Noel nodded in acknowledgement at Tiberius before heading off.
Once entering the Barracks, Noel sighed again as she unfolded the cylinder on her back as it became a pole that was roughly as tall as her. Extending her arms to the side, the cylinder unpacked itself as several mechanical arms started disassembling the armor as Noel was left with a simple sleeveless grey shirt and a white loose pants. The shirt had the symbol of the Wardens on the front, a kite shield just above two cut lines of olive branches.
As the cylinder silently packed itself up again, Noel easily hauled with her to a bed she claimed for the night. This world... We shouldn't greatly interfere with its affairs... And that girl. I only hope that we could keep her stable. She then fell asleep.
[hr]
"Yeah, wel-..." "Beatrice" then gripped her head with both hands as she started to look up directly at the ceiling, her mouth slowly opening as if something was shooting her up with pain.....
Releasing her head, she suddenly collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
OoC: Night.
Once entering the Barracks, Noel sighed again as she unfolded the cylinder on her back as it became a pole that was roughly as tall as her. Extending her arms to the side, the cylinder unpacked itself as several mechanical arms started disassembling the armor as Noel was left with a simple sleeveless grey shirt and a white loose pants. The shirt had the symbol of the Wardens on the front, a kite shield just above two cut lines of olive branches.
As the cylinder silently packed itself up again, Noel easily hauled with her to a bed she claimed for the night. This world... We shouldn't greatly interfere with its affairs... And that girl. I only hope that we could keep her stable. She then fell asleep.
[hr]
"Yeah, wel-..." "Beatrice" then gripped her head with both hands as she started to look up directly at the ceiling, her mouth slowly opening as if something was shooting her up with pain.....
A young girl with light brown hair stepped outside of little ranch house. A light breeze traced her body, as she raised a hand into the wind, as the breeze tickled down her arm through the sleeves. She giggled at the sensation as she continued to walk outside, hopping every other step.
The quiet community housing of Farmington, New Haven. The sun shining down on the new houses sprouting up along her family's house. A few construction machines were scattered about the freshly paved roads and dirt, but she didn't seem to mind. It was... Friday, Saturday? She couldn't remember, as if it really mattered to her. She continued to look around at the new houses, wondering what new families would be moving in soon. Would they be nice like her friends back in Kindergarden? Who knows, it was a completely new experience and she enjoyed every single moment of it.
Birthday, birthday... Today, today! she thought, giggling down towards her family's minivan.
A man and a woman looked at young girl and smiled. The man, probably around 32 years old, had slightly rugged face, a sense of tiredness in his eyes. Dark brown hair cut relatively short and spiked slightly in front around his widow's peak. A fairly built body toned to that of a recently retired soldier.
The woman had a fair face, yet its beauty was tarnished by a visible scar stretching from the edge of her lips to just below her right eye. Her long strawberry blonde hair swayed slightly with the breeze, allowing a few strands to cover part of her face. Like the man before, her body was build similar to a freshly retired soldier.
"Charlotte... Guess what today is?" the man asked.
"My birthday daddy!" she squealed with joy, throwing her arms in the air, almost losing balance. The two of them chuckled at their young daughter.
"Well come'on sweetie, we gotta get going?"
"Is everybody from kin-dar-gard-eeen coming too?" she asked, tilted her head alittle.
Her father chuckled as he walked over to the driver's side of the minivan. "I think so. The Brants, the Johnsons and a few others and coming too. And its pronounced 'Kindergarden'."
Charlotte pouted slightly as she puffed up her face and crossed her arms. She hated being corrected. Walking over to the open cabin door a insect hovered close to her face. A splash of orange and black veins on its wings as it fluttered up and down, left to right, side to side. It frightened her slightly until she figured out what it was.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Charlotte said, pointing at the bug.
"What is it dear?"
"A butterfly! [sub]A butterfly![sub] A butterfly! [sub] A butterfly![/sub][/sub][/sub]"
The quiet community housing of Farmington, New Haven. The sun shining down on the new houses sprouting up along her family's house. A few construction machines were scattered about the freshly paved roads and dirt, but she didn't seem to mind. It was... Friday, Saturday? She couldn't remember, as if it really mattered to her. She continued to look around at the new houses, wondering what new families would be moving in soon. Would they be nice like her friends back in Kindergarden? Who knows, it was a completely new experience and she enjoyed every single moment of it.
Birthday, birthday... Today, today! she thought, giggling down towards her family's minivan.
A man and a woman looked at young girl and smiled. The man, probably around 32 years old, had slightly rugged face, a sense of tiredness in his eyes. Dark brown hair cut relatively short and spiked slightly in front around his widow's peak. A fairly built body toned to that of a recently retired soldier.
The woman had a fair face, yet its beauty was tarnished by a visible scar stretching from the edge of her lips to just below her right eye. Her long strawberry blonde hair swayed slightly with the breeze, allowing a few strands to cover part of her face. Like the man before, her body was build similar to a freshly retired soldier.
"Charlotte... Guess what today is?" the man asked.
"My birthday daddy!" she squealed with joy, throwing her arms in the air, almost losing balance. The two of them chuckled at their young daughter.
"Well come'on sweetie, we gotta get going?"
"Is everybody from kin-dar-gard-eeen coming too?" she asked, tilted her head alittle.
Her father chuckled as he walked over to the driver's side of the minivan. "I think so. The Brants, the Johnsons and a few others and coming too. And its pronounced 'Kindergarden'."
Charlotte pouted slightly as she puffed up her face and crossed her arms. She hated being corrected. Walking over to the open cabin door a insect hovered close to her face. A splash of orange and black veins on its wings as it fluttered up and down, left to right, side to side. It frightened her slightly until she figured out what it was.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Charlotte said, pointing at the bug.
"What is it dear?"
"A butterfly! [sub]A butterfly![sub] A butterfly! [sub] A butterfly![/sub][/sub][/sub]"
Releasing her head, she suddenly collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
OoC: Night.