Sasha wrote:Natsuki nods and geos to redress herself.
Once dressed the women leads her back up front to where her mother is waiting, having picked out a couple outfits for herself and a few more for her daughter. "Are you all set? did you have fun?"
The seamstress smiles. "It was interesting to say the least. I do have somethings in mind for her dress but might take me a few weeks to get this one done. Sorry." She bows her head a little. "Happens sometimes. I hope you don't mind waiting. I want it to fit you personality."
()()()Terra-14()()() And <>Disgui<>
"Yes. A PSO. Without one you cannot make or spend Sen. Plus how could you be given proper access to the places you need can go." They reach, what appears to be a government building, although it looks much nicer with a New Haven spelled out in big acrylic letters, in a nice red color. He stops and holds the temple of his head. "Sorry sir. I am currently helping two new outlanders register and find their friends. No. I guess they could do it on their own. Yessir. I am on my way commander." He turns to them. "Any other questions? My commander is wanting me to return to base. But I don't want to just leave you if you need anything else."
Who knows what those signals might carry, it is clear they only listen in case they come across more survivors. But these signals do seem like something worth while. She won't know what kind of scans are required unless she asks him or goes inside and finds out. Disgui might want to find a place to de-transform before registering however, probably wouldn't want to be registered as a teenage girl.
Hira Kanaki wrote:Keiko's face turns fully red upon the whole date comment. "Mom, you that probably wouldn't happen...though it would be nice, but I think he just sees me as a friend...then again I never did try...Maybe the shopping trip would help..." Keiko said trying to get rid of the red face.
"Sure hone..." Just then their car is crashed into by a speeding car. Keiko knows that her mom had the right of way. Then what happened? Seems another car ran a red light coming the other way. The car was hit on the passenger side, on Keiko's side. But in that moment she had blacked out from the force of the impact. She comes to, hearing her mother's voice. "Keiko! Keiko! stay with me! Please Kenji!" She might not even notice the pain going through her body, pain? What is this? Was she going to die? She could see blood going down her right arm, covering her hand. And and...
Kris_Roth wrote:Meanwhile, Lin nods and begins to make some sandwiches, BLT's (Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato Sandwiches with light mayonaisse), "I hope you like BLT's, Grandma. Grandpa too. Water to drink, or maybe iced tea with lemon?"
Lin's grandma smiles, nodding to her. "That sounds nice. Some nice sweet tea dear. I am just going to sit for a bit." She goes over to a chair and sits down at the table, waiting, letting Lin do the cooking.
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Why was Hitomi even thinking about this now? She never had before as a guy. It was fight because it was fun. Because he could keep his emotions in check. Because he knew how to. Same reason he played games. It kept him from just constantly yelling at people. It is then that she notice the two boys staring at her again, glaring at them. As if questioning what they wanted.
The one approached her and asked. "Umm miss? Those moves you were preforming before. My grandpa taught me some fighting but... I've never seen a style like that. What is that?" He seemed curious in a way that didn't piss off Hitomi completely.
She responding to him after a moment of thought. "It is. My style. Just something I have been working on since I learned multiple styles. Mixing and melding them together. Nothing major."
The boy gives a slow nod. "Wow. You are awesome. Want to..."
"No. I don't date. And I'd wipe the floor with you in a fight." Hitomi knew she would. She gets up and goes to the door. "I have to..." what? She wasn't sure what could end this conversation. "...go change." That was stupid. Ohh well. She opens the door heading into the room for some privacy.