Thriteenth Bomb || VOICE

[muertederojo]

*Kimbley awakes, late in the night of August 9th, waking up in a small sweat. He rubs at his face and shifts his legs out of bed and sits on the edge of it, trying to recall what had happened. His blue eyes narrow down at his feet, recollecting his thoughts... His eyes snap open wide, looking at his bare clean palms. Then it all came back

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[braided_icarus]

Fooled twice?

[muertederojo]

Oh I'm sorry. I meant killed twice.

[braided_icarus]

....Again?

[muertederojo]

Yes. Again.

[braided_icarus]

What'd you do this time?

[muertederojo]

Nothing for once. Your Major General wanted to intimidate me.

[braided_icarus]

....I see.

[Actually. Yeah. He had seen the result of that, rather, caught her cleaning after it.]