Who: Gaz and Kitty. What: Whuppin' things. When: 4/2, after these texts. Where: The streets, man. Rating/Warnings: R for swearing, violence against NPC jerks. Potential triggers: drug use, prostitution. Status: Complete!
Being fourteen sucked again. Kitty’s body was smaller, in every way. She’d had such body image issues and they’d all come crashing back. She did her best not to tell anyone about that, not in so much details. She didn’t want to bother anyone with it.
But she could still kick some ass, and her powers still worked, it was just a matter of fixing her muscle memory!
She knocked on Gaz’s door.
Gaz had suited up for this in a skirt that was a little longer than usual, long enough to wear shorts under. She had on knee high boots with steel toes and metal plating in the shins, and a leather jacket. Her hair was up so it wouldn’t get into her way, a few neon green streaks hanging in her eyes.
When she opened the door and saw a Teeny Kitty, she shrugged and grunted. Her battle axe was strapped to her back. “You ready?”
She popped a claw. “As ready as I’ll ever be, bub. I’ll need a few fights to warm up since this body is different.”
“Apparently.” Gaz blinked at the claw. “Logan’s?” She poked it a little with an index finger, not even blinking at the pain.
“Yeah. I’ve got this springloaded mechanism in my gloves that lets me pop it. For awhile in my dreams I was using one of his broken claws as a weapon and well...My mood has been totally conductive to messing around with claws these days.”
Gaz shrugged again, her finger already healed up. “So, who are we smacking, anyway?”
“Dunno. Lets find some muggers and creeps and remind them that girls fight back!”
Gaz didn’t often smile, but Kitty brought it out in her. “If someone attacks us, they’re a dumbass.” But she obligingly thought only of things that made her happy, so that the aura of fear that surrounded her at times would draw back.
Kitty clapped her hands together. “Yes! Come on I took my bike but maybe you should drive so it looks less weird.”
Nodding, Gaz moved to the bike and hopped on, starting it easily even though she’d never ridden it before. Her dreams were useful. “Hang on?”
“Sure.” Kitty grinned and held on tight. She loved her motorbike, it was so silent it was hard to tell it was even on! Gaz drove fast; to the naked eye it would have seemed reckless, but her reflexes were too superhuman to be entirely dangerous. She guided them to a worse part of town, humming a little when she found an alley to park.
Kitty thought it was awesome and let herself be 14 again. But then when it came to danger, Kitty was always 14 and forever would be. “Oh I hope there’s someone to hit…”
“Me too,” Gaz sighed. She flopped down on an empty crate of something, letting her legs dangle in front of her. “I shoulda worn more expensive jewelry or something.”
“I can be bait?” Kitty suggested, hopping onto a different crate and stretching.
“What’re you gonna do, take your top off and walk around?” Gaz snorted.
“..sure why not? I dunno. Maybe act all….sexy and baity.”
Gaz wrinkled her nose. “If you want? Just seems sketchy.”
"Got any better ideas? Maybe we can just wait and see if anyone decides to jump someone" Kitty suggested.
“That works. Or hell, I could just ask for drug dealers. Pretend you’re strung out.” She looked at Kitty, wondering if she knew how that would even look.
Kitty froofed her hair up even more and then did a pretty good imitation of someone wired up. It wasn’t that hard to do!
That was just funny, and Gaz snorted quietly. “People say I always look like I’m on downers, so let’s go.” They could just walk around and probably find a dealer anywhere around here.
Kitty bounced a little on her heels,keeping her motions jerky as she walked. This was kind of fun! Oh she really wanted to punch someone in the face and see the shocked look on his face….
Soon they came across a group of men who were huddled close. Gaz leaned against a wall, trying to look nervous but needy at the same time. She managed sullen.
Kitty wondered if she should rub up against Gaz. She ended up hovering close to her and made a whiny needy sound.
Oh, thank god, they’d sold it. Someone was coming over, and the rest of the crew followed. Gaz looked at one of them, then down at her arm, hoping one of them would get the idea that she wanted something to shoot up.
