Jul 21 07:52:56 105 PA

From Chronicles

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The large garage has a small corner desk, with pieces of paper and catalogues of machine pieces on shelves against the wall. Along three od the walls, huge metal shelving units hold a variety of brown boxes, each marked with some arcane mechanics scrawl that indicates the contents. The other has a long workstation against it, and a series of hooks and shelves, upon which tools sit, in apparently random order. The workstation itself bears the weight of half a dozen dismantled machines of varying sizes. The floor is concrete, stained with oil, with patches of sand here and there. A large tub containing sand squats beside the garage doors, a shovel sticking out of the top as if someone shoved it there after use.

A row of pegs against the wall by the workstation has various coveralls, coats and other things hanging on it and a large noticeboard has a range of oil stained pieces of papers stuck to it with pins. Along the beam that runs the length of the garage, several jars have been attached with a nail through their lid. They seem to be storing small components of different sizes.

A door exits the garage, apparently allowing entrance to the upper floor by the use of a key pad.

Nearly eight in the morning, and the area is waking up, the traffic picking up. The garage large doors are open, letting in the scent of falling rain on hot ground, and inside, Caliopa is working. Perched on a stool by the work bench, her head is bent over a small piece of machinery, her plait falling long down her back. She is dressed in worn coveralls, familiar to all those who know her, and her heavy boots. In one hand, a screwdriver, brandished with comfort and skills as she frowns at the piece.

The scent of machinery. Katsumi perhaps is not an expert of the machines, but she feels some fondness to the scenery and to the feat of mankind; the tools, which helps to survive in the world that hardly belongs to them anymore. And of course she is fond with the figurine, which works there. The Japanese stalker walks into the garage from the open door. Her worn leather jacket is slightly wet, like her hair, but she doesn't seem to care. Instead she stops in the door, inside, and takes a deep breath with her hands on her pocket. "Good morning Cali." Katsumi offers a warm smile. "You have a nice garage."

Caliopa turns, her smile brightening her face, the plait swinging as she hops from the stool, moving to offer Katsumi a warm hug. "Kat! I ain't seen you in an age." There is, perhaps, an odd relief in the greeting and her smile might be overly bright. "Ain't it grand? Did you see the offices upstairs yet? Even has a little basement flat..." The babble of words seems to flow from her. "How've you been?"

Katsumi's entrance, sadly heralds the entrance of another. At first it has the apperance of it being just yet another customer, a simple biker tough so common around these parts, here to get his bike fixed perhaps. That is untill several similairly dressed individuals start streaming in behind him, leaving in the end no less than 8, by now clearly gangers, into the store. "What a nice little shop you have here.." comments the first to enter. "I dont suppose the owner of this -fine- establishment would happen to be around?" he asks with a none to friendly grin. One that indeed, could be called feral.

Katsumi lets Cali to hug her, offering a slightly less dedicated hug back with a flushing face. "It is good to see you too. Well I was a bit occupied with…" but she couldn't finish her sentence; the words from behind her disturbs her. The Japanese stalker glances back with a feral smile, like a predator who recognizes the other. "Well it seems you have a couple of new customers already." She offers to Cali, but her smoldering gray eyes are set to the new arrival, to the one who talks.

Caliopa's bright smile doesn't dim at the entrance of the other, and she grabs up a cloth, wiping oil from her hands before offering one to him. "That'd be me. Cali." She introduces herself, the sunny smile dimming slightly as she registers the others. "Uh. Can I help?" She does take a small step back from them, absentmindedly rubbing her hands with the cloth, a nervous gesture as her smile fades and her forehead wrinkles.

"Help? Oh yes.. you can help allright." the apparent leader of the group says as he steps further into the shop, dismissing Katsumi for the time being. "See it's come to our attention that your new around here. As such there are certain rules that apparently need to be explained to you." THe man begins "Do you know the rules I'm talking about?" he asks, his tone still... light, yet some how all too unfriendly at the same time.

