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milliways_bar2006-01-19 12:51 pm
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Hel and her player have a lot in common. Not species, looks (thank God), size, or abilities, but both of them have hips that hurt like demons are sitting on them and prodding them with pitchforks.
The player is on drugs. Hel is not. Coherency may be skittish, but Hel is around to be spoken with, should people so desire. Even, one supposes, Desire, although the only real relationship with it that she has is that of interested observer.
I mentioned drugs, right? Right.
The player is on drugs. Hel is not. Coherency may be skittish, but Hel is around to be spoken with, should people so desire. Even, one supposes, Desire, although the only real relationship with it that she has is that of interested observer.
I mentioned drugs, right? Right.
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'Thank you Hel. You've done a lot for me, I appreciate it.'
It's about as effusive as he gets with friends, but it's no less heart-felt for its simplicity. He squeezes her hand once more and releases it, then straightens.
'I'll see you when I get back then. Look after yourself Hel.'
One last look at her, just in case - then he's gone through his Trump.