Wrong Turn [Open]

[Esfiel]

Aima watch as Parsley put the money on the table and wrapped up his sandwich, and she suddenly found herself wishing she knew what else Glaz had said or done before Aima ran into them to cause him to react in such a way. It was already bad, but there must have been more to it.

"It was a pleasure to meet you as well, take care and good luck on your work," she replied bowing her head. Maybe she'd meet him again when he wasn't in such a rush to get away. Who knows? Aima wasn't sure when she'd return to Corvistowne once she got the the Capital. Then as he wished her luck she couldn't help but laugh and mumble a thanks in return. She would have thanked him outright, she was sure she'd need the luck, but she didn't want Glaz getting all curious as to why she'd laughed and thanked him.

When she turned her attention back to Glaz she noticed him finish his salmon and.. shove the knife into the table. She startled and reached over to the knife with both her paws and pulled it out. "Just a bit of advice. People in the cities don't go around stabbing knives into tables. You just set them down... flat. Otherwise people are going to look at you as a threat and you're going to have a lot more problems. Not to mention this table isn't yours."

She chugged the rest of her tea, set the cup down on the table, and stood up with him. "Yeah, let's get out of here before they realize what you did to their table." She lead them out of the building. Once outside she lead him through the twists and turns through Corvistowne until she arrived at her current residence: an apartment in a building that looked like it was ready to fall over. First she warned him not to touch anything inside, and then led him in.

The entire room was simple, really. No knickknacks or trinkets could be found anywhere, no pieces of art of anything musical. The ceiling and walls were white. The carpet at one point may have been white but now looked gray with various blackened stains that could have been caused by any number of things, whether by Aima or the current owner. The only stand out thing in the room was a wooden table with papers and notebooks scattered all over it. So by "don't touch anything" she meant "stay away from the table."

"Stay in here, I'll go get some of the boxes and a few things. Then we'll go by my lab and get the rest of them.." Not that she'd actually let him in her lab. That would be hazardous for her work.

[orestes]

When the two of them got to the old apartment building, Glaz couldn't help but wonder why it was still standing. It looked centuries old! He was afraid to even touch the side of the building, believing it might topple over. But of course, he couldn't stare too long, or make much of a comment as he was quickly rushed inside.

The inside of the strange martin's home seemed very.. empty. Aside from the dirty carpet, the only other thing that caught the ferret's interest was the table covered in funny-looking papers.

But he was told not to touch those. And yet. They were right there! Clearly if she really didn't want anyone to read them, she would have put them in a more secretive spot. Oh, what secrets could be written on those mysterious sheets of paper!

He merely nodded when she would tell him that she's going off to look for boxes and whatnot. This was his chance! Stepping over to the table, he looked over all of the assorted papers and sheets, and picked one up, staring at it for a moment. How disappointing. All he could see were scribbles and numbers, and a few mentions of blood here and there. Nothing worth looking at, if Glaz would say so. Disappointed, he flung the paper back onto the table and walked away from it after giving the rest of them a tiny glance.

All of them the same! How uninteresting this Corvie's place seems to be.

[Esfiel]

Clunk. Clunk. Screeee. Aima cursed aloud, loud enough to be heard from the other room. A few thuds later, among some other noises of questionable source, the door flung open and there was Aima walking out backwards as she forced herself to drag something considerably large out after her.

She had no been lying when she told Glaz it was a sort of wheelbarrow, for it really was something with a dip in it to hold items and that base was indeed on wheel. It did have two handles in which to lift it by, but there were multiple additions on it to make it different from ones standard wheelbarrow.

First was the handles which were conveniently placed behind the wheelbarrow so that one would push it rather than drag it rather than as Aima was doing. A soft looking material existed around the handles as though to make it easier for the hands to grip while causing the least about of pain. Straps attached to each handle, among different parts of the wheelbarrow to hook around the hands and shoulders to spread the weight among ones body.

Inside it were five medium boxes obsessively taped shut as though Aima was afraid of them accidentally opening up. To be sure, she was. The old parts inside the boxes were of questionable safety, and when just thrown into boxes for storage there was no telling if the boxes and the objects inside them were safe or not. A clear Plexiglas lid resided over the wheelbarrow that swung open and closed, and kept firmly down by latches.

For Aima to move it would have been quite a pain. She could hardly see over the Plexiglas lid that she'd made far too tall! Though Glaz shouldn't have any problems in his biped forms.

"Tada! Here's most of them, however.. we have to stop by my lab to get the last two. It's really close by. The straps just go around your hands and shoulders to make it easier to move."