Senet-Ra and Edfu: Catgirl goes Hunting

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At last, the day had finally come for the tour.  While that date hadn’t panned out as well as I hoped it would, it afforded me a bit more free time to brush up on my html code that I’d learned a bit of while managing a forum for roleplaying when I was in my early teen years.  Things were quite a bit different than back then, but the core idea was still the same.  Still, putting glittery graphics on everything wasn’t the same as hacking, but I had to try.

When I got to the tour, they had us go through the usual security and sign-in procedures as anyone in today’s society would.  After we got past that phase, the guides lead the group of about twenty people up to the office, where we got to see the laboratories that didn’t have classified projects going on, a few of the conference rooms, the marketing department, and the CEO’s office.  Along the way, a few people asked questions, and thankfully one did as we were exiting Innis’ office, or else I couldn’t have slipped back into there to do what was needed.

I found it somewhat odd that she wasn’t at the office, but it was more fortuitous for me.  The work computer entry, however, wasn’t as good of a situation.  I tried so many passwords that I thought would work, but ended up denied at every turn.  I was just about to give up, when I slammed my hand on the desk drawer.  It hurt, but it made a compartment I didn’t see on the printer stand pop out.

Curious, I pulled it out more to find a laptop in sleep mode.  It was unlocked, which is either arrogant or unusual for this day and age, and had a file pulled up for a spreadsheet of human trafficking numbers.  It was the evidence I was looking for!  I knew I had to work quickly now, for the tour guides had probably started looking for me.  I copied everything I could about the trafficking business–numbers, emails, addresses, dates, pricing, pictures, even a audio recording that looked suspicious–onto the flash drive I had brought with me.  Once I got what I could, and listened to that danger sense I’d acquired since obtaining the collar, and put the laptop back where and how I found it.  Then I hightailed it out of there and headed towards one of the bathrooms.  The lady guide found me not five minutes after I’d gone in.  I’d made an excuse about having something for dinner the night before not agreeing with my innards, and her objections to my disappearance dropped.  She lead me back to the group, where they talked about a reveal of their newest project to the public and invited us to attend.  Most were noncommittal, but a few of the group said they would come.

Once the tour let out, I did a few stops on my way home to make sure I wasn’t being followed, and was finally able to peruse the information on the flash drive at my leisure.  Thank goodness I had an old laptop that took flash drives and didn’t connect to the internet, because otherwise I think that one of the photos would have net tagged me and I would’ve been an easy target.  Even the disapproving hawk that now sat outside in the apartment garden trees couldn’t take down my relief.

I will spare the details of what happened next, but in retrospect I had time to burn until the public reveal, which I had decided would be the reveal of her side business as well, and wanted to put some pressure on her.  I ended up hitting a few of the “storefronts”–as she’d labeled them–freeing the women (and a few men, in one of the places) and tying up the operators in the fashion of their now freed product.  At the last one, I was able to have an interesting conversation with an FBI agent about my motives and gave him a copy of the flash drive I’d made (sans trace picture) before being accosted most of the way back home by the unapproving hawk.  Thankfully, he didn’t care for the SRA guys that were sure to show up once a report of a super was on the wire, but he did give me a choice and a number to call once I’d made that choice.

It was a week before the reveal when I called the number.  Special Agent Brenner answered the line, and we talked for a while.  He made me a deal–tell him who the suspect I had was and testify in court against them, and he would feed me information to other cases that were baffling his guys under the table, with the promise to help him out on said cases from time to time.  I tried to get him to have the SRA kept off my back, but he couldn’t do it.  I accepted, but reserved the right to refuse if my own load was too heavy.  We then coordinated to what would go down at the reveal, and that damn hawk then knocked the phone out of my hand.  It also tried to get into my apartment too that time, but I was too quick for it.  It ended up leering at me from the balcony and pooping on my downstairs neighbors’ plants.

Hawk or no hawk, it was almost time for midterms.  The final showdown too, but I had to study for my tests.  Taking down a crime ring lady would be easy compared to tests, I thought at the time.  I wouldn’t need to train for that.

Ah, how naïve I was.

Winter break is here!

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Hello everyone that follows this little blog!  Winter break is here for me, and I’m glad for it.  I passed my classes and now have some time and energy to work on my stories in the gap between semesters.  I bet by now you’ve noticed the Psycat and Senet-Ra posts that I’ve put up in the past few days.  This is because I’ve made it my gap project to post here (since I’ve already digitized my incomplete writings last week and needed another goal to achieve) and attempt to be a bit more frequent with Senet-Ra’s story.

