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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:54 am
Her ears pricked at the snap, turning to face him again. He seemed agitated as he started signing again and Tayce was already shaking her head no though he was shaking his head yes.
The next sequence was confusing, the gesture over his head wasn't one she knew or was familiar with. Whatever it was, he didn't want her doing it. She didn't have time to stop and ask him to clarify though, since he was already onto the next bit. Through the door are enemies. Lots of big baddies.
Well duh, that's why she didn't want to leave. Easier to hold where there's a choke point than go dancing around a field of unfriendlies. But now it was back to the gesture she didn't understand and her going to the floor. It didn't matter though. He was arguing tactics, and she thought his was stupid.
Out there be dragons, so lets go poke them? No, thank you.
Slashing her hand away from herself with a headshake, pretty much a universal 'kill it' or no, or kill that idea Tayce made the symbol for the door again, and the one for a point of entry. She didn't have a weapon to effectively suggest someone breaching the area, so Tayce settled for grasping her wrist in the sign for 'enemy' and then the symbol for pistol or any small gun, really, and drew a line across her throat.
No, not doing it.
If they come through the door, I'll kill them.
And just to be stubborn, she pointed down to the floor and made her hand into a fist before sitting down defiantly and turning her back to him, a clear dismissal.
I'm holding here.
And too bad if you disagree.
Here ears twitched this way and that and she crossed her arms over her chest, not bothering to look behind herself. She had no intention of leaving and getting herself killed because some punk with a gun and a bad temper wanted to play solider.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 10:02 am
His ears flattened in aggravation, watching the small female tell him again that she wouldn't leave. And then...door, point of entry, enemy, pistol, death? The last one was somewhat clear, but it didn't really make much sense, unless...was she suggesting she could hold the warehouse? What was she thinking, that she could live here? Completely out of the question, but giving more weight to the 'homeless' idea. The owners of warehouses on Omega, especially in this sector, were not to be trifled with. If he left her here she would either die, or wish she had, and he wasn't about to let that happen.
He watched her finish with what came across as a stubborn 'I'm staying here', crossing his arms as she turned her back to him while he tried to figure out the next step. Caecilius was fairly certain there was no way to explain it now, especially since she seemed to be done 'talking' with him. Guess there was only one thing he could do...
He growled lightly in frustration as he walked past her to where the dead Batarian lay, taking the best of the merc's weapons that would fit on his holster points, and throwing the rest into the alleys nearby. He wasn't necessarily expecting to use the guns, but extra credits would always be nice if he didn't. Whoever found the body would have to do some work to figure out what happened, and that would deter most from assuming it was anything but a typical death on Omega. Which, in reality, was pretty much what happened anyway.
With that taken care of, he turned to face the stubborn female, his ears folded back while he bared his teeth ever so slightly. Boldly striding over to where she sat, he picked her up in a fluid motion, hoisting her over his shoulder before turning and heading back out the warehouse door.
What a great adventure this was turning out to be...
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 5:14 pm
Purposefully ignoring him, she simply scooted around on her butt to keep her back to him as he moved. The growl did raise the little hairs at the nape of her neck though, a sound she could no longer make herself really. There was shuffling and clinking noises, which she dismissed as him going about his own way.
Which bothered her slightly. Tayce really didn't want to be left alone here, it was dirty and strange and barely met the basic needs for survival in an urban setting. It was starting to look like her choices were stay here and die eventually, or follow the male and die immediately.
Some choice.
Still contemplating on her choice of death or death, she didn't have the mind to keep up the pretense of being frustrated with the visored male as he re-approached. Tilting her head up at him, she wondered if this was goodbye and good riddance especially with his self-assured pace. Noticing the tilt of his ears and the slight show of fang, Tayce felt her stomach tighten briefly. Fear? Or-
And without further ceremony he had simply lifted all of her considerable weight and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Startled, she wheezed and coughed loudly, busying herself with regaining breath. It took several moments before she noted that the light quality had changed and... she was outside the warehouse. A new fit of hisses and gasps of air overtook her as she struggled in his grasp, starting to pound his back with her palms. Not wanting to hurt him, at least not yet, but demanding he put her down so she could run back to safety and away from this overwhelmingly alien and dangerous world.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 6:30 pm
She was a lot heavier than she looked, and Caecilius wasn't sure if he could carry her through the alley, let alone all the way back to his place. As luck would have it, she started coughing, wheezing, and struggling like a little kid once he made it outside, which severely limited how far he'd be able to go. He didn't want to seem weak though, and hid the strain his muscles were enduring as best he could, but finally deciding that she had to go.
