Nightshift 62: Main Hallway, 1-West

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

Taura took up station midway between the two halls leading back into the dormitories. Alone with her thoughts; the hall was quiet. Too quiet. Dead quiet, a little voice hissed in the back of her mind.

This was no time to be getting superstitious. It was unavoidable, really, in a profession with so much risk involved in daily operations, that those who survived found things to credit. Beyond their own skill, because they'd all seen better men/women/herms when their luck ran out, and skill only improved your odds.

Her luck was holding, tonight. Was Rita and Goku's?

[Rita and Goku]

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[teabastard]

England caught the muttered words and shrugged. "I think you misunderstand me. It isn't that they don't talk, it's that they cannot talk. Horses and ponies are incapable of speech. They always have been." She probably wasn't listening. Children these days. Perhaps he was just getting old. What a horrible thought.

He snorted softly at her apparently simplistic view of Earth. "Earth, it's a planet called Earth, divided into many many countries, all inhabited by humans. I'm from a country called England. As for what I was... that's rather more difficult. Do you have countries where you are from?"