Leona leaned on the corner of the square opposite of the gates that stood beside the Municipal building. A cold breeze blew through the extra layers she wore. She hated winters, or at least most of her did. A small part of her enjoyed the longer nights, and absents of the warmth of the sun, simply because of the discomfort it added to most people. It made her job, in most cases, easier. The only thing that can make a dark alley more scarier is the cold dark night of winter...
Another breeze went through her thin frame, she shivered. She didn't want to be here under this grey sky, she didn't want to feel the grip of her mask, she just wanted
Juno leaped on Geuleu's shoulders, hooked the swords on his back before he trying pulling off his helmet. He even tried twisting it around. Of course Geuleu wasn't happy about this at all and tried getting Juno off. Unfortunately his armor didn't allow the flexibility to grab Juno who kept shifting to stay out of reach. Juno jumped up to the second floor balcony.
Frustrated, Geuleu used his claws to get up the balcony, where he saw no one, and no sound. He stood alert waiting....
Juno had in reality clung on to the top of the pillar that extend onwards to the ceiling and he was looking down at this opponent pondering the nature of his armor
Juno was standing in the back of a balcony careful to keep a pillar covering him while he took some pre-battle data on his opponent. Judging from the voice there was an organic being within the suit. Then he calculated the jump. Sliding the broad sword off his back he crouched preparing his legs. Then he shot off, his talons leaving deep niches in the tile and cracked the banister. Flying over the lobby he jammed the point of the sword in the turned back of the walking armor. Surprised at the resistance of to armor he quickly leaped off his back. It was up to Peeve's level of resistance in a third of the space. Impressive....
Geuleu turned a
Juno looked around spacious rooms grey he had be transported to. Looking out a wide window he could see the expanse of dull grey towers that surrounded him; He figured he was in one of the many. Going to another room he found it furnished with a forge and a workbench, in the closest racks of metal. Moving on to the next room, it had a few bolts of cloth leaning against the wall. He passed a hand over it before he shifted his attention to the next room. This one looked like a storage room.
Going back to the room with the window he saw something new in it. On table against the wall stood a sword stand with a black-sheathed katana, and leaning
Green. Green covered hills gently sloping to the far horizons. They shifting and swaying with the gentle cool breeze. Such a beautiful sight, the blue sky, the bright sun, and all that grass.
She began to walk. The breeze felt good one her face. A distant part of her reasoned that she wasn't wearing her mask, but she didn't care. The loose clothes, the feel of the passing grass, and the soft soil gave her a feeling of safety and inner peace. The mask wasn't necessary here. She became aware of a weight on her hip. Even without looking down she knew it was her sword and hanging on its hilt was her war mask.
The hills had no deviation that she
-Grey walls, formed from single plates. Very malleable, characteristic of metal. Air is barely at acceptable O2 levels for humans and contain a variety of chemicals, most likely byproduct of artificial processes of converting CO2 to O2. Temperature is slightly colder then comfortable for humans. Low vibrations coming from ground, heavy machinery nearby? Equipment on solders is considerable more efficient then something that would usually be handed out to one of their level.- This analyst was sent through the wires to the Internal Thought Processor and to one of the memory banks. He decided to review the events of the las