Using both hands to deposit her back on the ground, his ears twitched as he heard the sound of the warehouse doors locking behind him. The Batarian's omnitool might have the temporary softkey for the door, but he wasn't about to try and dig it out. Which meant that unless she knew of another way, she was stuck out here with him. Maybe that would snap her out of whatever delusion she had of living in the warehouse.
It had to be a delusion or something similar, why else would she pick a warehouse of all places to hold up in? There was plenty of abandoned buildings on Omega, or hell, even suitable alleyways that could provide decent cover. Though this wasn't from personal experience or anything, of course. And it wasn't even a designated food storage warehouse, which would really be a better choice to try and hold up in like she seemed to suggest. Here, it wasn't as if she could count on there being food in the crates all the time, how did she think she was going to manage to survive in there? Magic?
He placed a hand on her shoulder and moved to the side so she could see the closed door, trying to bring her attention to it by pointing with the other hand. He wasn't quite sure how she would react, but she would understand that they were both locked out now, right? You don't just have a high-spec set of armor like hers and not understand simple concepts like locked doors, unless that was why she was homeless? But...that wouldn't make any sense...
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:07 pm
Continuing to beat on his back, she was distantly surprised at how long he was managing to carry her natural weight in combination with the heavy class armor. There was a lot of metal in both, after all. It didn't take him long to set her down though, and instantly she was scanning her surroundings for potential hazards. Skulking in a slow circle, her head snapped this way and that as she evaluated what she could see and what her sensors fed her. Not that her gear knew what to make of much of anything here.
A heavy hand on her shoulder made her jump slightly before she looked up at the male and then beyond him to the door that was now shut. Scrambling to it, her hands slammed against the metal, feeling for some keyhole or button or something that she could otherwise manipulate to open it. To no avail though, and the sensor icon remained a glaring shade of orange through her tinted faceplate, denying her re-entry.
Pounding the side of her fists on the door in futile frustration, her ears had collapsed and were pinned as far back they could as she sank to her knees in front of the barrier; dejected and scared. The whir of her filter could barely keep up with her panting breaths and hissed in objection.
Survival and training telling her to get a grip, Tayce spun around and pressed her back to the closed door and backed up into the jam of the door frame, looking around plaintively. She eyed the male who'd done this to her and stared.
And stared.
And debated making a rude gesture with her hand in his direction.
Hopefully that was a signal that he would comprehend.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:05 am
Though he couldn't see her expression, the way she turned to stare at him was indicative enough. Not that he particularly cared if she was upset at him, he was helping her, or at least trying to. Whether she realized that was another matter, though. The way she had pawed at the door though, it was almost like she didn't understand how it operated, maybe just because of her panicked state?
Either way, she wasn't getting back in, and the sooner she accepted that the sooner he could get out if this shitty sector. With that in mind he walked up to the locked door and activated his omnitool, waving the amber gauntlet over the lock, trying to indicate to the female that he couldn't open it either, as the hologram buzzed and kept the 'denied' status up. Besides, the only reason he got in this time was because the late Batarian had been kind enough to open it for him.
Backing up a few steps for a moment, he thought about how best to proceed, since simply dragging or carrying her off was neither easy nor practical. If she was trying to live in the warehouse --especially this one-- she was most likely short on food, or at the very least might respond well to the offer. He had the pouches of his energy drink mix, but that would be a bad idea considering the misunderstandings it brought about last week. Maybe a protein bar? He didn't really like how they tasted anyway. 'Mint chocolate' typically didn't taste like used oil, but on Omega anything went, apparently.
