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[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[someone new appears on the Plane; she's sitting in a manual wheelchair, wearing a sleek black headset, and balanced on her lap are two thin silver rods

for a moment, she looks stunned, but then her expression closes, and when she speaks, her voice is cool and calm]

Azrael? Azrael, do you read me? ...No, I thought not. [she pulls the receiver down so that it hangs round her neck, and begins to move, cautious and alert; her chair rolls silently across the stars, and her gaze moves with sharp precision

she's memorising every inch of it]

Comments

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[WELL YES.

She felt that was obvious, and conveys it by dint of bratty face.]

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[you get an amused one in turn] I'm a bit semantic.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

It can be helpful.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

But you like to be cryptic.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[This face.]

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

No?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It's in the language.