International Waters || Tehodis, Thomas, Vincent, Open Dec 21, 2016 10:52:04 GMT -7
Post by Tehodis Kitai on Dec 21, 2016 10:52:04 GMT -7
| If she could blush like a normal mortal, she would have been beet red. He refused the key, which was embarrassing enough (in a bad way), but then he continued the game and everything inside of her fluttered as he touched her nose (in a good way). It wasn't a touch that ought to have her blushing, and yet it felt like more than a playful bop. |
She followed his instructions, curious as to how he was going to accomplish the task; worried he would fail; hopeful he would succeed, and counted to five as slowly as she could. She wanted to give him a good enough head start, after all. She waited an extra second after she finished counting, and then opened her eyes to find the luggage compartment empty. "Amazing," She commented, surprised that she hadn't heard him at all. She certainly wouldn't be that quiet, and definitely not so graceful. She approached the ladder out of the luggage compartment with unease, sighed, and began to figure out the best way to climb it with one arm. Going down, she realized, had been much easier. "At least there's no one to watch me struggle," She laughed to herself as she got halfway and had an arm wrapped around the thing to keep from falling.
She managed it on her own - which she was a little proud of, she had to say - and began to head to her cabin. As she reached the door however, and before the key made it to the lock, she realized that she had no food in her room. Even as she had locked herself away, no one had bothered to bring her any - she certainly didn't need it. Kiku, on the other hand, was most decidedly not a Kina, and she had promised him a meal. She jiggled the knob a bit - just to see if he had yet to get inside - looked around to see if she could find him, and then continued down the hall to the kitchens.
She passed a few others along the way, those who attempted to either offer her sympathy for her arm, or those who looked just plain uncomfortable. She pleasantly waved them off, too polite to simply ask them to leave her alone. When she reached the kitchen, they were well on their way to preparing dinner for the ship's passengers. It took a few asks, and a few strange looks, and one question of 'I thought you didn't need food?' which was answered more kindly than some might have done. "People keep on telling me how wonderful your food is. Good food makes the soul feel better, right? I thought maybe..." She let it drift off, and the sympathy she received was well worth it. The chef nodded and packed her together an extravagant meal. The kind he served to Woodrow. The king that the normal crew and passengers would never get. "Need help with it, hon?" The man asked, but Tehodis shook her head. The less people in the hallway to attempt to discover Kiku, the better. "Well, let me know how it is. And if you want more, just talk to me, alright?" Tehodis gave her thanks with a smile. She didn't like the pity, didn't like the special treatment -- not usually, anyways. For this purpose, she supposed, it was useful.
Now she just had one more stop. It hadn't really been a part of the plans she'd made with Kiku, but it was important. If she had known Kiku was accompanying her in her shadow, she'd have likely asked for him to simply carry the food over to her room so that she'd have spare hands. But, she didn't know. And so instead, she carefully sneaked her way into one of the file rooms, which was filled to the brim with pile upon pile of boxes with various papers. "Let's see..." She whispered to herself, biting her lip thoughtfully as she checked over the boxes, "If I was a missing woman, and I may have been seen in Aissic, I would be in... Ah!" She spotted a box labeled MISSING PERSONS - NORTH AEBRYNIS - COLD CASE FILES, and another missing the 'cold case' designation. She set the food down, and carefully extracted one box, which she set by the food. Then the other, which she added on top of the first.
She stood there for a moment, considering how to carry all that she had. Two decent sized boxes of heavy files, and a covered platter of food. With two hands, it would be easy. She had been well known as master-of-carrying-far-too-many-things back at the office. One hand - one arm even - was far more difficult. She grabbed the platter first, placing it on a stack of boxes that was about as high as her shoulders. Then, she picked up the two boxes, using the wall and her knee to lodge it on her forearm, her head trying to keep it balanced. Then, she nudged the platter forward with her chin - slow and cautious - eventually having it sit on her left shoulder, with her chin holding it in place.
Good. She could do this.
She made her way to the door, moving to kick it open with her foot, but a noise outside stopped her. Voices. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze in place. It was Woodrow's voice. He was in the hall. He was outside the door. He had his hand on the door. He was going to open it. She couldn't imagine anyone she wanted to see less than Woodrow, and couldn't imagine anyone she wanted to see more than Kikuriku. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, focusing on something she rarely used. Enchantment.
She had learned a spell or two in Rielcia, and one of them was the power of suggestion. She would will Woodrow to go elsewhere. Will him to suddenly desire a breath of fresh, sea air. Will him to walk away from the door. With her eyes closed and her mind focused, she didn't notice as a white light formed from her arm stub like it had before. The light seemed to pause and almost look at Kikuriku, and if it had a face or a voice, it might have chuckled. Then, it moved towards the door and formed a hand, holding it closed. Between the hand, and Tehodis' suggestion, the shadow of Woodrow beyond the door and the way his voice joked mindlessly with someone else (Tom, Woodrow said, Tehodis didn't know him) slowly disappeared... And Tehodis felt calm wash over her.
"Thank you," She whispered to no one, letting the silence sit for a few moments before nudging the door with her foot and managing it open. Everything was balanced precariously - but it appeared her balance was impeccable. She managed her way down the hall, receiving strange looks and offers of help as she made her way down. She refused them all, though. The less people interrupting Kiku's infiltration attempt, the better. Eventually, she made it to her room and sighed with relief as she pressed her right side against the wall. The boxes hit the wall as well, and she squatted down to lower them safely to the ground. The platter was placed on the boxes next, and then she jiggled the knob once more.
She wondered if Kikuriku would have locked it behind him. She hoped he had. She would have been disappointed to find that he'd simply taken his opportunity to leave the one-armed freak alone. She unlocked her door and stepped inside, sliding the boxes in behind her. When the door was closed - and locked - she relaxed.
She looked around the room as she set up the food at the small table with the bolted-down chairs; she looked in every corner as she lit the candles to give the room some light; and she even checked the closet as she grabbed the bottle of wine Woodrow had given her as part of his apology, wondering if Kiku even liked wine. Wondering if he didn't come if she would drink it all and enjoy her sorrows in a drunken stupor. As far as she could tell, Kikuriku wasn't in the room. Her disappointment was clear on her face, but she would follow the instructions anyways. She took a seat at the end of the bed, her legs crossed below her. Her eyes closed, and she slowly - painfully slowly - began counting to five.