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”New Glades, new policies. Hold ‘em at a distance.” Arrow spoke her own opinion with only half-interest, finding it ironic to a numerous degree that now Atbash was nearly sounding like Atticus, and Moth like Atbash when the verbal disagreement broke out over of the Pitt was to blame in its entirety when Dante went off the deep end. She still felt weird about eventually siding with not just a Pittian, but Gael of all people. Admittedly, she preferred the guy over all those that came before him. Had more manners, didn’t scream all the time like Jervis. Wasn’t Stryker, just, in general.
”Tsk, tsk, ladies, all this déjà-vu. I feel like we’ve been here.” She rolled her shoulders back until they popped, processing everything else in silence. Still dead, funeral, banned spooky graveyard. Got it. She looked over at Moth, briefly, as the reaper left, sympathy taking over the persistent lack of any notable emotion, still reeling emotionally from the very idea of Aurum and Siborno getting maimed, and she didn’t even know by what. Maybe that was the worst part.
Arrow winked when her name was mentioned by the new title, shaking off all the negativity. ”I am your humble servant, Elsie.” Jokes, but she did like how the title sounded. Yeah, confidant. Keeper of the swamp knowledge. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment when she thought about the Pitt and the “agreement” on the subject of Dante and his moment of being absolutely feral. ”Fuck, I was supposed to go over there to check on how they were kicking his ass. Issues on the homefront sort of...took precedence.” Like Seven’s murder, and the fact she would rather keep tabs on Elsweyr’s recovery than stalk a little man in a desert and get sand all over herself. ”No offense to the Pitt, but I’d rather just trust them than hound Gael until he gets agitated while getting sand up my ass just to be sure he’s limping around just right.” Arrow snorted, shaking her head with a grimace. ”But of course I’m goin’ with you. Typhoon too, they’re fun.”
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]”Tsk, tsk, ladies, all this déjà-vu. I feel like we’ve been here.” She rolled her shoulders back until they popped, processing everything else in silence. Still dead, funeral, banned spooky graveyard. Got it. She looked over at Moth, briefly, as the reaper left, sympathy taking over the persistent lack of any notable emotion, still reeling emotionally from the very idea of Aurum and Siborno getting maimed, and she didn’t even know by what. Maybe that was the worst part.
Arrow winked when her name was mentioned by the new title, shaking off all the negativity. ”I am your humble servant, Elsie.” Jokes, but she did like how the title sounded. Yeah, confidant. Keeper of the swamp knowledge. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment when she thought about the Pitt and the “agreement” on the subject of Dante and his moment of being absolutely feral. ”Fuck, I was supposed to go over there to check on how they were kicking his ass. Issues on the homefront sort of...took precedence.” Like Seven’s murder, and the fact she would rather keep tabs on Elsweyr’s recovery than stalk a little man in a desert and get sand all over herself. ”No offense to the Pitt, but I’d rather just trust them than hound Gael until he gets agitated while getting sand up my ass just to be sure he’s limping around just right.” Arrow snorted, shaking her head with a grimace. ”But of course I’m goin’ with you. Typhoon too, they’re fun.”