Austropia wrote:
Rowan reached out gingerly and took her apartment key. 9f. All the way at the top. Well, at least she would have a nice view of the city. She hastily jotted down a sloppy signature before thanking the rabbit under her breath, grabbing the list off the desk, and heading towards the elevator. She would need to make some acquaintances in the area if she wanted to get her dojo up and running. Perhaps studying a map of the city would supply her with the prime location for her business.
She heard a ding as the elevator doors slid open. As she trundled her suitcase into the box, should couldn't help but feel very small.
The elevator stopped again at the second floor, and another woman in prim uniform pants and a battleship gray shirt stepped in. The long straight Roman sword in its scabbard at her back proved incongruous; perhaps it was the idea of a petite woman wielding a blade more than half her size. More likely, though, it was her carefree expression and unlined face, which lightened further as she caught side of Rowan.
"Hello," she chimed, in a fluid, lilting voice. "I'm Chrysanthe. Are you new here?"
There was a slight bit of tension in that voice, but not much. Hans had mentioned not trusting anyone, but a newcomer to the Building was a different matter entirely.