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[doubled_speed]

Dudes, you WOULD not believe what I found.

[There's laughter and amusement in Tommy's voice. Something that hadn't been true at all by the end of the time in the tunnels. Look at him, not three hours free and he's already gleeful.]

So I took a nice little run after the tunnel opened and dudes, check this out. And we've got fucking ISLANDS not far from the shore. Like, not fucking in sight, so they're a bit out, just a few miles, but they're there. And get this...

[Oh yeah, you gotta believe that pleasure is ramping up.]

The chain of three of them? They're a fucking vacation spot or something. I found abandoned ruins. They're a lot like the city, all overgrown. There's these little things like a mix between a monkey and a sloth here too. I'm calling them chitterers, because they don't stop making noise, like, EVER. I even found something that almost looks like one of those paddle-swan boats. Except not because I don't think they had swans?

[And at last there's a picture of Tommy, stretched out on a beach with a white and brown, piebald creature hanging off of a nearby tree, clearly the 'chitterer' in question. He's holding a large cup of silvery crystal or plastic, clearly some sort of Agri version of a tropical drink glass like you'd get back on Earth, but with a strangely flared bottom, making it look a bit like an hour glass carved out of ice, and raising it toward the camera. All that's missing is that cheesy 'wish you were here' sorta sentiment on it, written in some horrible cliche font. Give him that, and he's a fucking post card. And, in the background, there's a broken down facade of a very different structure. The resort or vacation structure or something.]

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[doubled_speed]

And now it half sounds like you're hissing.

[heeeyadora]

[There's definitely a low growl now.]

Come say that to my face.

[doubled_speed]

Tell me where you are, Kitty.

[heeeyadora]

The factories.

[doubled_speed]

Tell me exactly which one.

[heeeyadora]

I dunno, it's not like they have names. This one.

[Pic attached]

[doubled_speed]

[Enjoy the fact that, twenty seconds later with the video cut off and no response, there's a voice behind her, just out of punching range.]

Why not name it?

[heeeyadora]

[She shrieks and that time there's a very unmistakable hiss, spinning round to find the source of the noise. Her tail's poofed up to more than twice its usual size, and she flushes, catching it in her hands to try and smooth the fur back down.]

Gah- you really are annoying, you know that?

[She crosses her arms, eyes skirting about the factory sullenly.]

What, me? Why would I bother?

[doubled_speed]

You're just jealous, Miss Bristletail.

[Congrats, Catra, you've earned a nickname.]

[heeeyadora]

What, 'cause you can go fast? Yeah. I'm real impressed.

[~Thanks- I hate it!! She gives a low grumble at that new nickname.]

Yeah, no. That's worse than Kitty.

[doubled_speed]

I mean, I'm also several times stronger than a normal human, I'm durable, I heal faster, and I make explosions and can phase through things. In addition to running faster than sound. A LOT faster than sound.

[Worse than kitty? Good. He grins and nods.]

It's okay, Bristles, I don't hold it against you, being only normal people speeds.

[heeeyadora]

[Her eyes narrow with each addition to the list, fighting that burning in her cheeks that comes from being shown up.]


I'll show you how fast I am-

[She tries to swipe her claws at him, faster than a typical human, sure, but not Tommy fast.]

[doubled_speed]

[Excuse him while he's nice enough to dodge at precisely the last second by EXACTLY just enough for leave a breath of air between her claws and Tommy's skin. Grinning the whole time.]

Chill out, it's not that bad to be slow.

[heeeyadora]

[Oh that's frustrating. She huffs, shaking her head to try and make sense of her senses.]

I am .not. slow.

[doubled_speed]

You are to me. Accept it.

[heeeyadora]

Yeah, 'cause you're magic, that doesn't count.

[doubled_speed]

I'm not magic. It's as natural to me as your ears and your claws and your tail is to you.

[Speed is breathing, and in a flash he's ten feet back, shaking his head.]

[heeeyadora]

Nnn- stop doing that- [She makes a face at the disorganization that brings, ears twitching. Magic makes more sense to her mind than trying to make sense of anything else. She scampers closer, running on all fours to add to her speed.]

[doubled_speed]

[Four legs wasn't enough. Tommy just moved a touch faster to keep staying out of reach.]

Stop twitching your ears. Stop moving your tail. Stop breathing. That's what you are basically asking me.

[heeeyadora]

It's not the s-

[Righting herself, her cheeks are hot. Not being able to prove herself is quite the trigger point for her, and she huffs, jumping up onto some scaffolding behind Tommy to avoid his eyeline, tail twitching and curling around herself.]

Whatever.

[doubled_speed]

It is.

[He moves quickly and jumps. The strength of his legs is more than enough to get him up onto the scaffolding too.]

Fucking hell, why does EVERYONE here have to be a racist? I'm not human, I'm a mutant. My speed is what I am. It's breathing. It's living. So don't act like it's a problem when I am what I am.

[heeeyadora]

[She starts back, not used to people being able to follow her so easily, real fear in her eyes before it turns back to a defensive glare.]

I don't care about what you are, just stop- doing that. [It's not the speed that bothers her so much as the teasing, head turning to try and hide the flush of her cheeks.]

[doubled_speed]

I'll stop being me when you stop being you.

[With that he jumps back down, glaring up at her before he starts stalking away.]

[heeeyadora]

[She doesn't exactly take off after him, but she does stalk from above, jumping across broken machinery to keep track of him. She can see that he's upset, though in her own irritated state that just makes her feel resentful. She doesn't think she's done anything wrong. She's not apologizing. But that gnawing guilt makes her grumble.]

...What, you're just going to leave? You came all this way.

[doubled_speed]

[Racism, man. He'd been expecting someone like her, someone who would probably be used to getting shit from baseline humans around here, might not be so racist. That she might get it.]

I can go all the way back in the space of your breath.