"She is already paying a protection, perhaps you should talk to those who are in charge in that matter." Katsumi tells harshly to the man with a grin before she steps protectively at the front of Cali. "Could I help you anything my friend?" she asks with as her hands slides back to her jacket, touching her knives. "I would like to talk outside. I guess you want to see a well-going business instead of mess."

The lack of understanding shows on Caliopa's expressive face, even before she shakes her head slowly. She tucks the cloth into her back pocket, resting her hands on her hips, her eyes on his face. "Figure the rules in my place, bought with my money, are them I make." She comments softly, narrowing her eyes at him, her forehead wrinkling slightly, as she glances around his group. Katsumi's speech gets her a glance sidelong and the puzzled look deepens before it clears. "Oh is it 'bout the protection? Yeah I know 'bout that. Atti said we ain't payin' it." She smiles at them again, then, brightly, utterly friendly, with a sense of relief that she knows the problem. "Kat, there ain't no call to be like that, they're jus' askin'."

There are a total of 8 local gangers in the store at present, having effectively invited themselves in shortly after Katsumi arrived to speak with Caliopa. It is these 8 who have effectively invaded the store. It's the present and apparent leader who is speaking at the moment, though the sounds of heavy booted feet can be heard moving around in the shop quite easily. Afterall none of them are here to conceal their presence, but rather make it painfully obvious. "Oh really? Funny.. I dont recall you asking permission to open a store on -our- turff. And you see.. people who get all uppity around here tend to find that without the proper protection, certain... accidents tend to happen."

Just as the man says this, one of the gangers who'd taken one of the glass jars off the wall 'drops' it "Oops.. how terribly clumsy of me."

"So I would suggest it is simply in your best intrest afterall that you see to properly insuring such accidents dont happen." says the leader. This time one of the other gangers picks up the shovel from the tub of sand, twirling it around in his hands while two others pull it loose and tip it over across the floor...

"There will be no accidents here, it is not our mutual interest." Katsumi tells in a calm, deep voice, still keeping her hands on her knives, which hide bellow her jacket at her back. "You want money, yes? There is no need to show what could happen here, I would rather find a solution that keeps the place intact. After all how could one pay when the tools are destroyed?" she asks with a faint smile, keeping her eyes on the leader. "You and me, lets go out and talk about the deal." She tilts her head in his direction.

The smile vanishes and a look of distress replaces it, Caliopa's eyes following the men as the jar smashes and the sand is spilt. She shakes her head quickly, "I ain't bein' uppity, tain't like that, not at all..." She puts out a hand, as if she might move and stop the men tipping the sand over the floor. "Kat..." There is a note of worry entering her voice, one that wasn't there before. "I ain't reckonin' that accidents are likely, without folks pushin' stuff over, but I guess you oughta tell me how much, 'n' stuff."

Desmond enters the garage at a steady roll, which pauses once he crosses the threshold for a period of curious examination. New territory is always inspected before a deeper entry. Of course, he readily notes the various men who have gathered here, along with Cali and Kat. A moment after taking in the leather clad individuals and the last act of destruction, the steady neutral of his expression firms, taking on a darker sense of displeasure. "What goes on here?" the big male rumbles, a firm carry given to his normally 'soft' manner of speaking. A soft tension comes into his frame, but otherwise he keeps his stance outwardly non-threatening.

"Aw nah, it aint like that now precious. See you gone done and fucked up. Gal's gotta learn her place in this world I'm guessing. I think we'll have to teach you both a lesson in manners, and just what sort of accidents can happen around here when people dont play nice." The leadery says to Caliopa, refusing to respond to Katsumi at this point.

Of course this is when the massive form of Desmond enters. A few of the gangers stare at him but that doesnt stop one of them from snarling at the massive Kill Cat "Fuck off, aint your buisiness pal." Interstingly enough, dispite Desmond's massive size, they dont seem terribly indimidated by him at this point.

