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[ Footsteps. For the first few minutes, the footsteps are all one hears-- faint, echoing slightly, accompanied by the faint wind tossing thin plastic and paper down pavement. There are no other noises, no other signs to indicate that there is anyone around. ]
[ The footsteps stop. That familiar click, then the sounds of a spark wheel under a thumb-- exhalation, and more background interference-- the wind tossing about perhaps a newspaper. This silence-but-not-quite lasts for an uncomfortable two minutes or so.... ]
No destruction. But there will be battle, will there?
[ More breathing out-- more smoke escaping, and then a long drag of air. ]
There's never a dull moment.
[ Then the sounds of paper sheafs rustling in the wind-- much clearer in audio quality than the rustling newspaper on the street-- and then static. ]
[ Footsteps. For the first few minutes, the footsteps are all one hears-- faint, echoing slightly, accompanied by the faint wind tossing thin plastic and paper down pavement. There are no other noises, no other signs to indicate that there is anyone around. ]
[ The footsteps stop. That familiar click, then the sounds of a spark wheel under a thumb-- exhalation, and more background interference-- the wind tossing about perhaps a newspaper. This silence-but-not-quite lasts for an uncomfortable two minutes or so.... ]
No destruction. But there will be battle, will there?
[ More breathing out-- more smoke escaping, and then a long drag of air. ]
There's never a dull moment.
[ Then the sounds of paper sheafs rustling in the wind-- much clearer in audio quality than the rustling newspaper on the street-- and then static. ]