his armor and took out a small piece of the same boney material the plating squeezing his body was made of.

"How about...dragon bone?" He offered the piece at Imai. "This thing came off Ivory when that stupid rat decided to play with it the day I...passed out during my Rank Exams. It's really hard so maybe you can use this?"

Ah, yes, this machine would prove greatly useful for Imai and his occupations. It was a professional work in his mind, and he wouldn’t people pull him away from his extremely ambitious drives. Now, the catch was that whatever drive he had was, definitely, far from ideal and of a normal protocol… Uh, it would be better if Tyson didn’t know, would it? Wait, no, it wouldn’t! Tyson was just as much a boi as Imai, so he wouldn’t be left out of all the fun! Never!

“Yeah, it’s been bugging my mind all night… along with a few other things- ideas… Y-Yes, ideas…” Imai mumbled out in the end, suddenly realizing the trail he was taking and quickly changing the subject to ideas about this tool of his.

That was when Tyson came with the solution in form of dragon-freaking-bone! DRAGON BONE! The literal fraction of a dragon in his hand! Imai picked it up from Tyson’s hand and glared at it with wide-opened eyes that were about to tear up in joy. “Ooooooooohhh!!!” he let out excitingly, “T-This’ll work, no issue…!” Despite it being, like, morning, Imai was full of energy. It was likely thanks to his excessive, magical storage that he never had the time to truly utilize to its full potential.

A little tinkering would do the trick as Imai picked up a glue-gun and a stick. The chip, the memory card, fit on it. Great! Now, he just had to drill it on again with the stick that had a drill-like edge to it, and… boom.

“I-It’s done!” Imai exclaimed as he lifted up the tool that looked like a gravity gun from Garry’s Mod, “Time to test it… with a piece of Kenna’s hair, I should be able to-“ He opened up a box-like room in the tool and put a single line of hair from his favorite Dragon Slayer in it. Then, the machine began to generate and make up-charging sounds, and the space between the ‘fingers’ of the gun hole manifested a pair of panties.

A pair of panties that Kenna had or was wearing at this very moment.

Imai’s mouth watered at the very sight. His tool was a complete success, and he celebrated it by putting the pair of panties over his head and bathing in the lewd energy that it emitted. “Haaaaaaah…~”

In the meantime, Tyson was not sharing Imai's feelings. He watched confused, mumbling "but why Kenna's hair" as his friend turned on the weird machine. The moment panties were involved, panties the judging by the scent on them they indeed were part of his Guildmaster's wardrobe, Tyson's face, for the little that it showed between Ivory Fang's mouth guard and helmet blushed completely and utterly red!

"IMAI WHAT THE FUCK?!" The slayer exclaimed, completely take off guard by the realization of his best pal building a panties stealing machine. And out of everyone, he had chosen none other than their guild master. He knew his friend had a knack for pretty ladies but that, If Kenna found out about it they were both going to get a boot to the face.

"Why the hell did you-" he snagged the contraption before Imai could go out and star robbing every sabertooth lady's underwear.

Oh boi. Now this was going to be a problem. Ace or non Ace, angering your guildmaster was not a good idea at all. He also did not want to get punished or kicked out of Sabertooth. Not counting the whole Rising Star deal that was there too. He had a reputation to uphold.

Yes, this was but a step towards Imai’s ambition to switch out his bedwear with panties, to then step into sleeping in body-pillows with identical scents, to then one day sleep with all of them at once! And no, when he said ‘sleep’, he meant SLEEP! Any mediocre admirer of womanly beauty would want to deflower any Sabertooth sorceress that there was, but Imai had a darn drive in him, a vision and ideology. He aimed to be the luckiest boy in the world! He aimed to be the happiest! The most spoiled! The most instinctively hedonistic!

The only thing that held him back, truly, was inner, human nature. Despite his drives as a hormonally frustrated teenager, he still had morals to uphold. He still remembered that he was an Ace of Sabertooth, a respectable guild with quite a huge influence on the world and others.

But… oh shit, Tyson was holding onto his device now.

“H-HEY, GIVE IT BACK!” Imai burst out, flailing his arms at Tyson to grab the device again. That was his masterpiece, damn it…!

