[Ken]{What a Drag}[OPEN]

___The pungent smell of death oozed through the alleys and over the section of town a grumpy spirit had claimed as her own. Now that she considered herself the owner of this place, her first step would be to act within the role she'd allotted for herself... and to get stronger. Other spirits floated about these streets and since she probably wasn't going to be taking any more members, these souls would have to be subdued and learn that this was her playground. Thus, within short order, she landed in fox form with a loud thump on the lid of a dumpster near the scene. Immediately, she barked to try to gain the retreating figure's attention.

___Well, his attention seemed to be all she had. "Quiet fellow, ain't yeh?" the fox speculated aloud. "I guess yer one of them types who think they can just go around killing people, huh? Well, you see, I'm just here to warn you that shit ain't gonna work no more," her tone was gruff, but calm, loud, and matter-of-fact. "You see, when ye go around killing the little humans, you kill a potential customer. Spirits ain't much into drugs 'cause they ain't got no bodies, and bodies feel pleasure from yer chemicals and yer substances. So..." she got up on all fours into a slightly more aggressive stance, the hair on the back of her small neck rising up in spikes, but her tone staying steady. "You got that ye sorry four eyed bastard? I'll give ye a warnin' this time unless you care to question my authorities in the matter, which I don't believe you will because I like my fellow spirits unharmed as long as they fall in line and you dislike being hurt, eh?"

___At first, Grunty was disappointed. It seemed the fellow had no spunk in him, allowing himself to be reprimanded by her purposefully grating voice. She was about to scoff and leave until it seemed he had someone he was listening to or something... ah, great! One of these psychotic types! That means he would inevitably attack her... then again, he did seem sort of pitiful. The sight of him tripping over his own kill's blood made her sigh agai, let down. Idly, she wondered if this was a handicapped person the other spirit had offed... perhaps someone spiritually unaware, they were practically crippled in today's day and age.

___"...and the drugs come cheap. We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't... hmm?" The fox had begun singing in a low mumble while she waited for the spirit to once again become upright. "Yea, there w's something wrong, Goggles. I figure yer hearing's bad too, eh? I'll go easy on you and say it one more time. Either you agree to chill when you're in my section of town or your peanut head self can move. Plain and simple. Can't have ye killin' off my clients you know..." By now the fox lay down on her belly and yawned widely, a few faint sparks rising and falling about her in and out of the trash bin she relaxed atop (lytscatters). "You look a bit slow, on one hand, but on the other I ain't like to get physical with my lessons unless yer cute... which you ain't, so I'd like to avoid a misunderstanding."

___"Figures..." the fox mumbled. A few of the sparks of the electricity that had been circling around her suddenly whipped out, forming a circle around the man as he closed his statement of his intentions not to... well, refrain from killing. The sparks eventually grew and connected to one another, forming lengthy, shining chains that would suddenly constrict like a live thing in an attempt to bind his arms behind his back (lytning bind). "Well, I'm unhappy already. How ya gonna make it up to me?" she continued on as the electric chains danced around the alley.

___Strange, somehow the man managed to roll under the circle. The chains continued to flow around as she lay on the lid lazily watching him and his gyrations. Idly, she began to concentrate on his spectacles, trying to establish an electrical field near them since the chains of electricity were already surrounding the alley (lytscatters). "You're a pretty emo one, aren't you? How long you been in Yochi?"

___Yawning full in his face again, she regarded the man before her. "Ah, I see. A new guy... guess you don't understand how things are on this side of things... I guess that's fine..." With a suddenness that was almost jarring, the trash in the garbage can flew straight out like so much shrapnel. Old kitchen knives, bike parts, tire rims, bent cans... all exploded forwards towards the man as though propelled by a grenade. While the trash clattered into the opposing wall and anything in between the lid of the can and the wall, she continued on in a casual, almost bored tone of voice. Hopefully, his attention would be divided between the chains that were still active and the flying pieces of metal. "Quite a pity. I'm new too I guess... not as new as you, but still new..."

