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[photografist]

[ Donna doesn't opt into the video function when she starts up the communicator, an interesting little piece the soldiers on base handed over to her. Some people back home might have liked to get their hands on it for curiosity's sake.

Her inflection runs a little dry, events of the past couple of days and trying to get her bearings weighing upon her shoulders. To arrive in a world that's officially on a Doomsday Clock isn't the welcome party she wanted. ]

I'm trying to get this straight: one of the Moirai is on her way to potentially devour this world, but in the meantime one of her other sisters is going to keep bringing us in and the soldiers on base are kind of raising their arms up in defeat over it. That's thrilling.

[ Her tongue clicks before she adds: ]

Alright, so who jump started the apocalypse?



( ooc: feel free to action for maurtia falls #004. backdated to earlier in the day before this goes up. )

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[the_caped_crusader]

That's good to hear. Really. I must have misjudged then.

[ his voice is oddly even, his blue eyes pierce her own. hers reminds him of diana.

bruce reaches out without breaking their close stare and grabs the wrapped sword around the middle and tugs. though he's strong, though he's fought amazons before, he knows that if she really wants it, there's not much he can do to take it back from her like this. ]

I'll take that back, then.

[photografist]

[ She's not going to fight him for it; it's not hers anyway. She slides IT!!!!!!! back into his arms, stepping back a few inches to give them both some space. ]

Maybe your Diana will show up sometime before the twelfth.

[the_caped_crusader]

[ he takes it back and but doesn't break the stare except after a long moment of what must seem like quiet judgment. and like that! the tension is broken. his brow relaxes and he turns from her to move the sword back where it was originally sitting.

and he offers her some casual information, while she's here. ]

Once a month, and never in December. I guess even gods like to take a break for the holidays.

[ a pause. and a little salt to rub into the wound as he sits back down at the computer. ]

It was good to see you, Donna. This version of you, I mean. Thanks for hearing me out anyway.

[ clackclackclackclack ]

[photografist]

Yeah, it was good to see you, too.

[ She shouldn't be surprised by the brusque remark and mannerism, so she takes it as her cue to exit. There's nothing more to say when she feels she's made it abundantly clear she can't be roped into his plans as easily as he might have hoped, so she pivots on her heel and makes her way out of the room.

But Donna does stall at the doorway, glancing over her shoulder briefly to add: ]

... if things take a turn for the worse like everyone's expecting... you know how to reach me.

[ She prays it won't devolve into the apocalypse after all, but when have things gone her way recently?

Donna shakes her head and wanders out. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

[ he speaks softly, more to himself than to her, but if she's listening closely she might be able to hear him beyond the clacking of the keyboard. ]

If things take a turn for the worse than it'll be too late.