The brunette started to bounce from foot to foot and tugged at Gaz's other hand. She was looking seriously strung out!
Well, that worked too. One of the guys leaned in closer, smirking. “You ladies lookin’ to purchase, or peruse?”
That was all Gaz needed. She looked at Kitty. “You think this’ll work?”
"It'll work it's gotta work it'll be so awesome trust me," Kitty said, talking a mile a minute, her head twitching as she looked at the men.
“Purchase,” Gaz said, looking at the guy. Really, who the hell approached a pissy looking chick with a battle axe?
“We don’t take cash,” the guy said, looking them up and down. Like the battleaxe was somehow missed, or by the laws of horror films, ignored.
“So like if I do stuff to you you’ll give me stuff?” Kitty had to be sure!
“Yeah, with that pretty mouth of---” The first man’s buddy suddenly had a fist breaking his nose.
Yay, it was time to hit people! Gaz grinned wickedly, knowing full well that it made her look terrifying. She picked up one of the guys and gave him a light, playful headbutt. Unfortunately for him, that was hard as hell from most people and broke his nose.
One of the men drew a knife, and Kitty poked her claw through his hand, then kicked him towards Gaz. “All yours horror show!”
Gaz couldn’t help but grin, picking the guy up with one hand. “If it makes you feel better, you can kinda stab me once. If you want.” She couldn’t help but let her fear aura out a little, making the man start to shake like a poodle.
“Gross, I think he pee’d himself.” Kitty dodged another guy and kicked him into the wall. “Horror Show. That’s your official X-man name now!”
“I dig it.” Gaz tossed the guy she’d been holding into a pile of boxes so he’d hurt but not die. She watched Kitty work for a while, smiling. “Does this help?” She’d noticed that Kitty seemed upset lately.
“Yeah. Helps a lot. Nothing else I can do while I’m stuck like this and I’m really praying I don’t have to grow up again. Four times was enough.” Counting this life and at least three dream lives. “Well more like eight. My dreams have been messed up.”
“Holy shit. I dream I’m a kid, but that’s it.” Gaz shrugged and moved to hug Kitty. The guys were messed up, they wouldn’t see.
Kitty hugged her back. “There’s the ‘main’ me but awhile back I started dreaming of alternate versions. Different histories, different worlds even. Some of them really horribly bad. I feel like this world was the only one I ever got to have a normal childhood in, and I even messed that up by doing college so young. Though maybe this world is a nexus point and all our realities collided and that’s how our universes got shared…” She rubbed her nose and thought about that.
“That’s fucked up,” Gaz blinked. “Don’t think about the logistics, you’ll go nuts.” She rubbed Kitty’s back. It was telling that they were close; Gaz wasn’t really a fan of hugging.
She rested her head against Gaz. Too bad the girl was married, and that Kitty was jailbait right now. Actually that wasn’t even what she wanted any more (even if she’d never admit she’d nursed a crush on Gaz for a very long time). She liked this sisterly thing right now. She liked it a lot.
Running her fingers over Kitty’s hair, Gaz sighed. “Hopefully you’ll get back into your right body and you can figure out your shit. I mean, if you want to talk, I’m uh. Around.”
“I dunno what advice I need yet. I’ve got a lot of shit to sort out an’ everything.” She scrunched up her nose. “Nothing to do with the kids, at least. Just personal problems.”
“Like what?” She started to walk with Kitty, wondering if they could find another group of idiots to bash.
“Girl problems,” Kitty said, with a shrug. “Man, when I was fourteen I always thought I’d end up with a guy. Even did the whole wedding planning thing.”
“Yeah, you’re single now, right? What’s up?” Gaz blinked a little. “Want to get some pizza and talk?”
“Sure, sounds good!” She walked past one of the men on the ground, and kicked him in the balls as she did so.
Gaz outright laughed at that. She was glad that she hadn’t done it, the guy would’ve probably died. Sometimes super strength was a bummer.
“Need me to climb up to a roof and scout?” Gaz spoke as if she were talking about holding Kitty’s purse. Just another day at the office.
“Nah. Lets get out of here, I think I’ve had enough violence for the day.”