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T)(-E V-ERY B-EST T)(-ER-E IS [ca event/drabble part 4]
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She managed, grudgingly, awkwardly, huffily, to talk to some people eventually – not total strangers, not even the weird new people she'd come to know, but people she'd known before, in her own universe. (Not Serket though if these assholes were here why wasn't Serket here God damn.)
But she had been right. Much as she hated to admit it, actually talking to actual people had galvanized her. Discomfort had turned to indignance; indignance had turned to anger; anger had turned to righteous rage, and after some ranting and sulking and, god forbid, listening (ugh), here she was, tearing down the city street, not avoiding no one anymore.
Her shadow had no right to do this shit to her, and she was going to set things straight.
“Oy, fakefuck!” Meenah shouted.
Other-Meenah turned, made a face, and stalked towards her. The random passerby she had been threatening was forgotten by them both.
“What you want this time, Peixes?” she asked. “I hope it ain't to argue none. Gettin' reel sick of your fuckin' pathetic attempts to - “
“Oh, shut up,” Meenah said.
Her shadow faltered. Meenah's answer had been full of easy confidence – a marked departure from her usual demeanor lately.
“Right,” Meenah said. “I'm here to tell ya somefin, and you ain't goin nowhere till I'm finished, get it?”
Her double shrugged. “Got nowhere else to go, do I? We're the same fuckin' person, it's not like I got - “
“Yeah,” Meenah cut her off again. “That's what I'm here to talk bout. Which is, shut the fuck up with the 'I'm totes you in every way' shit. We both know that ain't true, so just knock it off, you're just gettin' fuckin' annoying now.”
Meenah couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw her shadow double flicker, just for a moment. Then she grinned. “Still harpin' on that shit, huh? Denial ain't just a river in Mideast Beforus, y'know.”
“Nah, see, if ya got your head outta your ass for one fuckin' second, you'd get it,” Meenah said. “Cause you think you get me. And you do, parts of. The cool parts, like the badass parts. But you? You're like me if I don't know where to stop. And that's what makes ya such a fuckin' freak: I know what's what, an' you don't.”
“The fuck's that supposed to mean?” other-Meenah asked, her voice rising.
“Means you're an asshole is what it means,” Meenah said. “See, you got it all wrong. People ain't assholes cause they ain't me. The ones that're assholes are assholes cause they're assholes. And I'm awesome and they're not cause I ain't no asshole. The ones that ain't assholes? Them's plenty fine, don't bother me none an' I won't bother 'em none. See how that works?” Meenah grinned, grinned wide, and started walking closer. “You, your whole thing bout how no one matters but how I can use 'em – see, that ain't my thing. That's like an Ampora thing. An' no one likes Ampora none at all. Y'know why? Cause he's a piece a shit who don't care nofin bout no one cept what he can get from 'em. You say I's like that. Guess what, angelfish? That's a shitty thing to be, an' I ain't like that, but does seem you are. So, one, you ain't me, and two, if you keep bein' like that, you gotta be taken – fucking – down.”
And Meenah lunged. The shadow was slow this time, and barely brought her trident up in time to block Meenah's attack. Meenah pressed forward, and the shadow tried to fight, but was definitely flickering now, and faltering, and falling back.
Meenah laughed, and the shadow seemed to slip, for a moment, become insubstantial. Meenah shoved, and slammed her shadow double up against the grimy gray wall, the tip of her mace pressed against her shadow's chest.
“Now,” Meenah said. “Don't reely know nofin bot what you are or where you come from or why you're usin' up all your time try'na make me miserable. But lemme tell ya somefin straight, fake bitch: you ain't me. I know you think you are, but you ain't. And, more to the point, yeah? I ain't you. And I ain't gonna fuckin' become you, neither.” Meenah jammed the tip of her mace into her shadow's chest, for emphasis. It was pretty blunt; it didn't go it, but it certainly got her point across.
Meenah leaned in closer. “An' one more thing, fore I finish up here. I know how you feel bout killin' random people, but if you ever threaten any'a ma fronds – even the ones I can't fuckin' stand, even them, them's off limits too – but if you ever go after any'a my friends, you will fuckin' wish you ain't never managed to wriggle outta the caverns. Do you fuckin' understand me.” And she gave the shadow one last jab with her mace, and the thing imploded, melted into a whispy mass of dark and sank and dispersed and was gone.
