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[prophesiedone]

[Anakin is nursing a burned leg - thanks, fire - looking like his usual peppy, happy self.]

Eclipse, leave it alone. [He shows a curious cat sniffing said leg and coaxes it into his lap. Another cat, one that is smaller, with a face that is almost too adorable for words follows in Eclipse's dainty footsteps, laying over Anakin's leg. There. That's better, right?]

Thank you, Ravager. [No, really. This is the terrifying Darth Vader. With a pair of sweet cats.]

I swear this is the last I do for you, Hadriel. Unless there is a burning building filled with cats, you are on your own.

[Cats > People. Obviously.]

Hux? Are you alive? [That's a nice way of checking on someone, right?] Maedhros? Fingon? What about you?

{Voice} Failed Private to Fingon

[castintofire]

Finno? If you have a moment, I have something to show {tell} you.

{Maedhros has been at war with himself since Fingon's arrival. To tell him, or not. But the fires, and everything else that has happened have helped one side win more over the other.

Any listening ears might pick up the sound of leaves rustling in the orchard.}

009✖; (voice)

[circumitus]

"Any of you asshats realize that those urges that get inflicted on you on practically a monthly basis can be resisted, right?"

[Just going to let that sink in for a second.]

"Stop fucking shooting each other. Those things aren't actually toys."

[Boy is she glad that she melted down her own gun the second it caught her attention. But that also just means she's going to be carrying around her own piece, and it doesn't shoot paintballs.]