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Krona Jones

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"Is that not Just?"
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Her foot began to tap, as she help her I.D and card aloft, without receiving any response. She opened her mouth to say something, but the sounds of movement, the press of another presence had her shutting her mouth and turning around instead.

A group of men surrounded her. Krona, peeked at them from the corners of her eyes, drinking in their appearance. The combination of the guards apparent surprise at seeing them, and the mens' similar formal dress, made the Avenger suspect that the group was somehow afflicted with city defense or government.

Krona jumped a bit at the sudden appearance of the woman. Curiosity had her leaning forward, head titled to inspect the projection further. She was unaccustomed to seeing such advanced technology. The most basic of the basic that was what she knew, the little everyday things citizens used for daily communication and business. But she supposed it was something she would have to adapt to; The Citadel was famous for its vast amounts of advanced technology.

She listened to little avatar speak, and glad to hear she was being allowed admittance but she was not pleased to have been roped into a group of total strangers. There were tasks that needed to be done, justice waiting to be served, and neither was getting accomplished while she was struck with this group of unknowns, going to see a man - a Lord Srin - she had never heard of.

Lord...this implies he is in a position of power...if that is true, perhaps this is not entirely ridiculous...I could perhaps gain a bit of favor, which would help me later

Even with that prospect, it took every ounce of will to keep her hands from her weapon, and to keep anger from her face. Only her eyes showed he displeasure; deep wine flecks swirled through the once pure forest green. She reached up and pulled the hood of her cloak tighter to her face, so inky shadow would blot out her the scowling lips, and clenched teeth.
Her movements were less graceful, less silent in her anger; she sound of her cloak, swishing against the ground, could be heard as she brushed past the guards without a single word to her new escorts.

I might as well go along...I'll probably be out faster. The quicker I'm away from them, the better.

[exit - Reaper Core]

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"Perfect things do not belong in an imperfect world."
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300 E
6 St
7 Sp