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Poetry
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[/sock] Theo, er, read Kestrel over my shoulder. And exploded at Zara. So, here's a log of it. [sock]
( In which we have explody!Theo and Zara ) -
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*scowls* Some days, I hate myself. -
Old Friends and/or Acquaintances
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Justitia's here. So is Liberation. It's lovely to see them again. ..Well, I knew they died. And I feel reponsible for it. And I just...well. *shrugs* I'm glad they're not angry with me, or anything like that ( Read more... ) -
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Well, I'm back. And here's one of the fruits of my journeying.
( As requested, a mountain!picture for Stock ) -
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*looks around* Would anyone on here like a drink? *grins* Courtesy of myself and my headmate, a very generous Frenchman. Anyways, let me know. Drinks, talking, whatever you'd like. -
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By way of Florian.
I don't want to know. Really. -
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My typist, being the daft girl that she is, has seen fit to get me an AIM screenname. So, if anyone wants to contact me, use DevilKestrel on AIM. -
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*fumes* God damn corrupt police officers. How was I supposed to know this place would be Cabbarus all over again?!