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driftfleet2016-08-20 06:49 pm
revengeofthemordsith) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-20 06:49 pm
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[ not that kind of sith ]
Who: Cara + You
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!
[ She felt stiff. The surface on which she lay on was too smooth, too even. She groans, stretching her eyes and gazing at her surroundings, her cat-like eyes sharp and wary. This was not the Midlands. With a graceful leap, she lands on her feet in a careful crouch, reading for her weapons –
. . . Her agiels. Gone. She straightens, a scowl marring her face. Without caring who heard her, she speaks, her voice cold and deadly. ]
I don’t know how you managed to touch my agiels, considering they pay you back in pain tenfold. But if you are foolish enough to take them, I assume you are foolish enough to test my patience.
I’ll warn you though. Do not test it for long or I’ll pay it back, inch by inch. Now. . .
[ She surveys the bridge. She knows she’s being watched, even though she can’t tell how. Honed battle instincts whisper to her that this is a strange situation and there’s little she can do about it . . . for now.
In the most deadpan of voices. ]
Why is everything metal and why was it necessary? Did someone murder every architect? Because I would for this . . . lazy work.
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!
[ She felt stiff. The surface on which she lay on was too smooth, too even. She groans, stretching her eyes and gazing at her surroundings, her cat-like eyes sharp and wary. This was not the Midlands. With a graceful leap, she lands on her feet in a careful crouch, reading for her weapons –
. . . Her agiels. Gone. She straightens, a scowl marring her face. Without caring who heard her, she speaks, her voice cold and deadly. ]
I don’t know how you managed to touch my agiels, considering they pay you back in pain tenfold. But if you are foolish enough to take them, I assume you are foolish enough to test my patience.
I’ll warn you though. Do not test it for long or I’ll pay it back, inch by inch. Now. . .
[ She surveys the bridge. She knows she’s being watched, even though she can’t tell how. Honed battle instincts whisper to her that this is a strange situation and there’s little she can do about it . . . for now.
In the most deadpan of voices. ]
Why is everything metal and why was it necessary? Did someone murder every architect? Because I would for this . . . lazy work.
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Yeah. Me too.
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