It had taken a half hour of mad preparation to get the Meditation Room ready. Right above the Hydroponics Room – the center of the Catalyst Hollow – the room was virtually unused, and was in desperate need of a cleaning. Kite, in a frantic dash, had spent the time turning off all the Hydroponic equipment before vacuuming the wayward dust that had piled in the place over the past year. By the time he had declared himself ‘done’, the room was in a more presentable shape, though he wished he could have spent more time getting it ready.
Now, he was on the bottom floor of the Catalyst building, standing by the front door. Still dressed in a shirt and tie, he patiently waited for Animus and the others to arrive, nervously tapping his cane against the floor as he counted the minutes roll by…
Kite weaves hastily constructed techné on himself after vacuuming up: