Sailor Moon Forum4/14/2021
I hate the nineties I muttered as I switched the box off, you could only watch grown men torture each other for so long before it got boring.What the hell has happened to my life You acted like your usual self and were an irascible asshole to someone online because they gave a contrary opinion was my only response to the rhetorical question, my breath coming in deep gasps as I pounded across the --thankfully-- flat roofs.I liked talking to myself, it was one of the few places I got sensible answers from both before and after my rather.I paused on the current rooftop glaring at my target as it warily paced near the edge, little shit had to stop and think since this was the last in the line.
Come on now, lets just sit and talk eh I asked reaching into the back pocket of my jeans and hoping to heaven the smoked fish slice was still both wrapped and there, I never trusted back pockets the things were surprisingly unreliable. Thankfully the treat had stayed in and was in (fairly) good condition. Taking it out of the packet I waved the crumbly slice of fishy goodness in her direction hoping shed notice the scent. My body tensed as the feline took the bait approaching my direction slowly. Good puss I said idly before mentally groaning, she was a fucking sapient being, not a housecat Why do I always stick my foot in it. Trying to entice her closer I tore the slice in half and threw one in her direction managing to just miss her bandaged head by a few inches. Shit Damn flea-ridden moggy took her half and jumped I hate that goddamned magic moon cat I mumbled slowly approaching the edge. Yup, shed made it, skittering across the empty road and into the nest of alleyways on the next street far faster then I could make it to her. In the back of my mind id kind of expected it, whilst not having much knowledge of her abilities beyond being smarter-then-your-average-cat and chatty I suspected she must of had some kind of mystical ace or two up her sleeve to give her the edge against stray dogs and animal control. Sighing at the futility of it all I reached behind my back and procured a simple swimming mask, snapping it on with a tad reluctance. Bending my knees I did a few test bounces on my feet looking like a loon. In a way I was. To anyone who was watching theyd have seen a oddly garbed foreigner do an impressive (if complex) triple mid air somersault followed by a perfect swan dive.into the concrete 100 feet below them. Thankfully there was no mess, in fact there was no sign of any extravagant suicide attempt at all when the police turned up an hour later. Theyd received several frantic calls from a few semi-inebriated salary men returning home from their evening revelries and begrudgingly took interest when their (sober) wives reported having seen a similar thing. What they did find however was a small card neatly placed where the jumper was supposed to have hit the ground. More will be explained as I go along, this is merely a prologue and a testing ground of sorts. I was frankly getting rather tired of chasing after black cats in the evening (days were easier but ran the risk of more people noticing my. So here I was, stuck in a fairly roomy apartment gawping at Japanese game-shows on the television whilst suffering from Internet withdrawal.
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