Terra Sentinel Safehouse "Hanabira"
Tokyo, Japan
One week after the fight at sea
0647 Local Time
The early morning sun was just beginning to rise majestically over the Tokyo skyline, but already the safehouse that a number of secretive Terra Sentinel personnel called home was bustling. Ostensibly the structure was something between an apartment complex and dormitory. The whole structure was - of course - funded and paid for by secretive hush moneys and black budgets and the like that all looked legitimate on paper and to most observers; just as the enigmatic Hyperion wanted it for one of it's major outposts. None of this really mattered to some of the residents as it was merely a means to an end.
In the dining area there was a setup like a fairly elegant trio of long wooden tables with real wooden seats (with comfy padding, of course!) set up and ready for anyone to come and sit down whenever they felt like. The aroma of various foodstuffs wafting from the complex's large central kitchen would probably be enough to draw all but the most deeply-sleeping residents from their slumber. Along the walls towards the ceilings were sets of strategically-placed monitors so that anyone sitting down to eat could glance up and follow programs on the screens without interrupting their attention to their food. Overall, the whole room gave off a sense of "high-class cafeteria" without reeking of ostentatious snobbery.
Anyone who was in said dining area would most likely note a steadily-moving and now-familiar sound flitting to and fro through the pathways of Hanabira. A steady and rapid tktktktktk accompanied by the soft rustle of fabric would warn anyone who was within earshot that a certain individual was on the move and Heaven help anyone who got caught in their path. As the sound reached it's climax and the source reached the room's main door it became immediately obvious which of the safehouse's residents was the source of the noise.
One could almost hear the screech of tires as Lunam seemed to lock into place fully in the middle of the doorway. She was bright-eyed and full of nothing but energy as usual, even though her too-pale-but-nowhere-near-albino skin made her look a little sick like usual. Her doll-like frame was covered by a cute knee-length dress in the "lolita" style and the source of the incessant tapping turned out to be brilliantly sparkling black mary janes on her feet. The outfit itself - considering the fabric patterns, accessories, messenger bag slung over her left shoulder to rest the bag at the right hip, and an antique-looking camera hanging from a sturdy strap at her neck - gave off an extremely strong "news reporter" vibe. Her blue eyes eagerly scanned the room for anything super interesting but upon failing this objective she huffed quietly to herself and moved over towards the window in the wall leading to the kitchen. It was a little creepy to see Lunam Lumine move if you didn't know her past; she seemed to move a bit too quickly for a normal person and far too fast for someone with her slender frame should be able to. The tktktktktk revealed itself to be the sound of her shoes on the floor as she rapidly swished her way to get a tray of food that had suddenly appeared on the ledge of the window opening to the kitchen.
"Thank you," the petite adolescent said cheerily to the small kitchen staff as she plucked the tray off the spot it was at and proceeded to the nearest seat on the closest of the tables. She pertly sat down and before she looked at her food produced a remote control from an external pocket of her messenger bag and pushed a button at one of the monitors she was facing. A news broadcast was suddenly displayed on the screen and the blonde turned up the volume on speakers cleverly hidden in the table itself right by her.
"..And in other news, the Directory today announced that civilians are encouraged to report any appearances of monstrous organisms to the nearest police forces so that the military can handle them with minimal casualties. But where are they coming from? Does this have anything to do with the sudden issue in the Middle East being covered in giant crystals? What about the mysterious lights on the surface of the Moon, and the subsequent lack of communications from the colony bunches at L5? Stay tuned for our exclusive coverage of these events and more on Special Report! I'm your news anchor David Wener alongside my co-host Xiaoling So-han, and we'll be right back after this commercial brea-"
Lunam clicked the remote with a look of disgust on her face, muting the news feed. "You talking heads wouldn't know news if it bit you on the tuchus with plasma blade teeth," she declared to the empty air in an adorable huff before looking down to her food. "Ah well, they'll learn soon enough. Itadakimasu!" With the traditional wording before a meal in Japan, Lunam dug in with a gusto like she'd been starved for a week but was trying to at least maintain some manners while she ravaged her trayful of food.