Speaking of her and my other story parts that I post here, I do ascribe to the creative commons licensing project.  I believe that ya’ll won’t steal the works here, but this is just in case you didn’t know.

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Yep, that’s right.  My works are on this license.  For those of you who don’t know, if you do like my work and want to share it, that’s fine, but credit me.  You, however, cannot make derivative works or get paid off of my work.  This is your expressed in writing forewarning.  I have worked hard on these stories and characters and do not want to be plagiarized.

Off topic, I’m going to go see the new Star Wars movie today, so it will probably be tomorrow before I get a new Senet-Ra story section up.  Thanks for being patient with me on the bumpy road of writing in university.

Senet-Ra and Edfu: Catgirl Finds a Snake

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It was a good few weeks before I could find a lead on what Delilah had said.  With classes in full swing and my job wanting my attention otherwise, it was a wonder that I made it down in the area to investigate that Friday morning.  I was wandering downtown, trying to find the building, when I spotted that Carlos guy come out of a donut shop.  It was the same one alright, he had the same scar on his cheek and glare to him.

I followed him from the shop, staying not too close on the crowded sidewalk, to a small park near the old Bank of America building.  There, he met a woman and gave her a coffee.  I hid behind a tree as to not be seen and strained to hear the conversation.

“You sure you want to meet out in the open like this boss?” Carlos asked, looking nervous as they sat down on the park bench.

“As far as anyone knows, I’m here meeting a friend for coffee,” She said and took a sip off her cup.  “The local gangs are too afraid of my influence and the cops don’t know where to start looking, so I can relax for now.”

“But that one vigilante–”

“Oh?  Like one woman dressed up like a hussy can stop me?  You’ve got better things to do with my time than spout that ridiculous story about a catgirl with a gold staff.”

Carlos sighed.  “Fine, but I’m warning you, Ms Innis, trouble could be coming our way if we ignore it…”

After a minute she shook her head.  “I’ll beef up security then.  Now, how is the product flow doing in Oakland?”

“Quite well, we’ve got some Vietnamese stock headed up to Portland, since our guys up there have demanded a few fresh ones, but most of them are staying in the Bay Area.  Profits are through the roof, and an ambassador from the local Japanese family wishes to meet with you to discuss business arrangements.”

“Good, but tell them my schedule is blocked next week for a business trip to Rio, so we’ll have to allot time after that.  Entech has been really busy since we have licensed the new nanotech to Dowline.”  She looked at her watch.  “I do believe I need to get back to the office, I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes.  Care to escort me?”

“With pleasure.”

The two walked side by side off towards the Triple Five, and I was barely able to snap a picture of them with my phone before they crossed the street.  I did get a good shot though, as Innis had turned her head towards my direction when I was taking the shot.  I hope she thought I was a tourist taking a picture of the Triple Five, because she didn’t pause after that.

Walking back through the park, I was inputting what I’d overheard into my phone when I noticed a hawk.  Normally I wouldn’t mention something like this, but it seemed to like me, as it followed me through the park and towards my area of town.  I ignored it most of the time, but what was odd was that it seemed to give me an unimpressed look.

After class let out that day, I went to the library and thankfully found a computer to use to do my research on what had been said.  With a good bit of Google-fu, I found Entech’s website and cross-referenced the picture I took to their about page and found that Ms. Innis was in fact Claire Innis, the current CEO of Entech and one of the highest ranking women in the city’s tech industry.  To think someone so powerful would stoop so low as to traffic women for the sex trade was unconscionable.  I had to get evidence to her crime–and soon–before any more innocents were hurt.

That’s when I spotted a public tour of the office and lab was being held in two weeks.  It was a perfect opportunity to sneak in and find incriminating files to her side business.  I marked down the date and RSVP number before heading out, that hawk giving me the stink eye from a copse of trees across from the library.  I didn’t care at that moment, because I had both a date and a mission to prepare for.

Psycat’s Patrol notes #1

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Today was an interesting day.  I had a few customers at work that were more out there than most, and we had a Rabbit-guy come in for a carryout pizza.  While patrol was mostly quiet, I did have a few break-ins to deal with and one–make that two robberies of storefronts.  That last one had a telekinetic on it.  Called herself Willbender, of all things.  I’m sorry if I’m not as wordy as I am normally, I’m still working off that bonk to the side of the head by a iPad she slung at me.

