Sammy didn't quite understand Aunt Nene's fascination with the ... well, she wasn't sure what the right word would be -- she kept settling on
'dense', but that wasn't very nice and Aunt Nene said Miss Sachie was very smart -- and the word 'big' didn't quite fit either, and
'heavily muscled' made it sound like she looked like Statesman or something, which was a very funny image but wasn't at all accurate, and -- where
was she?
Sammy bit her lip and frowned.
Oh, right. Why was Aunt Nene so fascinated by the strong lady with the grumpy attitude? She had Aunt Ifrit already, and even if Sammy wasn't interested
in girls herself she wasn't -blind-, she saw the way other people -- girls and guys alike -- reacted when Aunt Ifrit was around.
And she didn't think Aunt Nene wanted -two- girlfriends, that didn't seem her style. Unca Terr and Miss Valles, now, both of them had two girlfriends,
but Aunt Nene teased them about it, and not in a jealous-teasing way but the rolling-on-the-floor laughing kind of teasing.
But Aunt Nene seemed to like the grumpy lady, and had even suggested that perhaps a bit of sparring in the arena would be a good way for Sammy to test herself.
Somehow that had turned into a free-for-all with the grumpy lady, and one of the Sabres, and Miss Lora -- who, Sammy noted indignantly, was careful to keep her
flying-squid-form tentacles out of even a catgirl's reach -- and someone she had never met before but who she had to be nice to because this was the D and
DJ Zero wouldn't like it if she sharpened her claws on someone outside the arena, no matter how much she probably deserved it.
Well, she obviously -did-, she was a -fox-, which, when you got right down to it, was pretty much just like being a -dog-.
Still, she'd behaved herself, even though she didn't want to.
And, she had to admit as she flew through the air, twisting instinctively to land on her feet -- again! -- Aunt Nene had been right about one thing:
This was a heckuva challenge.
She pushed off, ignoring the blast of icicles from the fox lady, and landed on Sachie's back. Her hands blurred, her claws flashing as they tried to carve
their way through Sachie's... well, she didn't know what it was, exactly, but it was a lot like sparring with Unca Terr.
The Sabre was in front, slicing away with that sword of hers, and the fox lady and Miss Lora were joining in, it was like beating on one of those giant Roman
monsters, like the cyclops guys or something, everybody was joining in the slice-em party, and --
Eeep, she thought, as Sachie reached up with one hand, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, and sent her flying again.
What does Aunt Nene -see- in her? ran through her mind again as she slammed through the tables and skidded right over the edge of the raised deck, landing
heavily outside the cage below.
Sammy scowled as the teleporter flashed, depositing first Miss Lora, then the fox lady, outside the D arena terminals. The fox lady hastily excused herself --
Sammy tried not to bare her fangs -- and Miss Lora followed suit.
Sammy waited, regarding the sad remains of her claws with more than a little irritation, combined with equal parts grudging respect and horrified confusion.
Her claws were -dull-. Claws that could peel Rikti like grapefruit, that had shredded Bobcat -- and at -that- memory Sammy sniffed haughtily to herself,
Bobcat wasn't deserving of the 'cat' title if -that- was all she had! -- that had gone one-on-one with the big ugly Roman guy who stank like an
outhouse and spat purple lightning to boot... these same claws had failed to so much as scratch Sachie Hanagawa.
It was -infuriating-.
But Aunt Nene had been very firm. Sammy had to be polite.
So she waited. Finally Sachie and the Sabre appeared in flashes of light. Sammy rose out of her habitual crouch and stuck out a hand in Sachie's
direction.
"Good fight," Sammy muttered, trying to be polite and only partially succeeding. She released the handgrip and nodded at the Sabre -- who she'd
been able to score hits on, at least, even if the armored girl had shrugged them all off.
"Anyway if you'll excuse me I need to go find some Freaks and beat them up a bit, sharpen my claws, I can't believe I couldn't -touch- you in
there, that's really annoying and it just makes me want to SCREAM and oops I'm sorry Aunt Nene said I should be polite and now I'm not and I'm
going to go now, excuse me, bye!"
She hastily leapt over the railing and dropped to the floor below, her cheeks and ears burning.
She -really- didn't get why Aunt Nene liked that grumpy lady. All she ever did was grunt -- the "Hn." still rang in Sammy's ears, mockingly
-- and beat up innocent catgirls.
Hmph.
