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asgardmeridiem2012-04-09 10:20 am
zothiquekey) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-04-09 10:20 am
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[Closed] This steel hand will never reach you
Who: Sebastian Moran (zothiquekey ), Mary Clarissa Christie (murderiwrote ), and Charlotte Brontë (lilyheart ).
What: Moran prepares to leave through the Gate of Fog, when two unwelcome guests join her.
When: Day 64, morning.
Where: The Gate of Fog.
Rating: PG
She knew better than to blindly trust the word of gods, all of whom seemed to take pleasure in their troubles and suffering: nothing more than macabre spectators who enjoyed bringing destruction, inciting panic, feeding chaos. She had done her best to warn the golden-eyed girl, and to ensure that her friend would watch over her in her place, considering her role to be complete. As it was her duty to protect Objective A, she would not allow her to chase whatever flight of fancy she chose to pursue, not without first having confirmed that the promise of home was not a trap. If all went smoothly, she would no longer dwell in this city with its trickery and illusions, anticipating the icy streets of 1905, London once again. If.
What laid beyond the gates could easily be worse than heads combusting, or a vision of M betraying her. This place had made her as vulnerable as the next person, the black stitches sewn neatly into her side serving as a visceral reminder of that. However, now was not a time for cowardice. If she could find her master, then any harm would have been well worth it. For M's sake, she was prepared to do anything.
Possessing no personal items of her own, it had made leaving the welcome hall simple. It was early enough that she could see no others around, and it was still dark enough that no one would be awake. Mary Clarissa would be sleeping safely in her bed, at this hour. Her gun tucked securely at her side, Moran approached the gates in measured strides.
zothiquekey ), Mary Clarissa Christie (murderiwrote ), and Charlotte Brontë (lilyheart ).What: Moran prepares to leave through the Gate of Fog, when two unwelcome guests join her.
When: Day 64, morning.
Where: The Gate of Fog.
Rating: PG
She knew better than to blindly trust the word of gods, all of whom seemed to take pleasure in their troubles and suffering: nothing more than macabre spectators who enjoyed bringing destruction, inciting panic, feeding chaos. She had done her best to warn the golden-eyed girl, and to ensure that her friend would watch over her in her place, considering her role to be complete. As it was her duty to protect Objective A, she would not allow her to chase whatever flight of fancy she chose to pursue, not without first having confirmed that the promise of home was not a trap. If all went smoothly, she would no longer dwell in this city with its trickery and illusions, anticipating the icy streets of 1905, London once again. If.
What laid beyond the gates could easily be worse than heads combusting, or a vision of M betraying her. This place had made her as vulnerable as the next person, the black stitches sewn neatly into her side serving as a visceral reminder of that. However, now was not a time for cowardice. If she could find her master, then any harm would have been well worth it. For M's sake, she was prepared to do anything.
Possessing no personal items of her own, it had made leaving the welcome hall simple. It was early enough that she could see no others around, and it was still dark enough that no one would be awake. Mary Clarissa would be sleeping safely in her bed, at this hour. Her gun tucked securely at her side, Moran approached the gates in measured strides.