[ Indeed, C.C. follows as she always did and always would, sparing the boy only a fleeting glance before sliding onto her feet, a cat stretching its limbs after a particularly long, luxurious nap. Her footsteps are quiet and more akin to, again, feline slinking than the strides of a human, but she takes her loyal place at Lelouch's side, head neither down nor up but perfectly level, paced neither ahead nor behind. Equals, partners, accomplices.
C.C. has no need of a weapon herself, though she is cautious in where they tread. This world was dangerous and new, she understood that much, and while she shrugged off bullets like raindrops, Lelouch did not. If his enemies were here, he would be protected. That was what a shield was for, after all.
C.C. is tempted to remark with a bit of bite on Lelouch's choice of the elevator over the stairs, but truthfully, she would've elected for the same. She is no longer the catty teenager she was over the network, but the reserved witch, focused in her own way, ready to assist as needed.
Whether or not that would change with Kallen's addition to the team was a matter of some debate, but C.C. is present regardless once Lelouch knocks, and will remain so for the foreseeable future. ]
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C.C. has no need of a weapon herself, though she is cautious in where they tread. This world was dangerous and new, she understood that much, and while she shrugged off bullets like raindrops, Lelouch did not. If his enemies were here, he would be protected. That was what a shield was for, after all.
C.C. is tempted to remark with a bit of bite on Lelouch's choice of the elevator over the stairs, but truthfully, she would've elected for the same. She is no longer the catty teenager she was over the network, but the reserved witch, focused in her own way, ready to assist as needed.
Whether or not that would change with Kallen's addition to the team was a matter of some debate, but C.C. is present regardless once Lelouch knocks, and will remain so for the foreseeable future. ]