<strong>Karna -- Downtown Gilead -- Meeting New People</strong><br/><br/>Karna stood in a loney structure, a kind of office-building, not fully constructed, someone's idea of work, someone's constant realm of daily labour, stretching toward the sky without any real reason to desire to do so, it was someone's unending toil, with no reward. Karna, the silent towering figure standing, grey hood hanging down, perhaps she was looking down at the street, or perhaps not, it was impossible to tell, with nothing visible beneath her robe.<br/><br/>The bright, demonic woman, some fire beneath her smooth, bare, skin sat nearby, straddling the empty concrete windowframe, and looking down at the street below. Most of the people here, never saw them, for what they were. They were passed on the street, barely a second look, like so many others. Yet, there were those who saw what they were, saw everything, recognized the the reality of what was around them, stopped going to work perhaps?<br/><br/>The clattering of a toolbox inside the building caused the girl, the interpreter, to turn. The tall robed Karna didn't move, but the interpreter bolted. A man, running. A scream could be heard, and he careened into a wall, with a muted, 'huh' before hastily running down the stairs. Karna herself turned from the window and began to move, no sound from her footfalls, save the the small sort of crunching noise as the bottom of the haft of her scythe rolled against the concrete, used like walking staff by a skeletal hand.<br/><br/>The woman, the interpreter reached the stairs, barely pausing to jump downwards, turning sideways before even reaching the bottom, and coming to a sliding stop on all fours before breaking into a run again, standing up after a moment. The man was well in shape, running as though his life depended on it, past bewildered, confused fellow workers, who it seemed, were incapable of comprehending the strangeness of the chase, turning back to their work.<br/><br/>The man crashed past plastic sheeting, stumbling briefly, but continuing strong, soon passing through an incomplete wall into a similarly incomplete building, though this one was distinctly modern, metal and glass adorning its walls, marble floors, and high ceilings.<br/><br/>He tripped then, not ready for the transition to the terraced open central atrium of the more modern structure. Tumbling down a glass-sided staircase, he came to a stop on the landing mid-way down. The interpreter not far behind, came to a sudden stop, her hands coming to rest on either rail at the top of the staircase. There was a brief moment of silence, just long enough for the man to regain his composure, and begin to scramble back toward the bottom of the staircase. Just then, before he could even get to his feet, a crash and heavy crack echoed through the place, the grey robed Karna coming to a sudden stop, still standing at the bottom of the Atrium. The opening of the hood turned toward him. He barely had a moment to look up to where she must've fallen from, before an unceremonious foot to his back sent him tumbling down to Karna's feet, still more screams sounding out in the nearly empty building. She descended the stairs behind him slowly, like someone about to accept an award.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you," she said sliding down to sit on the bottom step.