Memories and Mayhem

[Warrior Poet]

A bright cloudless sky hovered over Westopolis showering bright cheerful sunlight over the happily chattering people talking about little Sean and his good grades and whatever the heck else crossed their minds to make them look better in the minds of others. It wasn't like it mattered, because these people they spoke to had no control over whether they were promoted or anything that even made any difference in their lives whatsoever except the need to feel better about themselves, feel better than someone else.

It sickened Nimh. He sat on a small bench, observing the beautiful day and the endless bull it spawned. He came here every day at about this time. He found it halfway between entertaining and disappointing to watch them struggle through their lives.

He was around long enough to recognize some faces, too. That woman? Going to Great Harvest Bread Company to get a loaf of cinnamon raisin. That guy? He was getting a cup of coffee at Andy's and reading the paper before going home. Sometimes there was a conversation near enough that he could hear. Debbie was obviously pregnant. Sean's parents are liars and he just got expelled. Abbigail has to stop at the pharmacy before going to work to get her kid's ritalin, do you need some Tylenol?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand f*ck it all. Nimh stood, then thought about consequences. If he did, it was, yes likely to cause a massive panic, make them all quite aware of how quickly life could end. Make them alll know that they should care a lot less about how much better they were than other people. That was the bit that relly annoyed him. He was also likely to attreact police attention. He was thinking of sticking a motorcycle or something in that little pocket of his.

That possibility made his eyebrows rise. Could be fun. Once he got somewhere, if he flipped right, he could jump off the bike, have it disappear, and land on his feet. The eyebrows lowered. On the other hand, if he did it wrong, things could end in a hospital. He dropped that idea, but held on to the thought of lifting a bike.

In the mean time, he reached over his shoulder and grabbed at what seemed to be nothing, until he drew his hand back to the front and an automatic rifle appeared. SSomeone screamed. Good, they were paying attention. He felt less disappointed in sentience as a whole. The rifle was raised to point up and fired until a whole clip was expended.

As he fired into the air, Nimh watched the people around him start to scurry. Everyone was paying attention now. He decided to give them all some advice. "Go home," he shouted. "Hug your children or something!"

Having expended the clip, Nimh ejected the magazine and casually tossed the rifle over his shoulder, where it disappeared before it went more than a foot. What he considered his civic duty done, the white-furred hedgehog strode towards Andy's. He could use a cup, too, it seemed. He actually passed coffeeman on his way there, and considered asking about the coffee there, but then figured the guy's mind more on bullets than java.

With a shrug, Nimh non-chalantly walked against the flow of people, entering the diner and making his way to the back to pour a cup. After fixing his coffee with cream and sugar, he took a seat near the window to watch outside. People were still millling about, albiet in a panicked fashion. How could they have not cleared the cul-de-sac by now? It was boggling.

His eyes fell on the brass and the mag he had left lying in the middle of Central Square, then noted people avoiding them like they would start shooting or something. A faint smile graced Nimh's face as he took a sip of coffee. Good. They knew.

It then fell to Nimh to wonder what kind of psychosis-ridden flaw his antics would attract. Whatever. Didn't matter. If they were interesting, he'd talk to them then leave and they'd probably never even know his name. If they weren't, he'd just leave. If they tried to start something, he'd shoot them, then shoot them again, then leave. Simple plan, always worked. But he always seemed to call out to someone whenever that happened. Only one person, like some law of the universe that stated boundaries and limitations on stupid.

[Shukko]|]

The incident that had occurred in the cul-de-sac was responded by a simple flash of light in the sky at first, which was then followed by another of the ground near the very diner that Nimh happened to be in at the current time.

The flash appeared to be some sort of teleport, the person who had appeared was a tall female kitsune or as many people said nine-tailed fox. However she happened to be very tall, just about the height of the average human actually.

Her blue eyes turned as she moved her head towards the window of the diner, ignoring the people. They were obviously used to someone just warping in as it seemed to have happened before, currently they were still busy with their... Current matter...

She pointed and him and calmly gestured for him to come out of the diner.

[Warrior Poet]

Excuse me? Really? You want me to set down this cup of coffee and go have some pointless conversation? Nimh just stared out the window at this interesting phenomenon. He was already annoyed. Bossy as a housewife and don't even know my name yet. Gah-lee-gee. Maybe I pulled something inappropriate, but this is straight rude.

Out loud, in a monotone mutter, he said, "Nice fur coat hangin' out yer *ss." He doubted she could hear that through the glass. He leaned back in his seat, staring the kitsune in the eyes and sipping his coffee, other arm across the back of the booth. "I pine for civilized behavior."

He guessed that this fox with an over-burdened *ss was used to people doing what she told them too. Odd, this being a 'she' in the first place giving orders, odd in the second place them being obeyed. Thirdly, odd that she expected him to go lick her boots because little baby doesn't like it when Nimh doesn't play nice.

