“Probably the usual. Chaos… riots… destruction.” Though no psychic, Dori was adept at figuring out when mass casualties were on the menu. A pall was cast over Searchlight… Death of yore, death to come, and she was a buzzard circling. “Are you going to save it?”
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ninetydegrees
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on 2014-01-16 01:10 am (UTC)