Withdraw, my lord; I'll help you to a phone charger.

[dumxspiroxspero]

Who: Celty & Lucas
What: My kingdom for a phone charger.
When: Friday late morning/early afternoon.
Where: Outside the library.
Warnings: N/A (G?)
Status: [Complete/In Progress]

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[tsundullahan]

     It was a minor detail that Celty realized once she'd rolled her motorcycle out of the apartment and onto the street. She wasn't terribly worried though; the city was so few in number that she didn't think the man in question would be hard to miss

[dumxspiroxspero]

He didn't move even as the motorcycle slowed to a stop - if Lucas seemed surprised, it was more at the vehicle than the person straddling it; he hadn't seen them around and it was... rather quiet for a motorcycle. The figure clad in black looked almost ominous and all those instincts he had gained on the job - trust no one, be wary of traps, watch for any sudden movements, shoot the wanker before s/he gets a chance to shoot you - all of them had to be suppressed.

He stood and brushed the bits of grass and leaves off his jeans with his free hand, wandering over towards her to meet her halfway. It was quite clear that this was the person he had been talking to. Unless figures clad in black often approached people in this place for no apparent reason.

"I see you're enjoying the mysterious theme."

[tsundullahan]

     The helmet tilted at that, but Celty merely offered a shrug at the man's words. With a flick of her left hand, her own cellphone slid from sleeve into her palm, fine black wisps trailing it, dissipating so quickly that it might have been one's imagination. Still she says nothing, and after sliding the screen on the phone up to tap at its keypad, it would become a little more obvious as to why.

If there were any doubts about her having a charger for a phone, that she was still using the device now should be enough proof that it existed. Typing on the little watch was difficult enough, but for meeting others in person, she much preferred this method. After a few seconds, the screen was held out for Lucas to see.

[[Not intentionally, I assure you. But I take it you're the one I spoke with over the watches earlier. My name is Celty Sturluson.]]

[dumxspiroxspero]

People liked to think of themselves as open-minded and accepting, didn't care about the little things about people but Lucas didn't care for the pretences and went straight to the assumption that it was someone who couldn't speak or had some sort of speech impediment.

"I'm Lucas. Lucas North." His speech was a little slower than when he'd spoken with her earlier, though he wasn't doing it on purpose.

He slipped the pocket watch back into his pocket and held his cellphone out to her.

"Think you could help?"