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[losthermask]

['sup, Luceti. Thought you were free of giant winged people? You were only mostly right about that. There, in the corner of your eye, or just a few paces behind you, walking down the street and minding her own business, is Shayera Hol. She has not just one, but two pairs of wings, though you'd only be able to tell if you were looking very, very closely. The smaller, Luceti-world-approved pair is a muted gold and looks like a pattern against her larger, Thanagarian wings.

Today, Shayera is on a mission, and it's not flying the friendly skies. She will first stop in the Slash and Crash (a ridiculous sounding name) before heading into the tunnels to get her explorer on and continue to investigate what was revealed there before leaving at around dark to pay a visit to the grocery store. She doesn't feel like cooking, so the chances are good it's ramen again for dinner tonight, unless someone can persuade her otherwise.]

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[greenjacketed]

"Major," he half-smiled -- still proud of it even now, "in his Britannic Majesty's infantry."

[losthermask]

A soldier. It figured.

"So it's Major Sharpe, then."

[greenjacketed]

"Aye, ma'am. But seeing as we're here and not home. And as you're fortunate to be no recruit of mine, you may stick to Sharpe. If you like. Most do."

[losthermask]

"It's not much fun being a recruit of anyone's," and she was a long way past that. That was something solid, at least. "Pleased to meet you, Sharpe."

[greenjacketed]

"You sound familiar with the practice..."