<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</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>Doorman/girl<br/><hr/><br/>She had waited most of the night, The Cathedral right down the path there. She didn't feel a late night approach would work well, though if she showed up too late in the day she would be inundated with terrifying the locals. This way, showing just before dawn, she would deal with security, they can show their tough face, and she perhaps can be settled before the day gets too long. She rolled forward, her motorcycle was silent, no engine noise because between her knees there was no engine. She propelled it forward by her power, and rolled quietly into their courtyard to walk up the steps.<br/><br/>She giggled to herself, she had forgotten the kickstand. With a look the bike leaned over onto the lowered kickstand. A nod, and a pulse of blue from her eyes, then she turned and offered a single knock, solid, strong, but not aggressive. Stepping back she tucked her helm beneath her arm. She was ready to surrender the helm and sword, she expected it. She pondered removing it, but thought it would ease them to order her to do so. Very well, she would let them disarm her.