The Salle, Saturday Evening

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Look, Surreal had learned a few things from living with Miley, even if they'd never agreed on music. Ever. In any alternate universe.

How to operate a CD player was one of them, and Surreal barely fumbled with using the right buttons. What blasted out, however, was not one of her former roommate's pop songs, but something a bit more to Surreal's tastes.

Anyone who complained about her opera would probably meet the same fate as the heavy bag she was currently maiming. She liked this moo-vee! The music was excellent!

[OOC: Open salle! I AM HOME ALONE WITH CATS AND NO LAD AND HAVE TO STAY UP UNTIL MIDNIGHT. AMUSE ME PEOPLE.]

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[genesishero]

And that had been how Archangel had been stopped. Evan remembered vaguely, waking up to the chaos afterwards, Uncle Cluster nearby to assure him that he did well. People liberally coated in blood...

He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, and then pushed himself into a sitting position, running his hands through his hair.

"But I don't want to kill people," he said, his voice quiet. "I want to learn how to fight, in case I ever need to, and my Uncle's not here to keep training me. But killing..."

The thought of killing somebody made his insides churn. That wasn't what heroes did.