May 26, 2011 19:20
[Rei sounds tired.]
There's a breach in the wall at [x,y].
Stay away from it until it's fixed.
[Filtered to the shinigami // Private // Unhackable]
Can one of you set up a barrier until it can get fixed? Please?
it was just getting normal again,
evil: who needs it?,
stupid zombies,
stupid shinigami,
fucking demons and shit,
that is a lot of blood,
i top everyone deal with it,
burning the bodies,
!event: dystopian flux crossover,
missing people anonymous,
you fail the 'not evil' test,
doing my civic duty,
this is not good,
boys? a little help here?,
i quit my dayjob,
wait... what just happened?,
let the bodies hit the floor,
spams the network more than sasuke,
blunt post is blunt,
always be prepared,
more of a soldier than a teenager,
fuck you seriously,
stupid noah,
stupid ninjas,
i want to relax dammit,
overprotective is my middle name,
being social,
soldier of fire and justice
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Way to be specific, Rei.
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Pretty sure you have better uses for them.
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Oh, I do. But the supply is low, and I desperately need another nursery, you see.
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Good luck finding one.
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[And he's this close to hanging up because seriously, Tyki, all you're doing is wasting his time.]
Is that all you wanted?
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[He winks before closing the feed first.]
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[And that will be the only message she sends.]
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[He's pretty sure they were just empty threats, and he plans to keep them that way.]
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What are you doing?
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Come now. If anyone's causing mass panic...
[It's him.]
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I don't need you to stand up for me.
[She almost sounds offended. Almost. But a tiny part of her is grateful that someone is standing up for her.
Even if it's Tyki.]
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[It isn't very often Tyki jumps into Adstringendum politics - the last time had been when Sebastian had been outted as a demon - so YOU'RE WELCOME, SAILOR MARS.]
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She stares at him, for a long moment, before glancing back down at the ground. The mess is mostly cleaned up, and there isn't a lick of blood on Mars -- she was careful to avoid it.]
Then, next time, choose to let me deal with --
[But, suddenly, Mars turns away, and her shoulders shudder slightly as something lurches in her throat.
She has an iron-clad will -- but even Sailor Mars can't stay in the presence of coagulated disgusting blood for so long without her stomach trying to rebel.
When she talks again, her tone is a little odd and strained, but Mars forces out the words anyway.]
... choose to let me deal with it.
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If the shoe fits.
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... thanks.
[It's said very irritably -- almost irately -- and Mars is putting a lot more effort into that Fire Soul than strictly necessary, because her pride -- but it somehow still manages to be sincere.]
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