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[onblackwings]

[ This lady's looking a little different, for anyone that's spoken with her before. Not any older, but there's a sort of crooked quality to her nose, like it'd been broken and healed some time ago. She's lounging in the Initiative apartments, looking like she's recently made friends with a superiority complex. ]

I want to speak to those of you who have seen a war before. Not the skirmishes that the Initiative sends us on here, but actual war.

And failing that, I'll take anyone that knows magic — and can teach it. That part is important. Don't waste my time if all you can do is cast it.

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[onblackwings]

No, don't bother.

[ She sits herself back down on the couch, taking up most of it with her lounge, and nods to the chair across from it. ]

We were having a conversation, weren't we?

[frombrooklyn]

[ A pause, and then he takes a seat across from her, setting the tablet aside. ]

Yeah. About war.

[onblackwings]

Mm.

[ She considers for a few moments, eyes down on the tablet, and... there we go, now she remembers where they'd left it. ]

I was looking forward to killing. One man in particular, if we're being honest.

[frombrooklyn]

[ He hesitates; he might not possess the desire to kill, but that doesn't mean he can't understand it. And maybe it's not his place to ask, but if they're being honest ... ]

Why is that?

[onblackwings]

[ She frowns, and one hand lifts to brush against her nose — specifically, the crooked angle of it. ]

This looks bad, doesn't it? [ It's not a question. ] He's the one I have to thank for it.