"Would be a shame if your pretty little friend there got all cut up wouldn't it?" he says pointing to Katsumi, and thus indirectly threatening her with open violence. And then he gives Caliopa a very nasty grin "And such a pretty little thing like you.. why, there's plenty of people out there that no doubt would love nothing more than to rape you some day when your going down an alleyway..."

"Of course being perfectly reasonable buisness folk ourselves, we happen to be able to prevent such things... for a price. But first as I said, it seems to me you need to see what happens to folk who dont play well with others."

The leader's words has Caliopa retreating a couple of steps, her back to her work table. She has paled but the threat of violence to Katsumi, followed by the comments to herself removes any colour from her face. "But if it ain't like that now, 'n' you won't tell me how much, how am I meant to pay?" She shakes her head, the confusion mingling with the fear, even as her fingers close around the spanner on the station, large and metal. "There ain't no need for this, it ain't logical..."

"One more step closer and I force you to cut my face." Katsumi grins and draws her knives out. "We are willing to pay, but only for a protection, not for an accident." She crouches a little, making ready to jump if she needs. She tries to remain between the leader and Caliopa. "Neko-san. You smells danger, aren't you?" says, though she has no time to glance there for long, she just recognizes his appearance with words..

Desmond's expression goes from displeased to frigid as the most outspoken of the men speaks. Emotion and what little compassion shows at times bleeding away. His right hand flexes into a slow fist, a flick of slender, ivory claws flashed briefly before his fingers curl inward entirely. He turns his baleful expression on the meat to have addressed him, the big male rumbling, "When you can best me by hand, then you will have the privilege to tell me what is and is not my business. Until then, if harm comes to these women, not all of you will leave here whole. Or alive." There is a cold, unflinching certainty in that statement.

Those claws however, even the words still fail to phase the ganger. Instead he simply -grins- at Desmond, cybernetic arm comming up and clentching into a fist as a trio of razor sharp blades extends with an audible *snick* "That so little kitty cat?" at this point no less than 4 of the gangers start to move towards Desmond, one armed with the shovel, one with the cyber blades, and at least two others who pull out long knives. Of the remaining four, one goes closer to the leader with a set of heavy chains dropping to dangle from his hands. While the other three pull out or pick up assorted other weapons. No sign of guns yet however, but given the ways of Dregtown, it's not necessarily becuase they dont have any...

"Shut that fucking thing up." Bellows the leader without even turning to see, a glance instead given to Katsumi "Oh dont worry darling, you'll get your wish. See I made a nice upfront offer and then you had to get all uppity about it. So there's a lesson you all need to learn first, and then we can discuss terms once you fully understand your proper places."

Is it the leader who stands close to Cali? Who cares, the interesting is who threatening her. The Japanese stalker just steps closer and aims her silver knife to the guy's face, of course that is just a faint one, to hide her true aim, the right hand what is aimed towards the heart of the man. The silver knife would leave a nice, but small scratch in his face, while /if/ the vibro-knife reaches his chest would leave a much serious wound. Yet Katsumi has no time to check, she just pulls back her knives to defend herself for a possible incoming attack.

Ganger 1, 2 and 3 as well as the one with the cyber arm move in on Desmond with a sense of grim purpose. Ganger 1 moves in for the blow first, quickly followed by #2, the third ganger, along with the one with the cyberarm are quick on their heels to follow. The first ganger that takes a swing at Desmond is the one armed with a shovel, the second with a knife while the thrid has a pipe and the fourth.. obvioulsy has his cyber blades. Each attempting to land some telling blow uppon Desmond.

Temper flares in Caliopa's expressive eyes, and she lashes out, aiming a kick at the knee of the leader. He sees it coming, knocking it to one side, and she spins, regaining her balance.

It's at this point that the 4th ganger, taking exception to his leader being under attack by both women steps into the fray with his chains, aiming for Katsumi, while the leader, incensed by the attacks, all the more so from the previously 'timid' Caliopa snarls at her with narrowed eyes "YOU BITCH!" he yells, taking a solid backhand swing at her with the knife held in his grip. In this case, fortuantely for Caliopa he's not of a mind to stab her.. -yet-. Meanwhile Katsumi finds herself having to deal with a solid length of chain being swung directly at her.

