Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 6, 2014 0:47:45 GMT
The thief glowered at Sourpuss before letting out a slow breath, trying to calm herself down. Her gut immediately growled, causing her to look down at the offending organ in surprise. "Oi! You just got fed not... er, actually how long was I out for? Nobody did anything to me whilst I was out of it did they?" asked Ikuze, glaring once more at Sourpuss before giving each male in the room the same glower.
"You were already unconscious when we arrived." Edelweiss told with a small shrug. "But for the time I have been here no one did anything to your body." Unless they counted with Jasper poking the blue-haired girl's face to check if she was still living. ....No, the redhead figured, that was not supposed to count. She then turned her attention back to Stephen-Sourpuss "You may call me Edel. And the kid is Jasper." and when the paper was handed to her, she quickly wrote a dainty-looking 'E.F.' under Tyrell's own initials, then passing it to the boy next to herself and watching him scribbe a rough, sole 'J' on the bottom.
Once on her wrist, the watch kept working for a few seconds, slowing down as if it was 'dying' and then simply stopped ticking. Nothing else woth mentioning... well, she was just a halfling still; technology's reactions to her would never be as strong as the one Tyrell got. "Should I think of this as good or bad..." She mused aloud while she watched the little watch handles remain completely immobile despite the seconds passing, waiting for Stephen to hand her one of those bracelets too.
Jasper didn't seem fond of putting that thing on his wrist though... no, not the bracelet, he wasn't even worried about it for now. It was the watch. He held that small object with the tip of his fingers, as far from himself as he could without dropping it and seriously pondering for a whole two minutes if he should wear that or not - but in the end, he needed the money so put it on.
Not even a second later Danielle passed through the entrance's door, there was a very low screeching noise like a mettalic mechanism braking too fast and a couple tiny gears sprung through the watch's glass with a minimal spark. One got stuck into the table right in front of him, another fell to the floor, rolled a little and then flopped still on the ground. "We're getting paid to break wrist watches, yeah." He said, looking at her with a doubious pokerface.