the real slim shady | closed
easternwindvalley
Fly here, go there, blow this up: it all starts to get very boring and trite when you have to do it every thirty seconds. There are drones and jack-booted militiamen from the other city in excess, and it’s getting to be a real pain in the rear to knock them out with non-lethal force as opposed to just blast ‘em up. The former suggestion is, of course, thanks to a certain girl in red and white who is no longer here. Of course.
Well, Marisa’s looking at it this way: she’s doing a lot of recycling. Her experiments aren’t waste-free, after all. Shining vials are tossed and, after a short delay, explode in a smog-smothered light amidst the crowds.
<<Y’figure they’d be givin’ up against me by now -- whoa, watch it!>> A bullet of the lead variety has just skimmed her ear, a narrow miss. <<Jeez, you guys have no sense of tact; didn’t they teach you not to bring guns to a magic fight?>>
It’s then she notices a familiar sight flying up on her, green hair wild with flight. There’s no time for a reunion, just the important stuff.
<<Hey, if you’re not the real Sanae, I’ll just have to vaporize you, got it? So ya better be able t’ answer my questions.>>
