Seventh shot

[with_an_accent]

951 Beulah Street

[Elsa's morning starts like any other. She wakes up, takes a shower and dresses, goes downstairs to make herself some tea and breakfast. It's hot and sunny, which is the kind of weather she expects in the United States in the middle of the summer. She even (finally!) has the eye, eardrum, and hair back that she traded for her

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John Doe Park

[lunawolves10th]

[ Have a giant space marine watching you in silence. ]

[with_an_accent]

[Elsa appreciates that he doesn't interrupt. That doesn't, however, mean she doesn't notice him. After she finishes a round, she glances his way.]

Can I help you?

4th wall joke :3

[lunawolves10th]

Hm.... have we met before?

:D

[with_an_accent]

[It takes a few moments of thought, but recognition does cross Elsa's face.]

You were leading a charge during the nonsense with the Milkman, weren't you? I believe we met briefly then.

Re: :D

[lunawolves10th]

You have the right of it, yes.

...

That was a good day, in many ways. We drank briefly of victory.

[with_an_accent]

Too briefly.

[Sigh. Scowl.]

What have you been up to since?

[lunawolves10th]

Mostly just trying to keep myself and my friends alive. There has been no real opportunity to strike a blow at the masters of the town, something I greatly regret.

[with_an_accent]

You're not the only one. But it's better to work at staying alive than wallowing in our situation. Staying the ☠☠☠☠ alive is hard enough in this hellhole.

[She fires a few more times at the nearest figure, obviously irritated by life right now.]