She had heard the first shriek when she'd left the dorms complex for her morning jog. There had been dead eels on the lawn, but she had not paid it much heed.
Then there had been the second shriek, as she approached the gate. It had given her pause. What was out there that was, apparently, throwing fish at the school
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So she was striking out at the latest batch of eels, a long knife in each hand, practically a blur as she sliced them neatly.
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Yeah, rhythmic gymnastics weren't really a thing in Jalian's time.
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"Not exactly," Kathy said, letting her ribbons fly to slam into more of the eels. The handles were her preferred weapons today; there didn't seem much of a point to trying to tie the eels up. "They're more like sports equipment? That I turned into weapons because I already knew how to use them."
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"Sensible," Jalian decided.
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Still, Jalian's easy acceptance earned a bright grin from Kathy. "Thank you!" she said. "Usually, I catch more flak for how silly they look."
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Jalian kicked one eel and stabbed another. "Why do they look silly?"
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Either way, the answer was probably the same.
"I mean, they're bright rainbow ribbons covered in wire and duct tape. They don't look like weapons. Or much of anything really. So, people laugh."
She didn't mind it so much when the guys she picked up in Baltimore laughed at her. It stung a little more when her friends did.
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It was males that laughed, wasn't it? They were silly creatures.
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"It's why I get to keep them on me, rather than having to put them away in the weapons locker," Kathy said, nodding. "I mean, I wouldn't mind something that looked a little more badass, but I can't even pretend that being underestimated hasn't helped me out."
[This past week has been hell on my schedule, sorry! I'll understand if you'd rather drop this thread, just wanted to respond!]
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