Exploration (Open)

[true_noir]

Characters: Chloe and You
Setting: Exploring
Format: Action or Prose
Summary: Chloe's first days in the Tower are spent quietly, observing from the wings, looking at the floors near to the dormitories... 'catching up' with old friends.
Warnings: PG, but Chloe's always a creeper. Possibly some threats of violence when she meets Kirika, but not necessarily worse than that. I'll update if needed.


Dormitories/Hallways
Having re-acquired her cloak and body-suit from the trunk, Chloe had slipped her blades into the bandoliers on her back and begun the process of exploring. Early meals of oatmeal, unappetizing, bland and boring oatmeal had been washed down, and she had little interest in remaining in the cafeteria for long. She spent only a minimal amount of time in the room that was supposed to be her own and instead began to wander amongst the various floors, looking about with curiosity and remaining at a distance to most of those that she saw.

For now, it was a new world she had been trapped in. Until she properly understood it, understood what this collar meant compared to the one she had known before, she did not want to tip her hand prematurely.

Aquarium
Well, this at least was interesting. The forest had been skipped on almost immediately. Chloe had bad experiences with woods that thick, and she didn't expect this one was any different. One look at one of those deer was an aid in suggesting she try something more quiet, something with glass between she and the animals.

For now, standing and staring at the fish was at least soothing, if surreal. This tower's construction was hard to really understand.

Cathedral (Closed)
The familiarity of this building was haunting. The chapel that Altena had used had been non-descript as well, any signs of a use for Christianity long lost and forgotten, just as much as the old pagan artifacts lying about the vineyard of home. The faint feeling that she was interrupting, that she did not belong. She stalked amidst the wings, at the edges of the pews and pillars. She wanted to see who else came to places like this.

She suspected she knew one who might, but that would be a sole matter of chance.

Comments

[hegantha]

[ More people from the dark age of technology? Is this just a coincidence, or something more? Only the Emperor really knows. ]

Thanks for being specific! Your turn again.

[true_noir]

Tell me... should something come for us here, can you defend yourself, or will we be forced to do it for you?

[A thin smile. She had no way to know how much of this was an act on Amberley's part, but she was rather bluntly fishing.]

I will save you the returned question and say that you do not need to worry about me.

[hegantha]

[ This was a tricky question. If she told the truth, she was at risk for having her chest raided, and the last thing she needed was her weapons stolen. But then again she didn't need anyone getting in her way and accidentally taking a bolt to the chest. ]

I think we should look out for ourselves.

[ She doubts it'll be convincing, but the most important thing to her is to not have any of her tech stolen. ]

[true_noir]

[Good news. Chloe took a certain professional aversion to anything bulky that could weigh someone down or heavy weapons and guns. She liked mobility and knives. The only thing she would have found interesting was that pretty little ring if she'd known about it.

She didn't look entirely convinced, but at the same time it was close enough to say that the woman at least felt she could take care of herself.]

In truth... I would prefer that, yes.

[hegantha]

Good! I'm glad that's settled. Each woman for herself, in that case.

[ Amberley would still potentially help someone out if they were dying, this is because she's actually a pretty nice person. But that'll come up when it does. ]

Is the outfit some kind of fashion statement, or is it something more practical?

[true_noir]

Practical, more than anything. Freedom of movement, and the cloak is good for keeping off the elements and making people wonder what I am doing. It's surprisingly intimidating most days, even when you know that's what I am doing.

[hegantha]

Intimidating? Who do you have to intimidate?

Ah, wait, I suppose it's your turn, isn't it?

[true_noir]

There are always people who could use a little bit of intimidation. It all depends upon the needs of the moment. But, since it is my turn... perhaps something a little introspective. What do you think I should be asking you?