18605/Sharon Tries for a Piece of the Rock!

Sharon Tries for a Piece of the Rock!
Date of Scene:	17 July 2024
Location:	Rock of Eternity
Synopsis:	Slappy fight to the finish -not!
Cast of Characters:	Billy Batson, Sharon Smith

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Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson discovered that once again, his cupboard is bare. He suspects a certain feline is to blame. He found no signs of a break in. So it must be a cat. Or a ghost. However ghosts didn't eat.

He finally resorted to placing a hair across each window and the door, then sprinkling flour on the floorboards. Then he went to the Rock of Eternity via the usual portal in his closet. However, he left the portal open. then he started heating up the hot pockets and toaster strudel he kept there for a balanced dinner.

Sharon Smith has posed:
A long, black silhoette broke up the calm beige hue of Billy's kitchen.

"Scrape, Scrape, Scrape"

Finally! That bag of doritios hit the floor, and a black cat had a joyful hay-day smacking them around!

Most people would be focused on eating the packaged food, but Catseye?

No, She was happy to toss it around like a god of chaos.

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson looks up and over at the portal. He sees chips flying. "What the..." It might be a ghost after all. "Shazam!" there is a boom of lightning the reaches faintly into the apartment. Shazam emerges from the closet, peering about, he spies the cat, and ducks back into the portal. Another boom and Billy emerges!

"Hey! Hey you little... " Crunch crunch crunchity crunch! Billy walks through corn chips in his bare feet.

It turn out Doritos are pretty sharp!

"Ngaaaaah! What'd you do? Arrrrgh! Holey flipping Moley!" He falls onto his butt.

CRUNCH! "Yeow!"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Cat-like relfexes.

The boom sent that feline figure into a corner smaller than any scientist think it might fit, whcih also sent Doritos flying much farther than they ought to fly when backed into by scared cats.

He may never have caught her, but the cry for help was far too much. Catseye skirted toward the edge of the counter to peer over the edge.

Were Doritos so powerful that they defeated the Wizard and the magic lands? Or was Billy a kluts?

Catseye stared on with indifference.

Billy Batson has posed:
Ah slides! Billy grabbed for them and put them on tortured feet. The rest of him would just sting for a while. He gets up and stalks towards the cat.

"You're... you... look at this mess! What's the idea? You've been eating my food on the sneak... don't try blaming ghosts! I thought this out! You... I'm calling Tarot right now to deal with you! You're lucky I'm not mean to girls, or cats!" He puts his hands out to try to scoop her up.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith turned sharply toward Billy's barage of complaints. They would have all been very valid if made against a normal, human person.

Catseye's argument was made by big blue eyes. They simply stared at him in the cutest, and most unhelpful way possible.

"Mew?"

Catseye surely knew better, but she would milk her species connection for everything she could.

That sort of kitten-eyes look could bring the next nuclear war!... if only it had some context or geo-political science behind it.

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson scoop the black cat up and snuggles it. "Everytime I want to throttle you, you do something adorable." He mock strangles the little cat, actually rubbing her neck and ears. He prepares for the cat's attempt to break free. That's some kind of feline law of nature. You pay them attention, they leave. Then he tosses her onto his foldout bed and gets a broom and dust pan.

"I am so going to call... I dunno, the president of Mutants to complain about you. Naughty Sharon!"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith flails upon being grabbed.

Those claws, while small, were menacing... to soft skin.
     Billy found a wild barage of soft paws and small claws thrown at him as she tried to wiggle out of his arms.

Sharon could have been posing as a regular cat. In fact... by the way she squirmed, it seemed like it might have been some regular cat. It was difficult to tell.

Either way, she flailed wildly until finding her escape beneath his bed.

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson gets the broom and begins sweeping. "Oh get out of there. You aren't fooling me." He sweeps up the shards of Dorito silently. Finishing up he grabs the foot of the pull out and lifts, folding it into the couch. "You know, I'm really a dog person. See if I had a dog and got hit with Pym particles, and reduced to a half foot, the dog would still sit when I told him. You'd torture and kill me. I have a whole bunch of reasons why I like dogs bettere looks for the small cat as he closes up the bed and goes to replace the couch cushions.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith ducks several times, avoiding the swipes of Billy's cheap, college affordiable broom bristles. She was amazing; ducking behind counters and sliding behind pipes. One would have thought cats were trained for this sort of dance, but... this wasn't a cat. This was Sharon.

"You take it back!" A voice exclaimed.

A purple haired human tackled Billy.

"You take it back, and don't say it again!" She had the mind to tweak his ear like an old world grandmother might.

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson oofs and tries to grab Catseye around the waist. "Hey wha... ow!" He has no idea what to do with an angry Catseye. He had no idea he could make her angry or that she even was even capable of the emotion. Nothing seemed to perturb her aside from a lack of hot pockets. Clad in slippers he loses one and falls backwards onto the half finished couch. He grabs a pillow and tries to bad Sharon with it. "Hey I don't fight girls!" He wasn't sure what he was doing now could be considered fighting. Then he devolves into the lowest form of violence: slap fighting.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith toppled atop of him. She paused only at his accusation of not fighting 'girls,' and decreed "You have a weakness!"

The slap-fight ensued, with no end...

Sharon cared little about winners and losers. It was purely about the chase... or slap fight, or the wildly jumping at pigeons that she never had a hope of catching.