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The finality of such potential always held such a bright anticipation for Melita – the rush before the call of skirmishes, the quick jettisoning of one’s pulse, the long, deep intakes of breath. She patted the cannons, the weaponry, like it was an old friend; most of its brethren was, at one time or another. But then she was laden with the same sharp-edged smile as Flora, like sharks and wild cats and things that would instantly cut at a jugular just as soon as giggle and laugh. “I very much appreciate the gesture,” she preened with another wicked grin, humming a sea shanty under her breath about bones and lockers. “We can always make do. It's ceremonial, after all.”
Gathering the necessities and placing them in all the right parts, just as she’d done for years on the Ark, then her own Firecracker, she snagged at the armaments and waited, giving Flora a moment. “Let’s imagine our worst enemies right there in the harbor,” pointing, gesturing, towards the open spot where the cannon would eventually fall and obliterate the images of such assholes. She wouldn’t ask whom Flora’s was – though she fathom the Queen might have litanies just as Melita did. “When you’re ready, off we pop,” she added with a wink, getting the fuse set and just as eager and fervent.
Gathering the necessities and placing them in all the right parts, just as she’d done for years on the Ark, then her own Firecracker, she snagged at the armaments and waited, giving Flora a moment. “Let’s imagine our worst enemies right there in the harbor,” pointing, gesturing, towards the open spot where the cannon would eventually fall and obliterate the images of such assholes. She wouldn’t ask whom Flora’s was – though she fathom the Queen might have litanies just as Melita did. “When you’re ready, off we pop,” she added with a wink, getting the fuse set and just as eager and fervent.
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