Space Mage is such a brat.
Seems like every time I meet her, that's what I end up thinking. Space is a brat. Spaceykins the Bratmonster.
And she IS!
But I like her too, and she's a lot of fun, and she's the first person I've met who can keep up with me. I don't mean running -- duh, I run a
lot faster than she does, even if she DID win the last race we had. Teleporting is cheating, I told her, but she said we never made that part of the rules and
I said we shouldn't have had to, it was a -race-, you -run- races, you don't -teleport- them, and she disagreed, when ANYBODY could see that -I- was
right, and then she ... um. I don't remember what she did next, but it was something to do with that dark fuzzy stuff she keeps in her pockets and next
thing I know we're both laughing and the race was all forgotten, 'cept when I remember it, like now, and see? She's a brat, is what I'm saying.
Where was I?
Oh, right!
So, she acts like I'm some sort of innocent little -kid-, and I'm -not-, but I'm not going to tell HER that. People think -I- talk too much. They
haven't hung around her very much if they say that. If I told her about Derrick, next thing you know it'd be in the papers or on TV or -- eep -- on
MySpace or something, and then I'd have to find some way of getting even. Maybe shred her favorite costume, oops, sorry Space, didn't realize that was
YOUR costume hanging all neatly in your locker.
Hmm.
There is -entirely- too much icky water -- not just regular icky water, but, I mean, NASTY icky water, it's got floaties and goo and other gunk in it --
around this place.
Mynx doesn't seem to mind it, which, eww? I mean, she's down there swimming through it, ick, I'd be cleaning my fur for a -month- if I was dumb
enough to do that. I'll stay up here with my nifty jetpack, thank you very much, and -- oh, hey, Space just got shot down! Wonder what that's all
about, let's go see --
Ow.
Stupid Arachnos spider-guys. Girls. Whatever they are. They're ugly. And I dunno what that crap is they're spewing, but it stings worse than Vahz puke
-- RIGHT down the sweater, oohhh, it's gonna PAY for that one!
Hmm, need to sharpen my claws again, I'm not doing all that -- oh, there we go, that's better. "Thanks, Space!"
Now where's that Fortunata... ah hah! Pounce!
Fortunata-ly, she went down quick. Hee. I'm gonna remember that one, Aunt Nene will get a kick out of it. Betcha Alice won't, though, she's all
serious and stuff lately, she'll probably just roll her eyes again.
Wonder what Neko's up to today? She's not out -- OW! "GET OFF MY TAIL!"
Stupid Mako! Take THAT! Hey, for a shark he shreds good. I probably shouldn't eat him though, everyone always looks at me funny when I do things like that,
even if shark is yummy. Mmm. Wonder if Derrick likes sushi? I'll bet he does. I know I do, except for squid, I got sick of that after the last time Lusca
showed up -- what's that thudding noise?
"Eeep, BIG spider!"
I hate it when that happens, I say things without meaning to. Of -course- it's a big spider, Sammy, everybody has eyes, they can -see-. It's a freakin
HUGE spider, but that's okay, Terr's right there, he'll -- ohmygod, it just -STEPPED- on him! "Unca Terr!"
He's not really my uncle, I know that, but if I don't make myself call him that I kinda forget he's supposed to be like my uncle, and that's
bad, not just 'cause of Derrick but -before-, I mean -- man, this spider's giving me a headache, ow -- before I even -met- Derrick, when Terr was
hanging out with all the Sabres like Aunt Sylia and Aunt Nene and that other one I can't remember, what's her name, Mirage I think, and ... uh, yeah.
Where was I?
Man, this is a REALLY BIG spider! Wish I had a giant boot to drop on it or something. Glad it doesn't spin a web, that'd suck, I got spiderwebs in my
fur once and was -forever- licking them out, and they don't taste very good. Definitely gonna have to sharpen my claws, I'm barely scratching its armor
and even when I can get in there on the joints -- ha HAH! Gotcha, you big ugly, how d'you like THAT one! Twist twist twist, out come the wires, hmm, I bet
I can reach that big shiny thing over there if I jump THIS way...
