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Alastor merely watched the two people talk while leaning against the side of the speeder, always on the look-out for any aparent dangers. He wasn't religious at all, so just shook his head at Orpheus while he continued talking with Hewitt. That Hewitt boy seemed to be an odd canditate for whatever they were doing here. He seemed so young. What could possibly be special about him? Then again, what was special about Alastor?

Orpheus smiled. "Of course not."

Hewitt took in a gentleman in his mid-twenties, wearing his coppery-red hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and a neatly kept goatee. The shirt he wore was sleeveless, and a complex, almost tribal pattern of tattoos, based around triangles, was able to been extending onto his left shoulder and a little way down his arm. He was of perfectly average height, and bore himself with calm ease. His eyes were grey and his gaze piercing... but there was something unusual about his eyes: the pupils were far smaller that would be expected in this light. A half-smile seemed to permanently play around the corner of his mouth.

"Shall we head up?" he asked of them.

Hewitt eyed Alastor's shotgun with dislike, he felt that large weapons were more suitable for show than for practical use. But whatever, it wasn't his problem. He shrugged, "Yes, let's. I'm anxious to meet this Towermaster."

Alastor jumped back at the speed of this man. He growled, like a bad-tempered dog, and put the unloaded gun back in the back of his jacket. With his helmet still devouring his face, he glared up at Orpheus and began to walk away. He snapped fiercly, "Well, are we going?"

Even as Alastor snapped ar Orpheus, Arien's voice filtered up from the speeder. He walked over and lifted her out, marvelling at how small she was.*

"I'll have to speak to Y'karrhr about those seatbelts... it's only a matter of time before that happens to someone at a point where it does matter. Er, until then, I'd suggest not using them at all."

He turned back to the others. "Now, Alastor, yes I think we are going."

He punched the button for the lift, and the doors opened immediately.

-- The lift is brightly lit, and clad entirely in steel: brushed walls and ceiling, non-slip floor. It is very large: like a service lift. A speeder could easily fit in. --



((*I don't know if that is corect for your particular demographic. I'm 5'3", and considered on the shorter side... but I know that Australia's average height for women is greater than many other parts of the world.))

((OOC - hope you don't mind an intermittant extra character))

As the hubbub of disembarking quieted and the ragtag group began to assemble at the elevator, Snap quietly slipped from the vehicle and joined the back of the group. His footfalls as easy and quiet as that of a stealthy cat.

A slight tilt of his head sideways as an aknowledgment of Orpheus his only response.

((We's all be delighted, I'm sure. Your profile is excellent: you seem to have understood perfectly. Welcome, thanks for joining, I hope you have fun!))

"My pleasure." he smiled, regoining the rest of the group.

Orpheus did not hear Snap's footfalls as he approached. He may have missed the movement altogether had he not picked up the faint rustling of his clothing. He caught Snap's eye, just for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched up into a brief half-smile. He thought he liked this guy already.

--Inside the lift, there are three colums of rivet-style buttons above a slightly inlaid pannel. There are no markings on or near the buttons. Orpheus places his left hand on the panel, and presses one of the buttons. --

"We're currently working on a voice system," he said to Hewitt, "which should eliminate problems like that -- you're not the only person we have who is on the shorter side. From what I hear, you yourself might be able to play a significant role in completing the system."