John stood there with the pane glass door wide open, the light shining through, casting roman numerals onto the black marble floor. The Rhy'Din breeze filling the large bedroom with a cool climate filled with the smells of Rhy'Din, mostly the bakery, butcher shops, and other vendors catering in the Marketplace. He adored his old black suit, something he missed wearing yet only had the opportunity to where it within the confines of the Clock Tower. Sipping away at a small cup of joe.

Jane leaned forwards on the bed's edge ever so slightly to slip on a pair of her slippers. In the confines of the tower, she made sure to make herself feel like home. Her fingers teased through her auburn tresses before she stood, wrapping a white robe around her, her peach skin still relatively visible. With soft steps, her figure glided towards him, honey hues taking him in before they drifted to the city and the world outside the clock tower.

He heard rustling from the bed behind him. He peered over his shoulder to his wife's figure. A smile formed to his face. He still had a little difficulty visualizing where he was, where he's been, and what had awaited him and his wife in the near future. Still coming to grips with what had happened between the two of them over the last few weeks. He simply turned to her with an open arm, pulling her into a warm embrace as they both looked out over the city. It wasn't they're city, but it sure did feel like it.

With her secure within his embrace she wrapped her arms warmly around his warm figure and sighed contently. It was good to be in those arms. Both her eyes closed, fingers tracing up and down his spine and over the fine fabrics of his suit, and she hummed.

Jane tightened her arms around him, one of her free hands moving to the small, chipped orb on her chest. Some day he was going to need this trinket, she knew it. Someday they both would need it. Pausing in her small tune her gaze lifted upwards to look upon his face silently.

Orange eyes peered to this majestic woman by his side, landing a small kiss to her forehead and taking a moment to truly embrace this moment. "What is on your mind Jane?" He smirked at the name. His arms fully wrapped around her slim figure and pulled her into a full embrace. They had always seemed to be very physical with one another, just one of their many ways of expressing they're devote love to one another, as a man and women should be.

"Just wondering what tomorrow will bring, John." She said softly, fingertips moving to race over the crook of his chest. Her eyes closed, the scent of him lingering in the air as he held her fully. On her toes her lips moved, brushing over his chin before she reached and poked his nose.

"Wondering what you're doing in that back room of yours. The usual." A warm smile graced her lips.

Feeling that inspiring kiss followed by the question, "...the usual my dear."

The infamous back room, known to some as the command center, the man cave, or to put it a simply as simple can be put, his work shop. John stood up a little straighter and stretched out his limbs as if he were ready to implying he was going to shift around the room a bit.

Looking back out through the two story tall glass face of the clock, elegant gears, sprockets, and cogs spun in all sorts of directions. There was no ticking or swooshing of the second hand of the clock. Just a unique silence as time ticked by, his ability to fix up the clock tower and bring it back up to standards was impressive. But far from finished. He looked forward to the completion of the clock tower and all the perks that went with it.

An innocent chuckle sprouted from his thoughts, thinking back on Jane's solution to the clock towers hourly ringing of the bells. Looking up to see the cracked bells hanging high overhead their bedroom. "What's on your agenda for today Jane?" He asked as he brought his hands up in front of him, using his fingers to frame the bells, ideas formulating in his mind with what he could do with the large ringing derelicts that hung silently above.

"Little bit of this, little bit of that..." She mused in response, letting him loose of her embrace.

Stepping back she followed his eyes to the bells then turned back to him. There was a tick of a brow lift on her face," Don't even think about fixing those. No sir." Her handy work as it was included blowing the hammer off those bells. They would not ring and none would notice considering the bell's fall into disrepair. She grinned a little at that thought then looked back out the window.

"I have a bit of work to do back....uhm....on the mountain top today." She hoped not to clue in just how much of that was dangerous, so not to make John worry. "Bit of recovery and what not. Nothing that shouldn't take too long."

Out of the frailty she had felt in all her life, this was the second weakest she had ever felt. The first was a few years ago. She looked back to him, honey hues studying him for sign that he understood just what she was about to embark on.

Reaching into his pocket and retrieving a small black remote no bigger than a box of matches he thumbed at it, speaker in all four corners of the room booped into action then immediately began to play upbeat, smooth, yet intellectual music. He walked over to a bamboo shutter stand and began to change out of his suit, draping the clothing over top as he listened to her list of to do's for the day.

"Hmm...anything you need my help on?" He asked, "I still need to scratch off a few things on the shopping list for tonight's dinner...head over to the yard, y'know, scraps for the workshop. Then try to get around to looking through the Oracle for job listings."

He walked out from behind the shades, dressed in his brown work pants, large metal sleet utility boots, and armored recon vest top. His gloves held in one hand along with his all use goggles. A smirk came over his face as if he may or may not be up to more than what he was letting on.

During the time he had changed, she had changed too. Her hair was pulled back by the banks so to keep it from her face. On her frame was a black jacket, beneath a grey tank top. Over her hips was a black belt, used to keep her dark work pants from slipping down her slender frame. On her feet were similar boots to his, but hers were dark as night, only a few scuffs in sight.

She was pondering telling him just what she was doing before she sighed," I'm going to the compound, you don't have to come if you don't want to. I need to recover a few things, erase a few more things, and make sure we didn't leave any signs of our arrival at the landing site."

