War is in one of the outbuildings with her bike, checking it over. The world glows a soft red in her mind's eye, shot through with brighter flashes of scarlet battles... and then a glint. A glistening, glowing off-white.
She's not seen that for a while, and hasn't been expecting it. Putting her tools on one side, she straightens, and slips outside, looking along the horizon and the tree line. If she's not mistaken, there's a faint toxic glow...
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Date: Tuesday, 12 May 2009 12:38 (UTC)She's not seen that for a while, and hasn't been expecting it. Putting her tools on one side, she straightens, and slips outside, looking along the horizon and the tree line. If she's not mistaken, there's a faint toxic glow...