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[clear-eyed-lady.livejournal.com]

The door simply opens and shuts, letting a young woman, primly dressed, enter. The business jacket and modest skirt are both navy blue, with a school crest blazoned on the lapel. Her hair is pulled back into a neat twist- but no, no glasses. The lady can see well enough without any such thing, thank you.

Under one arm is a book. Gilt-topped pages, bound in blind-stamped morocco, that exudes the aura of rare first edition. Old and well-kept, but it's not hers.

As Athena glances around the bar, the person said book belongs to, from whom she borrowed it quite a few years ago, is nowhere to be seen. Well, that should have been expected.

With an exceedingly faint shrug, she starts over toward the bar.



(New mun with a char that's been played here before- but I am starting her over with a fresh slate. Thank you!)

(And, the mun is off for sleep. Post is open for tags for the next couple of days for slowtimes!)

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[clear-eyed-lady.livejournal.com]

Her lips twitch, but Athena nods in agreement. "However, publishers are usually more concerned with profit. Accuracy comes second. But that is their business, and you cannot fault someone for doing what they can to provide for themselves."

"... At least as long as there is still access to the original material." She raises an eyebrow, looking back at the book, lost in thought for a moment.

[uquars_gadget]

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Helen could fault them for doing what the could to provide for themselves. This might be obvious from her snort.

"Are you a general?"

[clear-eyed-lady.livejournal.com]

Athena blinks, then gives Helen an amused glance. "No. But I'm a teacher at a military academy, so there is at least the hope that I'll be teaching future generals."