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[Perhaps it had been her previous encounter with Edmundo 'The Self-Proclaimed Blade' that had Vastra unwilling to exit her apartment without carrying her sword with her. Truth be told, whenever she's out and about her bustle hides more than just padding, so she's never completely unarmed. But until a few days had passed without any vandalism-related incidents, Vastra mentally refuses to go anywhere without her sword.]

[Fortunately.]

[Early in the afternoon, as she's heading for the stables, Vastra is approached by four droids with clear intentions of subduing her. Their intentions don't last very long--Vastra made a hobby of taking apart sentient machines before her time in Luceti. Ones with artificial intelligence weren't exactly difficult to dispatch.]

[She stands, a little winded from the battle (it's been a while since she's had four targets at once) and surrounded by droid parts.]


I think not. [She mutters to herself as she examines her sword and rolls her eyes in supreme annoyance. Of course her sword is damaged, it had always been damaged after every dealing with a Cyberman. The hem of her gown has also been completely ripped out, in addition to the underarms of both sleeves, and her lip is split--she is a very irate mess right about now.]

[And what's more, Vastra now realizes that her journal was recording the whole thing. Grimacing, she quickly shuts it and ends the feed.]




[Intentional Video]

I had been wondering how long it would be before the Malnosso attempted to get my attention with some of their robotic servants. However I did not appreciate the method of the invitation at all. And neither did my sword.

[She brings said weapon into frame. In places, it closely resembles a bread knife, there are so many dents in the blade.] Yes, I know I should simply take it to the weapons shop, however this blade is of very particular intrinsic value and I don't want to leave it just anywhere without knowing it is being properly cared for. I am hoping to speak with someone directly regarding doing a repair.
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[By Vastra's reckoning, years have passed. Her position at Scotland Yard has been elevated considerably, and in addition her little inner circle has expanded to a veritable 'Gang' of sorts. She and Jenny were married and happy, the Doctor had some of his familiar spark back, and yet...]

[Vastra leaves the woods, her hat veil trailing behind her as she carries it in her hand. Luceti, again. Warmer this time, thankfully, however it was not a welcome sight.]

[Not much seems to have changed, though upon her return to Luceti Vastra regrets leaving behind the few friends she had made. Natasha, Mr. Barnes, Miss Amelia, and Loki to name a few. However life went on and it went at a very quick clip after her return. Now those feelings of regret were resurfacing. Part of her wonders if they escaped, and hopes they did. Part of her feels slightly deflated that should they be gone, she would have to start completely over. This time with the knowledge that her wife was missing her, not just her paramour.]

[She walks down into the village, the path still familiar, repositioning the black hat and veil over her face. She takes it in, as much as she can, and feels very uneasy when she gets the sense that the changes she sees are extremely superficial...]

[When she arrives at the room she had, there is plastic over the furniture--and though the clothes and personal items are gone, it appears the heavier things never moved. Vastra pulls the cover off her familiar chair, sits, and opens her journal.]


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Is there anyone here who recalls seeing me a few years ago? I realize this is most likely a strange message, however as unsettling as Luceti is, little seems to have changed since my departure. I suppose this is simply the nature of this place?
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