The soft hiss of the near foot long blade at Desmond's side being draw is the only response he gives to the boastful human. The blade handled with the smooth ease of one well trained and experienced in its use, though the blade itself seems normal enough save for the polished silver sheen. His eyes flick calmly between the four men who approach, appraising them smoothly as he lets them come to him. As each of the four makes a bid, the big male snaps his knife out in a series of precise flicks, turning aside or stopping each attempt at him entirely. Holding back, he shifts his stance and position amod the first moments of the melee, setting himself up, lashing out at once with the long knife in a precise, heavy slash across the cyber armed gangers belly, looking to spill the moist, vulnerable innards within.

Katsumi promised that she makes herself cut and so she does! She tries to strike back, but without any success.

Desmond's target however, is not so easily slain, for the blade skitters and gashes a series of cybernetic armored plates beneath clothing, denying him the kill for now. It's at this point that a fight ganger joins in the fight against Desmond, while the sixth goes off to help the leader and the one with the chain against Caliopa and Katsumi. This leaves Desmond at this point now litterally surrounded by armed assailants. Which is not a plesant situation to be in for anyone. Especially as almost as one they all start to move in swinging their assorted weapons at Desmond.

Caliopa glances at the third man arriving and spins, aiming a kick at the leader's head. He steps back, easily evading the petite woman's foot.

The leader himself only grins at Caliopa, though some of that grin is wiped off as he finds himself on the defensive against both women. However his two henchmen move to deal with Katsumi while he keeps on Caliopa. ANd this time he's done 'playing nice' and moves in for a deft stab at Caliopa's midsection.

As the foes start to pile up, Desmond's cold expression becomes hazed with a sense of frustration. Forced deep into the defensive, he dances with his five partners lithely, but even so blows land on him. The first clip taken without a flinch, the cut garnering a low growl, but it doesn't' slow him down. As much as he wants to end the cybernetic fighter, he must trim the herd. The one who clipped him is the lucky winner, Des snapping out his knife amid the furious flurry of parries to drive it at his belly, arms napping forth like a piston, blade angled to be pulled upward as it is yanked back, provided the blade sinks into soft meat rather than veiled armor.

Katsumi swings her vibro-knife to the direction of the leader, miscalculating the range slightly; while her other knife is aimed for the closest opponent. Yet she wasn't enough, the biker easily parried her silver knife.

Desmond's attack lands a very telling blow this time around, for he finds he strikes an opponent who does not have any armor concealed beneath his clothes, and so the blade easily slices through flesh and bone like a hot knife through butter, and in the process makes short work of one of his attackers. This however does not seem to deter, but only drive on the others to put an end to the large feline. The remaining four converging uppon Desmond once more.

Caliopa doubles up as the deft stab connects with her midsection, protected only by the coverall's materials. Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth in a soundless O, the shock showing on her face.

THe knife is drawn back and another stab is directed at Cali, again, not at any place immediately fatal but it's definately going to leave Cali hurting to say the least if such things continue. And hardly ones to stand back and do nothing, the other two gangers swing at Katsumi with knife and chain alike in an attempt to run her into the ground to to speak as well. As quickly as possible in their minds for their at least subtly aware of the difficulty the others are having dealing with Desmond, if not to the full extent.

Desmond falls back into deep defense, his skills tested still by the myriad of foes. He pays his price for gutting the first of the five, the fallen man ignored once his insides have been cleaved. The blooded blade flicks on, the firm strike taken by the solidly built feline, again without more than a passing flicker of discomfort. When an opening presents, he snaps his blade out at another of the unarmored gangers, bringing the blade down in a hard slash across his chest from shoulder to side after a flashy high parry, a deep, hollow rumble rising from his chest as he cuts at the man mercilessly. "Surrender or die," he is compelled to rumble coldly, giving the survivors another chance to walk away intact.