Anyways, when I got to the store, she was dressed like a Final Fantasy character and was just floating merchandise out of the front door and into an awaiting car like it was nothing.  Of course I had to stop her, it wasn’t like this was a megastore or that Bast would let me slide if I didn’t.  I did tell her to desist, and when she opened up her mouth, she sounded like a bratty teenager that I detested in high school.  She also had a major chuunbiyo complex–that is similar to an overinflated ego, for those who don’t know Japanese culture or anime–and tried to get me to join her.  I looked at her like the nutcase she was and that’s when the extraneous objects started flying.

I think she was surprised that I was able to send most of them back at her, save that lighting pole that I had to dodge and landed somewhere on the eastbound lanes of Westheimer.  She was enraged by a psyche bolt hitting home and started tossing her stolen loot and a car at me.  A freaking car!  I was too busy dodging that to block some of the little stuff, and when I cracked a ex-boyfriend leaving her joke, that’s when the iPad hit.  You know, those things hit like a truck when propelled by pissed-off teenage telekinetic psychopath’s powers.  I fell off the Psydisk because of it, and she started gloating because I landed on my face.

She crossed the line though when she started insulting my weight as I was smarting from the fall.  I got up really quickly once she got to a fashion sense comment and called the disk down to get back up.  I’m pretty sure I had anger blazing in my eyes, because she took it as being wounded and kept on going, along with tossing a phone or two at me.  By the time she got to the no boyfriend comments, I had had enough and had a Psyche Blast the size of a volleyball floating above my hand.  It struck true and knocked her out, and a good portion of the parking lot she was standing on.  I don’t remember much after that besides activating the auto altitude button for the Psydisk on my cuffs and passing out for about three hours.

What woke me up was Marcus yelling in my ear that the SRA guys were coming and that was enough to get my butt up and have the disk hobble me over to Memorial City mall.  Here I sit, for the moment anyways.  You know, while I’ve had flawless victories and some scary near death experiences, that was the first super that I’d encountered that had insulted me enough to get a blast out of me through words alone.  I guess I don’t have as thick a skin as I thought I did to the insults through the years of doing hero work.

On a different note, I love that Memorial City Mall’s Wi-Fi reaches this high up.  It means I don’t have to use my data while I type this!  Oh yeah, I discovered the WordPress app and installed it on my phone, so I can post on my downtimes between patrol calls.  I guess it makes up a bit for our community being a bit silent recently, and my general laziness of my off days.

What the…?  What’s that guy doing, peeking into cars?  Looks like another patrol moment.  Anyways, before I head off to keep an eye on him,  I hope ya’ll have a good one, and lurkers, feel free to comment.

Happy Holidays!

Reflections on 9/11 from a psychic’s perspective

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Well, it’s that day of remembrance again.  I can still see the towers falling in my mind’s eye as my English class watched in horror.  This was well before I had received my psychic powers from Bast, and I was just a normal bookworm then.  We all thought it was going to be instrumented by some supervillain, but the true terror of it all, looking back was that it showed what real evil acts can be accomplished by those without powers.  It also, in the case of flight 93 and the first responders, showed what heroism can be found within the hearts of humanity.

It is to them that I don’t forget that time, and encourage the people who read our heroic stories to help out their community.  You don’t need to don the proverbial cape like we do, but at least volunteer somewhere once in a while.  I always like to give props to the volunteers that I have deliveries to when I get those at my day  job.  Usually this consists of the warm fuzzies recently, but I have been known to give free pizza coupons too.  What?  I’m not all cynicism and migraines on the job.

I’m sure I’ll be feeling this more tonight, but a decent portion of the city on this rainy day has been pinging somber since this morning.  I even spotted one of the city’s villains placing a vase of lilies at the memorial down at the University of Houston after the official ceremony had concluded.  Turns out that he had a uncle and a few friends die in the twin towers’ collapse.  Guess that is why he decided a temporary truce was a better idea than to straight out throw fireballs at me.  It is a relief that talking about an event that tragic can bring a level of humanity back to the almost dichotomy that we normally experience in our hero work.  As for what I was doing patrolling over there, I was meeting with the Seabrook area hero about the recent cross towns and it was about the halfway mark.  Also thought that some voice offerings were in order for the ancestors.  Bast knows I haven’t done much but clean my home shrine recently.

Anyways, don’t forget where we’ve been as we keep moving forward, lest the bickering never cease.  Now, back to your regularly scheduled overwhelming feels train and some comedy to keep my sanity thrown about the place.

