Another gesture, and Hexadecimal is flung against the wall, cracking her mask and knocking her out cold.
Daemon turns, her face serene once more, and walks into the great double doors of the Principal Office. The rest of the assembled sprites follow in her wake, leaving the little lost ex-virus alone.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: The Divine Invasion
Date: 2007-06-20 04:23 am (UTC)"No."
Another gesture, and Hexadecimal is flung against the wall, cracking her mask and knocking her out cold.
Daemon turns, her face serene once more, and walks into the great double doors of the Principal Office. The rest of the assembled sprites follow in her wake, leaving the little lost ex-virus alone.