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When Atton opens his eyes, he hasn't got his sword, and he's wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a billowing coat, and a whole lot of black.
Thoughtfully: "Huh."
They're in a garden of some sort, filled with statues, fountains, and plants, with a forest and a massive city in the distance. A lot of people are milling around, all in dress from a variety of different time periods.
Atton thinks about this, a moment.
"Huh."
Thoughtfully: "Huh."
They're in a garden of some sort, filled with statues, fountains, and plants, with a forest and a massive city in the distance. A lot of people are milling around, all in dress from a variety of different time periods.
Atton thinks about this, a moment.
"Huh."
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Date: 2009-04-23 09:16 pm (UTC)Beat.
"Probably best not t'touch it, though."
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Date: 2009-04-23 09:22 pm (UTC)"So tis some sort o'illness o'the system?"
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