Adi Thorn (on_a_red_horse) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-30 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | the memitim, war |
Who: The Memitim, War
What: Fixing a broken tool
Where: Undisclosed Location
When: Backdated to 1/25
Warnings: TBD
War was pretty fucking tired of finding herself in this particular situation. Being imprisoned not once but twice in the same century was down right frustrating and might have been embarrassing if the Horseman had been capable of feeling a full range of emotion. She had been slowly working through the fog and tangle of lies that National Security had knotted up in her head.
Unraveling the heathen made web of deceit was not easy – War had lost parts of herself when she started the process and without Malachi to fall back on her behavior had only become more erratic.
Now the Others were going to fix her. War didn’t want to be fixed.
Because it was only after she was whole would the real punishment begin.
“Would one of you mind itching my nose? My hands are sort of tied at the moment.”