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[Feb. 19th, 2008|02:14 am] |
*slowly emerges from a murky grey oblivion, gradually becoming aware that there is light and warmth on the other side of the fog* *registers vague surprise at this revelation--remembers only death and destruction and screams and the terrible, rending darkness*
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*opens her eyes and takes in the clean, comfortable room around her* *does not recognize the place, or the strange machinery beeping nearby (in time with her heart?)*
*takes in a deep breath, pulls her senses into focus, and listens*
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*is unnerved more by the silence than by the unfamiliar and unexpected surroundings*
*instinctively reaches for the other half of her soul* Námo...? |
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[Feb. 15th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
*potters around the Halls for the morning, doing a spot of spring-cleaning*
*hears the siren go off* *checks his watch and shrugs, nodding*
*discorporates and swings by Lórell Inn to visit his brother*
*sits at the kitchen table, palms flat on the surface* So. Murder victim came in this morning. Been a while since I had one of those. |
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