<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:55am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</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, 7:52 am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Creed, open<br/><hr/><br/>Her responses were lagged, heavily as she focused on all that she was trying to do. Scanning, levitating several objects in relative positioning, reinforcing each of the spacers, she was tempted to shave a bit of the socket, for iron in her spacers, she did collect the filings in the socket set. "I wouldn't know about the effects, I have only... observed it in others. Maybe... once I feel comfortable enough,... and once my outward research is complete... I will find the chance to experience it. I have noticed that your... nervous vibrations are down significantly. You humm less. I... can't define the frequency without... more study. Also, your questions are clearer, more enunciated or understandable by reasonable... responses." Her manipulations of the spacers as they lay in her palm, adding the steel filings to the spacer's composition, caused a flattening, then a ripple that left the surface blackened. As the ripple occurred her markings flared and she dropped the rear tire and everything else wobbled. "Too much," She wiped the carbon free, the iron had separated well, and bonded to the spacer. Seeing the work done, she mounted the rear tire, reassembled the front assembly and mounted the front wheel.<br/><br/>"Yes, I watch you. I felt your electricity when we were close, but only after your power usage. I watch you because you made it clear what you want, then asked me how well I fight. You desire me, the contours of your jeans says so, even if you hadn't said that. Now you have seen me at weakness, or limit. Not sure how you will view or respond. We don't know each other yet."  She stood, turned to look him directly in the eye, "I won't be forced to do anything easily, what you saw earlier was a choice, and trading favors, trading time, for the security, wealth, and comforts you have here would be worth it. At least, until you saw a bit more of what I have to trade. Intellect is so much harder to come by and trade in this day and age. Open the door with a swish of the hip, a spreading of the legs. I haven't had to use that barter chit yet, but have come to terms with the possibility. I have been called a cold bitch in the past, but reason dictates survival over comfort."<br/><br/>She stepped around the bike, and as she did, it slumped at an angle, almost to the ground, "What you have shown me, the fact that you want me, but don't take me. That means that when you get me," The bike suddenly rose to a full standing position, "you will get more than just a cold set of spread legs." The kickstand whipped out with a sharp click. She was standing before him, her eyes hungry as well, her cheeks a light blue tinge in the coming dawns light.<em>To play with him like this, who was she?</em>Her thoughts stayed behind those eyes.<em>Who was he, did he do this to her? Was there something here that made people act this way? He was very forward when she arrived, and the longer she stayed, the more she acted out.</em>