Katsumi doesn't heard Desmond at all, or she is not care because of her frustrated state. She aims an axe kick at the leader, but she is no match for him. The guy easily parries his attack, which makes the stalker more frustrated.

The gangers near Desmond slowly back off, but not down, wary of further engaging the Kill Cat in combat now that two of their compatriots have fallen to his blade, if only for lack of armor at this point. They may be common street thugs, but they know when they are outmatched. "Hey boss?" the one with the cyberarm calls out without turning his eyes away from Desmond. A moment of distraction that almost allows Katumi's attack to slip through. Yet with Katsumi still on the offensive the three attacking her are not about to give any slack when they are getting none in turn... yet with their full attention turned to Katsumi, Caliopa is for the moment, largely forgotten about.

Her eyes shocked, Caliopa stumbled back, holding her stomach, the wide brown eyes watching the scene unfold in front of her, unable to do anything. She leans back, using the workstation behind her for support.

The ganger who lost his chain steps back from Katsumi at this point to pull out a handgun, while the one with the knife, along with the leader move in on her. "Not NOW." the man bellows, angered at Katsumi's failure to simply yield. How -dare- she continue to defy -his- will! The two moving in now to try once more to beat her into submission, that is untill the same one with the cybernetic arm speaks up once more "Bosss...." he says in a warry tone. "Damit what?!" the man's attention momentarily drawn away to turn and finally look, while the other with the knife moves in between him and Katsumi, lunging at her with the knife in the process.

The apparent leader's attiude changes slightly as he regards the present aftermath of the fight with Desmond. "Well.. I allways did hear you furballs were good fighters." he says by way of gruding compliment to Desmond, a glance back then to call off the other two henchmen on Katsumi. "Hold up a second boys.."

This then, would result in an at least momentary stalemate, unless some one decides to.. press the issue further...

Desmond starts to move forward steadily as his foes retreat, the sudden shift from defense to offense betraying a desire to continue.. yet as the leader calls his thugs to halt, the big male stops, his eyes flicking about to take in the combat at large. Noting the gun and Cali's injury, his already dark expression tightens, knife rolled slowly within his precise grip. "You will all leave. Now." HIs deep, rolling voice firm, keeping the lot of them within his range of view as much as possible.

Katsumi holds her blades in a combat position, ready to leap into the combat at any time if it is needed. However she doesn't want to continue the battle. Yet her smoldering gray eyes tracks the leader, challengingly searching for his globes. The stalker even hisses in a low voice, which gives her even a more animalistic aura.

There's a slight grunt then, the leader certainly had not counted on some one like Desmond being here to say the least, and as it was Katsumi certainly proved to be more than a handful. The man turns then to glare at Caliopa "You and I, we are not done sweetheart. We'll be back." he says matter of factly. A notable pause given before he turns to slowly start heading out of the garage, but not before turning to regard Desmond... from the safety of distance and having several of his also retreating gang members stand between them. "ANd you.. kitty cat, I better not see on our turf again. Or your dead."

Caliopa returns the stare, more shock than defiance in her eyes, her hands resting against her stomach. As they leave, she moves her eyes to Desmond, to Katsumi, shaking her head slowly.

Katsumi puts back her knives to their proper place before she turns back at Caliopa. "Are you all right?" she asks and glances around. "Do you have a first aid kit here?" she walks a bit closer, studying the other woman with a concerned face. "Maybe I have something for your wounds, let me see."

Desmond relaxes his stance and slowly steps aside to allow the toughs to depart. Though as the leader addresses him, Desmond's cold gaze lingers on him. "If I am in your territory, it will be because you have returned to cause trouble with this woman. I will be there better prepared and powerfully armed, likely not alone, with the intent to slaughter you all. Do not invite my ire," he rumbles deeply. "Yours is the choice.. life or death. Do not make the wrong one, for we two are not the only ones who look to the safety of this woman. And all will come down upon you and yours like a storm should you mistakenly think that you can force her to do anything."

