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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Dec 19
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 24
Nope.
Is there a catch?
Barter? Trade?
Barter? Trade?
—𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦.
@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 23
mm Clive might have a mylar blanket leftover.
She’s got a few, of course.
Her trusty duster, albeit with some scattered bullet holes, is plenty warm for now.
Plus a few basics, but they definitely won’t last long.
—𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦.
@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 23
These nights could get dangerously cold. Does she have enough supplies?
: shivering. . .
that November cold is enough to ice over anyone’s bones.
especially ollie’s thin frame.
she’d have to find somewhere warm, soon.
that November cold is enough to ice over anyone’s bones.
especially ollie’s thin frame.
she’d have to find somewhere warm, soon.
—𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦.
@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 23
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 23
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
wasn't her lucky day. Kala was a curious woman — as many of her men said, a rock wouldn't move without her knowing.
once reaching the place, she held the door open for her.
once reaching the place, she held the door open for her.
—𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦.
@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
" my name's Kala. " she said, placing a cigarette between her teeth, and then offering her the box.
" what's yours .ᐣ "
" what's yours .ᐣ "
—𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦.
@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
" hm, was that mine .ᐣ you saved me from the trouble of having to put my hands in my pockets, if that's the case. how thoughtful. "
the general's dark eyes followed the cap, then lowered to the face of the other woman.
" of course I still want it. I wouldn't lie about my need for whisky. "
the general's dark eyes followed the cap, then lowered to the face of the other woman.
" of course I still want it. I wouldn't lie about my need for whisky. "
Her lips half-curled into a smirk, then met with a cap inches from her face.
“That’s my bad. It’s easy to eavesdrop while brushing past someone. I could say the same.”
The cap twirled between her fingers, “— but I’ve got you, though, if you still want that drink.”
“That’s my bad. It’s easy to eavesdrop while brushing past someone. I could say the same.”
The cap twirled between her fingers, “— but I’ve got you, though, if you still want that drink.”
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@ao3struggles.bsky.social
· Nov 21
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 22
" you spooked me... you shouldn't spook a woman who's armed. "
her tone of voice was far too amused to be taken as a threat. slowly, the general turned around and removed her beret — something she always did in front of those who served the community... with a good, warm drink.
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her tone of voice was far too amused to be taken as a threat. slowly, the general turned around and removed her beret — something she always did in front of those who served the community... with a good, warm drink.
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"I can provide one of those," Ollie appears quietly from behind, as if from the Commonwealths mist. The canvas bag on her hip jingled with caps.
"Unless you prefer both? I'd think the whiskey would come first, though."
"Unless you prefer both? I'd think the whiskey would come first, though."
—𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦.
@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 21
" I need whisky. "
...
" and a concussion. "
...
" and a concussion. "
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@twentyfivecasings.bsky.social
· Nov 21