Beyond that, he didn't see any weapons on her, maybe she would feel more calm with a gun of her own? With that he pulled the rifle from his back, making sure to keep it pointed away from her so as not to add to her panic, and gave it a quick check to see if it would still fire. Mostly certain that it should be fine, he switched it back to its storage mode and pulled out a wrapped bar while it shifted. Taking the compact gun, he offered the butt end to the armored female, placing the protein bar on top of it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:52 am
Her ears still tilted forward in an aggression and fear, Tayce crossed her arms over her chest again as he pretended to do something to the door. It didn't open though, and she felt like he was mocking her. Unless that thing on his arm was a key of some sort, or a device that could short out the lock, and he was demonstrating that he was impotent at either.
Huffing at him, the sound muffled by her helmet, she turned her head to scan the area yet again, the knot of unease in her chest winding tighter and tighter. It simply wasn't safe here, and she needed to come up with a plan on how to either get back into the warehouse, or find another relatively safe location to hold.
An ear flicking back to the male as she heard the sound of metal, Tayce watched from the corner of her eye as he checked over one of his weapons. Not quite fear, maybe apprehension, started to rise in her as she briefly wondered if he was about to put her out of her misery. Or at least attempt to. But then the weapon ... shrank. Reorganized. The concept wasn't entirely new to her, but seeing it happen automatically, or nearly so, was a little strange. Especially with a gun. Tilting her head at him wearily, her eyes went wide as he pulled something out of his pocket. She was expecting that squishy silver pouch that powered his visor and let go of the breath she was holding (with a slight rasp of her lungs as she did so) when she noted it wasn't a pouch.
Not that she knew what this was, either. Most of the 'food' sources in storage had been ancient MRE's, old military rations probably bought at discount rates. They were similar enough to her own to recognize them, but the food inside was strange and often made her violently ill. Still, when he offered both the gun and the... thing, to her, she was curious enough to reach out for them.
Accepted gingerly, she laid the weapon across her lap and investigated the wrapped bar in earnest, not sure if this puzzle would be helpful. Looking at him as if he'd clue her in, or maybe to ask for permission before destroying it, Tayce tore at the wrapper and her tail wagged slowly on it's own accord. It stilled though, when she realized there was no real way to eat it. Lifting her faceplate would leave her exposed and vulnerable, and that wasn't a risk she was willing to take just for a mouthful.
Debating, she decided it was worth the slight battery drain to stealth for the few minutes it would take her to consume the gift. Cloaked, she lifted her faceplate and slowly drew away from her air tube, doing her best to muffle her wheezing breaths before decimating the bar. Probably too quickly since she started to cough and hack. It was totally worth it though. The taste was horrible, but that was relative after a week of starving. Swallowing with a little difficulty, Tayce took her tube again and replaced the plate before coming back out of stealth; her attitude much improved. Tail wagging slightly, optimistically, she tilted her head up at him as she picked up the rifle.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:12 pm
Caecilius smirked lightly as she accepted the food and gun, a little relieved that her attitude seemed to soften. He wasn't quite sure what her favored weapon was, but it was supposed to be the thought that counted, right? Doing his best to hold back a snicker when she came across the problem of eating with her helmet on, he was hoping to finally see what was under it, but quickly shut up when she simply...vanished? He didn't think it was possible, especially with his visor feeding him every EM spectrum, but there it was. Or, was not.
He reached out to carefully poke where her shoulder was a moment ago, satisfied with the result that she hadn't literally disappeared and was simply cloaked. What kind of military-type with fancy armor and a goddamn cloaking device ended up homeless on Omega?! Contractors would fight each other to hire someone like her, she wouldn't have to worry about anything, and would even be able to simply leave Omega at that rate. He would be stuck here for years yet, he was too busy surviving to be able to save up for a ticket off this rock.
He was starting to feel awkward just standing there, and he could hear her breathing difficulties just like last time, so he could only assume she had taken off the helmet. But still, she was wearing armor probably worth more than the Eezo that was in the warehouse the first time they met, and she was shy? That might explain why she was homeless, but otherwise didn't make much sense...
Before he could further ponder her living conditions, she reappeared, sans the protein bar. Why the secrecy? Still, she looked visibly in a better mood for it, so Caecilius assumed it was a good gesture. He smiled, ears perking up at her mood change. Maybe he wouldn't have to drag her off? Shifting slightly to adjust his weight, he offered his hand to her. He offered the same as her free hand, so she could keep holding the rifle, hoping that would help alleviate any trust issues.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:56 pm
She grinned behind her faceplate in response to his own smile, past grievances forgiven for now. Food had that kind of affect. Still, she eyed his proffered had cautiously at first, not sure if it was about to be engulfed in the cold, green fire that didn't seem to burn. Exploded though, but not burn.
