The place was right where he'd left it, as absurd as that might be in some places Kruger was pretty sure that even the houses could shift and move in RhyDin at random. In this case it might be at the whim of the owner, one slightly paranoid elfess. He wouldn't be surprised if the place had been masked to appear as a vacant lot to everyone except those she really trusted, that he could see it meant a lot to him. He let a grateful sigh that she still considered him trustworthy, because in his head she had done exactly that. Check for booby traps... doorbells are great places to have those. Knowing that he chose to knock... and for some reason not use the stairs, something to do with landmines and punji sticks. Changing his mind again he just called out her fake name. "Olivia! Come out here and guide me in!"
The fact that Kruger knew his Olivia so well is probably one of the reasons he remained alive and wholly able to enjoy her company. It's not that she would intentionally harm Kruger (not since she'd decided to allow him to live) but she was quite the paranoid (with good reason!) elf with an uncanny ability to strategize and plan for every eventuality that could be thrown at her. This typically meant booby-trapped doorbells, landmined steps...and let us not forget the punji sticks! Being that Kruger knew his Olivia so well, he knew the best way to remain a whole man while navigating this jungle she called her new home, was to simply have the elfess herself assist him. Good thinking!
Having the best audio and video equipment available, Rayvinn knew Kruger was on his way probably before he knew he was on his way (maybe not). Thusly, she had already begun preparations for their lovely tea party and was not at all surprised when she heard him calling her name. It was a VERY GOOD THING that he hadn't used the doorbell because he wouldn't be able to see for hours after receiving the precise delivery of mace. And if he'd attempted the door handle? Well, let's just say he would need to have someone else to feed him because the use of his hands would be severely inhibited.
"Krugeeeeeyyyyy!" came the all too familiar screech anytime she saw him after it had been some time since their last meeting. "I have my hands full," this was transmitted through the two way speaker next to the doorbell..hopefully he didn't touch that either! "So, climb the third step, balance on your toes, tap on the window four times in rapid succession, sing your name to the tune of "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benatar and you should be fine. The elfess went back to stirring up whatever she was stirring, which ended up more on her apron than in the actual bowl, and then yelled into the little watch contraption that connected to the outside speaker. "Be sure to duck very quickly after the third tap upon the window but don't let it slow down the fourth tap!" Then she began to hum as she worked.
And this is why he'd taken to studying Rope Fu, instead of all those normal martial arts that others tended to use in the ring. It might have something to do with why he was constantly belting out lyrics while throwing punches too. He managed to climb that third step, but his tippy toes were not quite the same as Raye's so he could only hope she'd taken that into account and been a little forgiving. Knock, knock, ducknock, knock would have been audible if he hadn't started singing. "Kruger is like a tidle wave, spinning over your head! Drownin' you in promises... better left unsaid!" Was that the right part of the song? Did his impromptu ad libs to the lyrics count as singing his name? He really hoped that her absence hadn't made him get too fancy for these musical locks... What happened if he sang it out in the wrong key? He was tense and read for anything, but seeing Raye was worth the extra effort. Stretching however was uncomfortable still after the last couple fights he'd been in.
And just like that, the speaker spoke in a computerized male voice "ACCESS GRANTED. WELCOME KRUGER!" followed by musical laughter and cheering from one chaotic elfess. It seems that Kruger would remain intact AND get to enjoy tea with Rayvinn.
The door unlatched and began to mechanically swing inward (outward would have forced poor Kruger down to that second step...nasty business was lurking there!). "I'm in the kitchen, Kruger. Oh hey...be careful stepping over the threshold. Missing toes actually do mess up one's balance!"
There had been several close calls with Raye back when Kruger was some kind of pervy demon in disguise. Sharp implements were brandished, threats unveiled. Maybe he'd encouraged that a bit because those exotic looks became even more alluring when she was on the verge of homicide. He did take care though, putting more distance than necessary over the threshold as he stepped through. Did he notice that the door seemed to hang on a double hinge? If so, only because it was metal and he had an eye for how things got made. He knew the way to the kitchen well enough from the few times he'd been here when making up his mind to purchase. "Thanks, I'm afraid those don't grow back for me." He took a lean on the doorway to the kitchen, looking at Raye in her semi-domestic situation. Sure she was kind of a mess from the stirring of what could have been a cake, or plastic explosives, she still looked fantastic though. He began to see what the appeal was in seeing someone in that condition. "Whatcha got cooking?"
There had been a few close calls back then. Had she known he had provoked her homicidal rage intentionally? What a brat that Kruger was! She very well could have been mixing together plastic explosives IN cake batter...this surely wouldn't be a surprise, right? She was certainly a mess as well. Though, quite surprisingly, the elfess did know how to cook. It required far more concentration and patience than she could typically muster but she tried to think of it as a mission where she might sit with a sniper rifle for a certain period of time without moving. When she put it in those terms to herself, she could generally muster the self control needed.
