<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuesday, January 14th, 12:30am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black draping swimsuit/Armored in Steel and Gold, full helm, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Answering the door<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Coming from the Public Relations class, heading to Combat,<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Antigone reviewed the lesson today, "Peace first, then there will be less need for War" she supposed would be the title, it was what she had noted in her spiral, the document resting on her desk next to diagrams of a new building, her own workshop. Antigone thought the lesson would boil down more to 'Don't' be a Bitch, but Don't be Someone Else's Bitch Either.' She had cut the Antigone free a bit before the class was over, as Antigone had asked for a few minutes to be able to prepare for Combat Class. Today would be her first on the field.<br/><br/>Antigone exited her room, her breastplate settling over her head, and her buckles settling tight to her form, skirt and legguards tightened as she adjusted her right armbrace. Her sword, helm, pauldrons and gloves followed her down the hall hovering as though attendants awaited her call to provide. A nod to her breastplate, and her pauldrons settled on her shoulders as she stepped down the stairs. She adjusted the buckles as they wove into and under her armbrace and breastplates.She flexed her arms, adjustng the bands beneath for proper fit. How did the knights of old do this, they had to direct and trust their squire to settle and correctly apply the plates.<br/><br/>Antigone's helmet and gloves floated behind her as she walked through the foyer, turning back through the house. She would head out the back, she just needed this left armbrace to settle right. A knock at the door. Stretching out she noticed no significant metals, not gun dangerous. Ok. Her gloves and helmet followed her as she turned for the door, a stern look upon her face, a rigid posture in her stance, Commander Ellington answered the door ready for war.<br/><br/>"Yes, what?" she cut herself off allowing her head to cock to the side and down. "No, hospitality. You say welcome." Her words to herself she nods in acceptance. Looking up, she peers sternly directly at Adam, eye-to-eye. "Welcome, I am Antigone Ellington. How can I help you?" The stern ready stance had not changed, just the words, cold and scripted. The broad bladed sword hovered just a hand span from her hand, the gauntlets settling over her hands as she addressed the young man.<br/>