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Post by Razoric on Jan 15, 2018 22:50:35 GMT -8
Her mask shows a 'okay' chime to the reminders and notes being recorded. The house is dark when she comes up stairs to get herself settled for some sleep.
Oddly, she dreams of time being stopped...
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There's a lot of people come to see La Lame Argentee. Unsurprisingly, there are a lot of women, too - activists from different groups showing solidarity in the crowd. While she's known to not the first impacted, she really is the first, real hero as they are considered now, beyond those of antiquity. People who put their neck on the line and made a difference with strange abilities in the modern age of guns and technology. The amount of difference she made, and the empowerment of the female gender, it's no surprise.
The french woman is a sight, too, as she steps out onto the stage. She has long, greyed hair - she was a brunette in her youth - and her face is showing its age with only a few wrinkles. She wears it well. There's a reason they're called capes sometimes, and it started with her - her sleek heroic outfit, in black but lined with shiny silver seams, completed with that billowing, dark blue cape pinned to her shoulders.
While many will opt for a domino-style mask, she prefers a black harlequin style mask that covers much more of her face above the nose. But given everyone knows who she is already, once she's made her entrance, she eases it off of her face and gives a kindly smile. "Thank you for having me, Haven," she says into the microphone, still with her lovely french accent.
Jacob is certainly wearing stars in his eyes as he looks up at her, giving Layla's arm a little shake, as if she somehow missed her entrance and he wanted to remind her that she arrived. "Isn't she awesome?"
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