Oooh, that stung, hello oil rig. Stop spinning so I can get up. Right. Here we go, Sammy, on your feet, up we -- whoa.
Ow.
OW.
OOOOWWWWW! QUIT IT!
... huh. So this is the Ouro hospital. I'd forgotten I even had that thing, Aunt Nene insisted I get the sub... subcute... under-the-skin one, what's
it called, Medicom, last summer when it was too hot for any of my outfits and I still wanted to go out busting bad guys. It's on the other side from that
OTHER implant, which I dunno if she knows about but BOY that took a bit of fast talking even for me, heh -- aaarrgh, not again! Stupid water! HAAAAATE you!
Where are the dumb buttons for this jetpack again anyway, I've gotta get in close to that spider, it's ... that's just eww, it's humping the
oil rig or something, Recluse really IS a perv.
Headache time again, thanks a lot Mister Jade Spider. I bet if I land on it I can get a few good swipes in before it shakes me off. Let's try it.
"So what's bugging you, Sammy?" Nene asked. The catgirl had been quiet -- almost sullen, really -- all night.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Sammy mumbled by way of reply, poking at her dinner.
"I know what happened," Alice put in. Sammy shot her a glare. "They were tackling the Jade Spider, and Sammy here --" Alice dodged a
dinner roll that Sammy half-heartedly hurled, "-- Sammy here flew right up to it."
"I was trying to beat it up!" Sammy wailed, burying her face in her arms against the table.
"So what happened?" Ifrit asked curiously.
Alice grinned. "She hit the wrong button and launched herself head-first into its belly." Alice made a crashing motion. "Clang! Good night,
kitty!"
"Were you there too?" Nene put in as she patted Sammy comfortingly on the shoulder.
"Nah, I heard it from Space -- she pulled Miss Crash Test Dummy here out of the water afterwards."
"Space Mage is such a BRAT!" Sammy declared. "She won't shut up about it! 'This is why cats don't fly, Sammy', grr!"
Space and Sammy together is every bit as fun and frightening as I suspected. Thanks, Acyl. *grin*
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
Seems like every time I meet her, that's what I end up thinking. Space is a brat. Spaceykins the Bratmonster.
And she IS!
But I like her too, and she's a lot of fun, and she's the first person I've met who can keep up with me. I don't mean running -- duh, I run a
lot faster than she does, even if she DID win the last race we had. Teleporting is cheating, I told her, but she said we never made that part of the rules and
I said we shouldn't have had to, it was a -race-, you -run- races, you don't -teleport- them, and she disagreed, when ANYBODY could see that -I- was
right, and then she ... um. I don't remember what she did next, but it was something to do with that dark fuzzy stuff she keeps in her pockets and next
thing I know we're both laughing and the race was all forgotten, 'cept when I remember it, like now, and see? She's a brat, is what I'm saying.
Where was I?
Oh, right!
So, she acts like I'm some sort of innocent little -kid-, and I'm -not-, but I'm not going to tell HER that. People think -I- talk too much. They
haven't hung around her very much if they say that. If I told her about Derrick, next thing you know it'd be in the papers or on TV or -- eep -- on
MySpace or something, and then I'd have to find some way of getting even. Maybe shred her favorite costume, oops, sorry Space, didn't realize that was
YOUR costume hanging all neatly in your locker.
Hmm.
There is -entirely- too much icky water -- not just regular icky water, but, I mean, NASTY icky water, it's got floaties and goo and other gunk in it --
around this place.
Mynx doesn't seem to mind it, which, eww? I mean, she's down there swimming through it, ick, I'd be cleaning my fur for a -month- if I was dumb
enough to do that. I'll stay up here with my nifty jetpack, thank you very much, and -- oh, hey, Space just got shot down! Wonder what that's all
about, let's go see --
Ow.
Stupid Arachnos spider-guys. Girls. Whatever they are. They're ugly. And I dunno what that crap is they're spewing, but it stings worse than Vahz puke
-- RIGHT down the sweater, oohhh, it's gonna PAY for that one!
Hmm, need to sharpen my claws again, I'm not doing all that -- oh, there we go, that's better. "Thanks, Space!"
