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“Ram-a-lama Flap Flap, girls!” ... “Ramalama flap flap.”
“Who caught the beast?”
“A ‘maid? A stray? Impossible.”
“Her? The one with the ruby tail? P. O. Seidon. No way.”
“The little fish outwits the big shark; ick happens.”
A mermaid called out from an upper gallery: “Run it through, ‘maid! Run. It. Thro-ough!!” Off duty Spadix guys began cheering and clamoring to wrap their knuckles upon the creature’s shell. Joy was lifted up and placed on top. She “Oohed” and began to laugh, nervously at first. The porter handed Joy her spear. She moved her bag to her hip, pulled her wet hair back, tied it in a wet knot, and posed triumphantly. The parade made its way to a butcher shop in the Dugong quarter.
“Who is she?”
“She’s Gam Dugong!”
“Who is she in Gam Dugong?”
“Who cares! She’s from Gam Dugong, hooray!”
“Dugong girls get a win, eh? Well, I suppose they deserve a win now and then.”
Joy set her spear across her lap, grinned, and rubbed her teeth with her index finger in a quick toothbrush like motion. She was surprised to see her finger was crusty black and purple. She looked around for her reflection in something – a glass window, a brass rail – she caught a glimpse. Her whole face was stained red with blood, white with Pterygotus gland juice, and black with octopus' ink. Pure horror. The stuff had stained her teeth and fangs. Blue fangs.
“Christ, I look like a freakshow,” she muttered to herself. Her admirers overheard:
“Hooray for the freakshow!”
She waved “elbow-elbow/wrist-wrist” like Old World royalty. Self-aware in this moment, she gave Rudy a once-over in the brighter light. He was a decent shade of cranberry red all over, then, down in the tailfin he (she/they/both) displayed webs of black cartilage veins in a hex pattern that gave way to fine dark purple barbs that fanned out into two points. She spread it open and shut. While her ankles felt restricted – like they were bound in cuffs, her pinky toes felt weirdly strong and purposeful – like index fingers. If ten car antennas had been extended out to their limits, snipped off with a wire cutter, and then duct taped; one to each of her toes – that might approximate the feeling. Her scales received a cool wisp of circulating Temple air across their glistening surface, causing her a full body shiver. Her hips were bigger, her weight was heavier, but the new equipment was hers. Rudy belonged to her. She certainly didn’t belong to him, that asshole. That literal asshole. She was in control. This was all her. The crowd cheered for her, remarking on her terrifying and gory attractiveness. “Own it,” she thought.
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