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“i, uh...i think he’s already dead...”

Spotted a beautiful leaded window this evening. #leadedglass #bowwindow #baywindow #convexwindow #curvedwindows #bevelledwindows #beveledglass #bevelledglass #180degreewindow #stainedglass #stainedglasshunter #glasshunter (at Letná)

fingers fiddled with the gun in front of her as eyes darted away from vin, not quite sure what to say. any guardian knew what a life could bring, light toughed or not. and she had a…not so good history from what ila could tell. one, it seemed, was meant to be left in the history books. perhaps…that’s where it belonged.

The intact senses within the captain’s brain indicated that the air outside of the quarantine zone was... ‘clean’. Clean and revolting, it wasn’t filled with the thin ashy smog of SIVA’s nanites or the residue left behind by the conversion of organic tissue. Needless to say when the outbreak was fully underway this would be one of the first things to change. The constant bounding guardians would be another. Far too many of these empty shells of matter stuffed with light were active across the landscape, wasting, (from what scouts could see) perfectly good Eliksni that SIVA could be using. Noting an isolated guardian perched upon a rocky outcropping nearby the Jittering captain turned to approach them quietly from behind.

    He grabbed one of the premade platters and walked right along only to see a familiar face though it was different from the first time they’d met. Yeah, her leg looked far better than before. Without needed an invitation, the man took his seat right next to the lady at one of the long tables and placed his tray on top. “Look who it is, the not-so injured deer is back, hm? I don’t see any blood, either,” he murmured with a light chuckle through his english accent, “how ya doing, elk?”