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Seemed to be more than one person at the bar with a gun today. However, Aeryn seemed to be having a little more trouble with hers. Every so often tiny bolts of golden light would shoot from the tip of it, illuminating her worn face.
There were accompanying curse words in a language only a few other would understand.
She was trying not to think about the past, or a certain human or anything at all. The gun was a welcome distraction, but it didn't make it any less frustrating.
[OOC: Open for slowtime and regular-time on and off all day, because...well, there's something I'd give anything not to think about too!]
There were accompanying curse words in a language only a few other would understand.
She was trying not to think about the past, or a certain human or anything at all. The gun was a welcome distraction, but it didn't make it any less frustrating.
[OOC: Open for slowtime and regular-time on and off all day, because...well, there's something I'd give anything not to think about too!]