Meenah jumped back in surprise. She looked up and down the street, suspicious that it had some other sort of powers she didn't know about, and very much not wanting to be taken by surprise by an irate shadow monster with teleportation powers now too. After a few moments, though, it was clear that the thing really was gone.
She closed her eyes and leaned up against the wall. He took a deep, slow breath, to try to steady her shaken nerves.
“Fuck you, fake me,” she whispered into the gray city.
T)(-E V-ERY B-EST T)(-ER-E IS [ca event/drabble part 3]
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Meenah stood, feeling frozen to the ground, staring at the shadow-version of herself still grinning smugly.
She felt... she felt emotions that she hadn't felt for a long, long time, and didn't know how to deal with. She felt trapped, and threatened, and vulnerable, and uncomfortable, and... no. It couldn't be. Was she ashamed?
She didn't like it. So she dealt with it the way she dealt with most things that she didn't like.
With a shriek of rage, she attacked.
She swung it up and around with all her strength, aiming for her shadow-self's head.
Other-Meenah brought her own trident up and easily deflected the blow.
"That the way you're'a takin' it, huh?" she said. "Fuck, you're an idiot."
Meenah didn't answer, but stabbed at the shadow-girl's head.
Other-Meenah knocked her weapon aside, the smug smirk never leaving her face.
Meenah attacked; other-Meenah parried; Meenah slashed and stabbed and lunged and threw everything she had ever known about fighting at this shadow-double, and she was able to meet everything, block everything, avoid everything with almost no trouble. After a while, Meenah noticed that, while the shadow was clearly a brilliant fighter, she never left the defensive; it was always Meenah attacking, and her double blocking, but never retaliating with blows of her own.
Menah pulled back, panting hard. "Whassa matter? Why ain't you attackin'? Ya scared? Can't take on the real me?"
"Don't be stupid," other-Meenah rejoined. "I ain't the one try'na krill myself."
Meenah gripped her aluminum mace tighter. "That a challenge?"
"No, s'a fact. You're try'na kill me, 'cept I am you, so bassically you're try'na kill yourself." She smirked and clicked her tongue. "Cod, Peixes, ain't had no idea you hated yourself this much."
Meenah was gripping the shaft of her mace so tightly that her knuckles felt like they were about to tear through her skin. She didn't know what to say, couldn't think of anything to say - so she just snarled, so low in her throat it was almost a whine, "You - ain't - me."
She feinted a stab at the shadow's left shoulder, and when she went to parry, Meenah angled her thrust sharply down, using the momentum to try to slam it lower, into the other girl's side. The other Meenah, though, caught the aluminum pole between the prongs of her trident, and then twisted it sharply. The mace was wrenched out of Meenah's hands and clattered onto the ground several feet away.
Other-Meenah leaned back against her trident, completely unfazed. "See, thing is, I am though. I'm everything you are and everything you ever were and everything you ever will be. Better get used to it, Peixes, cause I ain't goin' nowhere so long as you ain't."
Meenah took a step back. The situation being what it was, she took the other option for dealing with things she didn't like, when fighting didn't work.
She lunged, grabbed her mace, then bolted down the street and away from there.
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Over the next few days, no matter where she went in the city, her shadow double was never far away. Meenah never engaged her in direct confrontation, not again, and she never initiated any attack, either. But she always seemed to be around - loitering, occasionally stabbing people who walked too close, and constantly giving Meenah this smug, smug smirk that Meenah just wanted to stab off her face. Meenah would glare at her, and the shadow-double would put up her hands innocently, as if to say, Hey, ain't doin' nofin over here, just hangin' out, it's you that's the piece of shit, y'know.
And Meenah would snarl and turn pointedly away, because ain't no one, no one, and certainly not that fake-her asshole, was going to see just how shaken up she was about this.
She didn't even know what was wrong, and that was worse that whatever was wrong. The other her seemed to be everything that was cool and badass and awesome in the world - but something about the way she talked, the way she acted, the things she said, it wasn't cool. It was that sort of... that sort of scary, but scary without being cool, scary just by being such an asshole. Sort of.