Tokyo, Japan
One week after the fight at sea
0647 Local Time
The early morning sun was just beginning to rise majestically over the Tokyo skyline, but already the safehouse that a number of secretive Terra Sentinel personnel called home was bustling. Ostensibly the structure was something between an apartment complex and dormitory. The whole structure was - of course - funded and paid for by secretive hush moneys and black budgets and the like that all looked legitimate on paper and to most observers; just as the enigmatic Hyperion wanted it for one of it's major outposts. None of this really mattered to some of the residents as it was merely a means to an end.
In the dining area there was a setup like a fairly elegant trio of long wooden tables with real wooden seats (with comfy padding, of course!) set up and ready for anyone to come and sit down whenever they felt like. The aroma of various foodstuffs wafting from the complex's large central kitchen would probably be enough to draw all but the most deeply-sleeping residents from their slumber. Along the walls towards the ceilings were sets of strategically-placed monitors so that anyone sitting down to eat could glance up and follow programs on the screens without interrupting their attention to their food. Overall, the whole room gave off a sense of "high-class cafeteria" without reeking of ostentatious snobbery.
Anyone who was in said dining area would most likely note a steadily-moving and now-familiar sound flitting to and fro through the pathways of Hanabira. A steady and rapid tktktktktk accompanied by the soft rustle of fabric would warn anyone who was within earshot that a certain individual was on the move and Heaven help anyone who got caught in their path. As the sound reached it's climax and the source reached the room's main door it became immediately obvious which of the safehouse's residents was the source of the noise.
One could almost hear the screech of tires as Lunam seemed to lock into place fully in the middle of the doorway. She was bright-eyed and full of nothing but energy as usual, even though her too-pale-but-nowhere-near-albino skin made her look a little sick like usual. Her doll-like frame was covered by a cute knee-length dress in the "lolita" style and the source of the incessant tapping turned out to be brilliantly sparkling black mary janes on her feet. The outfit itself - considering the fabric patterns, accessories, messenger bag slung over her left shoulder to rest the bag at the right hip, and an antique-looking camera hanging from a sturdy strap at her neck - gave off an extremely strong "news reporter" vibe. Her blue eyes eagerly scanned the room for anything super interesting but upon failing this objective she huffed quietly to herself and moved over towards the window in the wall leading to the kitchen. It was a little creepy to see Lunam Lumine move if you didn't know her past; she seemed to move a bit too quickly for a normal person and far too fast for someone with her slender frame should be able to. The tktktktktk revealed itself to be the sound of her shoes on the floor as she rapidly swished her way to get a tray of food that had suddenly appeared on the ledge of the window opening to the kitchen.
"Thank you," the petite adolescent said cheerily to the small kitchen staff as she plucked the tray off the spot it was at and proceeded to the nearest seat on the closest of the tables. She pertly sat down and before she looked at her food produced a remote control from an external pocket of her messenger bag and pushed a button at one of the monitors she was facing. A news broadcast was suddenly displayed on the screen and the blonde turned up the volume on speakers cleverly hidden in the table itself right by her.
"..And in other news, the Directory today announced that civilians are encouraged to report any appearances of monstrous organisms to the nearest police forces so that the military can handle them with minimal casualties. But where are they coming from? Does this have anything to do with the sudden issue in the Middle East being covered in giant crystals? What about the mysterious lights on the surface of the Moon, and the subsequent lack of communications from the colony bunches at L5? Stay tuned for our exclusive coverage of these events and more on Special Report! I'm your news anchor David Wener alongside my co-host Xiaoling So-han, and we'll be right back after this commercial brea-"
Lunam clicked the remote with a look of disgust on her face, muting the news feed. "You talking heads wouldn't know news if it bit you on the tuchus with plasma blade teeth," she declared to the empty air in an adorable huff before looking down to her food. "Ah well, they'll learn soon enough. Itadakimasu!" With the traditional wording before a meal in Japan, Lunam dug in with a gusto like she'd been starved for a week but was trying to at least maintain some manners while she ravaged her trayful of food.