THIRTY-ONE : Burn burn the hate that gets you through

[wristsniper]

[GREETINGS, Mayfield! Olivier has awakened quite early on the first of August, despite having killed a man rather cruelly the day before (yes we moved the date). It doesn't seem to bother her. Very discreetly, she has removed the offending bloodstains from the walls, covered those on the carpet, and turned over the couch cushions

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[ponypuncher]

Reupholster? This village gets weirder and weirder every time I pick up this thing.

[wristsniper]

Yes. It's ugly.

...I haven't heard you before. New?

[ponypuncher]

Yeah.

I have no idea what 'reupholster' even means, lady.

[wristsniper]

I want to recover the couch. It's ugly. You just put new fabric on.

Who are you, then?

[ponypuncher]

Hm. Doesn't sound too hard.

Thorkell!

[wristsniper]

It takes some measure of skill.

Major General Armstrong. How long have you been here?

[ponypuncher]

I've never done anything like that 'fore.

Oho? You're a General too? [WHAT IS THIS WITH WIMMINS AND BEING FIGHTERS THIS IS KIND OF AMAZING.]

[wristsniper]

Yes, I am. [ORZ THIS REACTION.]

[ponypuncher]

Great! I am too! [BEHOLD, GENERAL FROM THE 1000S.]

[wristsniper]

...Are you? What sort of strengths do you have?

[ponypuncher]

Where I come from, there was only one man stronger than me.

[wristsniper]

Only one?

[ponypuncher]

Before he died, yeah. ...But his kid's pretty strong. Last duel we had, he managed to gouge my left eye out. Ain't sure how, but it came back when I woke up here. Tips of my two fingers are back, too.

[wristsniper]

...Only the tips were lost?