Post by Jojo Kaguya on Mar 9, 2013 20:17:04 GMT -5
Jojo Kaguya did not even look up at the waiter who brought her what she thought was her third glass of lemon-lime soda. She could not be sure of the number; she’d been here for a while and might have lost count at some point. She had finished at the Knightmare Dock a few hours ago and with nothing else to do she had wandered to the first café she found that was not swarming with people. She’d had her fill of Britannian talk from the constant reports of the royal family among other aspects. What was interesting her though, a rather hard thing to do lately, was the whispers of the Order of the Black Knights. It was a tempting rumour to look into, but Jojo was not going to yet.
They could just be simple rumours, hopeful wishes of an oppressed race. She’d wait to see some substantial proof before she went to offer her assistance. She almost hoped it would be soon. At least then she would have something else to do. Sure she had her work at the dock, but it would only interest her for so long, eventually she would move on from even that. Glancing away from the passing civilians, the blonde haired woman held up her glass to a passing waiter in a request for a fourth glass of what she assumed was a cold drink. It was supposed to be warm today.
Dressed in civilian wear she would happily do well in which she would happily dress in the over coat and slacks of which she were a business woman while her knightmare suit underneath was well hidden, around her neck in its matter happened to rest her own happy bit of joy, the start up key and coding to her own knightmare frame. A single smile appearing to her face as she would look up at the ceiling and listened to the many voiced in this mall that was around her.
They could just be simple rumours, hopeful wishes of an oppressed race. She’d wait to see some substantial proof before she went to offer her assistance. She almost hoped it would be soon. At least then she would have something else to do. Sure she had her work at the dock, but it would only interest her for so long, eventually she would move on from even that. Glancing away from the passing civilians, the blonde haired woman held up her glass to a passing waiter in a request for a fourth glass of what she assumed was a cold drink. It was supposed to be warm today.
Dressed in civilian wear she would happily do well in which she would happily dress in the over coat and slacks of which she were a business woman while her knightmare suit underneath was well hidden, around her neck in its matter happened to rest her own happy bit of joy, the start up key and coding to her own knightmare frame. A single smile appearing to her face as she would look up at the ceiling and listened to the many voiced in this mall that was around her.