I Hate Yellow Team『Rumi』『40+87C』

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    If computer games like this worked in the Digital World, Manami would be assured that she would have never needed to make the visit to the human world! It was definitely filthy. Something that made Rumi's skin crawl a bit! But, thinking too much on it would just give her a gross itchy feeling, so she opted to focus on more important matters.

    Such as company arriving soon!

    The blonde would tidy her room to accommodate space for another computer. It had crossed her mind a few times that Manami didn't really have human funds to buy a computer, but she wasn't going to question any methods. It was easier to lie if the police showed up on her doorstep that way! How would the interrogation on that go? Would there even be one? Ah, no, police officer. I have never met a girl lugging a questionably-acquired expensive-ass laptop around in my life. Also wouldn't mind if she let me keep it. Nope.

    Believable. Entirely.

    Daydreams aside, once everything was set up, and some chips and grandma's homemade cookies were swept away to the room they were gaming in, they would be ready to begin! And Granny would give zero shits, simply because at least Rumi was hanging out with someone. What a relief.

    Now that they were into the game, the girl snacked on a handful of chips while the loading screen prepared them for their next level. At least they'd been doing pretty well! Or, it just meant that their opponents sucked. But, if Kurumi would complain about anything, it certainly wouldn't be about winning! Now, about the level that was prepping? That was a different story. The girl gave a muffled groan in agreement with Manami's displeasure, as she swallowed a mouthful of chips. "They're testing us," she uttered, once she was free to speak without dirtying her own keyboard. That would be gross. Just like a certain team color was gross.

    Then, there was a small silence in regards to the grabby assholes in superhero costumes. What? Rumi wouldn't be caught dead in a superhero bean outfit! The grabby part, though? Maybe that struck home a bit. "I mean, you could just grab them back and make them lose with you." Which definitely was not at all Rumi's tactic when it came to crappy people in that stupid slime climb level! Look, she was going to lose either way, alright? May as well take someone down with her!

    Never Manami, though. Considering she was in the same physical room, it just was not a smart move.

    But, with whatever was suddenly happening to their computer screens, maybe they wouldn't have to worry about it anyway! Was there some sort of short circuit happening? Or-

    Oh. No, no. After some large blinks and some squinting, there was a new horror. She was a bean. A hideous, yellow-colored bean that looked alarmingly like her. Except. You know. Bean'ed. This was terrible. This was so many levels of terrible. If she had a mouth, her jaw would be dropped in utter disgust. But instead, she didn't even have the pleasure of having a mouth. Worst thing ever.

    Chonky hands reached up to touch the buns on each side of her head, patting them a few times to confirm that they absolutely did not squish like normal hair. It was like a gross plastic hair substitute. Why was this her life? What even was this? "I hate everything."

    Well! Except maybe one thing! One familiar voice in the crowd! Or, really, maybe the only voice in the crowd. Did these things ever actually talk? Looking around, she'd finally locate the source. And once she had, the beangirl would waddle toward her teammate. "You look gross," was the first thing she'd greet with. "Oval isn't a good look. For either of us." Unsurprising, really.

    "Did you do somethin' to bring us here?" Now, while Rumi's tone might not seem very accusatory, it wasn't very easy to sugar-coat that question! "If you did, you could have at least made us, I don't know, cute?" Was that too much to ask?

    Either way, it was probably glaringly obvious that Rumi hadn't the slightest clue what was happening here! And then, there was another pause before a new question was uttered. "Did Grams drug the fuckin' cookies?"

    Grandma wouldn't do that, right? ...Right?

    Focus, Rumi! Focus! Worry about grandma later! "Are we able to win like this?" Tripping out, or some weird glitch in reality, she still wanted to win some crowns, darn it! Win like the bean you never wanted to be!

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    Team sports were the worst. If defecting from team yellow were an option, she would do it. Also, if it were possible to turn off team events, she would do that. But, no dice. Only crappy egg-related games. Fighting the others seemed like a fair enough alternative to any stress in the game, though! Really! "If they gave us a slap feature, that would be amazing." Until, of course, other people inevitably spammed it. Then, it would just get even worse than the grabbing! But, at least Rumi would be able to release a little bit of anger via slaps! Even though that would probably end up creating a whole new stage in the game that revolved around slapping people. Which sounded like it could be more frustrating than anything else!

    "I should show you some more violent games while you're here." Or, should she really? It might prove to be a bad idea later on. But fighting games, or even shooters, might be just what Manami needed to unwind after getting pulled around a little too much!

    Or, to cope with literally being dragged into a video game, solely to be placed on the worst team ever! At least her nail polish should return, assuming they could ever figure out how to leave this stupid game. "Hours?" Did she just hear that right? "What were you doing to open the bottles, anyway? Smashing them on the pavement?" While perhaps cathartic, it certainly wouldn't be a good way to actually use the product inside! And, with Manami, there was really no telling what she was thinking when it came to opening nail polish containers!

