013 - video; all grown up (Backdated to a little after the flood).

[unweeping_willow]

Not very nice, Admiral. [Her face is twisted into a snarl, the hand not clutching her communicator wrapped into a tight fist. Madame Smudge sits on the bed besides her, the little kittens face looking worried.]

I'm not her anymore. She's dead. They killed her. [Her fist tightened further, enough that blood began to seep from her palm.]

Bastard.

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[unweeping_willow]

Me getting bored.

[silvestris]

Take a number, sister, everyone here is bored and most of us would just love to carve each others' faces off.

[unweeping_willow]

Wanna give it a try?

[silvestris]

Who wouldn't? But I've been declawed. [Sigh, looking at her gloves.]

[unweeping_willow]

Too bad. [Not that she cares much. Just making conversation. Or trolling. Whatever.]

[silvestris]

How fast would they disarm me if I was just defending myself?

[Surely Willow will know, since she seems happily on board the Independent Woman train.]

[unweeping_willow]

Don't know. [She hadn't bothered with weapons so far.]

[silvestris]

Guess we'll see.

[unweeping_willow]

Trying something?

[silvestris]

Always. Girl has to keep busy.

[unweeping_willow]

What is it?