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WarhawkZ

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Patching up a Distant Lover's keepsake [Keegan or OPEN]
« on: December 19, 2016, 02:56:28 am »
Walking away from The War's Consort, after deciding that it deserved a few hours in shipyard and retrieving a bag with War's old ragged picnic blanket in it, Amazona meandered the station and subconsciously checked to see if her pulse refitted assualt rifle was in place. Once she assured herself that it was, she quickly and casually scanned the area.  "Bleh." she mumbled under breath. Though, in her opinion, she'd called this place a glorified cesspool and be tempted to cleave it from existence. But that wasn't her call to make. Nor was this her home dimension for that matter, because it was she would throw caution out the window and rain some havoc. 'I miss War, love you with every fiber of divine being.' she thought as a tall human male passed through her line of sight.

Reaching a spot high and out of sight of everybody, Amazona ducks into the darken alcove. Opening the bag, her nostrils flared as she caught the faint remaints of War's scent. Slamming her golden eyes shut, Amazona dropped to her padded knees and buried her face in the bag. Memories, happy and strong, rushed through her mind while silent agonized sobs wrenched themselves from her soul. 'I should be with War, in his arms, planning our wedding. Not here in this god damn fucking cesspool, pretty depowered and a whole fucking dimension away.' she silently snarled.

Finding her anger strong enough to surplant her sadness, Amazona closed the bag and returned to a vertical base. Exiting the alcove, she continued her aimless meandering. That was till she a thought about a decent seamstress on the station from a passing neko. Instantly shifting her anger from cursing the deities that ruled over dimensions to searching for the seamstress. 'Where are you?' she wondered. Not realizing that powers were giuding her to a small boutique.
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