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who: Yuuko Ichihara and Nathan Petrelli
what: witches meet politicians
She had never been one for office buildings, too linear and crisp in design for her taste. The receptionist stared at first, but as soon as she smiled back she seemed not to notice her at all, going back to work as if the woman wasn't even there. Yuuko let her hand trail along the blandly colored wall, smiling to herself as she walked down the nondescript official government hall.
She had given her children the day off, told them to rest up and get ready. She didn't say for what; her own visions were still cloudy. She knew it was soon, but not exactly when. She knew roughly what, but not roughly how. She was almost sure she couldn't stop it, perhaps slow it, but not avoid the event completely. But she could at least leave warnings, at least try and open the path. Everything had already been decided. Nothing had been set in stone.
She gave the door a slight look-over, eying the shined name plaque before giving the woood three short raps while her pale hand, waiting with a look nothing short of smiling serene for a reply.
what: witches meet politicians
She had never been one for office buildings, too linear and crisp in design for her taste. The receptionist stared at first, but as soon as she smiled back she seemed not to notice her at all, going back to work as if the woman wasn't even there. Yuuko let her hand trail along the blandly colored wall, smiling to herself as she walked down the nondescript official government hall.
She had given her children the day off, told them to rest up and get ready. She didn't say for what; her own visions were still cloudy. She knew it was soon, but not exactly when. She knew roughly what, but not roughly how. She was almost sure she couldn't stop it, perhaps slow it, but not avoid the event completely. But she could at least leave warnings, at least try and open the path. Everything had already been decided. Nothing had been set in stone.
She gave the door a slight look-over, eying the shined name plaque before giving the woood three short raps while her pale hand, waiting with a look nothing short of smiling serene for a reply.