- Aug 9, 2016
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Matilda woke up to more stabbing pain. One of the little bastards was gnawing on her foot. A quick zap later and he was a smoldering pile of ash in the back of her van. She toed the mess off a ledge in the other dimension and made a face. What a wake up call. She went through her morning routine in a haze, not yet caffeinated enough to really try too hard: brushing her teeth, braiding her hair into a ponytail, giving herself a quick wash with some of those lavender scented wet wipes. She was saving her tri-weekly shower for after what she had to do today.
What she had to do was not going to be fun.
Stepping out of the back of the van, she briefly considered calling Diana before she headed out. Surely the other unlucky lass had seen the big fuck off monster skulking around the city. She needed to kill it before it got the drop on her. Because they somehow always managed to get the drop on her if she didn't take the initiative.
She was dressed about as opposite of a hero as you could expect: sweat pants and construction boots, a t-shirt and a jacket zipped up against the cold. Her wallet and phone had been left in her locked van, the ladder having a recently sent text to Diana about the monster and where Matilda was going to fight it. Her keys were hidden in a compartment behind the driver side tire that she had hollowed out years ago.
She meandered her way towards the monster's location, sipping on the coffee and munching the croissant she had bought on her way. She just needed a little pick me up for the moment, but she'd eat properly after she had killed the damnable thing. There was a resignation in her whole posture, exactly like someone who hated their job but was just doing it because what else was there for her?
What she had to do was not going to be fun.
Stepping out of the back of the van, she briefly considered calling Diana before she headed out. Surely the other unlucky lass had seen the big fuck off monster skulking around the city. She needed to kill it before it got the drop on her. Because they somehow always managed to get the drop on her if she didn't take the initiative.
She was dressed about as opposite of a hero as you could expect: sweat pants and construction boots, a t-shirt and a jacket zipped up against the cold. Her wallet and phone had been left in her locked van, the ladder having a recently sent text to Diana about the monster and where Matilda was going to fight it. Her keys were hidden in a compartment behind the driver side tire that she had hollowed out years ago.
She meandered her way towards the monster's location, sipping on the coffee and munching the croissant she had bought on her way. She just needed a little pick me up for the moment, but she'd eat properly after she had killed the damnable thing. There was a resignation in her whole posture, exactly like someone who hated their job but was just doing it because what else was there for her?