Isabelle 'Izzy' Shaw (izzyshaw) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-04 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~izzy shaw |
Who: Izzy Shaw and Juliet Winters
Where: Izzy's shop
What: Reunion
When: Sunday
Rating: TBD, likely low
Open: No
Status: Threaded, in progress
This isn’t where I was.
It isn’t even... the same country...
Where the hellmouth am I???
Juliet had walked toward what she had decided was civilization, her back pack now on her back instead of the one should she had been carrying it on to begin with.
Weird.
As she approached the outskirts of the built-up area she identified what it was she’d seen from the tree she’d shimmied up to try and get bearings. A tower, stone, and tall and completely out of place in the middle of a city. And as she entered the outskirts of the city she realized what else was missing. Well, other than the fact she’d seen no-one, not a living soul, on the walk in. She’d not been able to put her finger on before, in the forest, as there had been ‘things’ there, but nothing that had bothered her, or even paid her any attention. But now, walking along streets between buildings, turning corners to see more of the same, empty roads, deserted buildings, she realized what it was.. It was too quiet.
Izzy was hard at work in her shop that morning. She had welding to finish on the body of her leyline glider and it was better to do hot work first thing before the temperature made things absolutely miserable. To help with air circulation. let natural light in, and to let passersby (not that she expected many of the later with such a small population) know she was in the shop, she had both bay doors to the old service station all the way up. With a bit of luck she could finish the welding in an hour or so and grind it smooth before noon.
Juliet’s ears detected the first sounds she could discern that indicated the presence of others. The sound of metal on metal, grinding metal. She turned towards it, lightly stepping up onto the footpath as she came to a less residential area, her pace quickening a little, along with her pulse. Even though she knew her senses were still adapting to the environment, she couldn't detect anything dangerous, but she wasn't willing to trust those senses just yet, so she paused as she reached the corner and checked her knife while settling her backpack more snuggly against her back.
She located the origin of the sounds and saw the bay doors wide open, across the road from where she was standing, but still no-one visible. Without any hesitation she started across the street, eyes surveying the surroundings but her focus on the shadows inside the doors, not sure what to expect. As she approached the shade she started to squint to give her eyes a headstart on adapting to the shadows. The shower of sparks flying off from the grinder were almost glaringly familiar and made it easy to identify the location of the individual creating the racket.
Never one to take her time Juliet walked into the workshop, looked around and approached the person hidden behind the protective gear.
“Hey there,” she said simply, standing all of her 5’ 6”, feet planted firmly and body relaxed but ready to react to whoever, or whatever was behind the mask. To her surprise there was no response and for a brief moment Juliet wondered if she was in fact invisible. She moved around till she could see a little more of person, now able to see they were in fact wearing a face shield, gloves and were totally absorbed in what they, or at least from what Juliet could deduce, she was doing. She reached out and tapped the grinder-girl on the shoulder.
“Hey, can you hear me?”
Izzy had been totally absorbed in what she’d been doing. The glider body was very close to being completed, all she had to do was finish grinding the welds smooth and she’d be able to install the guts and then apply the paint job. Soon enough she’d be soaring up above the island and surrounding ocean, even if she couldn't go anywhere beyond that. It would scratch an itch she’d had ever since she’d been in her home dimension.
With so few people on the island she hadn't really expected anyone to swing by the shop without buzzing her phone, which in her pocket and set to vibrate. So when she was tapped on the shoulder she almost jumped out of her skin and immediately pulled the grinder off the glider. Her thumb let go of the pressure switch and the noise died as the tool shut down, and Izzy peered quizzically through the face shield at her visitor.
“Can I help you-” The words died as she raised the mask and saw who it was. “Juliet?!” It had been a good two years since she’d seen the young Slayer, who had been a very unusual friend indeed. Something of an adopted little sister in the first dimension she’d been dumped in after her accident. It felt like a lifetime ago.