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Post by Chloro on Mar 6, 2014 21:54:10 GMT -8
Um. Er.
She snapped her head up, her pupils constricting to pinpoints as she identified the uniform. She could feel the thunderstorm racing into her hands to lunge for the throat. But that was Chloro. Instead, she arranged herself as fast as she would have killed a man, dropping her boots, tossing her cigarette and demurely folded her hands into her lap, carefully trying to mask the earlier glare.
Although she could not help herself from grinning. Lay it on. With a trowel. Please. Her shift was not due to start quite yet but she was always one to make an early start.
I. Don't.
She let the solid black hair hang slightly over her face.
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Post by The Major on Mar 7, 2014 13:20:11 GMT -8
"Don't act so innocent. You look like a terrible death. That's what you are, no? Death? You reek of it. And that's what you're here to do, no? It's funny, because you're here, on Shili, and you know exactly whose flag flows here, the only people who can abide by and thirst for Lady Death herself. The truth is that you look like happiness. It must be so great to kill and kill endlessly. Alas! How dark and immature I must sound! Why not enjoy these moments with me, a lowly person to the likes of you."
Through out his dissertation of the soul, the officer grins and frowns with the frequency of either a bipolar person, or someone pretending. Possibly both.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 7, 2014 20:28:06 GMT -8
Once again, against her nature, she made a hash of trying conceal her anger at being sussed out and her glee at finding someone who could appreciate it. It was impossible to be a waitress around a man like this, who was like a fisherman using his backside as pirahana bait. She leaned forward and rested her head in her hands, framing her face with the inhuman hands and grinned even wider. There was no pretence of restraint. She stood up. He called her a terrible death and she'd show him what it looked like. It was vision of perfection born of fanaticism to beauty.
Black hair, one red eye, one missing eye. A porcelain complexion, an unnatural glow to the skin.
You. Aren't...
Abruptly, she broke off mid-stutter-stop as her stomach growled loud enough to cut her off. It growled again, although this time it sounded more like a strangled mewl. She gestured apologetically and thrust her hand into her gut. Her arm continued until it was elbow deep before she pulled it out again, holding a head that came free with an odd cork popping sound. The tooth-lined head was biting down on the hand that held it.
Bother.
Cradling the head and stroking it now, lovingly, Chloro's head calmed down and was sucking on the hand that held it. Slowly the eye returned to the well-groomed officer with the labourious intensity of an artillery piece being sighted.
There's. Some. Thing. Off. In. Your. Smile.
You. Death. Loving. Freak.
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Mar 8, 2014 5:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Mar 8, 2014 5:39:09 GMT -8
"Okay. Okay. Now THAT'S different. I'll call uncle. Loving death is one thing. It's another to get (I'm positive there is no adjective to describe what you do to people) whatever it is you do, which is enough to make me blush and have a touch of nausea. You got me, alright? Is it so bad to admit defeat before the first shot or melted hand bending? Possibly. It possibly gives you an upper hand. I'd like to note that I've already lost the upper hand when I saw your face, that glowing eye, that wound in place of the other, hair darker than coal, and hands screaming of both delicate use, and chaotic as well."
Visibly from his hand gestures and shattered facial expressions, one could only surmise that he was legitimately disturbed, and afraid. The fear did not drive the officer away -that would be unbecoming. Fear is exactly what kept him pushing forward and confessing his feelings of affection for this "girl." It certainly wasn't sense. Sense would be to run as fast possible in retrograde.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 8, 2014 8:40:34 GMT -8
She had him alright. What peculiar magnetism they shared! The more frightened he was, the more he drew her to him, until she backed him into the wall, so close he could feel the heat of her skin. Isn't this what he wanted? To have her so close that it was hard to breathe? Her hands were filled with a desire squeeze the life out of the pretty boy soldier who seemed to lack the proper respect.
Shush.
But fear was something she appreciated. It was a great learning start. Also, in the interests of personal gratification, it was a lot more satisfying to have someone submit before the finger breaking session. It wasn't that Chloro particularly liked breaking fingers - she liked that it gave her the attention she demanded. Maybe there were subtler ways, but when she crush throats, why bother with finesse?
