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[ --clicks on to the screech of something inhuman howling its lungs out, and the muffled sounds of someone whose communicator has turned on inside a pocket in the middle of a fight. More screeching, the ring of metal, and several crashing noises until the monster's yowling is cut abruptly short with a horrible wet sound. ]
[ Silence. ]
[ And then, much clearer and so completely calm, some actual speech. ]
Nuadoria. I had not thought to see thee again.
Thou art changed.
[ Silence. ]
[ And then, much clearer and so completely calm, some actual speech. ]
Nuadoria. I had not thought to see thee again.
Thou art changed.
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Date: 2009-04-18 02:10 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-04-18 02:20 am (UTC)From:She feels alive, this time. Perhaps she is no longer sleeping.