That caused his eyebrows to furrow. That was some fast response, even with teleportation. Flashy, too. Cripes. She was one of those 'truth, justice, and love' kinda people. Apparently, advising these people that they could very well be dead wasn't strictly advisable.

No, little missy, you can bring your tails in here and join me for a cup, because I am not moving. He considered actually being polite and getting a cup for her, but no, she looked a bit impatient, and might interrupt his chivalrous deed. She would just have to get her own.

[Shukko]|]

After not getting him to come outside she simply smiled and shook her head, deciding on something else instead. She waited for more of the people to clear from around her, although that didn't take too long anyway.

Let's introduce her name shall we? Luna, she walked towards the diner. Her tails calmly flicking once behind her as she approached the door and gently pushed it open with her hand when she walked inside.

"What a waste of ammunition, couldn't you atleast hit someone?" She asked as she shut the door behind her and looked to Nimh.

Ah, disgusting liquids... How can you drink that?

[Warrior Poet]

"Well I'll be d*mned." Nimh almost grinned. That wasn't what he expected to hear. Not even a mention of his impudence. His day had just gotten a lot more intresting. Nevermind that this woman had just told him that his actions were unsatisfactory; he'd set her straight on that in due time. In the meanwhile....

"Congrats, Stretch, you grasp the incompitency of the many. However, my bullets do not care what you think they should be doing. They are bullets. Thus, I suppose it falls upon me to give a flying sh*t, which, surprise, surprise... Nope. Can't even pretend."

Nimh relaxed further into the seat, taking another sip. "Hmm, I see why he came here every day. I hope these piles are back tomorrow, because they brew a mean cuppa joe. Almost enough to give me hope for the future. Two instances of reduced disappiontment." His eyes flicked up to the woman. "Oh, don't worry, you aren't one of them." He wondered if she'd catch that little stealth zing.

[Shukko]|]

Luna grinned, she liked this guy, or atleast the way that Nimh acted anyway. She hummed a little bit and looked over to the back of the diner, towards the counter and the machines.

"Heh, you like that stuff? Not that I could care... The Modern world's drinks aren't for my taste..." The Utopian and Alteria Eras had alot better liquids. Billions of years ago... Sad.


"I'm curious as to why you did that though... Out there, of course... Even though they weren't wounded... I could do that to them later anyway..." She held out her hand in front of her as it was engulfed by bright blue and acid green flames, they didn't seem to harm her.

As the kistune closed her hand the flames extinguished.

I wonder if you'll be useful to me...

[Warrior Poet]

Nimh took a sip of his coffee, then noted it was cool enough to chug. "Don't worry about it," he said, referencing her curiosity, before slugging down the rest of his cup. It was a nice looking coffee cup, too. With a shrug, he tossed it over his shoulder, where it disappeared before going very far.

That was his general response to curiosities and things that didn't make sense. Or, at least, didn't make sense to someone else, especially if Nimh had a grasp on what was going on. Here, he didn't wound anyone because it would damage the message. It would cease to be 'Anyone could snap and kill you so live like you mean it' to 'I could kill you so run away today and go about life as usual tomorrow.' This message might last longer.

Naturally, she couldn't grasp this. Kill-them-alls were not exactly that big on subtlety. She didn't even notice his snarking, which was for some reason immensely satisfying. He just stared up at her after telling her not to worry and leaned back in his stall. Now what would she do, he wondered...?

[Shukko]|]

Luna looked out the window and out onto the street, the people had calmed a bit, infact outside it was much more empty than before. "Tomorrow they'll be back to their normal lives, acting as if it never happened... This city was bombed several times about two years ago... Afterwords, everything seemed 'normal' to them."

Her mind worked in an odd way, honestly she only wanted a few people to die. If people died then others would easily get a strong message, but if everyone lived... Eventually they'd just stay the same and not change at all.

"They're too stupid to even think about what goes on... Someone shoots a gun, they run..."

[Warrior Poet]

Nimh found himself agreeing somewhat with the woman. Yes, they might not evven remember the message, but they'd be subconciously aware, which was all he could really ask. Shooting the air, hell, even nailing someone and sending them to the hospital, those he could do. Killing someone was just rude, though, and he would not be doing that.

As to the bombings.... That was interesting. Now Nimh was curious. "Apropos these bombings...." he said. His gaze trailed past Luna, noticing there were some orders lying in wait on that little windowsill between the scullery and the restaraunt proper. Must have been just finished and set to deliver when he started shooting. That was kinda funny, and at the same time, somewhat convenient.

Nimh stood up slowly, striding past Luna while continuing his previous thought. "Yes, yes, bombings. Tell me, oh please do. I'm not from around here, and local legends fascinate me." He reached out, grabed two plates of food that looked actually somewhat appetizing, and returned to his booth, noting in the higher range of his hearing a siren. That would be the police, realizing that there was going to be no blue blur taking care of this.