Her gaze turned over her shoulder, brows arching as she pondered what else she could tell him about her goal. "I left something there that might lead on to where we are or where the kids are."

He walked over to her, whilst playing some electric air guitar to the music. It must have been a guy thing. It was like a system restore....back to when his past life was spent living in the sandy dune planet from long ago. He was young, able, and full of more energy and stamina than a two year old.

"As always, I'm ready for anything babe." He had been wearing his tengu beneath all his attire the entire time. From the collar of his neck shot up black sleet metal with a dark mirror surface, extending, locking, and extending some more until his entire head was covered in this thin yet durable extension of his head. In a raspy mechanical voice the words filled the air, "especially when it involves our children, I'm always ready."

His air guitar solo ended with his flexing his palms open to appear a handgun in each hand from his slip space gauntlets. Another simple flex and they shrunk back into nothingness. The helmet collapsed quickly back into the collar of his tengu suit, revealing Johns face again.

"Hiding, remember" We're not supposed to use those and draw attention to ourselves. The alliance assured our safety so long as we didn't. Think back to the sewers, they didn't find me until I used our abilities." She never figured out how they had managed that either. "For now we have to look like we're just scavenging the ship. I...I don't want to see you hurt is all." Or go through what she had endured for quite some time. She swallowed painfully. "I love you John, I just want to be safe and sound with you." And keep him from finding out.

Jane moved to him, clasped the collar of his shirt and pulled his lips to hers. "Promise me....hiding." She said softly, eyes of honey locking with his orange pools.

He embraced her kiss to the fullest. "I promise my love."

The Tengu melted and collapsed from his body, gathering to a small black orb in the palm of his hand, tossing it up and down like a baseball, then pocketing it.

"Nothing bad will happen to use. I still can't believe the Alliance is actually helping us. It doesn't seem right, but again, there is no one else we can turn to." He thought at first he was being a realist, but as his words flowed, the more he realized how wrong he truly was. A deep feeling of appreciation sunk within him for the Alliance. Perhaps they were the ones who were right all this while. During the wars, uprising, revolutions, they seemed to steam rolled through it all. Truly amazing as it was, it still gave him a warm kind of feeling in his stomach.

"So, would you like my help at the wreckage?" A warm smile formed as he kissed her again.

A sigh of relief left her as the tengu left his frame. With the second kiss she returned it gratefully. Both her hands moved and stroked through his hair before she whispered. "It would be nice to have a hand or two yes."

Her brow pressed to his chin and both her arms looped around his neck. "I promise you once the hiding is over you can run around the verse in that tengu suit for an eon if it pleases you." It was true, she knew how much being pent up in one place must effect him. It was a wonder that he hadn't gone insane.

Stepping back she studied him closely, always searching for the man she met that frost bitten night. Her smile grew as once again she met his eyes. "Perhaps you'll find something to tinker with there too." She turned to look out the clock face towards the mountain and frowned. They would be no match if anything else came at them right now and she hated it.

"Well Jane, you lead, I'll follow." He had plenty of things around the clock tower that could keep him preoccupied for weeks. But the case was, he wanted to get out and enjoy the fresh air and open world that was out there. He had a few things in the wreckage that he had his mind pondering about that he could salvage and use. He had his own mental list of materials he wanted and that ship had it.

John walked over to the sectional couch that was arranged in the corner and grabbed his backpack off it's fluffiness. Threw it on his back and looked to his wife, "So what are we waiting for, I'll lock up the tower...you get the wheels warmed up." Speaking figuratively of course.

He walked over to the polished mirror doors of the elevator leading into their bedroom, *ding* the doors swooshed open, looking over his shoulder to her, awaiting for her to follow he stepped into the steel box. Black marble floors, buffed to a shine. Crimson red carpet adorn the lower half of the walls, above the red oak railings was mirrors on the three walls with a reflective ceiling. "Shall we?"

"Yeah, right..." She had been busy staring at him. Jane couldn't help it when she got that way. She moved over to him, slowly twirling the keys while she whistled away. Her smirk grew after she pecked his cheek with supple lips then brushed past him.

Oh she knew he had a list, so did she. Secretly she patted herself down to check the status of her equipped tengu, as though she was looking for her gear, bag already being in the truck. Still what John didn't know wouldn't hurt right'

Moving down the several stairs, she went into the under garage, her lips rolling to deliver a whistle as she went to a jet black truck, complete with roll kit, and opened the driver's door. Once open she shuffled into the car, turned the key and let the engine roar. Of course she paused to buckle her seat belt.

As John walked away from the Clock tower, he reached over his shoulder with that little black match box controller in hand, thumbed a button and the front door and windows of the tower locked shut. He leaped into the passenger side of the truck, throwing his back between his legs on the floor and strapped in.

"All set."

When did Jane learn to drive? Well let's see if this goes over well. The clutch was shifted into gear and the garage door was opened. She took another second to double check the fuel gage and engine gage before she was wheeling out of the garage with screeching tires. She raced through the streets, it was night after all, and off towards the mountains with ease. Seems she had the hang of it, one would hope.

(Live rp between The Engineer and The Enduring.)