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netherworld_academy2013-04-28 12:46 am
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There was no Ruffnut around. There was no prinnies, as if they had understood that the girl wearing black and purple was not one to be trifled with. All this served to do nothing but infuriate Mindy Macready more, now donned in the disguise of her alter ego Hit Girl.
Lost Lash. Pissed off her mentor. Her roomie was a nut case and, worse still, she actually preferred that to being alone?! Since when had she become so dependent on that kind of feeling? She had always been a lone wolf, at least after her daddy had bit it. She had understood on the ship she was a tool, and a tool was at its best when it was sharp and willing to inflict pain. That was why she hadn't needed anyone, maybe just the occasional person to bounce off of and maybe some food and a place to squat. Then, of course, she meets the Overlord and Lash and Ruffnut, and they were this team of four crazy people all gathered together. They were all nuts and violent in their own way, and in some twisted turn of events, she'd found the closest thing to a family she had.
So why now, of all times, did she have to care that she felt something slipping away? That losing one of them shouldn't have mattered as much. Lash had not been HER girlfriend, it was Zetta's thing to get over. But here she was, in the gym complex, staff in hand. She had used an area with the least amount of mud and had started working it down until she had a nice spot of dry dirt with several dummies set up, each resembling a prinny and one resembling a certain someone.
Hit Girl went to work on them, setting one dummy on fire, and simply cutting two of the prinnies in twain. The lone dummy wit a most haughty expression she turned her spear on, quickly jabbing and blocking as if the dummy were putting up a fight, delivering fierce blows.
Lost Lash. Pissed off her mentor. Her roomie was a nut case and, worse still, she actually preferred that to being alone?! Since when had she become so dependent on that kind of feeling? She had always been a lone wolf, at least after her daddy had bit it. She had understood on the ship she was a tool, and a tool was at its best when it was sharp and willing to inflict pain. That was why she hadn't needed anyone, maybe just the occasional person to bounce off of and maybe some food and a place to squat. Then, of course, she meets the Overlord and Lash and Ruffnut, and they were this team of four crazy people all gathered together. They were all nuts and violent in their own way, and in some twisted turn of events, she'd found the closest thing to a family she had.
So why now, of all times, did she have to care that she felt something slipping away? That losing one of them shouldn't have mattered as much. Lash had not been HER girlfriend, it was Zetta's thing to get over. But here she was, in the gym complex, staff in hand. She had used an area with the least amount of mud and had started working it down until she had a nice spot of dry dirt with several dummies set up, each resembling a prinny and one resembling a certain someone.
Hit Girl went to work on them, setting one dummy on fire, and simply cutting two of the prinnies in twain. The lone dummy wit a most haughty expression she turned her spear on, quickly jabbing and blocking as if the dummy were putting up a fight, delivering fierce blows.
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[A realization hits her]
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... we do nothing but argue in circles...
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Uh, yeah. I just never got to tell you about it because you disappeared!
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[Sigh, hand to face...]
Never mind... I do not even care anymore...
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And talking to anyone about it was impossible, even the Overlord.
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To me, and I kill my enemies hardcore, death by one of our hands is a big deal.
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And that includes not blowing up people's dummies.
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... yes, well...
We should also not make training dummies of each other, too.
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Point taken. But I think you effectively killed it.
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Just... how long did you take in constructing that?
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I was really pissed that weekend.
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Are you the same Mindy I was speaking to back when I first entered the building?
[No really, she's confused, what happened to the deluge of insults... not that she wants that to return but-]
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What are you talking about? I can be...civil.
[What the hell, wasn't she supposed to be worse in the disguise?]
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... this is not going to turn out to be some sort of elaborate trick or joke on me, is it?
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No. I'm like this. It's just...not something people need to see in the Netherworld obviously. And it'll stay that way.
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[Pamela is unsure of what to make of this development.]
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Hey. This is really uncomfortable and that pisses me off. Want to spar?
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And skip-
Re: And skip-
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