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Post by Kaidan [3837] on Feb 26, 2012 4:23:21 GMT -5
"Yukkuri yare," came a voice, softly and undirected towards anyone else.
The point was not to be noticed... at least for as long as possible. Being a fresh face to the Saviors wasn't enough to remove the need of caution for a Rogue while they trespassed on their territory... or rather, Kaidan being the mischievous girl of a stitch she was, wanted to try sneaking into the Cathedral and surprise the friend she met the other night. What was his name again? It started with a "J", she knew that much at least.
ANYWAY. The wall she had scaled wasn't that hard to climb with the right angle, going up, she thought. The only trouble was the window, yet she was prepared... with a tool she picked up on the way from the Northeast Shops. Gently, Kaidan wedged the edge of the metal dome part of the object into place so she could easily crack the window open with just a little application of force needed.
The room in particular was luckily seldom used. The reason was most likely the fact that it was the "latrine" as the former human owners would have called it among other names. It would be too much work for mere stitchpunks to dismantle and rework the room into something else. The water in the toilets had all but dried up, as the human made motors that used to keep the water pressure going had long been put out of commission. There was some standing water deep in the pipe systems, yet it wasn't worth the effort of finding by a long shot. The mirrors that used to line the wall above the now nonfunctional sinks were stripped and put to use as raw material for various projects done by the Saviors in the passed... It was also a little dark in this room. That didn't bother Kaidan, though. She was brave enough to talk to wandering spirits, so a little darkness wasn't anything she couldn't handle. It was the wind outside that was more unwelcoming to her she found. Perhaps if she played her cards right, Kaidan could convince Jack... or... Jim(?)... to let her stay there for the night and let blusterous weather blow over? He was an "alchemicant" or whatever with magic powers, so she assumed that he got at least some amount of respect from the rest of the Saviors. Then again, Kaidan wasn't used to society that was under lawful rule of relative equality rather than imposed rule by force and earned respect.
As soon as she noted the coast was clear, Kaidan hopped down and rolled to quiet her dissent upon the floor to a mere tinkle of her iron shod aluminum limbs against it. Her tool was held with one hand stretched out to the side so it didn't drag across the ground. The spear she always carries outside of Rogue territory was left outside as carrying around while trying to be incognito for the most part was very much a self defeating idea. The tool she held looked harmless enough, yet it would still serve well enough as a weapon if need be. It wouldn't make a machine run home to "mother", but there wasn't any worry about those within the Cathedral. No. Stitchpunks would best beware the almighty 3837 of the Rogues with her trusty silver... spoon... and while heavily tarnished from natural wear and tear, it was still solid through as and through; enough to send most anima packing with a well given blow to the head.
As Kaidan came to her feet, she let the back end of the spoon handle touch the ground. Then she proceeded to exit the latrine towards the common area of the cathedral, strutting and using the spoon as a showy walking stick. There were more than one strange looks given her way, as people pondered whether they'd seen her in the Cathedral before, or why she was walking like she was. From a distance, a stitchpunk with black synthetic threads of hair atop his head leered at the mostly purple anima with the curious headdress. After a moment of scanning Kaidan with his eyes for behavior and intent(as he did with just about everyone he saw for the first time) the investigator shook his head and returned to minding his own business. A troubling case was on his mind already, and it was best if he was left undistracted. This "3837" seemed harmless enough anyways, and was therefore of no concern...
...Where was Jake? Oh, yeah. Jacob. That was it. Finally remembering the name brought a lighter step to her feet as Kaidan made her way through the masses. She peered side to side as she paraded as if on a catwalk, looking for one matching Jake's features. She at least knew exactly what he looked like. How could one forget that about someone they intend to see again? Names to her were one thing. True distinctions as she would call them (only out loud if she could say the second word correctly the first try) were what Kaidan looked for in people. Names were just less than primary distinctions about a person, where their thought and action patterns could provide much more to them than just a label. There was some hope involved with Kaidan's glancing from this way to that, and it was well rewarded when her optics finally caught the familiar furred arms below the poncho like garment. She really hoped the surprise wouldn't be unwelcome. There was little doubt it would be, as Jacob gladly told her about him being a Savior, yet to him, she was a lone for all he knew. Eventually she'd fill the boy in on her affiliation with the Rogues. Then again, until she finished her trial it wasn't really official anyway.
