[Closed to Kimberly]

[not_the_philistine]

Shortly after sunset in the City, Goliath leaves Bronx to guard the castle and makes his way to the Vatican to wait for Billy's friend. Last night's search of the lower levels of the castle turned up a room that must have once been used by a landscaper on Xanatos' payroll. Goliath is glad to have tools to offer the human, considering that the castle gardens have grown wild in ages without care. This girl has her work cut out for her.

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[not_the_philistine]

It was a much nicer reaction than screaming and shooting.

"It's good to meet you as well. I am always glad to meet a friend of a good friend."

Sadly, Goliath has been having trouble convincing himself to socialize, so he hasn't heard Billy talk much about Kim before.

"My castle is this way. I'm afraid it has grown wild without care."

[powerbow.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle." Kimberly liked to think of herself as having a green thumb. And she loved to garden and once the garden was ready she could write songs and read and even practice there.

[not_the_philistine]

This problem of not having heard much about Kimberly before doesn't seem to be much of a problem after all. She is polite and enthusiastic - she may bring life to the castle yet. Life that will make the castle something worth protecting again.

"Your enthusiasm speaks well of you."

Goliath lead her through the city to a huge, sprawling castle, ringed by a high stone wall. A genuine drawbridge remained closed, and Goliath helped Kimberly over the wall, which was covered with the scars from many claws digging in. He landed beside her on the overgrown grass.

"My only concern is that that -" he pointed to the gleaming red car, the only thing in the yard that someone had obviously been taking care of - "be left undisturbed. The rest is yours to do with as you wish."

[powerbow.livejournal.com]

The garden was over grown but with all the time she had on her hands she didn't think it was going to be a problem. "Oh, you don't have to worry. You don't touch and I won't touch." Kimberly spoke with her hands flailing around to add a spark of drama.

The castle was beautiful. She could fix the flowers that weren't doing too well and she could weed out the ones that have been long since dead. "I'm like so excited for this." Kim whirled around.

[not_the_philistine]

Goliath regarded Kimberly's theatrics thoughtfully, then looked around at the unkempt grounds.

"Good."

He surveyed the castle, remembering happier times, before Xanatos, before the Wyvern massacre, when this had been a place of refuge for humans and gargoyles alike.

Now it was nothing more than an empty monument to Xanatos' ambition.

Kimberly would be good for it. Other humans would be good for it.

"It is long past time this castle had life in it once more."

[powerbow.livejournal.com]

"I promise I'll do the best I can to get this beautiful again." Kimberly placed a hand on Goliath's shoulder for reassurance.

Her mind wondered as to what used to do on here. How it used to look and she pictured women in Victorian dresses and men in tuxedos and lanterns. Oh how beautiful this could be. "What's your favorite flowers?" She asked.

[not_the_philistine]

Robes and suits of armor would fit the time period, but either way, you'd be hard pressed to find a better location for a period dress party.

"I hadn't given it thought." He considered the castle, and his memories of the land where it was first built. "Heather grew on the hills about this castle, once."

And he and his brothers were forever bringing it as gifts to their beloved mates, but the last person Goliath wants to talk about with a new human friend is Demona.