I. Like. It. Better.
It was wonderful how being scared focused a person. You forgot the things that worried you, the plans for the future, yourself. All that mattered was here and now. Now, the second head latched itself to her body, freeing her hands for the next act. She grabbed him by the lower jaw and dragged his head down to her eye level, their foreheads touching. At this range, she could see his fear in his eyes. Maybe her could see her euphoria.
When. You're. Afraid. Of. Me. You'll. Be. Invincible.
Her breath was something minty with other herbs. The paragon of cleanness.
Nothing. Can. Terrify. You. Ever. Again.
Chloro's hands gave a gentle twist, levering the jaw slightly. Enough to hurt but nothing permanent. She was like a sponge, soaking up his terror.
Then she released him.
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Post by The Major on Mar 8, 2014 18:57:23 GMT -8
Well this escalated more than quickly. A couple of quick teases had lead to a situation far more awkward than death. He was terrified at a point and to an extent, but after actually making physical contact, this meeting was transported from a world of reality to one of a dream, or nightmare. How could these things be? Who could comprehend them without baffling their sanity?
Internally, he cannot grasp what he sees and feels with anything even resembling thought. Outwardly, he shuts down, and shuts down so thoroughly that even the prospect of embarrassment or death cannot shake him. Thus, the officer remains silent, expecting everything yet nothing from the next moment.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 8, 2014 19:42:11 GMT -8
Helge awoke with a start- her head felt as if it were cracked open and the rest of her body was incredibly cold. She was on the floor, nearly naked save for her skivvies, not remembering how she got there. She recognized where she was at least; she was in the pantry of the restaurant she worked in, for how long, she couldn't tell. She sat up slowly, feeling her head for blood. None. That was a good sign at least. Though she couldn't explain why or how she lost her clothing, she was more preoccupied with covering up as soon as possible. She stood up slowly, looking for an improvised outfit, someone's jacket or a sack even, to borrow momentarily. Unfortunately, she only found a full frontal dirty apron that tied in the back, but it was better than nothing. She put on and tied the deplorable excuse for clothing and hoped that no one would see her make the dash to the employees only area where her "civilian" clothes awaited.
She stuck her head out the pantry door, looking around at the restaurant goers, not trying to draw attention doing so. She noticed a black haired woman standing suspiciously close to a man who looked as if he were speaking to a demon. Helge squinted, recognizing the uniform she wore- it was hers! How could no one have noticed she was gone for so long!? In fact, where were all of her co-workers?
Helge dashed to the changing room, covering her bum with her hands as best as she could manage. When she entered, no one was inside. Paradoxically worried and relieved, she threw on her black pants, white tank and leather jacket. She also slipped her pocket knife from her boot to the back pocket of her pants, just in case something went wrong.
Something was off still. A dripping noise could be heard from the corner of the room. A steady staccato of drips slightly echoed, falling into a pool of liquid. Helge creeped closer, cautiously expecting another attack. When she peered around the lockers, all that was seen was a dark pool of crimson, growing slowly, being fed from above. The drops were coming from a vent in the ceiling, but Helge wasn't going to be the one to investigate further. She left the area, entered the restaurant itself, and saw the couple from earlier still there. Helge stood transfixed by the horror she witnessed, unsure if it were real or an illusion. Whichever it was, she couldn't move due to the sheer terror of the act as well as the one eyed woman herself.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 9, 2014 8:26:51 GMT -8
Peh.Turning her back on the jarred officer she held the table, giving a rueful exhalation that sounded like a bit of her essence escaping through her mouth. It was bleeding off the frustration of her soul to have the answers of the galaxy and be unable to share it with others. The head nibbled and drooled on her uniform. Plucking the head off, she admired it at arms length. Look what happened to Chloro when she saw it. Pitiful. Little. Monster. she thought as she tossed it lazily in the air. Although, she could still be useful. Stay. Put.Chloro said, rather unnecissarily, to rooted officer as she walked absent-mindedly to the next room marked "Managers". There was a clink as a vent opened, a thud and something wet being torn. Then Chloro came back, now dressed in a monochromatic manager's two-piece suit that seemed to be made for her. Didn't Shili at least have a casual Friday? The whole place looked like a funeral parade. At least it looked official enough to get by. And with the officer by her side, she would be able to carry a pretence of authority. Maybe the bloodstained collar would look like a fashion statement.