Senet-Ra and Edfu: Catgirl’s Cunning

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It was quite a while before I spotted that frizzy blonde named Delilah again.  My classes had had their first test and I had set aside my anger of the situation for that time, until one Saturday I had spotted her on my way to get groceries at the local market.  She was headed into a massage parlor, the type that offered really cheap massages but also kept blackout curtains mostly shut–supposedly to keep the privacy of their clients.  I wasn’t sure it was her until I turned around, peeked through the window, and saw her face as she was talking to a guy in what looked to be a reception area.

It was one of the men from the rape.  How he managed to escape the campus police I don’t know, but I remembered my indignation from the incident all over again and the promise I made Stephanie.  After they went into a back room where I couldn’t see what was going on, I debated going in there as-is, but decided against it.  These people would have guns, most likely, and I needed to hide my identity from them, lest they found out where I live–or worse, my family.

No, I would need to go in there looking like a catgirl Egyptian cheerleader with a jewelry complex.  I jogged off to change somewhere inconspicuous and found an alleyway a few streets over with a smattering of dumpsters where I could stash my grocery bags and not draw too much attention to the transformation.  Once I was in my magical identity once more, I returned to the parlor to see that the curtains had been closed fully and the door to the storefront was being locked by who could’ve been the receptionist.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” She said when she spotted me through the sheer curtains on the door.

“The sign out here says otherwise,” I said and nodded to the operating hours plate.

“We don’t do walk-ins either.”

“Well, I just want to get a brochure of your services.”  My tail was swishing in anxiety by this time, though still mostly out of sight of her.  “I’ll make an appointment once I’ve taken a look through it.”

She grumbled and got a brochure, unlocking the door to give it to me.  “Here, our services are on the middle flap.”

“Thank you,” I smiled as I quickly grabbed the brochure, blocked the door from closing with my foot and knocked her out-of-the-way of the door with my staff.  I sauntered in and gave her a look.  “I’m sorry, but I got a beef with someone here and it’d be in your best interest to stay down.”

“Who are you?” she moaned.  “They didn’t tell me anything about being monitored…just that I needed to close the shop early so they wouldn’t be interrupted.”

“Just a person who cares about the city.  Now, where’s Delilah?” I asked and burned the brochure in the triple wick candle on the desk.

“Who?”

“The frizzy blond lady that was in here earlier.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Fine, I’ll look for myself.” I knocked her out with the staff and started to look throughout the place.  It was structured like your typical Chinese massage parlor, but for the size of the place, there were too few rooms and not enough aromatherapy to mask the scent of something else that was coming from here.

I could smell it, from the stale sweat to the emissions that was produced by it, the scent of sex is one you don’t forget easily.  It was coming from most of the rooms, but the strongest scent lead me to a locked room with the Private panel screwed upon it.  I would’ve busted through it and asked questions later, but my more rational side kicked in and I put my ear to the door.  The sound of many people breathing–many more than code probably would’ve allowed for the parlor–and soft instrumental music was eclipsed by the sudden cry of what was likely an orgasming man and the tears of a woman.

It was then, after the cry subsided that I heard talking from the other side of the room.  It was muffled through the door, but I could make out Delilah’s voice and the thug’s, saying something about a trade.  I also heard something about Innis’ approval and moving the girls discreetly before I went to grab the key ring that the receptionist had dropped.  I tried several on the door before hearing a satisfying click as the lock gave way to my touch.

After placing the ring out of sight, I opened the door ever so slightly as to not make it squeak.  The back room here was like a communal sex room and dungeon mixed with an office off to one side, with several women and a few girls huddling together chained on the other.  I could hear the conversation a lot better now and kept to the wall as I slipped into the room.  There were a few thugs, Delilah, and a guy in a fedora with a pheasant feather sticking out of the band.

“I trust you’ll be overseeing this move, Carlos?” Delilah said.  “You know how Innis gets when mistakes are made.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Carlos said with a dismissive gesture. “My boys’ll be over here to pick up the product we discussed tomorrow.”

“Good, we gotta move the fresh ones before they figure out where they are.”

“You’ve been doing well with recruitment, there’s even a few I’d like to enjoy myself before we put them up for work, eh fellas?”  The thugs all gave a chuckle.

“Then by all means do,” Delilah said “it shouldn’t be said that I don’t allow my fellow business partners to enjoy a good time once in a while.”

“Oh my god, please help me!” One of the women screamed with a British accent.  I turned to look and she’d pulled off a gag and was looking straight at me.  So were the thugs in the office space.

“Shit,” I said.

“Who the hell are you?!” Carlos said, rising from his chair.

“Wha–YOU!” Delilah and one of the thugs called out in quick succession.

