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Date: Thursday, 11 June 2009 08:56 (UTC)
War broke the greeting by trailing one fingernail over the back of his hand. She smiled as a trail of blood followed it, stark against the white.

"Who knows?" War said. She preferred her human form, really - so much more opportunity to get down and dirty and play with her toys. "I was amusing myself down at the base near here, but it turns out that this place has a well-stocked bar. It also just so happens to be somehow under the control - or protection, maybe both - of a certain Adam, local to this area, who has said we can stay here, on condition that we don't hurt each other, the manor, or the town."

She scanned Pollution's face for a reaction, aware that the fire in her own eyes burned with a darker intensity when she mentioned his name.
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