"Glasses," Valhalla whispered to herself, grabbing the ones that were on the workbench next to her. They were specially made: technologically engineered to help in the fixing of the arm by her father. They helped, and she was able to fix what she needed to.
Addison stepped back up to the top of her ladder and started again. Her arm already felt a bit tired, but she also had been doing this earlier.
She looked closer at the panel and saw a fleck of dirt stuck to it. If she picked it off she’d have to redo the polish and then it would be uneven.
She looked down to the shelf next to her and pulled out a pair of tweezers.
Her hand shook as she tried to perfectly remove the dirt, but she ended up doing a bit too much damage.
She sighed and reapplied polish, the Mecha would get dirty later anyway.
Valhalla fixed all that was wrong with her arm, slipping it on once she'd done so. She tested it out, all that she could do. She tested the fire and its variations. She tested the air and all that came with it. She tested the earth and everything that was involved. Now for water.
Addison looked back again at Valhalla and smiled, it was nice to see her make progress and fix her arm successfully.
She climbed off the step ladder and moved it over to the next panel. She looked into her tray of polish, realizing it would need to be refilled.
She poured the last of the polish onto the panel and smoothed it out.
Addison thought about the possibility of using up the whole bottle, and how she probably should try and use less polish. But the Mecha wouldn’t look super nice with uneven coats.
Valhalla looked at where Addison was standing. "I still have to test water - in my arm - but I don't want to ruin your mecha. And then I'm gonna have to test it in my mecha as well."
Addison looked up to Valhalla once she realized she’d been spoken to.
“Ah, well … I’ll have to-“ she mimed wiping fake tears. “I’ll have to re-polish them again anyway. I’m almost done.”
As much as it pained her, Addison knew that this was necessary anyway. She quickly used up the last of the polish, she didn’t want to hold up Valhalla.
Valhalla decided to surround the mecha in a ring of fire, drying the mecha quickly. "There. Now it won't get wet or ruined."
“I guess so … the Mecha will just get dirty later anyways, so it’s not that big of a deal.”
Addison placed the cloth and tray on a shelf and picked up her step ladder. She folded it back up, and returned it to its corner. Now she’d need to wash the other cloth and the tray, since there was no point in throwing them out.
"Awesome!" Valhalla first made a bubble of water, then made it bigger. She made it burst, showing the pair in water. A gleeful smile covered her face as she repeated it a few more times.
Addison grabbed the tray and cloth from off the shelf.
She looked up to Valhalla and smiled, the happiness was a bit contagious. Plus, watching Valhalla succeed and be happy, always made Addison feel good.
Valhalla smiled with glee and ran over to her mecha. One of the things she loved about her mecha was that it bigger than most others, even Addison's. She began to climb up the side, the mecha having extremely tiny nooks for the process.
Addison was ready to quickly leave to go wash her cloth and tray, but stopped herself.
She still needed to see it rain, and she wanted to continue to admire Valhalla’s joy.
So instead, she placed the items over on a shelf by the exit and walked back part-way to the Mecha.
Valhalla humped into the cockpit of the mecha, the huge thing coming to life with her presence. She tested the three other elements, leaving water to the end. "You ready?!" She yelled, Addison not in her mecha to hear her normally.
Addison grinned and nodded to Valhalla. How fun would this be?
It was always amazing when Valhalla did this. Nothing could beat her rain. Even real rain, since that stuff could be dirty and harmful. But here, everything was in control. Not even a shower felt as good as the rain Valhalla made for her, it was special.
As if on cue, water began to fall. It came in droplets at first, pattering on the ground. Then it became heavier, a lighter rain. Then heavier, pouring down.
Addison laughed a bit as it started to rain. It quickly went from a light drizzle to pouring down and soaked her through.
It would be nice if Addison could do this for herself, just little moments of happiness spread throughout the day.
The rain began to pour. Pour and pour and pour, as heavy as a severe thunderstorm. This was her favourite thing to do. Water was her favourite thing to control.
Addison cupped her hands just to watch the water pool inside and trickle down.
She smiled a bit brighter knowing that Valhalla enjoyed this too. She was content with the fact that both she and Valhalla enjoyed the rain, real or not.
Valhalla laughed gleefully, happy to see Addison and feel herself be happy. They didn't get many opportunities to be happy, what with them having to be on the run all the time just from owning mechas.
Addison collected more water in her hands and threw it into the air, and she giggled when it splashed down.
Standing here was like being in a playground as a child, and no one could stop Addison from acting like it.
Valhalla had a sudden thought and yelled it down to Addison.
"Is it OK? Does it feel like water? Does it taste like water?"
Addison felt a bit skeptical about drinking the ‘rain’ water. But, she collected some more in her hand and stuck her tongue into it.
It tasted mainly like water, but apparently not all water tasted the same. So, she gave Valhalla a thumbs up.
Valhalla silently triumphed, though her victory was cut short. An alarm began to sound, only audible to Addison and Valhalla.
"Shit!" Valhalla yells, getting out of her mecha with the help of vines. "Shit shit shit! How did they find us?"
Addison’s heart raced. The alarm had gone off, and their guards had been down.
She felt the invisible walls quickly build themselves up inside of her, as she panicked a bit.
It was a little careless of them to not think about this possibility, the chances of them being found weren’t that high. Were they?
Valhalla sprang into action. "Go into the house," She ordered Addison, moving to a computer screen. Her fingers whizzed over the keyboard, shutting everything down and putting a tech glamour over the whole workshop.
Valhalla was so quick to react, making Addison’s heart race even faster. This wasn’t some kind of drill, and they definitely could never get caught.
She followed her instructions as fast as she could and headed back into the house. Her only hope was that this would be over quickly.
Valhalla was proficient in this. She and Scott had dealt with this a lot. She grabbed two glamour pads and fixed one to her neck, her face changing into another one along with hair. She walked out and locked the door to the workshop, then fixed the other pad to Adelaide's neck.
"They'll be less suspicious if they don't know who we are. They'll recognise me and then they'll get you. Better safe than sorry."
Addison heart only beat faster. No matter how many times this would happen, she would never get used to it.
Valhalla could probably deal with this fast enough, and shouldn’t be too much to worry over. But, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t get caught. It had been a while, and it was definite they’d be found eventually, unless they died. Was all of this worth it? Addison didn’t want to think about that.
Valhallla turned to Addison. "Hey, hey. Calm down. It's going to be OK. Nothing will happen to us."
She then turned to the door, opening it with a smile on her face. "Gentlemen. Can I help you?"
Addison nodded. Valhalla was right, she probably didn’t need to worry about anything.
Except that there were so many what-ifs. What if they saw through it? What if they investigated further? What if they still took them?
