It had been quite a while since Boy In A Dress had mulled over his time with Ninurta and the others -who's names escaped
him for the moment. Letting the hot water wash away the grime from his current employment, BIAD breathed deeply in the
shower and thought back to when he had ran the gauntlet with the famous Gunslinger.
There'd been a battle in a fortress... yes, he remembered that and then suddenly, the Man-Girl saw a naked Ninurta hunkered
down in a shadowy jungle with a makeshift spear leaning on his shoulder. If BIAD could frown, he'd have done it then, the image
seemed so real and recent.
Deep in his struggling thoughts, Boy In A Dress ignored his hair moving around as if it had a mind of its own. The long jet-black
tresses danced under the hot spray and seemed like a thousand night-vipers twisting in a beguiling hypnotic swaying motion.
Then it came to him, this was how he had first met the man of Vandalia. The Tree of Woes, the stealthy nature of the stranger
and the deep rage he could produce when he'd been wronged. BIAD waved a hand over the sensor and the jet of of water
stopped, it was all coming back to him now.
His waist-length hair lay lank on his shoulders once more and it had been a long time ago since BIAD had ever wondered how
his mane seemed to come to life without his knowledge.
Being almost dry at once as he stepped out of the shower, was a puzzle too.
"Necked as a Jaybird" Boy In A Dress muttered for no reason as he slipped his eternal red dress over his head, why would
he think these things? The ruby-red lips had even attempted the same drawl as the man that had once spoken it and he'd
even caught himself trying the lop-sided grin in the flaked and steam-blushed mirror of the bathroom
Ninurta did that rarely and it was generally after he'd found that reasoning wasn't the preferred tool in an interaction.
That struggling smile was also the usual signal that a loud noise was coming followed by the smell of gunpowder.
BIAD showed one of his own smiles as he felt the feelings of comradeship he had enjoyed back then rush across his body.
A different time and different part of the universe... all gone and almost forgotten.
"Almost..." croaked the stranger stood in his open doorway, "Aye, almost yer'bugger" the creature -that BIAD realised was
female by her form, reiterated. For ...oooh, about a second, the hermaphrodite in the crappy badly-lit room didn't know who
it was and as the name surfaced to brand the old female grey alien in the dirty poncho, another familiar voice arrived to enforce
what the grinning Boy In A Dress was beginning to believe.
"I wish... *pant*... I wish you wouldn't walk so fast" Tibbs said and appearing beside his wife, added "my legs aren't as
long as yours". The four-foot-nothing brains of an outfit that disbanded long ago, peered in to see if the person he'd always
called 'Mr. Devil' was at home.
That once-wet hair stretched like taffy, fired out across the room, grabbed both of them and slamming the door closed behind
BIAD's unexpected guests, pulled Tibbs and Mucklebones towards him affectionately.
him for the moment. Letting the hot water wash away the grime from his current employment, BIAD breathed deeply in the
shower and thought back to when he had ran the gauntlet with the famous Gunslinger.
There'd been a battle in a fortress... yes, he remembered that and then suddenly, the Man-Girl saw a naked Ninurta hunkered
down in a shadowy jungle with a makeshift spear leaning on his shoulder. If BIAD could frown, he'd have done it then, the image
seemed so real and recent.
Deep in his struggling thoughts, Boy In A Dress ignored his hair moving around as if it had a mind of its own. The long jet-black
tresses danced under the hot spray and seemed like a thousand night-vipers twisting in a beguiling hypnotic swaying motion.
Then it came to him, this was how he had first met the man of Vandalia. The Tree of Woes, the stealthy nature of the stranger
and the deep rage he could produce when he'd been wronged. BIAD waved a hand over the sensor and the jet of of water
stopped, it was all coming back to him now.
His waist-length hair lay lank on his shoulders once more and it had been a long time ago since BIAD had ever wondered how
his mane seemed to come to life without his knowledge.
Being almost dry at once as he stepped out of the shower, was a puzzle too.
"Necked as a Jaybird" Boy In A Dress muttered for no reason as he slipped his eternal red dress over his head, why would
he think these things? The ruby-red lips had even attempted the same drawl as the man that had once spoken it and he'd
even caught himself trying the lop-sided grin in the flaked and steam-blushed mirror of the bathroom
Ninurta did that rarely and it was generally after he'd found that reasoning wasn't the preferred tool in an interaction.
That struggling smile was also the usual signal that a loud noise was coming followed by the smell of gunpowder.
BIAD showed one of his own smiles as he felt the feelings of comradeship he had enjoyed back then rush across his body.
A different time and different part of the universe... all gone and almost forgotten.
"Almost..." croaked the stranger stood in his open doorway, "Aye, almost yer'bugger" the creature -that BIAD realised was
female by her form, reiterated. For ...oooh, about a second, the hermaphrodite in the crappy badly-lit room didn't know who
it was and as the name surfaced to brand the old female grey alien in the dirty poncho, another familiar voice arrived to enforce
what the grinning Boy In A Dress was beginning to believe.
"I wish... *pant*... I wish you wouldn't walk so fast" Tibbs said and appearing beside his wife, added "my legs aren't as
long as yours". The four-foot-nothing brains of an outfit that disbanded long ago, peered in to see if the person he'd always
called 'Mr. Devil' was at home.
That once-wet hair stretched like taffy, fired out across the room, grabbed both of them and slamming the door closed behind
BIAD's unexpected guests, pulled Tibbs and Mucklebones towards him affectionately.
Edith Head Gives Good Wardrobe.