Interesting, that. Why hadn't anyone important shown up? Why had his psychosis-magnet only attracted some woman with a liking for death? And why did they bother showing up at alll, seeing as he alone was obviously beyond their league? Nevermind this woman, who might be able to hold her own for maybe a few minutes before getting a bullet in the face because women couldn't fight. "Care to join me?" If she did get killed, at least he could use her as a distraction and get away.

[Shukko]|]

"The bombings were carried out by a group that intended to change things... They had the city under their control along with the military..." Luna began to explain, watching out the windows as the sirens slowly got louder as the police approached the scene.

"They killed people of course, but never randomly... It was always planned and they had alot of resources..." She leaned carefully against a nearby wall, her eyes straying to Nimh for a second just to watch his actions. Then they moved back to the windows to wait for the arrival of the police.

"Things were definitely changing... They even managed to make the government useless for awhile..."

[Warrior Poet]

Nimh barked a laugh. Since when was the government useful? She was a funny one, this woman. Oh, wait, she was serious. That kinda notched up a few points on his 'life is annoying' meter. Maybe she flip out like a ninja and rush the cops. He hoped so. He could just say she'd been holding him hostage.

Oooorrrrrr not. No, he didn't feel like dealing with the police at all today. "Fascinating, really. I'll be going now." He stood, grabbed a half of a turkey bacon club sandwitch from the plate in front of him and began walking towards the back door of the diner. "Have fun."

He considered the toothpick, wondering if the thing would hold together in his pocket. No, not worth his time. Speaking of his pocket.... "By the way, what tells you I shot the gun?" Ah, another way he could escape the police. Oh, crap. GSR. No, that would not.... Oooh, clever, clever Nimh.

The hedgehog's hand reached back behind him it what seemed to be a stretch, while in fact he was dipping the gunshot residue in his spacial pocket, then by withdrawing the hand, left himself clean of it. That was.... very, very useful. He then took a bite of the sandwitch, turning to walk towards the back door again, curious but not deadly so for the woman's answer.

[Shukko]|]

"You shooting the gun was recorded... I wouldn't be here besides to delay you... Heheh." Luna smiled, her tails flicking simply as she looked at the police cars arriving out on the street. The officers didn't know exactly where to go, but it was just perfect. She wondered if Nimh would get caught.

"The recording is on my ship..."

[Warrior Poet]

Oh hell no. Oh, she did not just pull that load of crap with Nimh. F*ck the cops, they all could and would burn. This b*tch, though....

Nimh took another bite of his sandwitch, then dropped it. "You just made a rather fatal mistake, woman. I don't think you realize exactly what calibur of f*ck-you-upitude you just walked into. You might be able to redeem yourself by destroying that recording."

Likely she was not messing around. Likely she'd actually give it to the police. Well, that'd be a bad day. He'd have to be a major criminal, and that would put quite a damper on his search for answers. Not at all productive. It wouldn't really cripple him, though, although he'd have to hit more gun shops, and they'd be harder and harder.

Perhaps he'd lift an entire black market. That'd be an adventure.

Nimh reached casually behind his back, withdrawing a paddleball from nowhere. He took a seat at one of the stools lining the counter and struck it up. -thok-thok-thok-thok-thok-thok-thok-thok-thok- He was rather good, and forced himself to look unconcerned.

[Shukko]|]

"Why would I? It'd be such of waste of analyzation data... Not like anyone but me needs it." Luna watched him mess around with the paddle-ball, he didn't really seem like a threat to her. She'd dealt with worse, much worse even within the past two years of having much less violent fights than usual she knew what she was doing.

"What are you concerned about in the first place? The police just get in the way, not like they can do anything..."

[Warrior Poet]

"I don't have magical here-then-gone powers, Dumbf*ck McGee. Yes, I start mowing down officers. Then I have to mow down more officers, then more. You want a waste of bullets? Merry f*ckin' Christmas, sweetheart." -thok-thok-thok-thok- "And furthermore, what in the name of all things unholy do you need to analyze me for?"

His eyes trailed past the obnoxious woman, noting the arrival of the police. They hadn't spotted the pair yet, but definitely noticed the brass. He began to feel edgy. Perhaps he should just get up and leave. And see his own face on the news the next morning? Maaaybe not.

"I suppose you want me to do something about them. Fine, fine, whatever." He stopped playing with his paddleball and tossed it over his shoulder with his left hand, where it disappeared. At the same time, he reached over his right shoulder and withdrew a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. The visit he'd made to the black market already was quite lucritive.

"Fire in the hole." His left hand came up to steady the weapon as his right finger hit the firing stud. The explosive round hurtled through the front glass window of the diner and haphazardly wound its way towards the patrol cars parked conveniently near to each other. The police that were just getting out of their cars heard the glass shatter and turned to see death coming for them. They all dove, none managed to escape as both vehicles went up in an impressive display of pryotechnics.

This being done, Nimh chucked the launcher behind him, where it also vanished. "Was that all, or is there something else you want me to do before you delete it?"