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[Feb. 1st, 2011|04:08 pm] |
WHO: Ariel and Raziel
WHAT: Pooling information
WHERE: Uruk
WARNINGS: The usual. Snark, snark, snark.
Ariel popped into what looked like an entrance hall, though it was empty. Compared to London, it was very warm, and he undid his shirtsleeves, pressing them up to his elbows. He felt out of place, as if he'd landed in Cleopatra's court, though Miss Astarte was no Cleopatra. Still, he wasn't about to spend much more time in this place, not when he had an appointment to keep. "Raziel?" He called. "It's me; are you here?" He could have teleported to the wrong place, for all he knew; he'd teleported based on his best guess. |
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