    Then again, it wouldn't make sense if they were exploding in her hands. Was she just squeezing them until the glass shattered? Barbaric. It was fair to be frustrated though. The ugliness soon-to-be-dubbed Beanami certainly did not have any nail polish on her character, for better or worse. Maybe some black nails would give the terrible creature a bit of character! Though, Rumi admittedly doubted that there was anything to be done about how hideous it was to live life as a weird bean monster. Nail polish didn't really fix full-blown ugly.

    But, at least it was confirmed that neither party had anything to do with being dragged into the game! Grams was still a questionable figure as far as Rumi could establish, but at least nobody was entertaining the thought alongside her. Come on. Grandmas were totally innocent. Probably.

    Either way, this game was about to start! The blonde bean gave a nod as best she could. Which was actually quite the task, considering beans also had no neck. "Usual strat sounds good to me." After all, it wasn't like the rest of their team could likely understand the conversation! If they could, they sure were being useless! No point in devising some huge plan when only two of them knew how to execute it!

    Ignoring the 'radio' that her teammate quickly became, Kurumi did a quick stretch as the timer began ticking down. As soon as the mysteriously floating '1' disappeared, it was time to go for some eggs! Hopefully, their teammates weren't total trash this time!

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    There was a long silence while contemplating 'Resellvil' as a whole. Mouth opened, debating the best way to respond. How did one dismiss the horny nerds in a way that Manami wouldn't ask too many questions? Was there actually a way? Rumi doubted it. Maybe it was better to choose a different approach. "You get to collect the crystalized corpses of your enemies in it, though." Was that a decent argument? Manami liked harvesting data. This was sort of harvesting dead things. It seemed close enough to relatable!

    And if it wasn't, it didn't matter. This was all just banter leading up to being eaten by a computer, anyway. She didn't even have time to suggest a decent game! Talk about lame!

    Instead, they were lumpy characters discussing nail polish which neither had equipped. Seeing the look from her partner, the blonde bean would slowly shake her head. No. No, smashing it on pavement didn't work! It would surely just result in broken glass mixed in with the nail polish! "Y'know brute-forcing isn't actually the best way to do some things, right?" Maybe Manami did not know that. Which would mean this information coming from someone like Rumi would probably be quite the shock! "You can, like, soak 'em in warm water or nail polish remover to get them open." Magic! Maybe, she could save any future bottles from the same fate! And if not, at least the young woman-bean could say that she had tried. Not very hard, mind you, but she tried all the same!

    "Most people can't turn into literal dinosaurs to open their jars." Humans definitely didn't have dino-power. Was ExTy really a dinosaur, though? Sure, it kind of had a dinosaur name and look, but its look wasn't quite convincing. It actually kind of seemed like a weird plushy with a person inside of it. Wait, shoot! Now was a bad time to be thinking about what ExTyrannomons actually were! She had to focus on more important things at the moment!

Like how it was time to start the level! Everyone was running around, grabbing eggs and each other! After managing to collect a couple of eggs on her own, Rumi found herself exactly where she always was. Latched onto some jerk that kept grabbing her without her permission! "If you're gonna keep touching me, you don't get eggs either," she stated, while trying to drag a blue bean in the wrong direction. It wasn't very effective, to say the least. But, at least it meant that they weren't being productive either! And wasn't that a win in its own way? Probably not to anyone with a rational line of thinking, but at least Kurumi could find some sort of win in all of this, even if yellow team was absolutely hopeless!

    Or that was her thought pattern until she heard someone calling for her! "Red?" Releasing her grip on her victim, the bean shifted to see what the commotion was about. And, the target was easy to see! Especially because she had the luck of being nearby! "Got it!" And with that, the bean was off! What could make things even more lucky? That dumb, blue player she'd been holding onto had seen it too, and took the initiative to collide into red! Which meant that egg was fair game!

    With the fastest waddle Kurumi could muster, she snatched the item as it plummeted to the ground, and hurried toward their goal. She just had to make it before the timer went off! Which, so far, was looking pretty good! "How're you doing, Manami?" Was her partner in this event having as much luck as her? She could only hope!

    At least on Rumi's part, things were looking to be a success! Managing to dodge another red bean coming her way, she leapt into yellow team's goal. Now, she just shuffled on one of the steps, trying to prevent anyone from swiping their loot for the remaining few seconds. Looking up at the scoreboard, the yellow bean took a deep breath. As long as Manami's endeavor was also a success, there was no way they would lose! Could yellow team actually pull off a win for once in their life? It might actually be something worth celebrating!

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