Stoking the fire
Mar. 23rd, 2012 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
death_gone_madThey just had to keep this from her. They just had to tell her in the last second.
No. This was beyond last second. This was hiding in a corner trembling while fucking cat worshipers gave speeches about how they where going to take their world and their futures and...... fuck fuck fuck the slugs the maggots can have this world this world can rot in hell
It took some convincing to get the red haired woman, one of the strange allies Ms. Vance and the Freeman found, to stop shaking and to come out of that corner.
Well, she wasn't so strange, nowhere as strange as the others. Where on earth do they find these people? At least she was human. Completely human, just, dressed strangely. There are tribes still scraping by in Asia where redheads who aren't pale as ghosts or completely covered in freckles is a common thing. Yes, and they regularly wear head to toe green robes and carry around interesting looking walking sticks. That such a people can still be doing well when the Combine is concentrating its power in Asia speaks volumes.
There is no such tribe. Even as scared as she was, she was still projecting a strong field of ignore that, that's completely normal.
She didn't come out of the corner until well after someone asked Sergeant-Major Shephard to move away the flying robot Lion. Where the hell did he find that thing? It was then she said a prayer, watching the lion as it flew off. "The Goddess of Destruction is fickle, but may she look with favor upon our efforts. May she see our willingness to do her will is greater than that of the Combine so that she will add her wrath to ours."
What a quaint religion that tribe must follow.
No. This was beyond last second. This was hiding in a corner trembling while fucking cat worshipers gave speeches about how they where going to take their world and their futures and...... fuck fuck fuck the slugs the maggots can have this world this world can rot in hell
It took some convincing to get the red haired woman, one of the strange allies Ms. Vance and the Freeman found, to stop shaking and to come out of that corner.
Well, she wasn't so strange, nowhere as strange as the others. Where on earth do they find these people? At least she was human. Completely human, just, dressed strangely. There are tribes still scraping by in Asia where redheads who aren't pale as ghosts or completely covered in freckles is a common thing. Yes, and they regularly wear head to toe green robes and carry around interesting looking walking sticks. That such a people can still be doing well when the Combine is concentrating its power in Asia speaks volumes.
There is no such tribe. Even as scared as she was, she was still projecting a strong field of ignore that, that's completely normal.
She didn't come out of the corner until well after someone asked Sergeant-Major Shephard to move away the flying robot Lion. Where the hell did he find that thing? It was then she said a prayer, watching the lion as it flew off. "The Goddess of Destruction is fickle, but may she look with favor upon our efforts. May she see our willingness to do her will is greater than that of the Combine so that she will add her wrath to ours."
What a quaint religion that tribe must follow.