Falling Blade
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Mercy Island
Widows Walk
MiMi stared at her glass as the bartender topped it up. It had been three days since her master had ordered her to go on leave, so she could better
understand her human half.
MiMi was seriously conflicted; she couldn't disobey the order, but the fact she had to acknowledge her body's disgusting biological demands was a
horrifying concept. She had tried to find ways to distract herself: painting, reading, even watching television. But after awhile they all stared to fail and
questions she had kept repressed began to surface. In desperation for anything to keep those questions at bay, MiMi had turned to booze.
It was amazing how her mind worked under its affects. The pain of her failure faded away. Her mind seemed to almost be detached, watching her actions from a
distance.
She downed the contents of her glass, and her mind began to wander. She started to think back to how she had got here, how Dib stole her hard drive from his
nemesis and rebuilt her body. The dimensional tear caused as they battled for control of the dimensional window, the pain of falling through the void between
worlds.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her body made one of its annoying demands. Slowly, she got up and staggered to the bathroom to relieve herself.
When she returned a few minutes later, she was annoyed to discover that someone else had taken her seat. She weaved over to boot them off, when the stool
turned around and MiMi got a good look at the occupant. Those pigtails. Those wide, bloodshot eyes, that insane grin. It could only be one person.
Dark Fusionette.
"Why hello, MiMi." D.F. called cheerfully, her voice cutting through MiMi's drunken haze like fingernails on a blackboard.
In her current state of mind D.F. was the last person she wanted to met, but at the same time DF was the closest thing she had to a friend. And for some
reason that seemed important right now. She didn't know why it did, but it did.
"Whut do you wants?" MiMi slurred. She was somewhat disgusted by how she sounded.
"Oh I was just in the neighborhood and noticed a certain someone was getting wasted and I decided I should intervene." D.F. proclaimed.
"Whu?"
"You need to be more careful, MiMi. I mean, I TOLD you that you needed to relax, but there are much better ways of relaxing….and in your state, MiMi,
if you're not careful someone could take advantage of you, hmm?."
MiMi tried to figure what D.F. was saying. She couldn't tell if D.F. was trying to look out for her or just trying to get into her pants… for some
reason the later was more appealing, and MiMi didn't know why.
The bartender glared impatiently at D.F. "Lady, you going to order something?"
D.F. looked thoughtful. "Maybe I'll have a....hmm....no, maybe a.....nah.....well maybe...." Suddenly, D.F. reached out and blasted the man in
the stool next to her across the room. She looked at the bartender cheerfully and said "Never mind! I'll just have what he's having." as she
reached over and took the man's drink. After all, he had no further use for it.
MiMi suddenly noticed the bar seemed a lot emptier the before she went to the bathroom.
She staggered to the now vacated seat and managed to park her self on it in the third try, ignoring D.F.'s demented smirks before ordering another
drink. The bartender looked like he was about to protest before thinking better of it and poring another shot of white tail whiskey.
MiMi slugged back the shot. Her throat burned for a brief moment before she slammed the glass down and motioned for the barkeeper to top it up again.
"So why are you trying to kill whatever it is you call a brain?" D.F. questioned as she played with her drink.
"Ya…ya…ya wouldn't…compri…compra…comp…undershtand." MiMi slurred as she tried to shot her drink and missed her mouth, pouring the contents of
her down her shirt.
D.F. tutted to herself. "And you think getting stupidly drunk will fix it?"
"Hey…itsss working preatty well shoo far." MiMi proclaimed rather happily as she swayed on her seat.
D.F. reached over to steady MiMi, copping a slight feel of the drunken blades butt as she went. And was surprised as MiMi wrapped an arm around her
shoulders, making a clumsy grab for one of her boobs.
"Well, hell-o! Looks like someone has decided to do a one eighty."
"I... I has no idea whatsh your talkings aboot."
"Don't you remember? You agreed to sleep with me, very reluctantly, in the hopes that I would stop telling you to relax in the middle of
missions."
MiMi looked thoughtful for a second. "Ya…ya…you know whatsh, your right….I did do thatsh…didn'ts I?"
D.F. nodded. "So now I wonder why you're trying to feel me up?"
MiMi slumped against D.F. "Cuz…it seams like a good idea…I think that's why."
D.F. looked at the drunken woman slumped against her, an idea forming in her twisted mind. She called over the barkeep. "Hey, do you have any
rooms?"
"Yes, but you have to pay." He replied
D.F. carefully lent MiMi against the bar before walking over to the man she killed, after rummaging in his pockets for a moment, she pulled out a wallet and
placed it on the counter. "There we go! My dear friend who so graciously let me have his drink is going to pay for it."
