<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:05am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Creed, open<br/><hr/><br/>As she stood there she thought about resting her helm upon her sword after shoving it in the ground. She thought about raising her hands in a submissive, surrender, but she never surrendered during the Eclipse, she would not now. She hoped they weren't too hostile, she was tired of those who would harm rather than lose something, or gain something for that matter.  She looked up to the mansion before her, her thoughts on what life would be like inside the halls of this shelter, though she had to admit, it weathered the Eclipse far better than most of the nation's structures. Perhaps...<br/><br/>The door opened, she hadn't changed her pose, though her chin was up and slightly tilted as he answered. Appealing looks, and as he looked her over, she did the same. That was a fresh grooming, fresh bathing, hygiene had not been a focus with all of the groups that she had been with over the last two years. Though defensive, yet anyone who survived the day of hallucinations had become at least wary.<br/><br/>Her greeting had been a bit odd, he asked if she were here to see anyone. She thought about how she was dressed. He must think I am some kind of officer. Perhaps, he needs a demonstration.  "Am I at the right place?" As she responds, her focus splits, "I am Antigone, and I have come a long way to find a quiet moment." the motorcycle lifts from the ground, clearing easily five feet, "I hear that The Cathedral is near," unbolting the front tire, back tire, and rotating her bike to show how it has an open space where the engine would have gone, though floating there behind her in three pieces may have been a bit much. "and accepting applicants if not attendants. It has been a long road, can you offer directions if I am not correct?" Her words said she was amenable, though the sass in her hip cock said she knew where she was.  She allowed the motorcycle parts to lower and stack off to the side of the fencing.<br/><br/>