___Sighing when he called her a crazy bitch, the fox contracted the chains to bring him slightly off of the ground and shook her head, jumping off of the garbage can lid and, upon landing, shifting back to her homeless lady form. Taking a look in his face, she sighed, "Didn't mean to mess up your head... I guess I did a disservice to humanity, your head already looked messed up enough as it is..." she brought the glasses from his face and, thinking they were shades, put them on. Her pockets were lined with joints and baggies, and she withdrew one precious bit of green, lighting it on one of the snapping chains and taking a puff. "Anyways, I can't keep these chains lit much longer so we have to hurry this shit up, eh? I just want to teach ye a lesson. I didn't mean to hurt ya." Withdrawing one of the baggies from her pocket, she waved it before the bound man. "I guess a little product demo would suffice. It's standard procedure with rude little punks like yerself... some stuff they call lovemusk. Quite hard to acquire but I got skills. " Her sharp black fingernails tore the powder baggie open and she blew it forward, allowing it to coat his face and clothes. The bind would expire shortly afterwards.

___Puffing gently on the joint, she couldn't observe the changes that were coming over her victim very well, but she concentrated her powers on curling the chains around the larger pieces of shrapnel and guiding the rest towards the trash bin. When the alley was sufficiently clean, she sighed, allowing the smoke to drift out of her mouth. "I guess leaving you like that's good enough punishment... well, considering the dose I gave you..." Slowly, she began to float skywards. "I hope when I see ye again we can be friends, eh? Good friends..."

___"Eh?" somehow it seemed odd that the man would actually go and attempt to pull her out of the air without considering that she did, in fact, control electricity and could at whim simply overturn the dumpster on top of him. Maybe if he was lucky he'd find some porn in the dumpster. Then again, even if it was an unattractive man, she never was one to turn down any sorts of pleasure, but the effects of this drug would last for awhile, maybe she could come back later after a few drinks. Heineken would probably suffice. To deter him, she allowed him to grab her leg, but when he went for the embrace, she shifted to a smaller, furrier form... specifically a little black vixen.

___It was almost funny, the way this man ran to go defile the corpse of this poor woman he'd destroyed... a potential customer at any rate, but the point of this exercise was punishment, ergo Grunty had to find some clever way to deprive him of... well, the dead lady. She tossed the shirt off of her head and trotted purposefully towards the trash can, hopping off of it and digging through the refuse. Fortunately, among the garbage were a number of sharp, small objects... boxes of discarded staples... shards of metal... busted light bulbs... old knives... splinters of wood with nails in them for easy manipulation... All of these things she tossed out of the trash can and started moving them within her electrical field. The little shards of metal marched across the ground like army ants to the dead body and, reaching it, began to move about like the blades of a blender, tearing the body to shreds from all angles that the man's body wasn't occupying. If this continued, the body would probably be little more than a pile of abrasive, cold mush within several minutes.

___Leaving the glass/metal/splinters interspersed in the meat that he was rubbing all over his body, the vixen yawns and lays back against the garbage can, looking up at the sky. She didn't have a very good concept of time, but she did wonder how much longer it would be until sunrise. Here was a man attempting to fornicate with a pile of ground human. What else could see do? Well, there was always the option of setting it on fire, but she might burn him too if she went to do that. For now, she simply waited.

___By now, the little vixen had lost interest in the macabre comedy playing out near her. Instead, her entire focus was on a small rodent who sniffed cautiously around the trash can. Infinitely cautious, she crept forward on her belly, slowly but surely drawing closer to the little creature. It looked up, as though sensing danger, then made a mad dash for cover. Grunty jumped, then sent her muzzle down between her front legs, her jaws closing on the little creature and ending it's life with a pitiable shriek. Her mouth pulling back in the canine equivalent of a grin, she sat up, enjoying the taste of the rodent's death and sitting up on her hind quarters, tossing the rodent with a quick motion of her neck and catching it once again to swallow it after the choppy manner of carnivores without molars.

___Sniffing around for another tasty rodent, Grunty found herself captured... not necessarily because she wasn't expecting it, but simply because she wasn't guarding for it. Blinking in surprise, she barked inquisitively at the man, as though to say, "What the fuck?". He smelled quite unclean and was very much a bloody mess.

___The fox growled lightly, thinking of how exactly she was going to punish him further for his actions, but when he went to pet her there was a flash of white as her teeth snapped down towards his arm like a steel trap. Provided that missed or he continued on with his actions, she would simply turn on the makeshift leash and gnaw it in half, as it didn't appear to be made out of metal.

___The little vixen managed to duck most of the kick, but it did brush her along the top of her back. Bitterly, she sent out another tendril of electricity at close range (lytning bind). Provided it hit, she'd run away and take the other end of the metaphysical chain in her mouth and swing the man around in a circle, building up centrifugal force and finally releasing him into the night. If you've fought Bowser on Super Mario 64, you should have some idea of how that process works.