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 Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 6:26 am
Forget the brand, this was the most worrying aspect of the whole thing for Birhan. The crescent moon mark on her thigh was easily covered by her choice of clothes and if worse came to worst, could be disguised by a tattoo or some other mark taking it's place. Her identity was a bigger risk if anything went wrong. But it was also the truest proof of their bond. It meant trust, belonging. Birhan had never felt she belonged anywhere as much as she did here.
In any case, that was a moot point. She wouldn't have gone through with tonight if she wasn't prepared to sacrifice everything to the cause - even secrecy.
With a minimum of fuss (more due to her exhaustion from the battle than anything else), she powered down. Dressed in jeans and a hoodie, Ari gave the other Inner Sanctum members a jaunty wave, all the while still favouring the leg Gunn had nearly taken out. "Hey there," she grinned. "Ari Knight. Nice to meetcha."
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 7:10 pm
Every damn time she did this she had a moment. Not just a moment, but a Moment--where she realized that spreading her secret identity around was such a horrible, terrible idea that it wasn't even anywhere near as funny or safe as it should have been. Anyone who wanted to cripple the Blood Moon's Special Forces would just have to watch an Induction, and then they'd know. Sailor Gunn, the arsonist, suspected Negaverser, was Kaatje van der Weydin, professional loafer!...
And every time, she fought past the Moment and powered down to Kaatje. Classy, every inch of her--from the toes of her expensive boots to the fur collar of her Burberry trench. "Kaatje van der Weydin," she said, and then she looked to the rest of the Inner Sanctum.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 4:29 pm
Identities were revealed, secrets whispered, and then they were gone -- the only sign of their presence left by the blood staining the damp ground.
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