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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:59 pm
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“Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled,”
Delira smiles as she starts walking. "This way." She leads him down a variety of side streets until they make it to an old bar and heads around the back. She stops in next the dumpster and presses her hand against a specific part of the wall. The dumpster and the concrete it was sitting on suddenly lifts up, revealing a stairway.
“It may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.” -Herman Melville, Moby-d**k
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering,”
"Good girl.", the witch says, smirking slightly. She mutters a few spells to put out the various fires Feng had started.
“Fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” -Edgar Allan Poe
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 10:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 2:24 pm
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((Just a friendly little reminder: If you're going to the Watchtower, it's on the moon.))
"Snow's up on the Observation Deck," M'gann, aka Miss Martian, said, looking up from her telepathic conversation with the Watchtower computer program titled Oracle. "She's waiting for you."
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I am no peaceful, beautiful dove...
Snow Raven stood alone on the Observation Deck, staring down at the Earth below as she waited for Feng to join her. The quiet vista provided a sort of calming effect, making this her favorite sector of the Watchtower.
...But nor am I an ugly, spiteful crow.
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