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[blackvwatch-blog]

“That ain’t tha kind of theater that I was hopin’ for, but I guess I can get ta work puttin’ up Throwblack again...” 

Too bad he doesn’t have any films but one...

[albxnoiisms-blog]

“what the actual hell did i stumble into here?”

[dirtybets-blog]

“You know, I spent so long saying I wanted to go back out into the field... I never would have thought the field would come back to me first.”

[scarsbyfate-blog]

The bleeding had mostly stopped, but the Captain's arm still throbbed painfully as she made her way into a cave. She'd been out on patrol when some Guardians had spotted her, attacking her on sight. If it had only been one, maybe Triksin would have tried to fight them. But there were three, and she'd had no choice but to run -- and judging by her arm, it was a good decision. A rocket shot her way had missed actually hitting her, but the debris it kicked up from exploding had sliced deeply into the eliksni's arm.

And now, she was pretty sure she'd gotten away for real. Exhausted, feeling lightheaded from the panic and blood loss, she had been overjoyed to find a small cave along the rocky cliffs. The main ketch for Scars was pretty far, and she'd been forced to run in the opposite direction of her skiff to escape her attackers. So, for tonight, she was probably stuck spending the night in this cold, snowy hellscape.

The cave wasn't very deep, but still enough to provide shelter from the bitter wind outside. Triksin leaned against the back wall, her cloak pulled around in an attempt to cover her and keep her own warmth near her body. She was frustrated. Tired. But at least, she thought... she had survived another encounter with those damned lightbearers.

[512kgs-blog]

             "I keep hearing others say they would like me to 'crush them'." The large woman says, leaning forward just barely in her seat. The very corner of her lip turns up in the tiniest smile. "I do not think they would really want me to take them up on that offer."

[nicostrikes]

Nico Nico Nii!~

[morteparla-archive]

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❝ … ❞

She's silent, for some reason, simply refusing to talk. Perhaps it's simply disbelief, or anger, or maybe even     

No, that's wrong. She's deaf, she's a mute. That's right. She keeps forgetting, even though it happened so long ago. Somedays, she just woke up, expecting to let out a huge yawn and say    

Nothing.

The words just wouldn't come. Sure she could make noises, but stringing together words? That was a completely different matter. Not that it would matter anyway, she couldn't even hear them.

Sigh...  

She's glad she'd let her hair down, otherwise she would be tugging at her braids, trying to pull them off. She did that, when she was worried. It was merely a habit, though, a painful one. She needed to quit it, somehow.

Another sigh, and she begins braiding her hair into it's usual plaits.

Again.