When nothing happened after a few moments, she took his hand in her own and hauled herself up off the floor. Looking around anxiously, she tried to get the rifle to settle into one of her holsters, but it just wasn't happening. She'd have to modify her gear for the oddly shaped weapons, but that was going to have to wait. Right now she had to survive a hostile environment, with only a 'blind' guide to lead her.
Tilting her head at him, she was asking without asking; what now?
And if he suggested leaving, she would just have to deal with the battery drain and re-cloak.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:09 pm
He patiently waited for her to either accept his offered hand or give a sign that she didn't, relieved when she took it, pulling his arm back to help her up. Puzzled, he watched her try to holster the rifle, her armor didn't have the standard holster points? Just when Caecilius thought he had rationalized every quirk she had, something new and out of the ordinary popped up.
Pushing the new anomaly to the side, he focused on the task at hand: getting the hell out of here. Nodding at her inquisitive head tilt, he activated his omnitool. Bringing up the mapping feature, he set it to holographic mode so she could see, and also because they had to traverse a few levels up to get to his place. Setting a marker on said apartment, he plotted the path backwards, ending with another marker at the warehouse. He didn't really need the map, since he had lived on this station for one orbit too many, but he figured that if he showed her where they were going she might be a little more cooperative. Better than her blindly following a...blind guy, at least.
Pointing at the actual warehouse, he outlined it's counterpart on the map, then pointed to the alley across from it, similarly outlining it on the map. He looked up at her, hoping that was sufficient to allow her to get her bearings by, then pointed to the marker for their destination, and made a squared arch before pointing at himself.
That's my house.
Pausing for a moment, he added another bit; drawing a finger in a circle, then pointing to himself, and finally tilting his head slightly to the side to make it a question.
Follow me?
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:53 am
Flailing backwards as something lit up on his arm, her first thought was that weird power again; but this was the wrong color. Brilliantly gold to her tinted view, Tayce eyed it wearily from her vantage point... pressed against the wall as she was. When nothing apparently blew up her ears sprang up again, looking at the male curiously.
He was busy though, poking and prodding at the golden... image. It was an image. Intrigued now, Tayce took a cautious step forward, leaning towards the hologram that hovered and flickered above his arm. It wasn't hard to recognize it for what it was; a 3D projection of a map. Not unlike ones she'd used herself.
Her eyes followed his hand as he pointed behind them, at the warehouse she'd been squatting in, and then back to the map. Tilting her head at the gesture, she squinted at the light projection, noting the location had a marker. Another gesture to the alley and back to the map showed he was relating points of perspective for her. It was starting to click.
Raising her hand to follow along the path indicated in the holo, Tayce made a mental note that it went through a few levels of 'floors' and it was by no means close. Concerned at the distance, she turned to him as her ears drooped. He gestured a door, and then himself. His place, or at least what he was defending.
Another gesture, and she sighed inwardly. Rally on him. He was asking if he could lead her to his holding position. It wasn't like she had a whole lot of options, and he'd been friendly so far. Well, at least relatively. It was her best chance at survival, sad to say. Nodding dejectedly, Tayce activated her cloak again and reached up with her hand to touch his shoulder, letting him know she hadn't moved yet.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 3:27 pm
It was fairly obvious she didn't like the idea of going along with him, at least she seemed to understand the map though. He had thought he would need to be cautious since he was traveling with her, but when she cloaked it dawned on him that this would be much easier, as long as he didn't lose her at least. He paused for a moment, ears twitching with a bit of uncertainty, she could have just cloaked and run off to hide somewhere for all he knew. The light pressure on his shoulder gave him a bit of hope though, perhaps this would work after all!
He smiled and nodded back at the invisible female, letting the map dissolve as he turned off his omnitool, he knew the path well enough. Setting off towards the alleyway, it felt kind of odd leading someone that he couldn't see or talk to, but he tried to set his mind to the task since he couldn't risk looking or acting suspicious. Picking up the discarded shotgun he had tossed down this particular alley, giving it a quick check before continuing on. Though not really his preferred weapon, if there was trouble it would be the best option in the confined spaces along their route.
