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[X] "Am I in your spot? I'm sorry, I'm just a bit confused as to where I am right now."
Fragile as your predicament seems to be, however, you unfortunately find yourself at a loss for how to resolve it. This girl has you pinned, you might say. A tired chuckle escapes you, and the girl seems to tense up, her weight bearing down on you with sufficient increase to provoke renewed pain. You offer a strained smile, and fumble with your words, your resurgent headache giving you pause.
"Am I in your spot?"
It's a lame start, but in your addled state you find it hard to come up with anything better. Either way, the girl looks surprised to hear you speak.
"Don't patronize me."
A sudden sharp pain alerts you to the fact that she's dug her knee into your stomach. While the biting stab to your gut isn't particularly enjoyable, the upshot is that you've finally gotten her to speak - she has a nice voice - and some of that suspicious hostility seems to have left her. She looks irritated, which isn't really ideal, but it's better than that predatory demeanor she's taken with you so far.
Just as you think to say something else, you hear a faint ringing echo from somewhere in the distance; the girl appears to notice it as well, her ears perking up as she moves into a sitting position, giving you welcome relief from the pressure she had been exerting on you. Pleased merely to be in a little less pain, you just lie still and watch her as she listens to the chiming for a short while longer, then turns her attention back to you with a frown. You can almost see the gears turning in her head as she contemplates you. Eventually she seems to reach a satisfying conclusion, and hops off of you, landing in a crouch. You take this as an opportunity to sit up, but before you can even lift yourself up off the ground, the girl performs another hop, this time right over your prone body.
Landing on her feet this time, the girl begins to walk away, heading off towards the source of the now silent chime. As you muse to yourself about just how strange this whole experience is, the girl stops and looks back at you, tossing an annoyed glare at you.
"Hey. Come on."
You stare at the girl with moderate disbelief. It's not as though you really have anywhere else to go, but does she honestly expect you to follow her just like tha--
An awful feeling seizes your chest, as though your heart were being squeezed by tightly wrapped chains. The world spins, and suddenly you're lurching over to that little cat-girl like a marionette on strings; more alarming still is the fact that in the process of your body dragging itself toward her, you catch sight of your feet, and the disturbing manner in which they fail to touch the ground at all. You're walking on air - and not in the good, figurative sense.
Feeling thoroughly disquieted as is, it doesn't help matters at all when you realize that you've slowly been rotating as you shamble forward; by the time you reach the girl you're flat-out upside down, the sky at your feet and the ground above your head.
What is going on here?
Your companion, in so far as you can call her that, appears not to bothered at all by your bizarre condition, and quickly bounds off toward wherever her destination happens to be. Your body, unconcerned with breaking the laws of physics, quickly decides that you should go after her, and to that end sends you whipping along at her heel like a tumbleweed, never once letting you touch the earth below. Your stomach lets out a sickly gurgle, and you close your eyes in response, trying to shut out the whirl of color and motion that the world has turned into.
By the time you lurch to a halt you're feeling incredibly ill, so much so that you keep your eyes wrenched shut for a good half a minute. Once your queasiness subsides a little you risk a peek at your present circumstances. Now floating at an upsetting parallel to the ground, it looks like you've been taken into one of the buildings you saw earlier; it's just the entry hall that you're in, but it looks a little more well maintained than the rest of the architecture you saw. The strange girl who brought you here has sat herself down, and is busy taking off her shoes.
As the girl futzes about with her footwear, however, something else catches your attention. From behind a nearby sliding door steps a woman. Tall and shapely, with a pale complexion and short, neatly cut blond hair curling to frame the fine features of her face and her sparkling sun-hued eyes, the first thing you can rightly say you notice about this woman is that she is quite the beauty. The next thing that you notice is that her attire is just as strange as that of the cat-girl.
The wide bottom of her white dress brings to mind a European gown, but the sleeves are large and baggy affairs more reminiscent of oriental styles... if oriental clothes included large, frilled indigo cuffs, that is. Over that she's wearing a surprisingly cute frilly pink apron, tied with a ribbon so large that you can see it puffing out from behind her; weirder still, you think you can spot a tabard of all things beneath the apron. On her head rests the strangest hat you've ever seen, a white cap plastered with what look like exorcism tags, and which almost reminds you of a jester's cap with the way it divides into two short cones, each one tasseled.
Most interestingly, however, is the bundle of enormous fluffy tails you can see behind her. You can't count them all from here, especially with the way they twitch and move. Just like those on the girl, the tails of this woman look absurdly life-like. It's a little unsettling.
Although you have to admit that you like the package as a whole.
You catch yourself staring and almost avert your eyes before you notice that she's doing the same as you; mind, her gaze looks a little more inquisitive than lascivious. You feel your cheeks heat up in self-consciousness, and finally offer a sheepish smile. The woman raises an eyebrow in interest, but soon turns her attention to the girl.
The girl - Chen, apparently - looks up, and leaps to her feet, shoes forgotten, to salute.
"Who is this?" The woman gestures to you as she approaches the excited girl.
"An intruder! I caught him myself!"
The woman turns and regards you for a moment, hands on her hips. After a few seconds she sighs and shakes her head.
"Chen, what have I told you abou--"
"This one's different," the girl cuts in, sounding rather indignant, "he's not all round and white, and he can talk, an--"
The woman raps her knuckles lightly against the girl's forehead, eliciting a surprised cry of protest, but otherwise silencing her.
"I have also told you not to interrupt, haven't I, Chen? Now, let him go."
The girl remains silent, and hangs her head a little. Nothing happens for a bit, and then the woman clicks her tongue. Hunching down a bit, she pinches Chen's nose, causing the girl to struggle a bit and hop back. No sooner than the girl's nose is pinched, however...
You crash to the ground in a heap.
Groaning weakly in exasperation, tired of the pain that today has seen fit to inflict on you, you instinctively curl up just a bit. Quickly, however, the tailed woman is kneeling at your side. Placing one hand against your stomach, and slipping the other one onto your back, she helps you sit up, and begins fussing over you, carefully inspecting you for damage. You can spot Chen sulking and casting you a slightly envious glare over the woman's shoulder.
"Are you quite alright, sir?"
Well, if you have a beautiful woman running her hands over you and giving you her attention, then really...
"That's good then," she remarks, her soft voice soothing to your ears. Pulling back, she straightens up and folds her arms in front of her in an odd gesture that makes it look more like she's scheming something from the way her sleeves come together. "However, young man, I have to ask: why exactly are you here?"
There's something unreadable in her tone.
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