“Don’t just stand there, get her!” Carlos said to the thugs that were a bit dumbfounded.  They started pulling out their pistols and a few were moving around the desk to intercept me.

I pulled the staff from its resting position behind my back. “Roar, Sekhmet-Mut!” I called and shook the sistrum head quickly, which produced an ear shattering sound and knocked out a couple of thugs that couldn’t put their hands up in time.  The rest started shooting at me, and while a few shots bounced off the invisible shield, I wasn’t about to become over-reliant on it.  I was doing gymnastics like a madwoman trying to dodge all the attention on me.

One of the guys tried to tackle me as one of his buddies emptied his clip at me, but got a body blow from my staff and a couple of bullets in his butt as I leapt out-of-the-way.  The buddy’s gun jammed, and I used that opportunity to brainpan him into dreamland.  I looked to see the thug that escaped trying to squirrel out the back door, but he got kicked into the door handle by Delilah, who seethed rage by this point.  Carlos had been shooting at me as well, and one of his bullets grazed my arm.  I screamed in pain before concentrating a sunburst at him and his gun, burning his arm in the process and dropping the gun.

At that, all the color drained from his face and he proceeded to flee out the now slightly open back door without his men or his gun.  That didn’t stop Delilah from tackling me to the ground.

“Who the fuck are you?!” She seethed.

“Call me Senet-Ra.”

“You’re the bitch who interrupted my intake a few weeks ago and made Innis scold me!”

“You should’ve thought of that before going into the sex slave trade!” I retorted.  “Don’t you feel shame as a woman that you’re selling other women and little girls to be used as fuck dolls to men?!” I finally got in a position to shove her off of me.

“Profit wore away that shame years ago,” she said as she tried to grapple me again, but failed.  “Now I make more money than the average bum in this town could ever dream of!”

“What a sorry soul, selling humanity for what you cannot keep,” I said and shook my head.  She got off a final lunge before I clotheslined her to the wall.  “Now, who the fuck is Innis and where can I find them?”

She saw that she was beat and started to sing.  “Fine, Innis is the woman who runs the city’s trade ring and knows every operator from here to Cabo.  As for how to find her, last time I met her it was at a high-rise in downtown at one of the corporations she runs.”

“Which one?” I squeezed the staff a little tighter.

“I don’t remember the name, but it had a good view of the wharf and the bridge, from as high up as we were.”

I put her in a sleeper hold after that.  Once she’d drifted off, I went and searched her body for the keys to the women’s cuffs, found a few hurt and the guy asleep on the bed near death.  Most of them didn’t speak English, but those who did were able to either translate for those who couldn’t or call the police once I unlocked them.

I stayed with them, gathering the clean sheets to act as coverings until I heard the cops’ sirens.  I knew then it was time to leave and bounded out the back door.  Once I got back to my grocery bags after making sure I wasn’t followed, I wasn’t in the shopping mood again, but thinking over what Delilah said.  I would have to find this building soon, and take this ring down.

But first, mundane life and a pint of mint chocolate chip.  Definitely mint chocolate chip.

Much has Happened…

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Well, the last time I worked on this blog was well over a year ago, and whomever does follow me deserves a status update.  I did make it to Tokyo for study abroad and it was a lot more intensive than I originally thought it would be.  I made some friends on FF14 and one of them became my boyfriend, then school hit again.  I was hit with a depressive episode about midterm and was so stressed with schoolwork that I barely passed.  Spring fared a little better after getting to see my boyfriend in January.  At the end of the semester, I landed a contract job for my local anime licensing firm helping to check the subtitles and other features of their DVDs, then boyfriend visited last month and the expansion for FF14 hit.

Going forward, I’m getting into a theater style LARP, as the Changeling: the Lost bug has bit me again.  I do want to write more on my stories here, but the updates will be irregular at best.  I have a mental outline for the next post of Senet-Ra’s story, I just need to type it out.  Hopefully I can get it done this week or next, but I do have to focus on making the costume for the Riddleseeker I’ll be playing.

I do hope that those of you that follow me continue to be patient for content.

Spring break is here!

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I know I’ve not written here in such a long time…you can blame school for that. Even though it’s spring break for my school, I still have homework for class due on Monday. *sigh* So much for a real break. On the upside, I’ve gotten all my paperwork for studying abroad in Japan over the summer finished and will be having some relief on that front until the results for my applications come in.