"Do you have any idea of what you're doing!?" Tyson added, his face now visibly flustered at the prospect of getting caught with some girl's panties. He was a Rising Star damn it! He had a reputation to uphold. He could not just let Imai go with this stuff.

"I give you some dragon bone to help you out and THIS-" he waved the contraption in his hand, tossing it to his other hand when Imai tried to get a hold of it again. "-is what you use it for? First, this is not only absurdly lewd and creepy but also illegal. Panties or not, you're stealing someone else's property. Stealing our guildmaster's intimate wear even! Stuff like this gets you a boot in the ass and a goodbye from the guild, ace or not! You're going to go give that back before you create any more trouble."

Seriously, for how nice Imai could be, being this kind of perverted at this young age really did not bode well. He could get himself and the guild into trouble if this kind of conduct was going to be externated. "I thought this was going to be something much more important too. I came down here in full armor all fast and swift as possible only to aid in the creation of the pervert-o-matic..."

Tyson pondered what to do. Return the panties was a no brainer, hopefully before their guildmaster noticed they were missing. But what to do of that thing he was holding. He had to get it in a place where Imai would not be able to get it. He did not want to give it to Kenna though. That would surely get Imai into trouble and he really did not want his friend to get into trouble.

Imai just kept flailing. He wanted his pervert-o-matic. It was his, and he built it from scratch. Okay, Ty did put the last, important part in - the dragon scale - but c’mooooooooooon. It wasn’t even the first time that Imai attempted to grasp some of Kenna-nee’s underwear! How was he going to continue with this, now? Ty showed no signs of yielding, and his rebuke of Imai was heavy for the star boy. He needed to figure out something…

Pretending to breathe heavily as if exhausted, Imai sat down in a cross-legged position and faced away from Ty with a pouting, angry face. “Hmpf! It’s not like you don’t want to see them too…” he commented, truly showing just how ridiculously childish the Ace could be at times. He didn’t remember Kenna-nee being so strict with stuff like underwear; please, she’d only get angry at Imai if he got hurt, she loved him! She was the best…

… That did give him an idea.

“I-It’s not the first time I try to steal them panties…!” he explained, “Usually… uh, yeah, usually Kenna-nee just gives them to me and lets me play with them!” He was obviously lying right now, but uh… it was sink or swim.

“It’s true! She knows about my needs and all…”

"That is the stupidest thing for an excuse I have ever heard." Tyson replied. "How in the hell can you be such a perv at such at a young age is beyond me. Also, for the record, no I don't want to see anyone's panties. I don't swing either way, if you catch my drift."

He whipped the thing into his other hand, making sure Imai would not be able to get a hold of the pantie stealing machine. "We are going to go put these back and hope our Guild Master does not kick both of us out the castle. Literally."

He began walking at a steady pace towards the dormitories. He was beginning to wonder how in the hell could a teen be able to create such items. Just thinking of an old imai working on a porn-o-matic like a creep was making his skin crawl. He wanted none of it. He wanted none of it at all. "This is even more embarassing than turning into a giant orange bunny."

There was nothing stupid about his excuse, what the hell! And it appeared that Tyson only took it a bit further by addressing Imai as one of 'young age', which just made the scarlet-haired space mage fume over. One thing was preventing him from dicking around with one of his kills of time and hobbies of today, but another was assuming him to be yet a small kid. Tyson wasn't even that much older!

"Hey, who are you calling young?! You're almost as old as me, aren't you?! And I'm almost 19, give me a break...!!!" he proclaimed furiously, both his arms flailing in the air and his foot stomping the ground to spread out his discomfort, "C'moooooooon, it's Kenna-nee's panties! They're so special to meeeeee...!!!"

In all honesty, Imai didn't catch what Tyson meant by 'I don't swing either way', partly due to his sizzling and immature anger.

Imai was still trying to grab Kenna-nee's panties from Tyson's hands like a little kid, but given they were about the same height, it was Tyson's hand game that cucked Imai over and resulted in him not getting his hands on the cloth. "P-Please, trust me, she won't harm us! I'll take all responsibility for what happens to those panties, so just give them back, pleeaaaseeee...!"