Goliath ([personal profile] not_the_philistine) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-10-23 05:27 pm

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Artificial night fell on the City, and Goliath and Bronx both awoke with their usual roars. The gargoyles bursting out of their stone skin were a familiar sound at sunset, and their roars carried over the darkening City.

Goliath dropped from his turret and glided towards the wall that surrounded the castle, landing before the gate that would open it to the rest of the crew. Elisa must have still been asleep or otherwise occupying herself in the castle, because the gate was closed. Goliath considered the gates, and the high, newly repaired wall that kept most visitors out of the castle. His instincts to keep the castle fortified against entry during his sleep were still strong, but he considered them as objectively as possible while examining the gate.

In times of conflict, this castle COULD still be used as a fortress. But if he was to open it to the crew formally, perhaps it was time to leave them open, and trust to the crew that he sought to protect.

Or perhaps that was still a step that could wait until he had met more of the crew, and trusted them a little better.

[ooc: a few players have expressed an interest in having their characters sneak into the castle to explore while Goliath is asleep during the day. If you have a character who would snoop around an old castle uninvited, feel free to tag in!]

[identity profile] newyorkbynight.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know if I'd call it a job, but thanks," she said, touching his arm gently. There would come a time when he couldn't protect her - again - but this wasn't it. She'd just have to hope it wouldn't be for a while and that she'd be able to make sure he was aware of something that he'd never quite got the hang of in New York. That it wouldn't be his fault.

"I won't go anywhere. Except maybe to grab my jacket."

[identity profile] newyorkbynight.livejournal.com 2011-11-21 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Elisa watched him go before turning on her heel to head back into the castle. She was both a little relieved and a little disappointed that their conversation had been cut short before they'd had a chance to say anything. It wasn't that she wasn't sure of her feelings. She knew that what she felt was real and she didn't regret the choice that she'd made. But she was nervous about revealing such intense feelings when she usually kept that sort of emotion in check. It was a big step, even here and now.

She retrieved her jacket - it didn't go with the plant suit, but it was another piece of home - and headed down to the gate. They'd deal with the dragon now. She'd deal with her own insecurities later.