Meenah had never been the philosopher type, and had certainly never gone in much for introspection.
She wished Serket was here. Serket was a windbag but knew how to figure out this stuff.
And... well. Meenah didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but if she couldn't figure out what she was thinking... well.
She needed someone to talk to. She needed someone else to help her sort out all this deep philosophical shit that weren't no use to her.
All this philosophical shit was so fucking stupid.
I hope the mods understand what horror they’ve wrought. All it takes is someone with a lot of spare time, a few pens and the ability to write ‘Property of’ followed by their name and you’ve got Hive’s first property mongul.
That, or any stalwart Dictator-to-be can have the Cardboard Fortress of Doom they’ve always dreamed of.
{Oh, God, there she went with the yelling. You can’t help but back away a little bit. You had never really been good at dealing with overly emotional people. Or people at all, now that you thought about it. But that was neither here nor there. You watch her as she chucks the strange weapon she was holding at the wall, tearing plaster and little bits of aluminum apart. It was honestly a bit disturbing, seeing her like this. Still shaking a bit, you nod along with her, not wanting to enrage her further by running away.}
“y…yes. that is true.”
{You speak in a much quieter tone of voice now, trying your best to remain calm. It wasn’t her fault that she was so mad, after all. Everyone reacted to things differently. If your shadow was any indication, her rage and frustration made quite a bit of sense.}
"It is though, ain't it? Yeah. She ain't like me. I guess she's like me if I was Ampora, which I ain't, not by no way. Her thing? She's me who don't know when to stop. But guess what? I ain't that stupid. I know what's what. And Imma give her what's what, and she's'a wish she ain't never fucked with me."
And she spun around and smiled, for the first time in what felt like ages.
Meenah jumped up, grabbed the Mayor, picked him up, and hugged him. "Thanks, Mayor guy, you're fuckin' boss, y'know that? Man, whoever's your moirail must be one lucky bastard." She was grinning darkly now, grinning her wide sharp-toothed grin, the one that any sane person would run very far away from if they ever found it directed at them. "You stay safe from these shadow assholes, y'hear? Don't get mixed up in no fights. And hell yeah they'll be fights. 'Cause there's one fake fish princess whose blood is gonna be all over these streets reel soon, and it shore ain't gonna be me."
She dropped the Mayor, spun on her heel, scooped up her makeshift mace, and sprinted off and out and down the street, shouting ahead of her, "Mini-Pyrope said ya want an internal fight? Imma give ya an internal fight, ya fuckin' BITCH!"
She skidded to a halt, turned around, ran back towards the Mayor, and shouted, "Oh yeah, I'm raisin' an army too, you should totes join!" She waved and then spun around once more, heading back out. "But seriously got a shadow bitch to fuck up! Sea ya round Mayor guy! YOUR BLOOD IS FUCKING MINE FAKE ME BITCH!"
And with that, she was around the corner and off into the twilit city. She knew what she was doing and she wasn't backing down, not again. Not this time.
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((aah thank you! I’m really glad you like it - figuring out how to RP Meenah for this event was difficult, so I’m really happy that you think it’s working well!))
{Okay, well, you really don’t know what she’s going on about, but she seems to be even angrier than before, so obviously whatever you were trying to do wasn’t working. You kind of just put your hands up towards her and pat her arm, trying to calm her down. Hopefully she would relax a bit.}
“PLEASE CALM DOWN.”
{You were starting to get nervous. When people were upset, it always made you feel a bit more vulnerable than you normally did.}
The Carapacian man tried to pat her arm, awkwardly. Meenah shook him off. "Calm down? Calm down? Fuck, Mayor, if you thought you were turning into a less sleazy but just as awful Cronus fucking Ampora then you wouldn't be calm neither! I just - I - she - I - I ain't fucking like that! I can't be - I goddamn fucking won't be!" With a shout of frustrated, directionless rage, Meenah slammed her makeshift aluminum mace into the nearest wall. The blow landed with a satisfying crunch, deforming the top of the pole and taking off a significant amount of plaster from the wall.
