Chapter 1.
What the bloody hell is going on here?
I’m supposed to be dead, for God’s sake, and now I’m quite alive and breathing at the moment. Not that I’m complaining or anything, it’s certainly a relief to be alive, but it is not my idea of an excellent, tea-sipping time to be thrown out of London!
Who did it? Who? Was it the Council?
If so, what a rubbish load of thanks for saving the city this is. I die, and this is what you -
...
I’m not dead.
I’m not -
What is this place?
I should be dead. I'm still bleeding. I remember the Detonation, I remember the Staff. I don't understand.
ooc; Strikes are hackable, I suppose. If you have Resilience. Or you are a Djinni.
I’m supposed to be dead, for God’s sake, and now I’m quite alive and breathing at the moment. Not that I’m complaining or anything, it’s certainly a relief to be alive, but it is not my idea of an excellent, tea-sipping time to be thrown out of London!
Who did it? Who? Was it the Council?
If so, what a rubbish load of thanks for saving the city this is. I die, and this is what you -
...
I’m not dead.
I’m not -
What is this place?
I should be dead. I'm still bleeding. I remember the Detonation, I remember the Staff. I don't understand.
ooc; Strikes are hackable, I suppose. If you have Resilience. Or you are a Djinni.