As with most things, there is a beginning

[runmakitarun]

Earlier today Makita spoke to the people on her team she could find, and left notes with Bar for those she couldn't. Today is the day. It's time to go back.

While she's spoken to her team about what to expect, at least to some degree, no one's gotten a full briefing yet. She's pushed some tables out of the way to form a sort of open space in one corner of the bar, and as people begin to arrive she's starting to unpack the five military-style duffel bags at her feet, laying the contents out on the tables nearby. Grenades, mines, boxes of ammo, and a few guns are slowly spread out like a deadly little buffet.

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Re: Introductions

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy strokes a hand over Miho's tightly bound hair and breathes in her scent.

It feels good to hold her.

Good.

Not right.

This is not her Miho, and it never will be. There are too many pieces missing or permanently shattered. But, it feels good to embrace the elements that are left.

She can do this much.

Re: Introductions

[twiststheblade]

Miho squeezes Goldy gently for a moment, then steps back, and out of the hug. She looks at her for a moment, gaze steady, before nodding, giving her a wistful little smile, and turning to the table of weapons. She's pretty sure she's not going to need anything, but she wants to familiarise herself with what the others will be using, beyond what she already knows.

Re: Introductions

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy gives her ass a friendly swat as she withdraws.

"Alright, alright. Shush already. I'm getting back on task with the ass kicking preparations."

Grinning to herself, she turns her attention to the equipment table as well.