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[Have a nice view of a fully armored Washington fighting off a harpy. She's taking a few hits, but it's overall not going bad. But she's quick enough to notice the mirror. It doesn't even fase her.] You know what? I'm never going to complain about the quiet here again. Ever.

Meta? You out there? Report.

For that matter, anyone else out there need a hand?

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To be fair, these things don't happen just to spite us. I think.

[strange, the armor and the voice seem familiar...but Gal can't place them.]

I'm holding up all right. Hope everyone else is. I doubt everyone here is trained to fight.

I don't think I quite believe that.

I know. That's part of what worries me.

Just trying to be optimistic.

I'm trying to keep up a safe house, as it were, but the "travelling to a safe place" part is probably what stops people. Maybe you could offer to be an escort?

I'm more than willing if anyone needs it.

Well, you can send them my way--...there's a large building near the orchard--a mansion, really. Or you could ask a cat, I guess. [she sounds almost like she's telling a joke, but it's more that she's still incredulous that the animals are smart enough.]

The name is Gal Cecil.

Understood. I find anyone that can't defend themselves, I'll get them there.

Agent Washington of Project Freelancer.

[Washington? She recognizes the name, but still can't place it.]

It's appreciated. Be careful out there.

Trust me, I'm not taking chances.

After all the recklessness I've been seeing on this thing-- [she indicates the Vine] that's a relief. Good luck.

It's really appreciated.

[She's sitting on the body of a decapitated gorgon, her armor splattered with blood. If armor could look happy with itself ... ]

[She grunts, she's fine, and then chuffs at Washington, enjoying yourself?]

I see you're having a blast there. [Pausing the punch the harpy.] Nice to keep in practice. And I'm just fine.

Though I'm not exactly pleased with the species selection that's sown up here. Good lord.

[Yeah! You punch that harpy!]

[Meta tilts her head and grunts, Would you rather it be Covvies?]

[Another swing, and a cracking noise can be heard as she hits a wing.]

Actually, yes I would. At least there'd be less concern about wasting ammo. I could just steal their weaponry from corpses.

[She settles back with a grumble and glances away. What she wouldn't give for her Brute Shot again.]

Missing the Brute Shot, Meta? Would be handy right now...

[She nods with a low rumble. Weapon of choice was an understatement.]

[And that would be more bone breaking as another blow connects and the Harpy attempts to flee.]

You were very good with that thing.

[Yeah, Meta's watching like it's Monday Night Football. She chuffs a laugh at the poor broken harpy.]

[And then grumbles lowly. Yeah, Brute Shot would have been perfect right now.]

Too bad you lost it in the fight back home. [Washingtton pauses to think it over before drawing a gun to put a bullet in its head. Over faster that way.]

Not that the loss is slowing you.

[Meta growls at that. She doesn't need any reminders about that fight. Sure, she's been having a great time snapping necks with her hands, but what she would give for the heft of the Brute Shot again.]

I know. You miss it. Just like I miss a ready ammunition supply.

[She humphs. That is a good point ... but then again if she had her Brute Shot she wouldn't need ammunition.]

[She makes a curious little mrrr, maybe I should get an axe.]

It'd suit you well.

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