Kali // X5-501 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kalicatastrophe) wrote2012-11-16 09:36 pm
kalicatastrophe) wrote2012-11-16 09:36 pm
coffee. yes, coffee would have been better.
"This is very bad. This is more bad that I am comfortably okay with being in the vicinity of. Oh I just ended my sentence with a preposition." Somehow, staring at a enormous white bull puffing it's breath at her, that was the direction Kali's brain went, a mental apology to Winston Churchill or whomever had said that quote about prepositions. Eep.
She wasn't even wearing red!
Why was this bull even huffing and puffing at her like he was the big bad wolf and she was a house made from straw? Why would anyone make a house from straw, that was silly. Back to the bull. She tried to think nice thoughts at it -- vegetarianism, lady cows, milkshakes -- as she backed away, but the bull just stomped it's foot and huffed at her angrily.
Stomp.
Kali chose that moment to run.
Maybe the pretty white bull was the personification of Kali in animal form. She was pretty sure there wasn't an animal form of Kali because that wouldn't be as scary and she was clearly the goddess of making her victims wet themselves and run in abject terror, but as Kali was not the fastest sprinter without her souped up X5 cocktail firing on all pistons thanks to the Rift, she was pretty sure that she was about to re-enact a running of the bulls that ended with pain and death and possibly dismemberment for good measure. Minor abject terror, check.
"I'm sorry I like cheeseburgers!"
How was she the only person on the streets? Not that she would want someone else in her position, but if she died by being gored to death by a white bull she would like some kind of witness to the event. She passed an insurance office and cackled. Would that be irony? If she died in front of a life insurance office? Maybe. She still hadn't figured out the subtleties of irony.
She was going to die. Being gored by a possibly magical bull. Damnit, she was not going to die sweaty.
She stopped and turned quickly, yelping a bit as the bull thundered towards her -- oh wow, it was close -- and then... disappeared. Into dust. Sparkly, glittery dust that coasted her like she rolled around in a stripper's make up for fun. She blinked, confused, and sneezed.
Well.
That was different.
She really would have preferred waking up to coffee.
She wasn't even wearing red!
Why was this bull even huffing and puffing at her like he was the big bad wolf and she was a house made from straw? Why would anyone make a house from straw, that was silly. Back to the bull. She tried to think nice thoughts at it -- vegetarianism, lady cows, milkshakes -- as she backed away, but the bull just stomped it's foot and huffed at her angrily.
Stomp.
Kali chose that moment to run.
Maybe the pretty white bull was the personification of Kali in animal form. She was pretty sure there wasn't an animal form of Kali because that wouldn't be as scary and she was clearly the goddess of making her victims wet themselves and run in abject terror, but as Kali was not the fastest sprinter without her souped up X5 cocktail firing on all pistons thanks to the Rift, she was pretty sure that she was about to re-enact a running of the bulls that ended with pain and death and possibly dismemberment for good measure. Minor abject terror, check.
"I'm sorry I like cheeseburgers!"
How was she the only person on the streets? Not that she would want someone else in her position, but if she died by being gored to death by a white bull she would like some kind of witness to the event. She passed an insurance office and cackled. Would that be irony? If she died in front of a life insurance office? Maybe. She still hadn't figured out the subtleties of irony.
She was going to die. Being gored by a possibly magical bull. Damnit, she was not going to die sweaty.
She stopped and turned quickly, yelping a bit as the bull thundered towards her -- oh wow, it was close -- and then... disappeared. Into dust. Sparkly, glittery dust that coasted her like she rolled around in a stripper's make up for fun. She blinked, confused, and sneezed.
Well.
That was different.
She really would have preferred waking up to coffee.