She thought the Mayor was shaking. She didn't much care.
Well... wait.
Meenah looked down at the small Carapacian, thoughtfully.
"No," she said, at last. "I ain't her. I could kill ya here and now,no prob, right? It's been talkin' to you that's made me all up an' pissed like this, right now. But I ain't, never even thought bout it. Know why? Cause that would be a shitty thing to do. You a cutie pie, Mayor, ain't done nofin an' ain't deserve nofin shitty done to ya. And I ain't no shitty person, no way."
Meenah started pacing now, her bitter determination growing. She slammed her makeshift mace on the ground every once and a while, for emphasis. "Cause the thing is? Yeah, that shadow-me knows what I think. But that ain't all I think and it ain't how I think it - and that's the thing, yeah? I'm a little like that, fine - but just enough to make me cool. I ain't all like that, cause bein' all like that just makes ya a piece of shit. I got friends. I got bros. I got people I like an' they like me an' I ain't treatin' 'em like shit cause it'd be an asshole thing to do. Yeah?"
{Of course you could talk! Everyone always assumed that you couldn’t talk. Probably because you rarely did so, but still. You would cross your arms and offer her a glare under normal conditions, but she was obviously not at her best, so you decide that you can forgive her mistake.}
“…”
{You don’t really know what she’s talking about, but you figure that it’s safe to assume that she ran into one of those strange doppelgangers as well. Everyone around here seemed to have one tailing them now. You nod, listening to her carefully before speaking.}
"Thanks and all, Mayor guy, but I don't just wanna be fine, I wanna be badass - I am badass! But cool badass, not like - not like - fuck. What's the word for how she was? She wasn't cool badass. She was, like, scary badass. But not cool scary. I wanna be scary too. But not scary like, 'wow I don't wanna be around her she sucks' scary, more like 'wow she's a badass leader better do what she says' scary. 'Wow I don't wanna be around her she sucks' scary is more like what's up with Cronus and ain't no one wants that."
Meenah paused, a new look of horror and revulsion spreading across her face.
"Fuck! That's what's so fuckin' awful bout her - the whole 'No one matters but how I can use 'em' thing? That's Cronus's thing, dead-on! He don't care nofin bout no one except what he can use 'em for, an' he's the shittiest person I ever met and - and - I ain't like Cronus I ain't I can't be I can't be I can't be oh holy fucking FUCK no - "
Meenah blinked. "Oh hey. You talk. Didn't think you talked. Huh."
She kicked at a pebble on the ground, then said, "I dunno. I dunno and that's what sucks so much. It's like... like, the thing is, she ain't wrong bout some stuff. But it sounds so awful when she says it like... like I don't even know. Like the whole thing bout bein' empress so no one matters but me? It's sorta true! I'm the awesomest, no denyin' that. But it's not like I actually wanna kill everyone for no reason neither. An' I mean, I know I'm not the only person in the world. It's just that so many other people are just idiots n' assholes, y'know? Ain't my fault. The ones that ain't, they're fine - your'e fine! I like you fine. Ain't got nofin gainst you. So that proves I ain't like her, right? I just... She knows what I think, but she says it an' makes it sound like I'm just a shitty person. I ain't that shitty of a person..." She trailed off. She couldn't put into words just what she was feeling, but it really sucked.
{WV stares up at the strange girl in front of him, waving hello to her. He had managed to lose track of his shadow quite a while ago, and was starting to feel a bit better. He gives her a questioning look, as if he was asking what she meant.}
Meenah glanced down at the Carapacian wrapped in brown rags. She had stopped being surprised at running into people she recognized. This place was so weird.
"You too? Man runnin' into all a you weirdos from that meteor." She snorted. "You dont look like no type to krill nomoby what do you know bout nothin?"
She sighed in irritation, though, and shook her head. "It's stupid though. Killin' shit is badass. I'm badass. So why do i feel like shit bout all this don't make no sense."
Meenah was babied by Empress!Feferi, who gushed over her constantly and liked to give her pretty things and do cutesy stuff together. Meenah couldn’t stand it, and couldn’t stand the idea that this is what the empress was supposed to be. She grew up surrounded by frilly shiny soft cute things, and it disgusted her.
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