The North God"Where the fuck didja go, damn rat!?"
It wasn't actually a rat, but the shape and size of the feline, combined with Micaiah's frustrations, was enough to have it basically be a rat. Micaiah was on the last legs of her Europe tour, filled with tons of familiar demon cuisine and culture. Most recently, she arrived in Konisburg, which operated at stark contrast to the rest of Europe. Mostly in that the demon influence on the beautiful city was at a minimum. Also, because it was the first place she'd been to where a fucking cat stole her spray paint and skateboard.
Have no worrries, Micaiah wasn't out and about engaging in them nefarious degenerative acts. The girl found a flier on a bulletin board for art classes, and part of the class was practicing different kinds of art forms on different canvases. Today, they just finished using spray-paint cans for graffiti-style art on the bottom of skateboards. You brought your own skateboard, or the class provided one, and you could buy the skateboard to take home--which is exactly what Micaiah did.
But, on her way home, a cat ran across in front of her, practically begging
to be pet! And when she put her board down to pet it, the cat up and jumped on top of the skateboard and started speeding off. Like, really, really, speeding off. What?? Cats do that now? Nope, doesn't matter, the board had to be retrieved.
Fortunately, she found the board abandoned by some stone walls near the pier. Thank god it wasn't abandoned in the waters--it'd be a pain to go fishing for it. And just as Micaiah approached the stone walls to retrieve her board, she caught sight of someone already there, inspecting the masterpiece."Hey, you there! That board is mine, it's not lost or abandoned!"
Micaiah came running forward to the person.