The bartender snatched the wallet before getting a set of greasy keys. "Rules are simple, no killin' and no summoning succubi, beyond that ya can
do what ever you want."
DF gave the bartender a grin that sent him scuttling away before hooking an arm around MiMi's shoulders and dragging her toward the back of the bar.
"Weres we going?" MiMi asked.
"Oh, we're just gonna have some fun."
"Whats sssort of fun?."
DF slipped a hand inside MiMi's shirt. "Can't you guess?"
MiMi looked DF in the face for couple of seconds. Her mind was dully aware of what DF was getting at, but another voice gave her some instructions that
sounded a lot more interesting.
DF opened the door to a dingy room with a rather simple, but surprisingly clean bed. As she pulled MiMi into the room she was rather pleasantly surprised as
MiMi pulled her into a rather savage kiss.
As MiMi pulled back, DF smiled. "So what brought this around? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
"It ssheams like a good idea."
DF smiled as she pulled MiMi down to the bed. "Indeed it does." She grinned wider as she started to help MiMi out of her clothes. "Indeed it
does."
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MiMi woke up the next morning. Her head was pounding. It felt like she had just suffered a data dump. As she slowly stretched out, one of her hands bumped
against something soft and warm.
Wait a minute? Soft and warm? Slowly MiMi looked over and saw the naked form of DF sleeping next to her, a smile plastered across her face.
MiMi slowly climbed out of the bed, her mind trying desperately to remember what happened last night. Brief flashes came to her as she quickly recovered her
clothes and got dressed.
When she was fully dressed, she carefully exited the room. More and more memories of last night were surfacing. She cursed herself. The stress of the last
few days plus all that alcohol must have severely impeded her judgment. Why else would she have willingly submitted her self to DF?
As she exited the bar, she blinked into the harsh light of morning. Her stomach lurched, and she quickly ran to the nearest alley before violently empting
her stomach.
As she wiped her face clean, she went over the events of last night. She was depressed, so she got drunk, then DF showed up and then…she blinked. Part of
her was mildly disgusted by last night's events, but another part pointed out that the stress she had been feeling was gone.
Damn, the psychobitch had been right all along!
She carefully stood up and started to walk to the ferry, her mind trying to figure out how last night's events had relieved her of her stress.
Obviously, it would need further examination…but she would have to be sober this time.
She grinned slightly to herself, she could treat it as a mission. After all, that was what Dib wanted: for her to better understand her human nature.
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Mercy Island
Widows Walk
MiMi stared at her glass as the bartender topped it up. It had been three days since her master had ordered her to go on leave, so she could better
understand her human half.
MiMi was seriously conflicted; she couldn't disobey the order, but the fact she had to acknowledge her body's disgusting biological demands was a
horrifying concept. She had tried to find ways to distract herself: painting, reading, even watching television. But after awhile they all stared to fail and
questions she had kept repressed began to surface. In desperation for anything to keep those questions at bay, MiMi had turned to booze.
It was amazing how her mind worked under its affects. The pain of her failure faded away. Her mind seemed to almost be detached, watching her actions from a
distance.
She downed the contents of her glass, and her mind began to wander. She started to think back to how she had got here, how Dib stole her hard drive from his
nemesis and rebuilt her body. The dimensional tear caused as they battled for control of the dimensional window, the pain of falling through the void between
worlds.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her body made one of its annoying demands. Slowly, she got up and staggered to the bathroom to relieve herself.
When she returned a few minutes later, she was annoyed to discover that someone else had taken her seat. She weaved over to boot them off, when the stool
turned around and MiMi got a good look at the occupant. Those pigtails. Those wide, bloodshot eyes, that insane grin. It could only be one person.
Dark Fusionette.
"Why hello, MiMi." D.F. called cheerfully, her voice cutting through MiMi's drunken haze like fingernails on a blackboard.
In her current state of mind D.F. was the last person she wanted to met, but at the same time DF was the closest thing she had to a friend. And for some
reason that seemed important right now. She didn't know why it did, but it did.
"Whut do you wants?" MiMi slurred. She was somewhat disgusted by how she sounded.
"Oh I was just in the neighborhood and noticed a certain someone was getting wasted and I decided I should intervene." D.F. proclaimed.
"Whu?"
"You need to be more careful, MiMi. I mean, I TOLD you that you needed to relax, but there are much better ways of relaxing….and in your state, MiMi,
if you're not careful someone could take advantage of you, hmm?."
MiMi tried to figure what D.F. was saying. She couldn't tell if D.F. was trying to look out for her or just trying to get into her pants… for some
reason the later was more appealing, and MiMi didn't know why.
The bartender glared impatiently at D.F. "Lady, you going to order something?"
D.F. looked thoughtful. "Maybe I'll have a....hmm....no, maybe a.....nah.....well maybe...." Suddenly, D.F. reached out and blasted the man in
the stool next to her across the room. She looked at the bartender cheerfully and said "Never mind! I'll just have what he's having." as she
reached over and took the man's drink. After all, he had no further use for it.
MiMi suddenly noticed the bar seemed a lot emptier the before she went to the bathroom.
She staggered to the now vacated seat and managed to park her self on it in the third try, ignoring D.F.'s demented smirks before ordering another
drink. The bartender looked like he was about to protest before thinking better of it and poring another shot of white tail whiskey.
MiMi slugged back the shot. Her throat burned for a brief moment before she slammed the glass down and motioned for the barkeeper to top it up again.
"So why are you trying to kill whatever it is you call a brain?" D.F. questioned as she played with her drink.
"Ya…ya…ya wouldn't…compri…compra…comp…undershtand." MiMi slurred as she tried to shot her drink and missed her mouth, pouring the contents of
her down her shirt.
D.F. tutted to herself. "And you think getting stupidly drunk will fix it?"
"Hey…itsss working preatty well shoo far." MiMi proclaimed rather happily as she swayed on her seat.
D.F. reached over to steady MiMi, copping a slight feel of the drunken blades butt as she went. And was surprised as MiMi wrapped an arm around her
shoulders, making a clumsy grab for one of her boobs.
"Well, hell-o! Looks like someone has decided to do a one eighty."
"I... I has no idea whatsh your talkings aboot."
"Don't you remember? You agreed to sleep with me, very reluctantly, in the hopes that I would stop telling you to relax in the middle of
missions."
MiMi looked thoughtful for a second. "Ya…ya…you know whatsh, your right….I did do thatsh…didn'ts I?"
D.F. nodded. "So now I wonder why you're trying to feel me up?"
MiMi slumped against D.F. "Cuz…it seams like a good idea…I think that's why."
D.F. looked at the drunken woman slumped against her, an idea forming in her twisted mind. She called over the barkeep. "Hey, do you have any
rooms?"
"Yes, but you have to pay." He replied
D.F. carefully lent MiMi against the bar before walking over to the man she killed, after rummaging in his pockets for a moment, she pulled out a wallet and
placed it on the counter. "There we go! My dear friend who so graciously let me have his drink is going to pay for it."
The bartender snatched the wallet before getting a set of greasy keys. "Rules are simple, no killin' and no summoning succubi, beyond that ya can
do what ever you want."
DF gave the bartender a grin that sent him scuttling away before hooking an arm around MiMi's shoulders and dragging her toward the back of the bar.
"Weres we going?" MiMi asked.
"Oh, we're just gonna have some fun."
"Whats sssort of fun?."
DF slipped a hand inside MiMi's shirt. "Can't you guess?"
MiMi looked DF in the face for couple of seconds. Her mind was dully aware of what DF was getting at, but another voice gave her some instructions that
sounded a lot more interesting.
DF opened the door to a dingy room with a rather simple, but surprisingly clean bed. As she pulled MiMi into the room she was rather pleasantly surprised as
MiMi pulled her into a rather savage kiss.
As MiMi pulled back, DF smiled. "So what brought this around? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
"It ssheams like a good idea."
DF smiled as she pulled MiMi down to the bed. "Indeed it does." She grinned wider as she started to help MiMi out of her clothes. "Indeed it
does."
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MiMi woke up the next morning. Her head was pounding. It felt like she had just suffered a data dump. As she slowly stretched out, one of her hands bumped
against something soft and warm.
Wait a minute? Soft and warm? Slowly MiMi looked over and saw the naked form of DF sleeping next to her, a smile plastered across her face.
MiMi slowly climbed out of the bed, her mind trying desperately to remember what happened last night. Brief flashes came to her as she quickly recovered her
clothes and got dressed.
When she was fully dressed, she carefully exited the room. More and more memories of last night were surfacing. She cursed herself. The stress of the last
few days plus all that alcohol must have severely impeded her judgment. Why else would she have willingly submitted her self to DF?
As she exited the bar, she blinked into the harsh light of morning. Her stomach lurched, and she quickly ran to the nearest alley before violently empting
her stomach.
As she wiped her face clean, she went over the events of last night. She was depressed, so she got drunk, then DF showed up and then…she blinked. Part of
her was mildly disgusted by last night's events, but another part pointed out that the stress she had been feeling was gone.
Damn, the psychobitch had been right all along!
She carefully stood up and started to walk to the ferry, her mind trying to figure out how last night's events had relieved her of her stress.
Obviously, it would need further examination…but she would have to be sober this time.
She grinned slightly to herself, she could treat it as a mission. After all, that was what Dib wanted: for her to better understand her human nature.