The actual trip was mostly devoid of action, though Caecilius did his best to remain aware that he had a phantom following him, dawdling at doorways and hatches just long enough for some signal of the female's presence to become known and so on. The only area he was really worried about was when they crossed through Blue Suns territory, but from the amount of Vorcha milling about he could only guess they had their hands busy elsewhere. Beyond that, he passed by the usual mix of Batarians, Turians, Krogan, and Salarians, as well as the occasional Asari and rare human. He tried his best not to get drawn into any conflicts, but all of the weapons he was carrying gave him a bit of an itch he wanted to scratch with violence. It was probably for his own good that he kept reminding himself of the armored female, or he might have ended up a bloody mess before the end of the cycle.
Standing in the last hatchway as he lazily stretched, he waited until he could hear the faint sound of footsteps passing, before stepping out of range of the door's sensors. Proceeding down a few more halls and turns, he stopped at an inconspicuous door, bringing up his omnitool and waving it over the lock's hologram. The door wasn't marked or decorated to distinguish it from the other identical ones common around the station, and the only identifying characteristic was a small number etched above it on the left side, though the rust and grime made it hard to tell what it actually read as. Was that a 5 or a 9? Were the numbers even in human script? Caecilius certainly didn't know or care, all he needed to remember was where it happened to be in Omega's maze.
Stepping past the doorway, he pulled up his omnitool once again to turn on the lights and slowly reveal the poor excuse for living quarters he occupied. It wasn't messy...much, but it was rather small, only seeming to have a bathroom to one side and a bedroom to the other. The common room was basically used for everything else, and had storage containers and a fridge in the corner.
Letting his rigid posture drop, he sighed in relief as he went about unloading everything from his little adventure, piling up the guns he had made off with onto the couch. Plopping down next to his little armory, he pulled out the omnitool he had relieved the Batarian of, starting to dig through it for useful data while he waiting for his guest to make herself known again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 5:08 pm
At his nod she let her hand drop, assuming the acknowledgement meant he understood. Now she just had to pray she wouldn't get lost or he wouldn't lead her astray. Looking around nervously, she followed his lead into the alley, taking the opportunity to get a better handle on the gifted rifle, using the covering scrape of him picking up the shotgun to mask the any noise she made while the weapon conformed to her grip. Odd thing, that. She'd have to take a better look at it later, maybe even get some practice in before she had to really use it. Wasn't her preferred class of weapon, but Tayce wasn't much of a fighter unless needed anyway.
Each door presented a hazard, an obstacle she had to gracefully glide through without bumping into anyone or anything. After each she would tap his shoulder lightly before moving on, waiting for him by pressing her back against the wall or similarly tucking herself out of the way.
It was a dance, really, to stay close enough as to not lose him, but not to touch. Especially with her heart hammering as it was. She fought to keep her breathing as even as possible as she stared at the ...people? Giant lizards, both hulking and another kind more lean and bird-like. Then there were slick and bug-eyed things that hurried about, an odd handle of sorts protruding from most of their chests. Huge bumbling mammoths and tiny round things. four-eyed creatures like the one she'd kicked in the chest before. Blue females... that definitely weren't human.
In fact, where the hell were the humans? She'd seen all of about three in this strange place. They weren't exactly being attacked but it was both bizarre seeing them in this strange mix and a relief. The otherness of this place had a bit more of a buffer, but it still felt so wrong. She nearly ran into the visored male's back as she looked over her shoulder at one of the odd people as he stretched his spine out, buying her time to slip through the moved panels. Correcting herself, she brushed his shoulder in passing before getting out of his way; letting him take the lead again.
A winding passage took them to an ordinary door, but he stopped at this one and did something to it with that thing on his arm. Slipping in behind him, she shifted to the left and stayed a hair's width from the wall, not seeing what he did that turned the lights on. Jumping a bit at the sudden change, Tayce's head swung around as she tried to analyze every possible attack that could come at once, milling backwards until she found where two walls met.