"Hah-haahhh! Anataaaaa o mitsuketa!" cried Kaidan to the boy to get his attention.
The point was not to be noticed... at least for as long as possible. Being a fresh face to the Saviors wasn't enough to remove the need of caution for a Rogue while they trespassed on their territory... or rather, Kaidan being the mischievous girl of a stitch she was, wanted to try sneaking into the Cathedral and surprise the friend she met the other night. What was his name again? It started with a "J", she knew that much at least.
ANYWAY. The wall she had scaled wasn't that hard to climb with the right angle, going up, she thought. The only trouble was the window, yet she was prepared... with a tool she picked up on the way from the Northeast Shops. Gently, Kaidan wedged the edge of the metal dome part of the object into place so she could easily crack the window open with just a little application of force needed.
The room in particular was luckily seldom used. The reason was most likely the fact that it was the "latrine" as the former human owners would have called it among other names. It would be too much work for mere stitchpunks to dismantle and rework the room into something else. The water in the toilets had all but dried up, as the human made motors that used to keep the water pressure going had long been put out of commission. There was some standing water deep in the pipe systems, yet it wasn't worth the effort of finding by a long shot. The mirrors that used to line the wall above the now nonfunctional sinks were stripped and put to use as raw material for various projects done by the Saviors in the passed... It was also a little dark in this room. That didn't bother Kaidan, though. She was brave enough to talk to wandering spirits, so a little darkness wasn't anything she couldn't handle. It was the wind outside that was more unwelcoming to her she found. Perhaps if she played her cards right, Kaidan could convince Jack... or... Jim(?)... to let her stay there for the night and let blusterous weather blow over? He was an "alchemicant" or whatever with magic powers, so she assumed that he got at least some amount of respect from the rest of the Saviors. Then again, Kaidan wasn't used to society that was under lawful rule of relative equality rather than imposed rule by force and earned respect.
As soon as she noted the coast was clear, Kaidan hopped down and rolled to quiet her dissent upon the floor to a mere tinkle of her iron shod aluminum limbs against it. Her tool was held with one hand stretched out to the side so it didn't drag across the ground. The spear she always carries outside of Rogue territory was left outside as carrying around while trying to be incognito for the most part was very much a self defeating idea. The tool she held looked harmless enough, yet it would still serve well enough as a weapon if need be. It wouldn't make a machine run home to "mother", but there wasn't any worry about those within the Cathedral. No. Stitchpunks would best beware the almighty 3837 of the Rogues with her trusty silver... spoon... and while heavily tarnished from natural wear and tear, it was still solid through as and through; enough to send most anima packing with a well given blow to the head.
As Kaidan came to her feet, she let the back end of the spoon handle touch the ground. Then she proceeded to exit the latrine towards the common area of the cathedral, strutting and using the spoon as a showy walking stick. There were more than one strange looks given her way, as people pondered whether they'd seen her in the Cathedral before, or why she was walking like she was. From a distance, a stitchpunk with black synthetic threads of hair atop his head leered at the mostly purple anima with the curious headdress. After a moment of scanning Kaidan with his eyes for behavior and intent(as he did with just about everyone he saw for the first time) the investigator shook his head and returned to minding his own business. A troubling case was on his mind already, and it was best if he was left undistracted. This "3837" seemed harmless enough anyways, and was therefore of no concern...
...Where was Jake? Oh, yeah. Jacob. That was it. Finally remembering the name brought a lighter step to her feet as Kaidan made her way through the masses. She peered side to side as she paraded as if on a catwalk, looking for one matching Jake's features. She at least knew exactly what he looked like. How could one forget that about someone they intend to see again? Names to her were one thing. True distinctions as she would call them (only out loud if she could say the second word correctly the first try) were what Kaidan looked for in people. Names were just less than primary distinctions about a person, where their thought and action patterns could provide much more to them than just a label. There was some hope involved with Kaidan's glancing from this way to that, and it was well rewarded when her optics finally caught the familiar furred arms below the poncho like garment. She really hoped the surprise wouldn't be unwelcome. There was little doubt it would be, as Jacob gladly told her about him being a Savior, yet to him, she was a lone for all he knew. Eventually she'd fill the boy in on her affiliation with the Rogues. Then again, until she finished her trial it wasn't really official anyway.
"Hah-haahhh! Anataaaaa o mitsuketa!" cried Kaidan to the boy to get his attention.