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As I walked outside of MPF headquarters, I made sure to take my super secret special extra route home. As Princess Melinda from Melinda the Third would say, “If you keep a secret, it better be for the best reasons!”
The one I had in mind evaded a lot of the security cameras positioned throughout the street, especially in the commercial district which stood between the stuffy government buildings and the cozy, shitty apartments.
Whatever! My clothes were more attention catching than my face, so anything the public cameras caught would likely be glossed over any~ways. Besides, everyone knew these days they just force machines to comb through footage. They didn’t catch shit unless you whipped a weapon or a spell out in public. No one cared about you.
I pulled my collar up as I darted around a store into an alleyway. Still, those private cameras were so creepy—I knew they liked to sell their footage to private companies to profile customers. Since filming without consent’s already legal for public monitoring, anyone could do whatever they wanted! Ah, they wrote the law so tricky like that. You could probably find several loopholes for legal murder if you tried hard enough.
Not like I’ve thought about it. I’m too cute to get in trouble~.
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A few more turns and twists through the darkness, and I finally encountered something interesting. A cold blade pressed to my neck and shaky hands grabbed my wrists. The blade gleamed, only somewhat opaque, the obvious work of weapon magic—weapons stored in and brought out from the soul. Stupid, really, like…buy a gun? They’re cheap? And so ineffective either way?
“Please—I got kids,” The man muttered as he searched my pockets. “You gotta understand…”
I felt his hand brush against my wallet, but before he could continue with his adorably pitiful excuses, I felt my own soul stir with a rage which totally didn’t come from me. Behind him, my lion spirit, Burns, appeared in a blaze and raised her paw. Burns swatted the creep away, and he curled in on himself while he wheezed in pain. The smoke probs wasn’t helping either!
My little baby’s flames burned, but only for her enemies. Didn’t she act like the epitome of adorableness?
I skipped over and gave her a few nuzzles before I took my wallet out and threw a twenty dollar bill on his cowering body. He was soooo lucky I still carried cash with me! Besides, if I didn’t throw a pity bone, he’d just send his stupid friends out after me, and I’d have to take another way home. So boring-lame-uncute.
From there, I took a turn back onto the residential streets, then wasted time tracking down my apartment building among the sea of many others. Mine was painted a bright, cute yellow with a sun plastered on the lobby door! I always made the best choices.
Of course my spirit went back to rest in my soul before another camera laid its eyes on me. I always planned right, reacted right, chose right—only the smartest survived a life as adorably chaotic as mine.