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Cara's Apartment, MHA 9, Sunday
Oct. 4th, 2015 02:13 pmCara and Richard had been... dispatched. It had happened so fast that Surreal didn't know the details of it, or care, but she was now alone in the apartment with Cara's Priestess and acutely aware of it.
"You did a fine job turning them in circles," she drawled from where she was sprawled out on the floor, taking care of an impressive pile of weapons. "How long before they realize you ditched them to try and interrogate me?"
Surreal's publicly-known job might have involved spreading her legs, but that didn't mean she was stupid. Stupid assassins didn't live very long.
[OOC: For that one!]
"You did a fine job turning them in circles," she drawled from where she was sprawled out on the floor, taking care of an impressive pile of weapons. "How long before they realize you ditched them to try and interrogate me?"
Surreal's publicly-known job might have involved spreading her legs, but that didn't mean she was stupid. Stupid assassins didn't live very long.
[OOC: For that one!]