The leader snorts, slowly backing out of the garage "Oh were not done by a long shot kitty cat. You come prepared allll you like. Next time? Next time you deal with the -whole- crew amigo." and with that he turns to leave, a juicer suddenly arriving out of an alleyway as he does. "Go tell the others we got ourselves a troublemaker." he orders, the armored juicer pausing to look through the open garage door at those inside before turning to sprint off as quickly as they came, a blinding pace that few could match unaided.

Caliopa remains where she is, her hands on her stomach, staring after the men. Katsumi's question draws her gaze, with a slow blink. "Uh, I don't know. Atti might..." She trails off, shaking her head. "I..uh. I think I need to go see a doc." The tone of the admission matches the shock in her eyes. "It ain't so comfortable."

"Neko-san." Katsumi turns back with a dedicated face. "We need to get Cali into the hospital. I try to stop the bleeding, but I am far from expert." she tells to the cat-man and leans to Cali, to check her wounds, trying to find a way to aid her condition. "And anyway, she is much safer in the hospital right now than here."

Desmond frowns deeply. Stubborn. But he says no more, neither looking intimidated or sorry for his words. A slight red stain wets the side of his shirt and hte hem of his jeans where he was scratched with the claws, the other slight injuries hidden, minor bits of surface trauma. None of it seems to slow the big male, the bleeding superficial. Only when they have gone does he turn his attention to Cali and Karsumi. Pausing for just a moment to bend and clean his blade upon the clothes of one dead ganger, he comes over quickly, sheathing the knife. "I will carry her.. but we must make haste.. I do not wish to leave this place defenseless."

Caliopa gives Desmond a serious look, shaking her head. "I ain't bein' carried. Can walk, it ain't far, 'n' that leaves you here, til Atti comes back. Ain't havin' him wonder where I'm at." She pushes herself upright from the worktop, hand against her stomach, her face paling but she does it. "Ain't gonna be helpful to him, seein' corpses."

"He also wouldn't be happy if he would see you wounded and without any care." Karasu scolds Cali and crouches down. "Show me what you have. You was brave and all, but I need to take care of that wound, ok?" she has also some cuts in several location, none of them very serious. However her pants would need a change as it is tainted with her own blood.

Desmond nods his head once to Cali's words, taking a step back smoothly to clear the way for she and Katsumi. "I will remove them," he vows. "And none shall harm your possessions." His attention shifts to Kat then and he rumbles, "See her to a doctor safely. I must consider.. we have need to see this place properly guarded against assault." Already his mind turns to the future, options mused as he turns, approaching the two bodies that were his handiwork. As he nears them, he dips down to take each up by the belt, casually lifting them to carry the two outward. in a way, he knows how Dregs life works, having worked within it for a good number of weeks. He will take them several blocks away from the garage before dumping both bodies discreetly. The limit of his consideration for the two.

Caliopa gives the crouching Katsumi a frown, stubbornness in her face, "It ain't that bad, gonna get the doc to take a look, 'n' I'll be back. Ain't havin' Atti show up here without me explainin' how the place got so." She does walk then, slowly, her shoulders hunched from keeping her arms tight over the cut. "Ain't so bad, sand'll pick up blood nice."

Katsumi shrugs and straightens up. "Your home, you are the boss." She states and glances around. "Well then I should go for my armor soon. I don't want to be defenseless if something is going to break up. Of course it is your call also what you want to do. I will just follow your lead."

Caliopa hesitates, the stubbornness and pride balanced with reality for a moment. "Uh, would you walk with me, Kat? I ain't that sure..." She lifts her chin though and keeps walking, out the door, not looking at her garage and the mess it is in.

"Of course." Katsumi offers and step into the side of the woman, embracing her slightly to get some of her weight into her shoulder. "You are a really brave woman, you know. I am proud that you are my friend." she tells with a warm smile and walks out with Caliopa. "Do you have a hovercycle perhaps? It would be much faster."

