<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 7:10am</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>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 an hour away, 7:52 am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open, Marley<br/><hr/><br/>The desert heat washed forth across the sands ahead of the sunrise. The coolness of the desert night cleared away before it. Another scorcher, in the desert, go figure. Antigone adjusted her armor for heat transference. By design the heat would travel to the flares of the armor and not the inside, it would even carry excessive body heat away from her. Not that she would be cool, just that she wouldn't be cooked in her armor. Its dark coloration drew a lot of heat. Antigone was glad she had chosen to remove the helmet before the heat hit, or her hair would have been an absolute mess, not just a bit sweaty.<br/><br/>She was watching the movements of metals, in the house and out. So, when a near naked girl, well woma, bounded from the building it was a bit of a surprise, but it was adding up to what she was concerned about. Something about this place had everybody fornicating or preparing to fornicate. I guess it makes for a closer group, then again, we are post-Eclipse, should we hold people to the same standards the world held before the troubles? The girl was graceful and expectant, though it was lost the next moment as she noticed she was not alone.<br/><br/>"Yes, as I wait," Antigone offered in response to her guarding the house. She wanted to say more, but the pixi opened the door and looked in expectantly after whispering... something, "Cane?" Antigone repeated in question?