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[halftree]

[Enter a young girl wearing a strange sort of camouflage. It has cat ears. This girl, easily no older than eleven or twelve, also has an enormous sniper rifle strapped to her back. And sitting on her head is what appears to be a tiny plush squid. Oh, wait, it's real. Well. Real-ish. Semantics. Even though her entrance was very deliberate, she looks

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[dontfeartreaper]

Nice weapon.

[halftree]

[She perks up at that.]

Mosin Nagant.

[dontfeartreaper]

[Grins] I thought that I recognized the Russian's design.

[halftree]

[No smiles. But she looks happy, at least.]

Sniper?

[dontfeartreaper]

[Works for him]

I like theHungarian M/52 rifle more though, the darkly blued steel give it class and the quality is better. You should try one of those.

[halftree]

...My rifle.

[dontfeartreaper]

I can see that.

[And since his powers work here. He snaps his fingers and the Hungarian M/52 rifle appears on his hand.] I was talking about that one.

[halftree]

[blink]

Good rifle. But not mine.

[a moment's pause as she looks the gun over]

Are you military?

[dontfeartreaper]

[He looks down at her and back at the rifle before to offer it to her.] You can have it, I don't need it.

No, I'm something more dangerous.

[halftree]

[she closes her eyes, then opens them again. slowly.] I don't either. [the squid on her head goes "kwui-kwui".]

...Cobra?

[dontfeartreaper]

[He shrugs and makes the weapon disappear.]

Worse.

[halftree]

Mm.

[a contemplative pause]

The End. [sounds like an introduction there, chief.]

[dontfeartreaper]

[That's her name? He's givng her a curious look.]

Crowley.

[halftree]

[Name, code name, same thing. She returns it.]

Magister Templi. Silver Star. Dead, 1947.

[dontfeartreaper]

[Hn..]

Anthony j. Crowley, Flash bastard, 6 thousand years old.

[halftree]

[Not actually much of a surprise to her. Zeppy-san (the squid has a name) looks uneasy.]

Demon?