<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/i8jllq4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Arthur Stahl<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021 | 11:20PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE engineering Bay>Black District<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mentions: Toshiro<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Getting into gear<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Long sleeved shirt and matching slacks, both a bit oil stained.<br/><hr/>With the light ring from his phone, Arthur put down the tools he had in his hand, slightly oiled fingers fumbling for his phone as it nearly slipped from his hands – only for the thing to be caught in his hands only for it a firm grip causing it to all but leap from his lubricated fingers. ‘Ah!’ A dive was all that saved his ringing phone from smashing face first into the floor of the engineering room. With an ‘Oof’ he landed belly down, gingerly holding the phone as he used the least slick finger he could to turn it on. “Hello?” He didn’t even bother seeing who the call was from, placing it against his cheek as he then immediately regretted it. The voice on the other line wasn’t hard to recognize, but the energy in the words was a little unlike Toshiro – but then again, Arhtur was no dolt… Most of the time. It was simple to recognize the gravitas within Toshiro’s words, and while Arthur couldn’t get a word in edge wise, that seemed unnecessary as the call ended as suddenly as it started.<br/><br/>“Alright.” The man said to himself quietly, slowly easing himself up, “This sounds bad…” The first thing he did was get a clean rag to get the excess oil off his fingers – things weren’t quite finished, but there was no time like the present to try them out, right? At least that’s what seemed to be the situation. It took the man only another second to begin loading things up – from ammunition to some of the new things he was working on, both arms wrapped around a pile of things as he left the room he was in and moved for his personal van – something he would use as a mobile base of operations… Or a get away vehicle for others if things went slightly south. As his boots hit the SOPHE floor with very sense of urgency, it wasn’t long before he was nearly throwing things into the back of the van, figuring there was little time to secure them and likewise they were built to take a bit of a beating as it was anyway.<br/><br/>“Keys keys keys…” rummaging in his pocket as he barreled into the driver’s seat of the van, he buckled up with one hand as he pulled out the driver’s key and started the engine with no fuss. Black district wasn’t that far, and with everything he had, he should be able to fix… Whatever a problem was, and if they needed additional equipment, hopefully everything he was bringing would pass the cut. If not, it was back to the drawing board. Maybe it was the proper thing to do to follow the rules of the road, but if it was an emergency –  well… The best part of living was almost dying, right? So a little bit of urgency made him gun it all the faster. He was no maniac on the road, but he had a bad feeling about being even two minutes late.