The reason why the suit fit Chloro so well was because it had been made for the body she was currently wearing. By vacating the one, she was able to fit the head back onto the monster's body. A simplier arrangement. It was like discovering another set of hands. Which now wore Helge's waitresses dress, that moments ago might have looked flattering on Chloro's perfect form, but now seemed oddly macabre.I. Think. We're. Done. Here. The. Food. Was. Terrible.Chloro's other half smiled at the joke. It was like watching a full moon rise, how the teeth came together in a perfect circle. It didn't was any facial real-estate with stuff like eyes or a nose. It was literally a giant mouth that ended where the brown hair started. Although, she didn't have too much difficulty in orientating herself to face her other half. They shared a moment. The back of the restaurant was a mess. The loading staff had no idea what to do with themselves when the frozen meat came to life. It was kind of annoying that had been delivered to the wrong place. Luckily, one of the staff members had decided escape into a solid wall, otherwise, they wouldn't have had a single unstained outfit to wear.Officer. We. Need. Weapons. And. Transport.
Was it a statement of fact? It was more like a command, especially when Chloro asked you with the one half grinning manically and the other giving you a calculated stare over her steepled fingers.
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Post by The Major on Mar 9, 2014 9:09:26 GMT -8
What a nightmare this was churning and surging out to be. He would risk pulling out a datapad that would raise an alarm and set in course both his death and what appeared to be a very young Frau's life forfeiting as well. Though, this thing had obviously had killed at least a few of the citizens that this Reich had sworn to protect.
Well, that wasn't exactly true. They swore to use them. But protection seemed like something that would be included in the "Welcome to Fascism" package.
Hell, the fear was so thick that the yellow had drained from his voice.
"I-impossible. The city is currently on lock down and in martial law. No traffic is allowed either outbound or inbound. You're stuck here. Not even the Ice Queen herself could penetrate the area without a war breaking out. You might as well settle in instead of -instead of -ugh. " A wave of sickness racks his stomach and chop up his statement. "Whatever the Hell it is you're doing."
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 9, 2014 17:34:28 GMT -8
The former waitress was still able to remain conscious and standing, much to her amazement. Her mouth gaped, but was too preoccupied to notice. She implored her sanity to tell her she was dreaming, but the distinct smell of mint wafting in her direction was evidence to the contrary. She looked to the officer with the silly notion that he would know what to do, kill the monster, save the day, then whisk her away from her parent's house and live contentedly for the rest of their lives. But he stood there, just as terrified and obviously twice as nauseous. If she knew who this girl, or what this creature was-- no, even if she did have that information, what could she possibly do?
Helge tried to say something, but only a raspy breath escaped her lips. While the flooded motor that was her brain tried to rev up a solution, her shaking hand slowly went to her back pocket. She tried to play it off as an itch, hoping this girl wouldn't notice the taunt bulge in her pocket. She laced her fingers around the knife's hilt, ready to open and lunge if need be.
"I-I-I..." she stuttered, keeping her eyes on the ever evolving being. "- think I can help you... There's a p-pirate who lives a few miles from here who c-can do forgeries. M-maybe we can get him to give you credentials? A way to f-fly off of Shili? There is martial law for some reason, but maybe the road we need to down won't be as-as-as guarded as the major settlements..." Helge appeared to be asking this creature to affirm her statements, as she seemed to have lost her speech capabilities. Hopefully she could fill the soldier in on her plan, but for now, she had to go on her instincts.
