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Dunno if you're particular about dates, but I'm assuming this is a little further into January (especially since a few days effectively pass in just this post).. -Just keeping chronological order, but eh.- oO; Hope that's not a problem. XD;
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 It had taken nearly a week and a half to complete the transfer and recover. Whether it had wheels or not, the dolly that she used to transport her furnace didn't have the best ground clearance. Obstacles in the broken human city were constant, and roughly three quarters of those she encountered had to be removed manually, while the balance had to be worked around. A fallen building with its rubble and innards skewed across the street was an impasse--it was then time to try a different street, which could effectively triple or quadruple the amount of work to be done. Even so, she pressed onward--she had fashioned a harness designed specifically for her halfling form, which she felt possessed the best balance between endurance and strength. Coupled with her natural athleticism and fierce determination, she had done it. Now who else could say that? Skoll could, but she didn't mind sharing the credit. She had made sure to pull it at least as far as he did.
The following days required great amounts of rest. Excitement and adrenaline had been her fuel, but now it was time to give her body some sympathy. Once they had finally manoeuvred the furnace off of the dolly and shoved it into its proper place in her shed, she had bid farewell to Skoll and laid down on the spot. She awoke nearly twenty hours later, with darkness pouring in from the outside. As they closed once more her eyes could be seen to roll, and she slept again until the morning came. Although she was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, she roused herself just as the sun peeked over the horizon and went to hunt. After two failed attempts, she managed to take down a weak doe. The doe had apparently suffered an injury in the immediate past, and Matrix seized the opportunity. She was still famished, and now it was time to feast. She stayed with her kill for the next few days, eating as she got hungry and sleeping the rest of the time.
Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end. Fortunately, on rare occasions they managed to get even better. Today was the day when she would begin the final steps of "stage one" of her project. Rested and content (although still quite sore), she made her way away from Inferni's territory back toward her greenhouse, which was less than half a mile in distance--it was only a handful of city blocks away. As she neared the plot of land on which it stood, she paused for a moment to take a snapshot in her mind. Hopefully, this would be the last day that her greenhouse would have even a scratch on its exterior. Matrix made her way over to the shed and propped open the door.
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Many might think that Garnet had irresponsible parents for letting her wandered so far unnoticed. That could be proven partially true time and time again, but today it was to Garnet's credit that she had slipped past the "guard" unnoticed, her black form moving easily and silently in the shadows. It wasn't that long of a trek before Garnet discovered something deliciously amazing. It was a city, taken over by the wild over the years that it had become uninhabited. Garnet, although mystified by the sight, was no stranger to human artifacts and buildings, and was quick to press on, blood red gaze fixed ahead as she began to wander the city blocks.
The next thing to catch the girls interest though would not be the lone doll on the street a few paces ahead of her, or the broken gum ball machine in the entrance of an already ransacked candy store, but the noise of an opening door. Curious, and not in the least hesitant, she headed off in the direction of the noise. Barely one street over she was met with the sight of a greenhouse, and her ears perked forward with interest, though her features, as always, remained well trained and bland. With no skip in her step, or wag in her tail, many might think she was sad, but this was just how Garnet was; emotionless, taking everything with a slow, calculating gaze, and an occasional amused smirk. Not even bothering to scent the air she moved right through the entrance, and was met by the sight of another.
Not seeming to care she moved on, not even bothering to pause and take the other in, even though she held the distinct tangy scent of pack, and such an alluring gaze. Head turning from left to right, the two distinct white "teardrops" beneath her left eye flashing in the dimmed light she inspected her surroundings in such an imperial manner that some might think she owned the place. Moving further in she left the older female behind, not seeming to care if she minded or not. [/html]
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Matrix was always quick to notice anything that was out of place, especially in spaces she generally regarded as her own. This greenhouse was hers, period. She would probably fight (and win) if challenged for the shiny, soon-to-be-productive structure, but nobody in their right mind would challenge her for a huge hunk of glass that was probably useless to them. She intended to share, anyway--but even so, she would regard herself as a landlord that charged no rent. So long as nobody became destructive, there would be no problems.
She was admittedly intrigued when a small puppy wandered in behind her and then past her into her shed, and she simply stared long and hard for a few pregnant moments. The only point in this was to make sure the other knew that Matrix a) knew she was there, and b) would be keeping an eye on her. The area wasn't exactly childproof, and things were about to get even worse. Still, the black coyote obviously belonged to Inferni, and as such, she was welcome.
Either way, she wasn't about to have her plans for the day offset by her young visitor. First on the agenda: light. Pulling out her lighter, she quickly and easily lit a small series of strategically placed candles. Now a flickering orange light illuminated the windowless wooden shed, and she made her way over to the furnace. As she opened the metal door on its side it protested loudly with a high-pitched creak, which caused her ears to pin back to her head. Frowning, her gaze turned to a shelf that held an assortment of tools and other things she had found that might be useful. Picking up a small squirt bottle, she made her way back to the furnace and placed a few drops of the oily lubricant on the hinges, then swung the door back and forth several times--no more sounds. Excellent. Taking a quick glance at the puppy to see where she was and what she was up to, Matrix now permitted herself to make several trips outside, where she had already accumulated a large number of logs from fallen trees. She brought several inside, as well as plenty of dried plant matter from the greenhouse (stored outside in old plastic garbage cans) and some smaller sticks. Within minutes, a fire was growing in the furnace.
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