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realityshifted2011-08-14 05:34 pm
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008 [A Hand in the Darkness]
[Leela could not see the graffiti. It went far beyond – far deeper – than sight. The words burned behind her eyelids, written on her very soul in an unseen hand. It was enough to chill even the most hardened of warriors. She imagined them scrawled on the walls of the Capitol or the rock outcrops of the Axis. Perhaps even on the handful of buildings that were scattered around the Plane.
It was all for her, though. She was sure of it. The message was for her.
Kill yourself, they wrote. Kill yourself.]
You may wish me dead, but you could wait for a thousand years and you will still be wishing in vain. I will die in battle, defending my allies, not by my own hand.
[Her lips curled into a derisive smirk. (She did not realise that she had left the Axis when she addressed the invisible artist. She did not realise that others could listen to her.)]
You seem to know so much about me, but you do not know that I am a warrior of the Sevateem. I am no coward. You ... you, who hides in the shadows and writes secret messages in the darkness, are lower than a coward. You are lower than a snake in the grass. I dream of the day when a blade will find your slime filled throat. If the world is kind, I will be the one to bury it there.
It was all for her, though. She was sure of it. The message was for her.
Kill yourself, they wrote. Kill yourself.]
You may wish me dead, but you could wait for a thousand years and you will still be wishing in vain. I will die in battle, defending my allies, not by my own hand.
[Her lips curled into a derisive smirk. (She did not realise that she had left the Axis when she addressed the invisible artist. She did not realise that others could listen to her.)]
You seem to know so much about me, but you do not know that I am a warrior of the Sevateem. I am no coward. You ... you, who hides in the shadows and writes secret messages in the darkness, are lower than a coward. You are lower than a snake in the grass. I dream of the day when a blade will find your slime filled throat. If the world is kind, I will be the one to bury it there.

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[Even the Time Lords struggled with it at times and they were the most evolved race in her universe.]
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[He nods grimly, but he really likes shooting those damn things. ...And then he remembers she can't see the nod and pinches between his eyes, feeling a little dumb and huffing out his nose.]
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