Hopefully this creature wasn't able to read her mind as well as she could pick up the fear these humanoids oozed.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 10, 2014 8:05:10 GMT -8
Silence stretched uncomfortably while the two halves of Chloro stared at the Officer. There was nowhere that she couldn't go, not from Tython to Corellia. The icy composure, reminiscent of the witch herself, seemed to be cracking, even in spite of the officer's awareness of how delicately his life balanced on a razor's edge of Chloro's magnanimity. Her steepled fingers curled into fists. And she was better than Diva. In every way!
But then the Mouth turned to face the former waitress, insofar as an array of teeth had a face, who was indiscreetly staring at them. The first stutters got Chloro's attention and maybe prevented her volatile nature from exploding. Who was that girl? Oh, she knew people. A pirate, of all people? She knew those. She could work with that. Maybe of the Bloodrage Pirates, who knew? There were still options before risking a frontal assault again. Excellent. Some. One. Here. Has. Some. Brains.
Eat. HimChloro pointed at nervous wreck of Officer Don Juan while she sauntered over to the nervous female. What were they all so worried about? As long as they batted for her team, they would be safe. Throwing an arm over the waitress's shoulders, she embraced Helge with the body of her former employer and turned her away from the Officer and the Mouth. Welcome. Aboard. Ms. Ms. Ms.She was looking for something to call the waitress by, but having the verbal delicacy of a wood chipper, it was difficult to even change her tone of voice to ask a question.
 It asked, having now a slightly closer proximity to the unknown soldier. It was hard to guess what it was thinking. Did it anticipate munching him down? Or was she bored? The guttural voice made it hard to guess what it was that she said.
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Post by The Major on Mar 10, 2014 15:17:12 GMT -8
“Aha! I knew it! You're one of hers, aren't you? Yes! Yes! Wait. No."
A moment of triumph was shattered by a dozen more questions. Sure, his composure was gone, and sure, he had practically defecated upon himself at the mystical sights and sounds, but no relationship was beyond salvaging, not even this one. Sure, the abomination looked so very scary and caused all kinds of vomit inducing scenarios. But there was still SOMETHING inside there. There had to be.
Besides, it was better to have composure than gut wrenching fear.
"No, if you were one of hers, you'd have killed everyone already. Are you one of her victims --- Oh Gott! I don't mean that like that."
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Post by Chloro on Mar 11, 2014 7:41:19 GMT -8
The Mouth simply stared. He was an odd tangy flavour of fear, clouded with confusion and the sweet smell of wild hope. Although threatened and afraid, he didn't try to run or fight. He almost seemed familiar with being around monsters. Well, for one he was trying to categorise her, as if there was a "Unearthely Collectione of Bizzare and Unusuale Monstres; an Spotter's Guide" he was mentally consulting.
True, she was not fond of the Ice Witch, especially after she had put her through an agony that surpassed even a her prior experiences and had been forced to survive, but somehow she felt an odd kinmanship with her. Mostly, she found pity. If anyone willingly accepted Kuroro into their life, they had a very clear deficiency. Diva was simply a lost monster, tethered to an unfeeling master.
Statement of fact. Statement of identity and purpose, all linked to her name. A liberator, humanitarian and monster rights campaigner.
 Title of rank. Title of tyranny, symbol of what was wrong with the galaxy, a freak whose bizzare obsession with the accumilation of power had twisted the space around her. It was people like that caused monsters like Diva, Chloro and Kuroro. Eralam. Trask. Matango.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 11, 2014 17:18:41 GMT -8
"The Major?" Helge inquired, turning slightly. She tried as hard as she could to not lay eyes upon the half of this creature that used to be her boss. As much as she hated working in this restaurant with questionably quality food, no one on the staff deserved that kind of end. Helge wondered why and how she eluded Chloro's death decree, only missing a uniform and not being a part of this botched science experiment. Was she being played with? Was she being kept alive until Chloro decided it was her turn to be devoured? Would she be next if her plans were exposed? The next phase of her ill conceived plan was the obvious route- stall for as long as possible in an attempt to get Chloro's thoughts far away from killing her and the officer. No way could she outsmart anybody on her own for long.