She really needed to find some Freaks. Or Derrick. Maybe both.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
'dense', but that wasn't very nice and Aunt Nene said Miss Sachie was very smart -- and the word 'big' didn't quite fit either, and
'heavily muscled' made it sound like she looked like Statesman or something, which was a very funny image but wasn't at all accurate, and -- where
was she?
Sammy bit her lip and frowned.
Oh, right. Why was Aunt Nene so fascinated by the strong lady with the grumpy attitude? She had Aunt Ifrit already, and even if Sammy wasn't interested
in girls herself she wasn't -blind-, she saw the way other people -- girls and guys alike -- reacted when Aunt Ifrit was around.
And she didn't think Aunt Nene wanted -two- girlfriends, that didn't seem her style. Unca Terr and Miss Valles, now, both of them had two girlfriends,
but Aunt Nene teased them about it, and not in a jealous-teasing way but the rolling-on-the-floor laughing kind of teasing.
But Aunt Nene seemed to like the grumpy lady, and had even suggested that perhaps a bit of sparring in the arena would be a good way for Sammy to test herself.
Somehow that had turned into a free-for-all with the grumpy lady, and one of the Sabres, and Miss Lora -- who, Sammy noted indignantly, was careful to keep her
flying-squid-form tentacles out of even a catgirl's reach -- and someone she had never met before but who she had to be nice to because this was the D and
DJ Zero wouldn't like it if she sharpened her claws on someone outside the arena, no matter how much she probably deserved it.
Well, she obviously -did-, she was a -fox-, which, when you got right down to it, was pretty much just like being a -dog-.
Still, she'd behaved herself, even though she didn't want to.
And, she had to admit as she flew through the air, twisting instinctively to land on her feet -- again! -- Aunt Nene had been right about one thing:
This was a heckuva challenge.
She pushed off, ignoring the blast of icicles from the fox lady, and landed on Sachie's back. Her hands blurred, her claws flashing as they tried to carve
their way through Sachie's... well, she didn't know what it was, exactly, but it was a lot like sparring with Unca Terr.
The Sabre was in front, slicing away with that sword of hers, and the fox lady and Miss Lora were joining in, it was like beating on one of those giant Roman
monsters, like the cyclops guys or something, everybody was joining in the slice-em party, and --
Eeep, she thought, as Sachie reached up with one hand, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, and sent her flying again.
What does Aunt Nene -see- in her? ran through her mind again as she slammed through the tables and skidded right over the edge of the raised deck, landing
heavily outside the cage below.
Sammy scowled as the teleporter flashed, depositing first Miss Lora, then the fox lady, outside the D arena terminals. The fox lady hastily excused herself --
Sammy tried not to bare her fangs -- and Miss Lora followed suit.
Sammy waited, regarding the sad remains of her claws with more than a little irritation, combined with equal parts grudging respect and horrified confusion.
Her claws were -dull-. Claws that could peel Rikti like grapefruit, that had shredded Bobcat -- and at -that- memory Sammy sniffed haughtily to herself,
Bobcat wasn't deserving of the 'cat' title if -that- was all she had! -- that had gone one-on-one with the big ugly Roman guy who stank like an
outhouse and spat purple lightning to boot... these same claws had failed to so much as scratch Sachie Hanagawa.
It was -infuriating-.
But Aunt Nene had been very firm. Sammy had to be polite.
So she waited. Finally Sachie and the Sabre appeared in flashes of light. Sammy rose out of her habitual crouch and stuck out a hand in Sachie's
direction.
"Good fight," Sammy muttered, trying to be polite and only partially succeeding. She released the handgrip and nodded at the Sabre -- who she'd
been able to score hits on, at least, even if the armored girl had shrugged them all off.
"Anyway if you'll excuse me I need to go find some Freaks and beat them up a bit, sharpen my claws, I can't believe I couldn't -touch- you in
there, that's really annoying and it just makes me want to SCREAM and oops I'm sorry Aunt Nene said I should be polite and now I'm not and I'm
going to go now, excuse me, bye!"
She hastily leapt over the railing and dropped to the floor below, her cheeks and ears burning.
She -really- didn't get why Aunt Nene liked that grumpy lady. All she ever did was grunt -- the "Hn." still rang in Sammy's ears, mockingly
-- and beat up innocent catgirls.
Hmph.
She really needed to find some Freaks. Or Derrick. Maybe both.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs