Well, now that most have had a chance to either ruffle or settle their metaphorical feathers, a return to the traditional carnage and mayhem of our little coop is in order, yeah? A riot, perhaps. I don't think we've had a proper one while I've been here. Murder gets so blase after a certain point. Murder in the most familiar sense in any case. Show
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Oh, your must say these things to be humorous. I see now.
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...Where are you from, exactly?
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In any case, wishful thinking gets us nowhere. He's shown himself clearly capable of doing something stupid in almost every circumstance. He needs a handler. At the very least, a manager of some kind.
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[And, a moment later, there she is. TADA.
She shuts the door behind her.] How are you, overall?
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Well, I'm sore, and I have the nagging sensation that I still smell like gore even after four baths, but given everything, not too poorly. This is healing up nicely.
[She taps at a series of scratches - faded to shallow welts - on her neck]
The Admiral's doing, I suppose. Thank goodness for small favors. How are you? How long have you been back?
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I think. Not giving up doesn't mean, um, goading everyone else into doing so, right?
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Um, what sparked this, change of heart?
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