I’ve also become embroiled in a really good mmo, Final Fantasy 14: a realm reborn. I’m on the Brynhildr server as Siwari Perbasti, send me a tell saying you’re a follower of the blog before you add me to your friendslist, please. I don’t want to have a whole bunch of people I don’t know friend me without know who they are first.

As for blog story stuff, since I’m about to get into a huge research paper project that’s my final for Ren Drama, I don’t expect to be writing much upon it, save the occasional mini-stories that Psycat’s posts are. I’ve also had another idea hit me that’s looking more novel length and a lot darker than these guys are. So many ideas, so little time and attention span for them all! Just please be patient with me and my academic calendar. Who knows, ya’ll might get a treat from Japan. 🙂

What a Weird Day…

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Hello new community, my name is Psycat. I’m the co-admin of this page (the other’s a friend of mine, who emailed you all with the invitation to join here), and I’m glad ya’ll decided to accept. It’s a long-held project of mine to have all of us together, with the ability to chat real-time and not be über flooded with both death threats and fan comments that would occur on Facebook or the like.

First, let’s set a few ground rules. I’ve already set up categories for us to post our personal journal entries in, please use them so we can keep the page organized. If we’ve got something we want to share with the rest of the community, be it a funny cat picture, an alert for criminals on the move to other cities, or just a chat log, mark it in the mashup category. While comments are enabled for our public to poke at our entries, you do not have to answer them if you don’t want to. I did set up an email address if they want to send us questions (though I don’t think we’ll get much, as most of us are not national supers, though I know I’ve gotten on the national news a couple of times–once with Lapis and once on my own in a blurb), but again, you do not have to answer them if they make you uncomfy.

Also, you don’t have to post your origin story if you don’t want to, but it’s nice to know where you’ve come from. Just leave out your last names (or any name other than your call name if you want) so that anyone with ill intentions (or really has a hard-on for ya) won’t be able to find you. Don’t worry about this being a WordPress account thing, the other admin’s got that covered. Also, we’re all adults here, so no flame wars with each other or the fans. In all, use common sense.

With that bit of business out of the way, let me tell ya’ll about my day. I was working opening shift at my normal job (if delivering pizzas is considered normal), when the co-admin gave me a call. Said he had a robbery in progress on the scanner that was on my way back to the store. Now, I have a rule about doing hero work while on runs which I seldom violate: No costume, no disk, no go. I’m not the type to keep my paycheck waiting or fluttering in the wind when it comes to hero work, so if it can’t be solved with a migraine from the street, then I’m out. I’ve still got massive bills to pay from the last time I tried to go to college, so losing a job in this market’s gonna put me on the streets.

What made me go against it was the report of a super soloing it. There was no way that Mom would let me out of this one if I didn’t take it. I ended up showing up there and having to fight in my work uniform (which is embarrassing) and without the Psydisk. This is big because I’ve hidden behind it several times while I’ve peppered with everything from gunfire to a grenade of the rocket-propelled variety. To say that I can’t take a punch well normally is a little bit of an understatement. Anyways, I get there and find out it’s a tentacle-bearing super from north side’s beat. Sigh, why do I get all the cross-town villians? The only thing redeeming about the fight is that I was cracking tentacle porn and sushi jokes the entire fight to steady my nerves. This apparently threw him (I think it was a him) off enough that a psyche bolt hit him into the counter’s corner as he flailed about my latest crack about compensation and knocked his butt out. Naturally the SRA guys got there along with the police, but I was back in the car by then. Also, who in the hell orders calamari on their pizza? I had a call-in order wanting that and yelled at me in some language I didn’t understand before hanging up.

The most weird thing that happened that day was, however, a transvestite flasher I had to turn into HPD. There that sicko was, just walking about in a frilly pink dress in Hershey Park when whenever he saw a pretty woman, he’d wriggle the skirt up and wiggle his dong at her for all to see, then start to dash off. I caught him before he could do it to a mom and her kid walking back to their car, but the things he said as the tow cable dangled him below the psydisk just weirded me out. There was something about “Jesus wants me share my dick with the world” and “aliens can see my manhood from space”. Once I dropped him off with the report, he got a very big migraine. Weird f’ing pervert. It makes me wonder where in the hell these guys get this stuff from.

In other news, have ya’ll seen that the SRA objection case has made it to the 12th circuit of appeals? I wonder if it’ll stop there with a favorable ruling, or if it’ll have to be vaulted to the SCotUS. Honestly, it just needs a major revision in my opinion with a lot better security to it. I doubt it will though, with the current congress focused on taking away women’s right to decide their own medical stuff. *grumbles about job inequality*

So, have ya’ll had any weird stuff happen on your patrols this week? Post on the mashup category if you’re gonna reply. I know Senet IMed me about being in the thick of class again and wanting to post her origin story to completion before she participated in the mashup, so don’t expect anything from her in that arena yet. Rai’s been avoiding my IMs, and I don’t think Binara will know how to use IMs without whatever human she’s been in contact with’s help. Ah well, I guess we’ll hear from them eventually.

