Stray Cat Strut Chapter Forty-Four - Sword Talk

Chapter Forty-Four - Sword Talk

The term samurai was, for the most part, a that beca part of the standard lexicon. Early vanguards--as theyre appropriately called--were compared to feudal warriors, a new caste of expert combatants against the Antithesis threat.

Soone made the comparison to the ancient samurai, and despite so glaring inconsistencies between the actual samurai and the vanguard (notably, the vanguard dont answer to any lords or governnt) the term stuck.

Interestingly enough, there are a number of vanguard that gravitate towards a self-image very similar to the pop cultural depictions of actual samurai. From carrying swords, to cultivating a gentleman warrior personality, they mimic the legends of the past to further their own image in the present.

--Lecture on the Cultural History of the Ancient Warrior, Professor Hickn, 2040

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Hey Rac, I said as I sat down in the kitchen.

The girl pulled her head out of the fridge, a block of cheese in her mouth, a loaf of bread tucked under her arm, and I think every bottle of condint in the fridge was pressed against her side. Hmh, was her reply.

I watched as she navigated over to the table and dumped everything onto it, then returned to the fridge to scavenge out more stuff. Whatcha making? I asked.

Sandwich, she replied, her voice made echoey on account of her being halfway in the fridge.

Cool, I said. Guess Ill make one too.

Rac returned with three packages of food, while I found so plates and so knives from one of the drawers. For so reason likely related to the kittens, there were no sharp knives left in any of the drawers, just butter knives.

Rac and I made sandwiches. It was nice.

The hams the best, Raccoon said between large bites.

I humd. I like the turkey better, I replied. We had made a few sandwiches from all the ats available. Real ats too, at least according to what was written on their packages.

So, Rac said. She reached over and grabbed a juice box, tore the straw off the back, and jamd it through the top. She slurped loudly before speaking again. When do you want to leave?

You dont have to, I said. I shoved the end of my current sandwich down my mouth, then slapped a piece of bread down on my plate and reached over for the tomato paste.

Im not going to stick around and be one of your kittens, Rac said. Im my own girl, and I can take care of myself. Also, pass the mayo.

I passed her the mayo. Thats alright too. But if you ever need a place to spend the night, then were around. And if youre looking for work...

You said that already. What kind of work? All I know how to do is pick up trash.

Well, it happens that thats exactly what the job Im thinking of needs, I said.

What job?

I looked up as Lucy walked into the kitchen. Her hair was a wet mop above her head, dragged down and looking kind of pitiful. She was in fresh clothes, which is to say torn up cargo pants and a stained t-shirt.

Im hiring Rac for a thing. Also, we need to go clothes shopping.

We do, Lucy agreed.

Later today... maybe?

She grinned. If the world doesnt catch fire between now and then, sure.

Ill tell the world to chill the fuck out for a bit. I placed so at down, then so slices of cheese which I covered in so brownish sauce that tasted sweet. Then the final bit of bread. Want half? I asked.

Hell yeah, Lucy said. She sat across from , and for a mont there was peaceful quiet as everyone at the kitchen island chowed down. What are we doing today? Lucy asked.

Myalis called so contractors this morning, I said. If you want, we can pop over to the museum and we can decide how to lay things out with soone there who, you know, does that kind of stuff.

Oh, Lucy said. That does sound nice.

I nodded. After that. Uh, depends? I have a few calls to make, and so important people to annoy. I think you could co along for so of that, but its a little dangerous. Id rather you were ho.

Lucy stared, one eyebrow rising.

Not because I dont think you could help, I just dont want you to get hurt, and you dont have armour like I do, or Myalis. And you can watch over the kittens, uh, I said. I had the distinct impression that Lucy was letting talk more so that I could dig myself deeper than to actually hear what I had to say.

She grinned. Youre lucky that youre so cute, she said.

Whats that an?

Lucy shook her head. I can co back here before you go and get all dangered up.

I nodded. Cool. We finished up, and then I went over to our bedroom to grab sothing to wear. I couldnt go out in nothing but a t-shirt if I wanted to be taken seriously.

I slid on my under armour after giving it a sniff--still clean enough--then stared at my armour in the shower.

It was a little bulky for everyday wear, I figured. Instead I tossed on my long trench coat and put on so of my slightly older gear. I wouldnt be as bulletproof, but we were literally just going to et so people here and there. Nothing dangerous. And if it ca to that, I could just buy more armour on the fly.

Probably one of the reasons samurai were so damned dangerous themselves.

I returned to the main room of the penthouse to find most of the kittens making an absolute ss of everything in the na of breakfast. Rac looked deeply uncomfortable as she guarded her sandwich from the others.

You leaving again? Junior asked.

I reached over and ruffled her hair for the split second it took her to smack my hand away. Yep. And Im taking Lucy and Rac with .

Kay, Junior said. So Im in charge.

How do you figure that?

Seniority, Junior said.

Im older than you! Daniel called out from next to the stove. I suspected he was trying to make scrambled eggs.

Junior scoffed. Ive been an orphan longer.

Thats not a proper way to asure ti, Daniel said. Nor is it how anyone should elect a temporary leader.

I dont know, ti since parental demise sounds like a better system than so of the ways politicians get elected, I said.

One of my cat chas walked into the room. There have, historically, been stranger thods to elect a leader, Myalis said through the cha.

I snapped my fingers. Thats it. Junior, youre in charge while were gone. Myalis is your lieutenant.

Cool, Junior said. Can I buy weapons and shit?

Wait, what? Daniel asked. Are you serious?

Do you want to babysit? I asked him.

He froze for a mont until his eggs started to hiss in the pan. I retract my objections, he said.

You ready? Lucy asked. She was waiting by the door, a knowing smile in place and her hand on the handle. She seed eager to get going, and I didnt have any good reason to slow her down.

Yeah, I said before adjusting my coat with one hand. The other was busy holding onto the sheath of my sword.

Rac and I followed Lucy out into the corridor, the girl next to still stuffing her pockets full of packaged at and so stuff shed swiped from the pantry.

Why do you have a sword? Lucy asked.

Because its cool, I said. Besides, I dont want to leave this thing with the kittens.

Okay, but its a sword. You have guns. You have railguns, even. And a rocket launcher, Lucy pointed out.

And now I have a sword, I said.

Lucy stared at it, then back up to . You need a belt for that, she said. Or at least sothing to hold it. You cant walk around with a sword in hand all day.

I an, I can, it would just be really inconvenient.

Why a sword anyway? Lucy asked.

I dunno, but I like it? It looks cool.

Lucy slid her arm around mine and held on close. So it makes you feel powerful? Like a giant phallic symbol, then?

Its not like that, I said.

Oh Cat, maybe later we can play with your sword together, Lucy murmured next to my ear.

I felt my cheeks warming. I said its not like that.

Sounds like its like that, Rac said.

Shush you. No mocking my sword.

Id never, Lucy said. Dont worry, Im sure your sword is a lot more impressive than most other swords. It certainly looks a lot bigger.

Damnit Lucy.

Its one of those Japanese looking ones, Rac said. So its probably not good for thrusting.

I hate both of you.

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