wavewalker: (where Tragedy goes)

[personal profile] wavewalker 2015-08-05 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That was a rhetorical question, but nevertheless nice information to have. Ian gets to his feet, offering Owen a hand up. ]

I believe I shot at our friends and they shot back. Or did you mean-? [ he makes a vague gesture at his own chest. ] When you accept a job from the god of death, you’re not allowed to die until that job is finished. It’d be a decent enough perk, if not for how much knitting yourself back together hurts.
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[personal profile] enraptored 2015-08-05 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
... Right.

[ he misses the simpler times when walking past an Apatosaurus and clicker-training a squad of Velociraptors was the weirdest part of his day.

And speaking of his former squad, Blue approaches cautiously, blood dripping from her muzzle, and while Owen doesn't have a weak stomach for violence, he resolutely does not turn to see what became of the soldier she attacked. He at least hopes it was quick and painless. ]


I'm noticing your buddy still hasn't pulled you back home, by the way.