Aino Minako (sailor_v) wrote in valarnet, @ 2018-03-30 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | aino minako (sailor venus), logan howlett (wolverine) |
The dreams returned. The talking cat, Artemis, followed me to the arcade, to complain that I was spending too much time on video games and not enough time studying to be a super hero. To be honest, I didn’t think being a super hero was something that you… studied... for... Please, talking cat, enlighten me. What school subject teaches you how to be a magical warrior of justice?
Meanwhile, I ignored him as I continued to play the games. I was determined to beat this one player’s high score, wanted it more than anything. I hate losing, I hate coming in second place. Here and in my dreams. My only responses to Artemis were about how stupid my super hero costume is. I’m really glad dream!Me feels the same way about it real!me does, to be honest.
The next day I go in, and there’s a new game at the arcade. Staring me. Super hero me. How strange is that? I started playing it until I noticed a bunch of the guys there were giving me dirty looks for hogging the new game, so I moved back to the game I’d been trying to get the high score on. I FINALLY beat it, when this complete creep came out of nowhere and freaked out on me. Apparently it was his score I beat. He decided I couldn’t be a girl because girls don’t play video games... I’ve ran into a few of those at Game Stop. Of course they’d spill over into my dream world. Artemis suggested I use the crescent shaped compact to change into someone else so I could lose him and run away. Instead I decide to change into a video game character in shiny metal armor.
And of course this creep was also a huge perv and tackled me to the ground. I used the other magic item the cat gave me in the last drea, to transform into Sailor V. I got the guy off of me by blinding him with the transformation. And kicked him when he… err… decided to take it upon himself to see what the costume looked like from another angle. I knocked him out cold and ran away.
Maybe the cat’s right and I need more super hero training. Not that I feel too bad about kicking that dude, he obviously deserved it.
When I woke up this morning, both the compact and the pen were laying on my nightstand.