CHARACTERS: Gilbert and anyone who feels like getting punched in the face by a disgruntled Prussian.
SUMMARY: Gilbert arrives.
PLACE: Near the lift.
TIME: Gil sure as hell doesn't know. Possibly mid-afternoon?
WARNINGS: Language, and long sentences.
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They took my gun. D: )
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Except she didn't understand how she got here. Teleportation? Was Viki playing some sick joke? Didn't seem like her...
Wendel tried to stand up straight as the left near her opened. She blinked and peered towards the pale man walking out. No one familar.
"...Hi?"
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She kept plucking and yanking at the sundress strap, wishing fiercely that she'd retained the ever-convenient inability to get cold. Several times already she'd debated just yanking the dress over her head and throwing it in someone's face, but the fact of the matter was that she was cold, freezing practically compared to the fire a demon like her got used to, and she didn't feel like dealing with Sebastian's sniping ( ... )
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A quiet greeting to his left caused him to jump, hand again flying to the non-existent weapon at his side. It was a - a girl, perhaps? The androgynous clothing did little to give gender away - kid, leaning against the wall and looking at him in confusion.
"Who the fuck are you?" he challenged, becoming increasingly wary as he spotted another figure approaching.
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She half glanced towards the angry woman, but wrote her off as not as important as the pale man who had just cursed at her.
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