May 27, 2011 21:53
[The first thing you hear is a crash, loud like the shattering of rock, the collapse of buildings made of stone. Maybe that's what it is.]
[The next is a sharp huff - Priscilla, who apparently hadn't intended that to happen just as she hit record.]
[And then...]
Arthur, I ask you to take command of the Patrol until this has-- [Passed? Resolved? She hesitates briefly.] --until I can return. ...this is a war that carries over from my world. For now, I must act as a warrior, and not as a commander or general.
...fitting. This is what I'm made for, anyway.
[And then a sharp click as she disconnects.]
!priscilla,
arthur pendragon