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bodilesswarrior) wrote2013-11-01 12:03 am
bodilesswarrior) wrote2013-11-01 12:03 am
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[Her hands are clasped in front of her, lips a thin line. She looks more irritated than traumatised.
She can still feel the press of a mask, if she tries.]
Well, that was fun. [Her voice is dry and flat.]
Status, everyone?
[Private to people who went through the door]
What did you see? What do you remember?
[Private to the Emperor]
[A wry smile curves her lips.]
Guess the breach was prophetic.
[Private to Bond]
[It's a different sort of smile, this time, slight and sharp.]
I would have beaten you eventually.
[Not she; it would be easier, to think that way, but not particularly honest.]
She can still feel the press of a mask, if she tries.]
Well, that was fun. [Her voice is dry and flat.]
Status, everyone?
[Private to people who went through the door]
What did you see? What do you remember?
[Private to the Emperor]
[A wry smile curves her lips.]
Guess the breach was prophetic.
[Private to Bond]
[It's a different sort of smile, this time, slight and sharp.]
I would have beaten you eventually.
[Not she; it would be easier, to think that way, but not particularly honest.]
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Did you want something?
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