She leans into Katsumi, giving her a wobbly smile. "I ain't, Kat. I'm scared shitless." The confession is in a low tone, as the girls move up the street. "My bike'll shake me to pieces, 'n' Atti got the truck. Walk ain't far anyhow." She keeps a hand on the wound, pressing against it, but encircles Kat's waist with her other arm.

"I see." Katsumi giggles and shakes her head lightly. "Well I was only trained to use patrol cycles, I am very-very clumsy with trucks, so if you could stand we could walk there." She offers and shakes her head once more. "No, I think you are brave. The braveness is not that you capable of doing huge things, but to face your fears and try to fight."

"It ain't facin' them, 'cause they just happen and I don't get a choice." Caliopa's voice is a little harsher, and her pace slows as they reach the doctors. "Guess we're here..." She hesitates on the doorsteps before stumbling over it, her hand reddening with the blood from her wound.

Katsumi glances down at Caliopa's stoomack. "Damn." she raises her hand to knock on the door, perhaps to hasten the doctor. "Hey, I have a wounded! Doctor!" she shouts and glances once more with a concerned face at her company.

The doctors and nurses move in, sweeping a reluctant Caliopa into the building, leaving Katsumi behind. In a matter of a few minutes, her wound is stitched, dressed, painkillers given and Caliopa is tucked up into a bed, under protest.

Katsumi slips into the bathroom to clean her own wounds before she walks back to the room, trying to catch the doctor or a nurse. "Hey, is she all right?" she asks impatiently, yet she manages a faint smile to express her thankfulness. "Is there any defense in the hospital itself?" her other question follows if someone listens it.

The nurse fiddling with a bag of fluid at the bedside glances up, giving a small smile. "She will be fine, just needs to sit still long enough." Spoken with a brief scolding tone, as if someone wasn't willing to do so. Caliopa, tucked into the bed, gives her a look of almost pure irritation. "There ain't no need for defense, ain't me that is the problem, tis the garage."

The Japanese stalker nods to the nurse and glances at Caliopa. "Yes, that is great. Be patient her, ok Cali? Try to do what the doctor say, or otherwise Atticus would tear me." she smiles and glances back at the door. "I think it is better me to go for my armor and hurries back to the garage as soon as I can. I could do nothing here."

Caliopa nods slowly, obviously irritated at being bed-bound, despite the paleness of her features, and how small she looks in the hospital robe. "Ruined my coveralls..." She mumbles, leaning her head back, the attempt at humour falling flat. "You tell Atti for me, Kat?"

Katsumi leans closer to stroke Caliopa's head and to give a kiss into her forehead - if she lets. "Not only tell him, but occupy the garage. It will be my new home for a while, ok my dear?" she asks with a warm smile. "I promise I won't seduce Atticus, he is my boss after all." Speaking about flat humor… "Anyway I really want to hurry. At least you have time to think about more important questions, like the mercenary companies, right? And I will buy you a new coverall." She tells and steps back.

"I got plenty of them, 'n' there ain't no need to have folks in the garage, there really ain't..." There is a hint of panic and the nurse gives Katsumi a look to hurry her departure. "Jus' not folks in my garage...gonna need me there to put things back..."

Katsumi laughs softly and shakes her head. "You know me, I am totally dumb for the machinery, except some minimal maintenance and side arms. I will just bring a bedroll there and some food. I will protect the things there, ok? Trust me." She offers and walks into the entrance. "I will call you, you have a comlink, right? Just stay here and calm down. And be friendly with the nurse." The stalker turns back to wink.

Caliopa glowers from the bed, shaking her head, "I don't want folks in my garage, jus' lock it..." The nurse gives Katsumi an exasperated look, moving towards her to usher her out. "Go and tell her boyfriend, and bring in some clothes." Very firmly, before the nurse turns back towards Caliopa, murmuring soothing nothings.

Katsumi realizes that she is far from a good psychologist with a deep sigh, leaving the room. At least she could go back to do what she could better (?), trying to prepare for a defense. She hurries through the corridor and leaves the hospital. Tags:caliopa, desmond, katsumi