Except, he wasn't acting like this was a hostile situation. His whole demeanor changed in a matter of seconds as he approached what seemed to be a cleared off couch, depositing his goods. It was then that Tayce heard the hiss of the door closing. Scrambling to it, she groped at the seem anxiously, trying to get it to re-open in vain. Her breathing hitched as she twirled around to put the hard panels at her back, taking stock again. Single room, too cluttered to tell if it was clear or potentially trapped. Sliding against the wall, she checked the next room adjacent, and recognized that it was a bathroom. Slinking in, she peeked into everything, prodding this and that to verify that there was no potential hazards.
Next was figuring out how to barricade the door. Grabbing whatever would move, she dragged and and gathered and reorganized until it would be hell for anyone to get through. Then she set about trying to lock the door, though the panel was strange. Hopefully just mashing it would take care of the problem for her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 8:59 am
He looked up at the noise at the door, wondering why she was still cloaked, did she not recognize the apartment as a living space? He could tell she made it inside, the sound of her armor along the wall was evidence enough of that, though he had no doubt that she would pound on the door if she got shut out. He silently tracked the noise, smirking when she found the bathroom, probably a luxury if she didn't have a place of her own. He shook his head at the sound of her rummaging through everything as the door shut, looking down at his omnitool as it vibrated his wrist, the data dump from the dead merc's omnitool completed. That taken care of, he wiped the memory and reset everything else. A used omnitool wouldn't fetch much of a price, but with how she reacted to the warehouse door and the map he pulled up, he could probably hand it off to the female. Maybe then she wouldn't have as hard a time on the station.
The sound of what he guessed was the cabinet in his bathroom being slid across the floor snapped him from his thoughts, what was she up to? There wasn't much she could damage in there, but he'd like to continue using his bathroom without water spraying everywhere. He was gonna be stuck here for a while anyway, rent was hard enough to come by. Regardless, he hadn't put his clean towels away, so if she wanted to clean up she'd be tracking water all over the place.
Pushing himself off the couch, he grabbed the thin wrist-guard looking thing that was the omnitool and went into the bedroom, pulling out a few clean towels for his guest. They weren't folded, but he didn't think that would bother her, hopefully. Placing the black glove on top of the towels, he walked back over to the closed bathroom door and waved his omnitool in front of it. He could only stand there and blink at the state of the bathroom as the door opened, his cabinet moved to barricade the door, other things moved around as if to fortify it. Did she want privacy? It made sense and all, but without an omnitool she wouldn't be able to activate the lock. Maybe it she had just been too long without an omnitool of her own...
He offered the towels and tech glove over the cabinet, unsure of where exactly the female was, but not feeling quite brave enough to try entering the room with an invisible soldier-type. He was tempted to try and show her how to set up the omnitool so she could lock the door, but half hoped that she could figure it out herself, he was itching to turn in the contract so he could buy some food anyway.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:35 am
Jumping back as the door started to move, she scurried behind her barricade as she looked for an optimal hide. Perching her new (well, new to her) rifle on the jumble of crap, she watched curiously as the door finished and the male took stock of the damage.
Pulling the gun away quickly lest it go off on an unattended target, she held it pointing up while still remaining in her crouch; taking stock of his peace offering. Towels and a... vambrace? No, too thin. Some sort of hand and forearm covering though. Or maybe he was trying to get into the bathroom to take a shower himself?
In which case... was it truly safe here? She uncloaked and looked up at him from her position down and just a bit to his right. Tilting her head curiously at him and his bundle, she dared to hope that maybe it would be alright here. At least, long enough for her to actually sleep for one night.
Or, heaven forbid, actually shower. Ears perking at the thought, she tried to come up with a way to ask if it was safe here, and couldn't think of anything besides maybe a safety feature on a gun as the common ground. But she had no idea if her weapon even had such a thing, or how on earth she would relate it to 'here'.
And if it wasn't safe, would she even be able to pass up the chance at a shower anyway? The answer was no, and too bad if her female sensitivities got her in trouble. Being clean was a wonderful, glorious thing.
Suddenly desperate to be out of her armor, Tayce looked over her shoulder at the showerhead longingly, pointing to it than back at herself before looking at the visored face again with a questioning glance and a few wags of her tail.
Oh please oh please oh please...
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