Lock, Unlock [Kind of open?]

[jesushasagundam]

Kira was worn out from the day's Rogue boot camp, but he still made his way to Daja's forge in the City at the appointed time. Part of him wondered if he was taking the idea of encryption a little bit too seriously, but the rest of him pointed out that keeping their communications secret from the Ohm - and anyone else - would probably help keep everybody safe and alive. So in this case, it made sense to take a little bit more time in the matter.

He sat by the entrance to the building and waited to see if anyone else had cracked the message.

(ooc: If your character is talented enough at hacking/programming/encryption to read this post, then they can show up. :D)

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[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Well, anyone apart from those that had already proven themselves, of course. Not that Dustin hadn’t taken the liberty to see what else Kira had up his sleeves—which he did—but he had given some of his advice as to how it could be made better, had read what he’d already done with it, and thus Dustin cheated a little bit. Regardless, the rest of the crew would not find it so easy. They probably had a while.

As for the Squadron training session, Dustin hadn’t been there. He should’ve been, mind, but the fact that he was still confined to crutches and would remain so for the next two to three weeks might’ve had something to do with his absence. Surely the others would understand; or at least Trudy would vouch for him, maybe. Maybe.

The pale, emaciated figure of the genius in question appeared down the way, shambling unsteadily towards the forge, taking his time. He hailed Kira roughly halfway there with a short wave of his free arm, draped heavily underneath his overcoat.

“See? I said you wouldn’t need my help finding the place.”

[jesushasagundam]

Kira, who had been busy coding - naturally - on his little pad, looked up as he heard movement. He greeted Dustin by holding up a hand of his own once the other man gave him the equivalent of a wave.

"Ah, no... it wasn't hard to find at all." He looked at the crutch. "...how are you feeling?"

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Dustin closed the gap in considerably less time, coming to a halt at a distance where he could look over the building in full. There was always something about this place—it was so familiar somehow. Never helped that it bore the obvious signs of recent use, repair. Dustin hadn’t been the first to happen upon it, so it seemed.

“That’s because I gave you the map,” he pointed out with a gruff sniff, aiming a skeptical glare at nothing in particular (apart from maybe the forge’s roof), “I swear, if you don’t pin down the locations in this ship then they have a nasty habit of moving around.”

A beat. Dustin might’ve continued muttering to himself if he hadn’t been asked another question.

“Fine,” came the reply, terse and rather absent, before he threw a look at the one addressing him, “You?”

[jesushasagundam]

"That's true - I appreciate it," the youth answered, putting the pad to the side. "I'm feeling all right. A bit tired from training, but I made it through the fight mostly intact."