Now where's that Fortunata... ah hah! Pounce!
Fortunata-ly, she went down quick. Hee. I'm gonna remember that one, Aunt Nene will get a kick out of it. Betcha Alice won't, though, she's all
serious and stuff lately, she'll probably just roll her eyes again.
Wonder what Neko's up to today? She's not out -- OW! "GET OFF MY TAIL!"
Stupid Mako! Take THAT! Hey, for a shark he shreds good. I probably shouldn't eat him though, everyone always looks at me funny when I do things like that,
even if shark is yummy. Mmm. Wonder if Derrick likes sushi? I'll bet he does. I know I do, except for squid, I got sick of that after the last time Lusca
showed up -- what's that thudding noise?
"Eeep, BIG spider!"
I hate it when that happens, I say things without meaning to. Of -course- it's a big spider, Sammy, everybody has eyes, they can -see-. It's a freakin
HUGE spider, but that's okay, Terr's right there, he'll -- ohmygod, it just -STEPPED- on him! "Unca Terr!"
He's not really my uncle, I know that, but if I don't make myself call him that I kinda forget he's supposed to be like my uncle, and that's
bad, not just 'cause of Derrick but -before-, I mean -- man, this spider's giving me a headache, ow -- before I even -met- Derrick, when Terr was
hanging out with all the Sabres like Aunt Sylia and Aunt Nene and that other one I can't remember, what's her name, Mirage I think, and ... uh, yeah.
Where was I?
Man, this is a REALLY BIG spider! Wish I had a giant boot to drop on it or something. Glad it doesn't spin a web, that'd suck, I got spiderwebs in my
fur once and was -forever- licking them out, and they don't taste very good. Definitely gonna have to sharpen my claws, I'm barely scratching its armor
and even when I can get in there on the joints -- ha HAH! Gotcha, you big ugly, how d'you like THAT one! Twist twist twist, out come the wires, hmm, I bet
I can reach that big shiny thing over there if I jump THIS way...
Oooh, that stung, hello oil rig. Stop spinning so I can get up. Right. Here we go, Sammy, on your feet, up we -- whoa.
Ow.
OW.
OOOOWWWWW! QUIT IT!
... huh. So this is the Ouro hospital. I'd forgotten I even had that thing, Aunt Nene insisted I get the sub... subcute... under-the-skin one, what's
it called, Medicom, last summer when it was too hot for any of my outfits and I still wanted to go out busting bad guys. It's on the other side from that
OTHER implant, which I dunno if she knows about but BOY that took a bit of fast talking even for me, heh -- aaarrgh, not again! Stupid water! HAAAAATE you!
Where are the dumb buttons for this jetpack again anyway, I've gotta get in close to that spider, it's ... that's just eww, it's humping the
oil rig or something, Recluse really IS a perv.
Headache time again, thanks a lot Mister Jade Spider. I bet if I land on it I can get a few good swipes in before it shakes me off. Let's try it.
"So what's bugging you, Sammy?" Nene asked. The catgirl had been quiet -- almost sullen, really -- all night.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Sammy mumbled by way of reply, poking at her dinner.
"I know what happened," Alice put in. Sammy shot her a glare. "They were tackling the Jade Spider, and Sammy here --" Alice dodged a
dinner roll that Sammy half-heartedly hurled, "-- Sammy here flew right up to it."
"I was trying to beat it up!" Sammy wailed, burying her face in her arms against the table.
"So what happened?" Ifrit asked curiously.
Alice grinned. "She hit the wrong button and launched herself head-first into its belly." Alice made a crashing motion. "Clang! Good night,
kitty!"
"Were you there too?" Nene put in as she patted Sammy comfortingly on the shoulder.
"Nah, I heard it from Space -- she pulled Miss Crash Test Dummy here out of the water afterwards."
"Space Mage is such a BRAT!" Sammy declared. "She won't shut up about it! 'This is why cats don't fly, Sammy', grr!"
Space and Sammy together is every bit as fun and frightening as I suspected. Thanks, Acyl. *grin*
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs