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05/11/10(Tue)20:06 No.9759769It's me and Alita. Sorry, Alita and I. Fuck. Gotta stay on the minutaie. Keep away from the blood. Tell the story. Ok. Deep breath. Alita's watching me.
The...event, I guess occurs. A broad TV shelf of latex 8" fighting girls animates. Cammy, Kasumi from DoA, Chun-Li, Ayane, Mai Shiranui, Rachel and a few others. It's cool, more or less at first. Lots of musical babbling and surprised noises. Some titty grabbing. Jiggle, endless jiggle. Micro-jiggle, but somehow intoxicating anyway.
Without turning my head, I can see Kasumi's right foot. Cute little blue ninja shoe, and all. White stockings with a tide-line of arterial red soaking in. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuu- FOCUS.
It's cute at first, there are some spats, some bruises. Chun-Li's great. She's bilingual, which is abruptly helpful. She's got "cop sense", she's putting out fires, separating rivals. Cammy's liasing to my little box of SM's. They're listening to her, after a fashion. I've worked out that nothing's got a frame of reference, and while for most of them it's disorienting for the 40K minis it's especially jarring. They're zealots in a universe without a cause. And fuck me running, the highest ranking figure is...the Chaplin. And of course, the Chaplin shoots Rachel.
I'm working out factions and alliances to establish some kind of order -Chun-Li's still being awesome, tirelessly turning tween moonspeak into coherent conversation, when there's this basso 'pop' and one of Rachel's lovely leather-clad legs spirals away from her body. There's a deadly silence. My eye catches the thick pasta-sauce trail as she hauls herself into cover like a trooper. Screaming starts. High-pitched, horrified, feminine terror. And worse "FOR THE EMPEROR, CLEANSE THE IMPURE!" Pop-popopopopopopopopop-ZASH! The Land-Raider chugs out from behind the door and lets fly, puncturing Rachel's cover. I see her hammer slide into view, one of her charred hands on it's haft. |