See ya!

Psycat

Senet-Ra and Edfu: Catgirl Made Magical

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(Trigger Warning: Contains some profanity and rape.  It is meant to raise awareness of the victim-shaming our culture does to rape victims, not glorify it.)

When I woke up from what had happened, it was early morning, and I was sore from being passed out on the couch for so long.  The group of whatever they called themselves…netjeri, was it?…were nowhere to be found in my apartment, and I still was a little sore from that headbump.  I thought I’d dreamed the whole thing, save the Collar was still around my neck.

I had a few hours until I had to be at class, so instead of going back to sleep in my actual bed, I got my notes together and placed in my bag, made up some breakfast and checked my schedule for my workstudy job.  I would’ve gone down and exercised at my apartment’s gym, but upon finding out that I had an afternoon shift at the library, I thought it best to use the campus gym.

It was a fairly normal day, classes went smoothly and my head didn’t hurt any more after taking some Tylenol to rid myself of the bump’s vestiges.  My shift went well enough, though there was this one strange girl staring at me while I was doing cardio.  She was seemed like she was about to come over and talk to me once I started on weights, but a frizzy blond woman with a slight tan stopped that by starting up a conversation with her.  I dismissed her out of my thoughts as a friend of hers and kept on with my weight training.

It was dark by the time I started home.  With how warm it was still on that September evening, I was decidedly lazy and wore my gym outfit, a pair of purple runner’s shorts and black sports top, out onto campus.  Though I’d taken the Collar off while I was in the gym, I’d placed it back on after I picked up my bags, more or less absent-mindedly.  I wasn’t far from the Alumni house when I spotted that strange girl and the frizzy blond woman go around a corner together.  The strange girl looked to see me and gave me a look of…fear, I think, looking back on it, as they disappeared around the corner.

Something didn’t feel right.  All that was around that corner was a blind cove that lead to a dumpster for one of the math buildings.  The administration had been dragging their heels at the time about installing a security camera there, and most didn’t see the reason behind it until this incident was over.  I would’ve normally just kept up on my way home, as I was wanting some dinner and a shower, but this feeling bugged me so much that I had to take action on it.

I got up to the corner, and as I peeked around, I saw that the light that had been put near the dumpster was out.  The only source of light was from the waxing moon, peeking from behind the clouds off and on to reveal the terrible scene.  Four men, each between their early and mid twenties, surrounded the girl in the middle.  The frizzy blond-headed woman stood a little father back from the group, acting as both a lookout and a humiliation shout squad.

“Is she good boys?” the frizzy woman said.  “If she is, Innis will award us handsomely.”

I caught a glimpse of one of the guys’ faces, wrought with powerlust as he replied.  “Yeah, Innis will love this one.  She’s so tight, it’s like she’s saved herself for marriage!”

Just then, I noticed as the moon came out again that all the men had their pants around their ankles, and one of them was restraining the girl.  It looked like something out of the nightmares of any woman.  They had her in a position that was telling and left her powerless.  She couldn’t even scream because one of the guys filled her mouth with himself.

The tears and rage filled me to the brim.  I couldn’t stand there and do nothing any more and expect to live my life without a care.  I had to DO something, anything!  There was no way I was about to let a gang rape of an innocent woman happen right in front of me!

I was saying the words to the song under my breath before I knew it.  I felt as if a power, first affirmed the night before, spread through me and enveloped my every fiber.  It overflowed from me and ignited the night.  I felt my being change, becoming something not quite human, and yet humanoid still.  When the light died down, I was holding a brass-colored staff with a cat motifed ankh head that looked like it doubled as a sistrum.  My stomach felt a little cooler and my calves a little warmer. My ears didn’t feel like they were in their normal place and I felt as if I’d added an appendage to my backside.  I could’ve wondered at my appearance more, but my anger came back to the fore.  What came along with it, unexpectedly, were compulsions and words as well.

I stepped around the corner, the staff making a sound like a tambourine.  “Hey,” I said, my voice more confident than it’d been in years. “rape is NOT the answer!”

One of the men cursed and pulled a gun from his bag as he pulled himself from her mouth.  “Who said I should listen to you, bitch?  I fuck whomever I damn well please!”