"W-which Major? In a city full of m-military men, you're going to have to be more specific. I mean, if you know a name or address, we can check the d-data banks and look this person up for you. In fact, Officer So and So and I look into it right away for you and we can report back with the intel."
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Post by Chloro on Mar 11, 2014 21:32:14 GMT -8
It was a strange scene, perhaps reserved for more esoteric parties. One half of Chloro, the one currently wearing the suit and actually had a face, albeit only minus one eye, had Helge around the shoulders while the other half of her that was interrogating the hapless gentleman with nothing more than her presence. A grin or a frown from her face-mouth was all that was needed to get him to spill his heart.
"Sh. Sh. Sh. Don't. Worry. Your. Head. About. The. Major."
She was a little annoyed that Helge was paying more attention to the Mouth than herself. Besides, if you had to ask which major, you did not know the Major. Still, the waitress was doing too much talking and not enough helping her. She did not have time to quibble schematics. She had appointments to keep, places to see, people to meet, deals to sign and bodies to pack away.
"Take. Me. To. The. Pirate. Now."
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Post by The Major on Mar 12, 2014 5:46:28 GMT -8
"No." Said the nameless one, now determined that the only thing left when men were about to die was honor in the face of all terrors. He was pitifully young to be considered a colonel at 28. This did not matter, because in this regime the survivors of Allgemeine all had an unspoken bond of seeing something so absolutely terrifying that nothing ever did matter much afterwards. He knew exactly which person the monster had mentioned. Of course he did. He was ordered to be here. And although it was something of an insult to survive the Ace Spade of Death on one planet so long ago only to drown in the sorrows of the here and now, it could not be helped. There were expectations to be met, standards to be kept. That was more any of these godless monsters, self walkers, abominations of the tenth degree, could ever hope to be. Wretched nexuses of death, dishonoring the sport of war in some crazed blood letting wail. Wail for attention, wail for your allies, wail for your enemies, wail and wail as the cities fall because ultimately the monsters were all alone. Even if he did fall today, then let him know that in his heart of hearts he did his utmost to save anyone from the disgrace of playing with monsters.
"I know exactly who you seek. Do you know that the Major has classified you as a type F Chevalier with a range of powers from level 1 to 3? On the production line, types D and beyond are considered technical failures. You're more an especially deadly Schiff than any true world eater. Isn't it funny? Yours was a recent addition to the handbook. Her assessment claims that if you survive for roughly five years at your current consumption rate, you might break into a type D. Does it make you angry that you've been trivialized and categorized? It shouldn't. From what I've seen, you are the genuine type F. It would take about a company of our troops with special gear to bring you in for study. That we require so much to stop one of the undead, when all we do is deal with the undead, is a great testament to your self worth. Hell, you even give me the chills -even make my knees weak.
"Let the waitress go. She's suffered enough of your tyrannical fear mongering. Let her go and I'll get you a meeting with the Major."
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 12, 2014 12:44:30 GMT -8
The intensity of the situation caused a standstill in Helge's mind. She stood there, motionless, akin to that of a rabbit in the presence of a wolf, and trembled slightly. Where she had courage when the officer didn't, the tables had turned, not at all in her favor. It was as if the man siphoned her capability to act, think and even rationalize. She had resolved to be the hero but was once again the damsel in distress. Why did it take him until now to say anything?! He didn't care before when the monster first made her advances and-- wait. Major. Major? The Major? Was it because he knew this elusive person in question? Another biological failure? Another being like this? Oh no. Were there more like Chloro? Here, on Shili, wolves in sheep's wool? Wolves in human flesh pretending to be normal people whilst they hunt and stalk and feed?
What could she do? Flee while Chloro was distracted by the officer's acts of valor? Stay at the risk of dying at any moment? Go along with her initial plan? Would that even work anymore? She would have to adapt and make a decision fast. Now! Think, damn it!