"There are fifty different blends of tea in those canisters, the kettle is boiling, and there is every imaginable concoction of sugar and flour laid out in the sun room." Somebody took this tea party business to the extreme, much like she took most things she set her mind to. She might have been up most of the night baking goodies in between creating explosive devices. Here's to hoping she hadn't gotten them mixed up.
The fact that Kruger knew his Olivia so well is probably one of the reasons he remained alive and wholly able to enjoy her company. It's not that she would intentionally harm Kruger (not since she'd decided to allow him to live) but she was quite the paranoid (with good reason!) elf with an uncanny ability to strategize and plan for every eventuality that could be thrown at her. This typically meant booby-trapped doorbells, landmined steps...and let us not forget the punji sticks! Being that Kruger knew his Olivia so well, he knew the best way to remain a whole man while navigating this jungle she called her new home, was to simply have the elfess herself assist him. Good thinking!
Having the best audio and video equipment available, Rayvinn knew Kruger was on his way probably before he knew he was on his way (maybe not). Thusly, she had already begun preparations for their lovely tea party and was not at all surprised when she heard him calling her name. It was a VERY GOOD THING that he hadn't used the doorbell because he wouldn't be able to see for hours after receiving the precise delivery of mace. And if he'd attempted the door handle? Well, let's just say he would need to have someone else to feed him because the use of his hands would be severely inhibited.
"Krugeeeeeyyyyy!" came the all too familiar screech anytime she saw him after it had been some time since their last meeting. "I have my hands full," this was transmitted through the two way speaker next to the doorbell..hopefully he didn't touch that either! "So, climb the third step, balance on your toes, tap on the window four times in rapid succession, sing your name to the tune of "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benatar and you should be fine. The elfess went back to stirring up whatever she was stirring, which ended up more on her apron than in the actual bowl, and then yelled into the little watch contraption that connected to the outside speaker. "Be sure to duck very quickly after the third tap upon the window but don't let it slow down the fourth tap!" Then she began to hum as she worked.
And this is why he'd taken to studying Rope Fu, instead of all those normal martial arts that others tended to use in the ring. It might have something to do with why he was constantly belting out lyrics while throwing punches too. He managed to climb that third step, but his tippy toes were not quite the same as Raye's so he could only hope she'd taken that into account and been a little forgiving. Knock, knock, ducknock, knock would have been audible if he hadn't started singing. "Kruger is like a tidle wave, spinning over your head! Drownin' you in promises... better left unsaid!" Was that the right part of the song? Did his impromptu ad libs to the lyrics count as singing his name? He really hoped that her absence hadn't made him get too fancy for these musical locks... What happened if he sang it out in the wrong key? He was tense and read for anything, but seeing Raye was worth the extra effort. Stretching however was uncomfortable still after the last couple fights he'd been in.
And just like that, the speaker spoke in a computerized male voice "ACCESS GRANTED. WELCOME KRUGER!" followed by musical laughter and cheering from one chaotic elfess. It seems that Kruger would remain intact AND get to enjoy tea with Rayvinn.
The door unlatched and began to mechanically swing inward (outward would have forced poor Kruger down to that second step...nasty business was lurking there!). "I'm in the kitchen, Kruger. Oh hey...be careful stepping over the threshold. Missing toes actually do mess up one's balance!"
There had been several close calls with Raye back when Kruger was some kind of pervy demon in disguise. Sharp implements were brandished, threats unveiled. Maybe he'd encouraged that a bit because those exotic looks became even more alluring when she was on the verge of homicide. He did take care though, putting more distance than necessary over the threshold as he stepped through. Did he notice that the door seemed to hang on a double hinge? If so, only because it was metal and he had an eye for how things got made. He knew the way to the kitchen well enough from the few times he'd been here when making up his mind to purchase. "Thanks, I'm afraid those don't grow back for me." He took a lean on the doorway to the kitchen, looking at Raye in her semi-domestic situation. Sure she was kind of a mess from the stirring of what could have been a cake, or plastic explosives, she still looked fantastic though. He began to see what the appeal was in seeing someone in that condition. "Whatcha got cooking?"
There had been a few close calls back then. Had she known he had provoked her homicidal rage intentionally? What a brat that Kruger was! She very well could have been mixing together plastic explosives IN cake batter...this surely wouldn't be a surprise, right? She was certainly a mess as well. Though, quite surprisingly, the elfess did know how to cook. It required far more concentration and patience than she could typically muster but she tried to think of it as a mission where she might sit with a sniper rifle for a certain period of time without moving. When she put it in those terms to herself, she could generally muster the self control needed.
"There are fifty different blends of tea in those canisters, the kettle is boiling, and there is every imaginable concoction of sugar and flour laid out in the sun room." Somebody took this tea party business to the extreme, much like she took most things she set her mind to. She might have been up most of the night baking goodies in between creating explosive devices. Here's to hoping she hadn't gotten them mixed up.