“This isn’t about sexuality, it’s about power.  You dude, are one of the lowest levels of criminal there’s ever to be.  The only screwing you’ll do is bending over for the other guys in prison when I’m through with you all!”

He took two shots at me with his 9 millimeter, both would have hit me, but both didn’t.  A force, invisible until then, shimmered like a pond that had a drop placed into it as it reflected the two bullets into the surrounding brick facing.  Finding that I was, in fact, not shot, I charged the group of men, deftly maneuvering around their frizzy-headed lookout who seemed too startled to do much of anything.

“Tear, Pakhet!” I said the words that surfaced in my mind as I approached the first man.  My hands morphed into a pair of midnight black paw-hands with some razor-sharp claws at the end of each finger.  I grabbed the man by the back of his neck, pulling him out of the girl and throwing him to the ground a few feet away, his member just starting to twitch.  I swiped at the guy with the gun next, missing with my claws as he backed up into the brick facing.  His unloading the clip into whatever was protecting me didn’t faze my forward movement as I took a firm grip on my staff and smacked him in the balls.  He doubled over in pain as I turned to the other men that were now pulling out of her, but still restrained her as they came at me.

It ‘s a damn good thing I remembered some of the judo class I’d taken as a kid, because the first guy out would’ve grounded me if I didn’t use his force against him and grounded him with a good new piercing to the shoulder instead.  The second guy was a lot more squirrely and got around behind me.  Before I could react, I was down on the ground with my staff knocked away from my hands.

“What’cha gonna do now, little kitty cat?” He said mockingly.  “No staff to reach me and you’re claws aren’t that long!  I’m gonna have some fun with you before we send you to the boss.  He likes the feisty exotic ones.”

Just as he was starting to lean on my feet, I felt some powerful words bubble up into my mind.  I made the circular gesture with a few finger flicks that came with the words.  “Ra…aha!”  I pushed the beam of golden light at his chest, point-blank and sent him flying off of both me and the girl.  I got up off the dirty cement, pulled the girl up and extended my hand for my staff, which came flying to my grasp.  “We are no one’s playthings!  It doesn’t matter what we wear or how we look, if we’ve been in an altered mind-state from any sort of substance, no means no means NO!  You are responsible for your own actions!”  I looked fiercely at the four men, all now strewn across the cove, with their frizzy headed lookout now nowhere in sight.

I walked up to the first guy I’d clawed, who was now getting back up.  I clocked him with the staff and placed my foot on his chest.  “Stay down!  I want to know who this Innis is that you were talking to your lookout about.”

“Go to hell!”  I stomped his chest at that remark.  “I swear I won’t tell you, you’ll have to find her first!”

I thought about giving him another stomp, but seeing as the other guys were starting to get up and I still had the girl to take care of, I decided against it.  “Hotep, Pakhet,” I said and my paw-hands went back to being hands.  The girl had gotten her pants back up by this time and looked so scared that I just grabbed her hand, weaving the both of us through the scene and towards the campus police station.

Thank the gods that the campus police station is open 24 hours, or else we would have had to walk a long ways to the nearest sheriff’s office, over three miles away.  The girl, whom I found out was named Stephanie, was so scared that she didn’t want me to leave her side at first.  I don’t blame her, the trauma of being raped and then the report to the campus police would be cause for anyone to cling to a caring person.  It was as we were waiting for the women’s crisis representative that I saw what Ms. Feline had meant.  I’d been turned into an Egyptian catgirl, and the collar had a hangtag of anthropomorphic Bast-Mut, not just Bast.

The costume was a lot more revealing than I’d normally wear, but it was within my tolerable limits.  The cops had me fill out a supers’ police report, but I didn’t put any of my real contact information on the form.  I just finished filling it out when both the crisis rep and my monocre popped in.  I told the crisis rep how I’d found her, and spotted the guy I’d balled going by the doorway leading to the other offices, still looking a bit in pain as the officers lead him to who knows where.

Once the crisis rep was done with me, she approached Stephanie, and I turned to leave.

“Aren’t you going to stay?” Stephanie asked.  I shook my head.  “What do I call you then, so if I see you out there I can thank you?”

“My name’s Senet-Ra,” I said.  “I know it’s hard right now, but the transition from victim to survivor will happen.  I’ll make sure to find that frizzy haired woman and find out why you were targeted.”

“Her name’s Delilah,” Stephanie said.  “That’s what I remember she called herself in the gym before escorting me out there.”

I nodded and took my leave.