An Upset Catgirl [Video]

[dictator_ko]

[Ordinarily she wouldn't make a first impression like this. After all, one must show off ones cute side. But right now she's upset. Very upset. So upset her eyes've turned red without her noticing it. Just one of those things from her past life. A past life she most definitely doesn't appreciate, horrifying as her memories had been.

She'd already discovered the Network while trying to Google up the strange number she'd gotten stuck in her head, but hadn't made a post just yet as she read it trying to get a sense of what's going on. She got just enough to realized that this thing was being used by those Numbered folks. She's not sure why it exists or why she can access it now, but she does know one thing: she's upset.]

What's going on? Why am I getting terrible fucked up memories? Why did I get a fucked up knife? And now I have freaky cat ears, too! And I can make a weirdo force field.

Am I one of those Numbered freaks now? Aren't you the guys whose fault it's the aliens invaded? Why'm I one of you now?

And what's with the gross slimy stuff? Is that you guys' fault, too?

Comments

[dictator_ko]

Cats're cute, so my ears're cute.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

Guess maybe I'm just not much of a cat person.

[dictator_ko]

What?! Cats are adorable! Why don't you like them?

[guitar_case_vagabond]

I dunno, I just don't.

All they do is get hair everything, and they stink!

[dictator_ko]

We can't be friends.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

I don't give a fuck.

[dictator_ko]

But I'm a model, you know.

[She's just fishing for approval... that she likely won't get.]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[There is no approval here, only Raye.]

The fuck does that have to do with anything?

[dictator_ko]

You should want to be my friend.

[This is Mina's rather self-centered way of saying that she wants to be friends.]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Ridiculously enough, she might not even be totally against it. ... Unfortunately, this is the worst possible way to sneak around to Raye's good side.]

I don't give a crap if you're a model, kid. I can breathe in space.

[Whatever... that has to do with anything.]

[dictator_ko]

I was going to allow... you can breathe in space?

[guitar_case_vagabond]

Yeah. I got sucked out into space once and I was totally fine.

[dictator_ko]

["Freak," she thinks to herself. But she doesn't say it.]

Seriously? Is stuff like that normal for Numbered?

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[That is probably for the best. She's still not entirely ready to forget that shit-talking from up there.]

Eh, sorta? A few of us can, but the rest of them use magic, so... doesn't count.

[dictator_ko]

I wonder if I'll be able to do that. Anyways, I'll allow you to be my friend. ♪

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[... She'll what.]

I'll pass. Just stay outta my face, kid.

[dictator_ko]

I'm making a peace offering, you know.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

I ain't interested in anybody who thinks they can "allow" me to do shit.

[Yes, she is being that petty.]

[dictator_ko]

That's what I get for trying to be nice!

[guitar_case_vagabond]

You don't get a free pass for callin' me and my friends "freaks" just because you flip the script and start throwing out all that cutesy bullshit.

If you really wanna start over, I'll take a "sorry" though.

[dictator_ko]

[She would apologize if she wasn't in a bad mood. As is, though, she's too upset and angry. She just glares.]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Oh, we're glaring, now, huh? She can glare too. She can glare for days. Literal. Days.]

[dictator_ko]

[She glares until she gets fed up enough to disconnect.]