War didn't usually have to enter anywhere unnoticed, but tonight she slinked into the ballroom at her leisure, almost stealthily. Nonetheless, she hadn't been there for more than a moment before a distinct pop sounded and she found her usual clothes replaced by a flowing saffron robe, her hair bound and knotted on top of her head, and a cushion strapped to her stomach.
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Date: 2005-12-07 06:24 pm (UTC)She growled. "Has it really got to be Buddha?"