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fandomtownies2010-11-06 11:33 am
on-her-korhal.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2010-11-06 11:33 am
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The Beach, Saturday Morning
Another slow, slow week had passed on by, irrelevant and tedious.
While River continued her operation on Artika, Kerrigan's forces had been trying to hunt down Zeratul, but the Protoss proved elusive, his path... troubling.
Yet again, Kerrigan hence made her way to the quietest part of the island, where there was the least chance of interference through the chattering thoughts of others. (Yesterday had been particularly annoying, with strains of song drifting in and out of her consciousness.) She took a deep breath, and looked to the skies, and listened.
By now, she didn't need to drop an inch of her disguise to do so: that was a good discovery. But the airwaves of the mind were quiet, and even the scratching-burning sound of the Dark Voice seemed more distant, and harder to grasp.
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While River continued her operation on Artika, Kerrigan's forces had been trying to hunt down Zeratul, but the Protoss proved elusive, his path... troubling.
Yet again, Kerrigan hence made her way to the quietest part of the island, where there was the least chance of interference through the chattering thoughts of others. (Yesterday had been particularly annoying, with strains of song drifting in and out of her consciousness.) She took a deep breath, and looked to the skies, and listened.
By now, she didn't need to drop an inch of her disguise to do so: that was a good discovery. But the airwaves of the mind were quiet, and even the scratching-burning sound of the Dark Voice seemed more distant, and harder to grasp.
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