DEMISE

[Kid's been pretty quiet since she got back from the Witches' cave. She wasn't herself back there, and she isn't herself now, just in a different way. The energy she needed to be her usual boisterous self just wasn't there. The energy to do much of anything isn't there, she's spent all this time moping around her apartment.

She was never good with any of this technostuff, if she were, the video option wouldn't have been her choice. Alas, here she is, laying in bed looking even more messy and unwashed than usual, with the paint on her face smudged and her hair long and loose, instead of in her usual ponytail.

She had thrown people into the Kishin Egg pit. Even worse, she stood guard over it, and watched those people get ripped to shreds. The girl had seen a lot of things, and her morals were a bit skewed, without a doubt. But that? She can still see it, and she's not sure it'll ever go away.

Talking to other people is the last thing Kid wants, but she has to.]

I need a weapon. I'll learn whatever the hell I gotta learn, but I'm gettin' back at those bitches no matter what.

[That's all she has to say, but she feels like she should say more. An apology, maybe? No, she wouldn't even know where to start. She'll leave it at that.]

This place sure did go to hell pretty quick, didn't it? And here I thought I scored some kinda weird vacation.

[Kid doesn't look as cheery as she did last time, that's for sure. She's crouched next to a garbage can in a narrow alley, with her knees drawn all the way up to her chin, looking exhausted. Her knees are skinned, and there's blood and guts all over her boots, one of which has a hole burned through it from whatever it is those damn ants are spitting. Her hair's got globs of some unidentified substance in them, but she's pretty sure it came from those damn spiders.]

Any of me mates out there? I think--

[She groans, and furiously scratches the back of her head, her expression getting more angry.]

There's these damn birds circlin' around. One of 'em grabbed me arm and I had to stab the bloody bastard in the leg. [She holds up a kitchen knife, the one he's been carrying with her since the madness started. It's clearly not made for combat, the thing's already losing its edge.] He ain't goin' away. Don't get me wrong, I ain't in the habit of beggin' for help, so if somebody's got a gun or somethin', I could make it worth it for ya later.

[The communicator is upside down. Then rightside up. Then upside down. The blonde teen on the other end turns it the right way again, putting it close to her face, and then finally, holding it at a reasonable distance and angle. She stares at it for a few moments, and then tilts her head back with a giant laugh. She speaks with a thick Australian accent, despite the fact that Australia doesn't...exist, in her world. Go figure.]

This thing is great! I can really talk to everyone through this? Wish I had one a these buggers in me other world, I bet some rich ole coot would pay a bunch for it!

Anyway. I ain't new to this whole alternate dimensions thing. But I gotta say, this one seems pretty damn nice. And I ain't sayin' that cuz I'm a brown noser, either, you guys went and hooked us up. Free place, free food, ya don't have to jump through any hoops or rip off anyone or nothing. Back in me own world ya don't get shit for free, unless ya got sticky fingers.

I was kinda in the middle a somethin' when ya brought me here. The weird thing is, I don't remember what I was doin. That beer machine mighta knocked me out, messed with me head. Someone stuck somethin' through me, though.

[And she moves the camera towards her stomach. Since she doesn't really wear real clothes, you can see the bandages.]

Looks like somebody was trying to do me in. Nobody's gonna kill The Great Kid, so quit wastin' yer time!

Ah, yeah, before I go. What's the best way to make some money around here? None of that "ya gotta show up all day, every day" business, I'm lookin' for somethin' good.