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 itâs getting to be a real pain in the rear to knock them out with non-lethal force as opposed to just blast âem up. The former suggestion is, of course, thanks to a certain girl in red and white who is no longer here. Of course.
Well, Marisaâs looking at it this way: sheâs doing a lot of recycling. Her experiments arenât waste-free, after all. Shining vials are tossed and, after a short delay, explode in a smog-smothered light amidst the crowds.
<<Yâfigure theyâd be givinâ 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; didnât they teach you not to bring guns to a magic fight?>>
Itâs then she notices a familiar sight flying up on her, green hair wild with flight. Thereâs no time for a reunion, just the important stuff.
<<Hey, if youâre not the real Sanae, Iâll just have to vaporize you, got it? So ya better be able tâ answer my questions.>>
