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Twenty Sixth Wind [Voice]
Sep. 8th, 2008 02:39 pm-Well after Grell had posted, Virginia finally returned to the tent city, Angelina and Sougo not with her...and her face a mask of little to no emotion. She recognized just who Grell had "made beautiful"...
There is the sound of a gun being loaded very quickly. The bullets sound differently than the ones she had been using previously. They sound heavier and more metalic...has she cast actual LEAD bullets? Either way...-
Grell...You had better hope there's a higher tier of death gods to guide your kind into the afterlife.
-the barrel is spun for a moment, before being snapped into place and the hammer tested. She does the same for her smaller gun-
High Noon. Tomorrow. You and me. I'm no longer afraid...Angelina and Sougo taught me that much. It's either going to be you or me. That's the way it always was in the Wasteland...I think I'm finally beginning to understand.
-And no, she has no clue Jet arrived-
There is the sound of a gun being loaded very quickly. The bullets sound differently than the ones she had been using previously. They sound heavier and more metalic...has she cast actual LEAD bullets? Either way...-
Grell...You had better hope there's a higher tier of death gods to guide your kind into the afterlife.
-the barrel is spun for a moment, before being snapped into place and the hammer tested. She does the same for her smaller gun-
High Noon. Tomorrow. You and me. I'm no longer afraid...Angelina and Sougo taught me that much. It's either going to be you or me. That's the way it always was in the Wasteland...I think I'm finally beginning to understand.
-And no, she has no clue Jet arrived-
