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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God
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⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Current Iteral used her wand to move the bodies around. Future Iteral just lifted them and put them aside gently.
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Chiara laughs a bit at Ghost's antics, though moves one hand back to support them. "Careful, little scamp. You wouldn't want to fall, do you?" She decides to toy around with them a bit and walks around the encampment again, giving a tour.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Third Person POV
Setsuna watched both of them, something strangely forlorn in his expression. He looked almost like he wanted to reach out to them- but instead, he turned to his hands and began muttering something, even after the tent fluttered closed behind them.
Isla Greer
Isla clasped her hands together. "I need two squadrons here now. We need to assume control of the hospital."
She didn't look behind her, at the bodies of the doctors, splayed across the floor in a splatter of blood. If she could have, she'd have killed them anyway. This was a place of traitors.
"Now." she added.
Adrik Volkov
Isla had poisoned him, Adrik realized. She'd never had any intention of following through with their plan.
Well, he thought bitterly. Praise her majesty. He slipped completely under, a puppet's soulless black eyes staring into his own.
The image followed him into his nightmares.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Setsuna,
you are welcome to join. We'll accept you with open arms.
Saint Chiara

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Isla Greer
Isla tapped on the amulet, and the image of the man flickered out of sight. In a flourish, she whipped on her heel, gown fluttering behind her. In a swift movement, she buried the scalpel in the throat of the man who'd entered.
He stared at her, wide-eyed, a gurgling sound rising in his throat. She snatched his wrist, twisting it and releasing the sword he held with a clatter. Pressing her hand to his mouth, she helped him slump to the floor.She checked his coat as he bled out in front of her. Better than nothing. She slipped it on, and after a grimace, took his pants as well, leaving him in his underwear and a pile of blood.
After changing to his dying gurgles, she left the room. She checked each hallway as she went, hands on the sword she'd stolen from him, but it seemed clear.
She made her way to the top of the hospital, managing to avoid most soldiers and doctors. Filthy traitors, she thought.
Adrik- the boy- he really was stupid for a magician, wasn't he?
Legion clearly didn't value Snavia's allegiance. They only needed hers. A story saying they were her saviours- and unfortunately, she had to agree, to keep her civilians alive.
Some civilians, she thought bitterly. Leading a uprising against their protector. Cowards, each and every one of them.
Setsuna Jun
He was about ready to settle down for the night when he spotted the note. He leapt to his feet and jumped for it, nearly falling over Tord in the clatter.
He seized it and practically tore it as he raked his eyes up and down it.
He released a delighted laugh. "Oh! Oh!" and leapt to his feet, running out.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Yep."
"... don't you wanna...?"
"... sure I do. But he's not that fond of interaction."
"He could use a friend."
"... you're right."
With that, Iteral walks out and looks at Kendo, smiling. "How... how's it going?"

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.