When Angelus awoke that morning, he expected to find himself staring at leaky pipes and half-hidden support beams, stuck in that cage ironically constructed for his own containment by himself. Instead, he was trapped beneath nothing more than a soft sheet with the white of a clean ceiling staring back at him. It was a few minutes before
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Compared to some of the other causes you've marched for, this seems a little...small-time. Big deal?
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You're really asking me that?
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[ weep, angelus. ]
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[ thank you for agreeing with her, angel. ...us. DX ]
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I was. Back in my day, the day was revered and celebrated in ways that I necessarily can't participate in anymore due to the whole burning issue, but it's something my people hold dear to them. It's important, inspirational; using the day as an excuse to get drunk is, quite frankly, insulting.
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[ ...like him, weep. ]
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[ ...gdit, why does she who has the ritual of restoration memorized have to be here? B| ]
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[ just to fuck with you, Angelus. because even the aliens' shenanigans must be fucked with. 8| ]
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Perhaps it's time we showed them how it's done.
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I wouldn't want a green one.
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