She inhaled a breath of heat before she let out a lazy sigh.
"Aiya~"
It was indeterminably deep summer. The sky was clear except for a few wisps of hopeful clouds; clicking and chirping of the local wildlife and insects filled the air in contrast to the low dull roar of a bustling metropolis in modern times. The Magick lines swayed in the summer wind as they carried power from home to home.
Today was like any other day she huffed. Her thoughts occasionally contemplated various ways to kill and deal with these useless ants who came to her with their worthless "wants" and "needs", it was her job, she supposed. Absolutely normal thoughts right? hum~
well...
'Ah, this fat bastard is at the counter again. Have you not had enough chicken legs in your life? do you conglomerate them into a dildo to please yourself too? I'll make sure to kill you with it when I find it, you stupid fat bitch' - "Hey!" the overweight woman waved and snapped in our lovely heroine's distracted face, cutting off her thoughts.
"Like what you see!? next time don't let my beauty distract you until after I make my order, yeah? Give me my chicken!" she snapped as she held her underboob rolls. truely unfortunate for everyone present, who the hell flaunts under tit fat rolls?
"HURGHPH" A man behind her gagged, but she paid no mind. "Of course ma'am, your wings will be right up" 'you fat bitch' she thought.
Tucked in a busy yet quiet corner, amongst a few buildings and hotels, a modest shop rested in the lanes between them. It was a bit popular, famous even - yet carelessly placed in District 12 in the Food and Market Zone. One may have had to take a few too many turns or an alleyway to reach this place if cutting through, but once upon it, you would find it had quite a bit of space around the outside; even a road passed through in front. Yes - somehow this place was one of the prime places of the Market Hub. That was what she loved about this place, one of her few loves in this rat-infested life; Magick Mart had earned its name existing in such a-way.
"Fresh or Magickanized?" she asked.
" I'll take my chicken fresh this time hehe."
the fat woman was a regular at the store, and would often come in high in style clothing like Bucchi or Praderp, yet today she came in a Nicke' shirt and Banana ship Jeans.
'Must be the heat'
She held a magazine in her hand with a half-naked man with pointed ears, fanning herself with it.
"Jimmy, go get the loudest one" she ordered to her Co-worker as she observed the obscene lard in front of her. The boy was never quite able to deny her when she ordered him and sometimes just took joy in the interaction.
'is she not showing off today or did something finally worth killing her over happen?'
' Ugh,' she sneered inwardly.
It was her "day off" and she was working her part-time job here at the Magick Mart. During normal workdays, she was at the hospital as a nurse, but she needed to make ends meet to make her passions and projects happen. Life is cruel, even to a Beauty.
Squawking came from the back as Jimmy arrived with the next sacrifice -"Miss Eva, I have the ingredients!" He was eager to please, as usual - but this was part of his personality and what made him locally loved and popular. Eva walked over and deftly snatched the chicken from him. It was fast yet oddly gentle he had thought, and so he had no complaints. "Good. Take the register."
The rest of the customers restlessly observed as Eva closed her azure eyes to concentrate. The preparation of live ingredients was one of the many attractions of Magick Mart. The chicken looked up at her one last time, knowing its fate and squawked weakly.
"Squaaaawwwk~ squawk....." it said. (I know of you great one. It is an honor to die by your hands. No one is more beautiful and deft. May my death be glorious and my body be delicious - by your hand... and not that lads). She was a well-known legend amongst the chicken in the back as the Wingless Reaper. Beautiful, merciless, and swift was what she was to them. It was an honor to die by her hands. He could already hear the melody of clucking, the hymns of his people as he met his god and ender. No... wait - actually, the chickens in the back were actually clucking in hymn!?
Chalk it up to another legend and attraction of Magick Mart.
Eva's eyes dulled for a moment as they slowly opened and a cold aura eclipsed the Mart. Most onlookers shuddered as if they were under the knife. She hated people, mostly - but animals were just an unfortunate existence in passing to her. She held no hate or spite for them, and occasionally helped them when they were in need. She lifted her hands and comforted the chicken and the chicken nodded as if it understood, then closed his eyes. The heavy blade appeared in her hand and a slow low rumble, that was ephemeral and had purple shaking characters rising up as it increased in intensity in the background, began to fill the store.
