Goodbye LJ...
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterThis is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
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Re: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-27 11:25 pm (UTC)“Unbelievable...” Heero muttered softly. “...Are you absolutely positive?”
“I’m as sure as I can be, Heero.”
They stared at each other for a moment, the implications of this revelation turning over in each of their minds. Heero spoke first. “I don’t want to ask Duo. He doesn’t remember anything about his captivity.”
Trowa grimaced, but nodded. “It’s too early yet. But then what can we do?”
“The only other one who would know for certain is Treize,” Heero said slowly. “It’s a little late to be asking him things.”
“He wouldn’t be the only one,” Trowa reminded him. “Any Oz soldier who was in the force that destroyed the Maxwell survivors two years ago would know. It seems that the next step would be to start asking questions among the prisoners we took.”
A blue-hot fire kindled behind Heero’s eyes, lit by the implications of their plan. It was possible, maybe even likely, that this task would bring him within arm’s reach of one of the bastards that had hurt Duo so much. “Mission accepted,” he said grimly.
Trowa studied the soldier from behind the curtain of his hair, a little unnerved by the menace his friend exuded. He felt two equal, opposite urges. One was to return to his and Quatre’s tent, safely out of the way of any imminent explosion on Heero’s part; the other was to go along with Heero, just to see the blood fly.