Helge gripped the knife in her pocket tighter, looking at the officer. She bore a hole with her eyes into his head, as if he could telepathically give her a suggestion or battle plan. She opened her mouth to say something, but once again words failed her. Her face contorted in a painful way. She knew her time was wearing thin. She knew she would be dead in a matter of minutes.
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Post by Chloro on Mar 13, 2014 7:51:00 GMT -8
Ha. Ha. Ha. What an odd chorus, to hear such dissimilar physiologies laughing spontaneously together. But no matter the difference, it had the special laugh of something coming from within. It was a sound like that of striking a match, the thrum of an engine firing - it was the sound of something starting. It was joy, the rush of the battle and mischievous glee. The Mouth could taste it, like a rich paste that you couldn't get enough of at a time. And fear. So much of it, it felt a lot like love. And from up close, it was hard to tell the difference.
Fear of her accomplishments, fear of her potential, fear of her person. If you substituted the word love for fear, wouldn't that make more sense? The way Officer and Helge looked at her, rooted to the spot, staring at her with such watchfulness - what she would do with her hands or say next - it was maybe even better than being adored.
Amazing - how simple it was to find the Major. All one had to do was ask and surely someone knew. The Mouth beamed. It was glad that it did not eat the spiff Officer. Besides, she was on a low wool diet.
Take me to her.
And what about Helge? Clearly, the pair wanted the Officer to escort them to their host, but the smiling face was apparently not interested in letting go of Helge's shoulders, even though she had clearly forgotten all about her pirate friend. No, she'd be coming along. Because hostages were only really useful alive.
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Mar 13, 2014 11:28:24 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Mar 13, 2014 11:28:24 GMT -8
"No. You don't get it. I'm not taking you anywhere until you let the girl go. Oh sure, you can try your luck on the street, killing as you go. You can try against that company I mentioned, and if you somehow break past them, you could try against the battalion that'll surround you, and if that doesn't ace you, we have our type Dees that showing monsters with a hard on what being dead means. Maybe you trump past all that, sure. Can you manage a Star Destroyer with your position triangulated on its scope? How about a nuke shoved up your ass? We wouldn't just blast all these loyal citizens without a bit of remorse, but if you actually threatened each life here, you think any of us would actually hesitate to bury you and Corvala under twenty megatons of dirt? Don't you know who we are? Why we wear these little crosses? Not for the tax benefits, that's for sure.
"Be smart about this. I'm sure the Major wouldn't just kill you outright, otherwise the standing orders for dealing with you wouldn't be too approach and offer employment. They'd be shoot on site.
"You don't need hostages. What you need is a level head.
"You'll live a smudge longer."
It took everything he had to say it with a straight face with panic making him squeal. It being the truth of the matter certainly helped steel his resolve. He just didn't want the girl killed in this..... thing's hand or mouth.
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Mar 13, 2014 16:12:23 GMT -8
Post by Chloro on Mar 13, 2014 16:12:23 GMT -8
This is what made the Major and her underlings different. The Jedi would baulk at actually nuking their own, but not Major. Her soldiers would shoot through their comrades to secure a hit. They knew too well what she and creatures like her could do and took no chances. It was what made it so easy to respect them. The idea of being torn to shreds and finally succumbing to death seemed to appeal to Chloro, a human turned monster, who had lived far beyond her expiry date. No matter what she seemed to attack, in the vain hope that it would finally destroy her, she always was disappointed to find herself alive, in one form or another.
But she didn't need someone telling her to make rational decisions. She knew which way the winds blew. Just because she sought death did not mean she was anxious to do it in the most obtuse was possible. However, snippy Officer had to take a little of his own advice.It. Felt. Good. Saying. All. That.
Didn't. It.  The Mouth's wrapped her arms around his shoulder and slide behind him so that he could freely see Chloro holding Helge, like friends. Letting him see what he stood to lose and close enough for her to whisper into his ear. And. The. Major. Would. Still. Have. Us.Said the other Chloro triumphantly, as she twirled Helge around and released her at the apex of the spin into the Officer. If. She's. So. Valuable. Why. Don't. You. Marry. Her.
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