As the rumbling reached its climax, a sudden flash of light appeared reflecting off of the blade as it claimed the chicken's life in pure silence. No thump of the cutting board and no sound from the bird. Eva was oblivious in concentration and in less than a few moments, plucked and prepared the chicken for cooking. To her, she was just doing her job, but to her onlookers - it was such a show! Even Jimmy and the Bitch at the register couldn't help but be enthralled each time. Eva finished the preparation and quickly fried the chicken with the store's famous CFK seasoning and M&M (Magick Mark) trademark sauce on the side. (sold separately in stores near you)
"Jimmy." she snapped, but he was already there waiting to take order to its customer. He was lovable and the least hated of people that she had in her life. It meant something if almost nothing to her. He was tolerable but respectable, and she wasn't the kind of person to find faults with people unnecessarily; most of the time. Their fat customer on the other hand...
As Jimmy handed her their trademark Magick Mart Mk Chicken, She gruffed out unpleasantly to him, "H-Hey pretty boy~ huhu. I got this bucket of chicken~" she said while slapping the magazine down. There was another man on the with the Pointed ear one, his hands seemed to be... on him?
She stared at him with lusty eyes that said "seduce me!" and her body swayed and jiggled like jellied fat in a pot that was left out overnight way too long, and then you stick your finger in it and find out that this was the next thing you'll never do again. Gross.
Jimmy - as a man - couldn't help but accidentally take in her many uncountable rolls at a glace -because of instinct. Poor Jimmy. His body instantly rejected her like a witch in water as he shuddered. " That's great Ma'am. Please enjoy your meal..." he expressed politely while slowly backing away, but the lard had other plans and moved as though she were a cheetah after her next, next, next meal. Swiftly she grabbed his hand - catching him off guard and then pulled him closer. She began unscrupulously grabbing and fondling him from chest to crotch rabidly like a wild dog, as Jimmy's face darkened and the other customers wretched. Poor, poor Jimmy.
"Hey, Jimmy~ How about you and me have a good time? huhu~ there's enough of me to go around~ <3" She had never gone this far before now but today she was feeling quite a bit too daring. Ew.
A light glinted in her gaze as Eva saw this as an opportunity to kick the fat bitch out of the store, once and for all - while securing her own peace. It would be great if she didn't have to soap her eyes after looking at this woman and her terrible tastes anymore. Then when she didn't show up to the store anymore after being banned, no one would question her disappearance or at least associate herself with this twats death!
To almost everyone's surprise, Jimmy spoke up with a cool look in his eyes " Yes. In fact, there's too much of you to go around." His voice raised slightly as he slapped her hand away. " I'm sure there's enough of you for everyone in the market - hell, you have enough rolls on you alone to be every wheel on a Trailer Truck." He snatched his hand back fiercely. "Y-You!" she tried to mouth out words, but she never expected to be denied by such a pushover like person. The metropolis laws could be strict, but if you had money and power, you could easily get away with things if you knew how to. She thought he was just another pretty face. She wasn't unjustified in her assumption.
Jimmy was a slightly fair-skinned man with a gentle tan on his body. His hair was dark with lighter brown highlights and gentle curls that he kept in a light top knot with the back hanging down. A tall, dark and handsome man with a fine body. He seemed to try to keep this low key, and often tried to appear more innocent, naive, and rough in a childish way. At this moment that Jimmy was gone, as he looked upon the lard with cold eyes. He cooly fixed his collar, took off his hat, and as he swept his hair back with a practiced elegance and he spoke. "The names James. Call me Jimmy again and I'll break your knee caps and roll you out." His voice turned vicious "Never! Touch me! Again!" and he spat on her. "Now get the fuck out of my store!"
The collection of rolls shuddered and stuttered on her way out as she snatched her chicken and magazine. You could clearly see on the cover the muscular elf man standing tall and half-naked, with other men clinging up his legs and all over his jeans and rippling muscles. The title read: BL Monthly - Adam and his Bastard boys...
It was extremely well-drawn and penned! Fuck!
She yelled like a child hurling back an insult with no creativity. " Y-You'll pay f-for this you bastard! Just wait until I tell my hubby! His m-men will come down a-and break Y-your legs!"
James spoke simply. "Let us see what Adam thinks about you buying those goddamn BL magazines about him again, hmm?" and her face crumpled in worry before she ran out, grasping her chicken and BL magazine between her white knuckles as if her life depended on it.
Hmm. I wonder what Adam thinks too...