http://idontlooktired.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] idontlooktired.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2008-03-13 07:28 am

The end of the causeway: Wednesday later afternoon

Harriet had her back to the carpark, because she was staring across the causeway at the angel statue which was staring back at her. She knew damned well it hadn't been there before.

A noise caught her attention, a splash of water under the causeway, and she glanced away for the briefest of seconds.

When she looked back, it was gone.

[ooc: for one, plz -- and I guess Harriet's just too old to be much of a meal!]

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-12 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
If there had been any angel statues taking notice of Kerrigan at all, the brisk walk and general air of purpose would've probably thrown them out of alignment.

Or something like that.

Now fully armor-clad and ready, whatever level of annoyance she generally tended to broadcast was nowhere to be found. Instead, her back was straight, her eyes were sharp, and the soft blue pulse that occasionally swept through her armor just helped to establish the presence of readiness.

"What's the plan?" she asked, and allowed Harriet the courtesy of actually saying it out loud. For once.

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-12 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Great. A lot of standing around, listening to politicians contradict themselves," she snorted, checking over her rifle one more time to be sure. "Like I don't have enough of a headache already. Let's move, then."

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-12 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Kerrigan muttered, "I know."

Damn Earth. Damn politicians. She regarded the portal -- damn swirly portal -- for about two seconds before stepping straight through.