livor -ix- voice ;

May 09, 2009 21:04

[Her transmission crackles to life midaction, the sound of a weapon being sheathed as something hits the ground near the communicator with a sickly thud.

There's a pause. Impatient. Irritated.]

Such a mess, this has become.

How... hm, typical. And yet, you all seem to be taking care of yourselves quite well.
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