Killkitty was a normally a sanguine enough soul. One did not survive SpecFor training in the United Allied Forces, Sniper School, Long-Range Recon and Patrol,
and six years on the front, dealing havoc with the Enemy without being behind the Eight Ball* and NOT have a thick skin and a level head. But sometimes ...
sometimes, you just had to lose your temper. Sometimes, you just had to shout. Sometimes, you just had to do things that all that ingrained training said you
shouldn't.
This was one of those sometimes.
"Listen very carefully, null pointer," she snarled, jabbing a finger into the sternum of the civvie she'd backed against a wall, "because
I'm only going to give this to you once, and if you hash it up, I will NOT be held responsible for the resulting pain. I am NOT a catgirl. I have never
BEEN a catgirl. I am a mutant. Period. End of description."
"But...," the civilian stuttered, gaze jumping to the Killkitty's ears, pinned back in displeasure, and her tail, lashing with surpressed anger.
"Shut. Your. HOLE!" Killkitty roared in an impressive impersonation of her former DI. The civvie made a noise completely at odds with his overweight
frame and shrunk back against the wall. "I don't give a nanocred what you call any of the others; that's their business. But I am not a catgirl. I
am not 'kawaii.' And my name is 'Killkitty' or, if you're feeling formal, Captain
D'Allesandro**, NOT 'Neko-Chan.'"
She leaned close, her voice pitched low. "If you or your buddies forget this fact, civvie, then I can promise you that you won't like the
consequences. To be frank, I won't either, but that's only because of the mess I'll have to clean up and the paperwork that I'll have to file.
But those are burdens that I will force myself to deal with if you zipbrains call me that again. Understood?"
The civilian nodded, eyes wide with fright. Killkitty looked him in the eye for a moment, then nodded and stepped back, shouldering her futuristic assault
rifle. "Good," she said. "As you were." Without another glance, she leaped away, her jumpboots emitting a characteristic hum.
On the roof of the nearby building, Killkitty sighed as she watched the civilian scurry away. She hated pulling the bad cop routine, but some of these civvies
just got her tail in a knot. She was going to have to have words with the brainboys if she ever got back home. All of this cultural imagery that they failed to
mention when they briefed her for the trip back to the 21st Century. Anime, artwork, posters, costumes, and all the other stuff. And here she was with
mutations that put her smack in the middle of it all.
Killkitty sighed. "Friggin' fanboys."
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
and six years on the front, dealing havoc with the Enemy without being behind the Eight Ball* and NOT have a thick skin and a level head. But sometimes ...
sometimes, you just had to lose your temper. Sometimes, you just had to shout. Sometimes, you just had to do things that all that ingrained training said you
shouldn't.
This was one of those sometimes.
"Listen very carefully, null pointer," she snarled, jabbing a finger into the sternum of the civvie she'd backed against a wall, "because
I'm only going to give this to you once, and if you hash it up, I will NOT be held responsible for the resulting pain. I am NOT a catgirl. I have never
BEEN a catgirl. I am a mutant. Period. End of description."
"But...," the civilian stuttered, gaze jumping to the Killkitty's ears, pinned back in displeasure, and her tail, lashing with surpressed anger.
"Shut. Your. HOLE!" Killkitty roared in an impressive impersonation of her former DI. The civvie made a noise completely at odds with his overweight
frame and shrunk back against the wall. "I don't give a nanocred what you call any of the others; that's their business. But I am not a catgirl. I
am not 'kawaii.' And my name is 'Killkitty' or, if you're feeling formal, Captain
D'Allesandro**, NOT 'Neko-Chan.'"
She leaned close, her voice pitched low. "If you or your buddies forget this fact, civvie, then I can promise you that you won't like the
consequences. To be frank, I won't either, but that's only because of the mess I'll have to clean up and the paperwork that I'll have to file.
But those are burdens that I will force myself to deal with if you zipbrains call me that again. Understood?"
The civilian nodded, eyes wide with fright. Killkitty looked him in the eye for a moment, then nodded and stepped back, shouldering her futuristic assault
rifle. "Good," she said. "As you were." Without another glance, she leaped away, her jumpboots emitting a characteristic hum.
On the roof of the nearby building, Killkitty sighed as she watched the civilian scurry away. She hated pulling the bad cop routine, but some of these civvies
just got her tail in a knot. She was going to have to have words with the brainboys if she ever got back home. All of this cultural imagery that they failed to
mention when they briefed her for the trip back to the 21st Century. Anime, artwork, posters, costumes, and all the other stuff. And here she was with
mutations that put her smack in the middle of it all.
Killkitty sighed. "Friggin' fanboys."
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."