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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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[She looked up, spying the Overlord]. Why do you ask?
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[Rozalin demonstrates by putting a couple of rounds into one and knocking it down.]
Really, you seem to just have them here to absorb some abuse.
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[She neatly decapitate one].
Nothing wrong with that.
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[Rozalin wanders over and toes the head.]
I didn't say that there was, but this is seldom a healthy way to work through problems. The old adage about killing ten thousand demons comes to mind.
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Ok, I gotta be off my game if I never heard of it. Next place I'll head to.
I dunno, feels pretty healthy to me, besides sex anyway.
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And I suppose it does feel good in the short term. But does it actually deal with the source of the problem? You'll just be back here tomorrow and the day after that.
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I figure by then I'll have a solution outside of psychotic fucking rage. It's pretty much what I'm working with right now.
[Which you are totally spoiling].
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Oh, perhaps you will. But I simply question the healthiness of using violence to distract from other problems. I know enough people already who go and punch things when they have real issues. It just breaks things from where I stand.
[Rozalin doesn't know you want to turn into a demon, otherwise she wouldn't have mentioned the murder-clause.]
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I don't mind breaking some things though, every once and awhile. Really helps with the pent up aggression so I'm not punching someone else.
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Adell says something similar, but I think that if he didn't punch so many things already he wouldn't want to punch even more. And I've seen him try to punch a lot of things that were clearly not going to give way before his fists.
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Who's Adell? Another Overlord?
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Adell is...well, he's just a human, a demon hunter. We teamed up to take down my fake father.
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I can see why he'd be wanting to beat the crap out of things.
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Well, he is good at it. Anything short of a major overlord would be in for a rude shock when he knocks their teeth out. But I find such violence crass at best.
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I figured you would. You're more the prim and proper type, right?
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And there is nothing wrong with propriety and good order. In the demonic sense, of course.
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I'm not usually one for it, although if you meet Ruffnut, its easy to see who is the more relaxed one.
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...I do not think I would be able to deal with that for long. Zetta certainly attracts an...interesting bunch.
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Zetta gets people as outlandish as he is. Well, outlandish in their final goal, anyway.
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Really? Figured he would know better than that.
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Heh, that icon..
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