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on_her_korhal) wrote2008-05-23 10:58 am
on_her_korhal) wrote2008-05-23 10:58 am
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25 Unicorn Street, Friday Afternoon
She'd almost gotten the hang of it. Seated in the middle of the room-- couch long since shoved aside due to practical reasons-- Kerrigan watched the bone armor shift, retract, shape itself according to her will.
She could almost look human. Almost. Just-- the colours were off.
And then there were all the million things that seemed to be shifting under the surface. The shape of her hand vanished, rendered invisible. Like the cloak, except...
Without.
She was distantly aware she hadn't actually moved in at least a day, but she brushed the thought aside.
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She could almost look human. Almost. Just-- the colours were off.
And then there were all the million things that seemed to be shifting under the surface. The shape of her hand vanished, rendered invisible. Like the cloak, except...
Without.
She was distantly aware she hadn't actually moved in at least a day, but she brushed the thought aside.
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