hit_girl_mindy (
hit_girl_mindy) wrote in
netherworld_academy2013-07-17 05:21 pm
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The Last Mariachi
There was no fanfare, no one to greet her, and she was fine with that. Mindy had, after all, no one to blame, to kill, for her sudden departure from the Netherworld, only that she spent roughly a month in some stranger's body, at the whims of some psycho mother who terrorized her because she was some God fearing psycho. Needless to say, if there were any more proof that she did not need a mother to function there it was. Memories of her real father, of her real life had only come at night, until finally she had the night where she dreamed everyone died by her hands, in some weird telekinetic explosion.
But apparently some dreams were more vivid than others because she was covered with blood, looking more than a little forbidding, although his lessened the moment she spotted her motorcycle. Good. No one had fucked with it while she was gone. She had an idea that time had not passed as badly as she might think: if no one was around, that tournament thing was probably still going on.
At least the Overlord hadn't leveled the place, or Ruffnut...
Ruffnut. She was already breaking into a run. If she had to see anyone, obviously it was her.
But apparently some dreams were more vivid than others because she was covered with blood, looking more than a little forbidding, although his lessened the moment she spotted her motorcycle. Good. No one had fucked with it while she was gone. She had an idea that time had not passed as badly as she might think: if no one was around, that tournament thing was probably still going on.
At least the Overlord hadn't leveled the place, or Ruffnut...
Ruffnut. She was already breaking into a run. If she had to see anyone, obviously it was her.

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[Mindy is not one to avert her eyes like some bashful teenager: she gives a low whistle, more of a repectful acknowledgement than an actual cat call, and is also working on getting her clothes off].
Nap away, its your place. I'll try to keep it tidy for ya.
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[Mir settles down...and is shortly bobbing off to dreamland.]
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Is what Mir would tell you if she wasn't asleep.]
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In any case, she's asleep! We should move ahead to something interesting.]
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Huh. Lots of weapons there. You're just missing the chainsaw and the harp/bow to complete the effect of being completely ridiculously overarmed.
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Of course not! I don't know how to make a bag of holding yet.
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Anyways. I feel like soda. You want one?
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Hell yeah, I could use one.
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[Mir does get out of her tub and wrap a towel around herself before walking over to a door that's almost hidden in the wall to reveal her own room-and a mini-fridge that she's stocked with choice drinks and a plastic tub with some sushi-grade fish inside.]
Hey, didn't you sign up for this whole crazy tournament?
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[Follows her, still a little in awe of the place].
Yeah, weeks ago. It felt like it anyway.
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[Mir meanwhile grabs a bottle of blue soda for herself and pops the lid releasing the smell of delicious meat.]
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[Wrinkles her nose, but shrugs, taking a swig of her own drink].
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It's a thing from my world, a girl with some serious issues cooked it up, but it's really good stuff. There aren't a lot of us who make it, but it seems quite popular with the people who drink it.
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Huh. Must be a lot of meat lovers where you're from. Then again, its the type of thing they might do in my world too.
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