[ The way back to the safe-house is uneventful. Nothing to show for it anymore, with evening slung low and devouring the rest of the horizon, people busying their way home.
Every so often, a car passes, its lights briefly sliding over their forms, elongating the shadows they cast before they melt back into the sidewalk. Walking along, Lelouch contemplates his answer with no small amount of contemplation. ]
They are a nice touch. ... I'd argue the spires. Rarely are they implemented for purely decorative purposes... so in a way, they reach towards the heavens.
[ And that's all he has on the matter, lapsing into silence until they reunite with their vanguard at their retreat for the night.
Settling in takes time. More time, even, than that grocery trip, as Lelouch busies himself in the room allotted to only him and Jeremiah, swiftly unpacking and flitting about the room. Separating their luggage between necessities and the extraneous, the first order of business is putting the kettle on for tea. Then, he lays out several things to their compatriots, who've gathered by the door of the room: their plans for tomorrow, the jaunt to the peninsula, how they'll need to put in plans for borrowing a caravan, and their return to the greater Eurasian continent in search of the next Geass user.
Afterwards, dismissing them all, Lelouch sits himself on the bed, the tea kettle whistling. ]
Would you mind preparing the tea, Jeremiah?
[ While Lelouch busies himself with the map, marking more coordinate points with a different-colored pen: green this time, notching one bright X after another into the sheet. ]
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Every so often, a car passes, its lights briefly sliding over their forms, elongating the shadows they cast before they melt back into the sidewalk. Walking along, Lelouch contemplates his answer with no small amount of contemplation. ]
They are a nice touch. ... I'd argue the spires. Rarely are they implemented for purely decorative purposes... so in a way, they reach towards the heavens.
[ And that's all he has on the matter, lapsing into silence until they reunite with their vanguard at their retreat for the night.
Settling in takes time. More time, even, than that grocery trip, as Lelouch busies himself in the room allotted to only him and Jeremiah, swiftly unpacking and flitting about the room. Separating their luggage between necessities and the extraneous, the first order of business is putting the kettle on for tea. Then, he lays out several things to their compatriots, who've gathered by the door of the room: their plans for tomorrow, the jaunt to the peninsula, how they'll need to put in plans for borrowing a caravan, and their return to the greater Eurasian continent in search of the next Geass user.
Afterwards, dismissing them all, Lelouch sits himself on the bed, the tea kettle whistling. ]
Would you mind preparing the tea, Jeremiah?
[ While Lelouch busies himself with the map, marking more coordinate points with a different-colored pen: green this time, notching one bright X after another into the sheet. ]