Ama
Beta-class Metahuman
Posts : 1301
Join date : 2010-10-13
RPG character
Name: Quinn
Code Name: Al-Safira
Villain or good guy?: Evil
 |  Subject: Step One: Recon Work  Thu Jul 28, 2011 4:54 pm | |
| It had been a day or so since we last saw Umbra. In which she encountered Will, a worthy opponent. He very much may of saved the man's life, whom had stole from Umbra and was at her mercy. Needless to say, Umbra was not pleased about it. Especially as Will had seen her in the bad light, deeming her to be the one in the wrong. Whilst she... She just saw it as justice. He stole from her, he trades that for his life. Differences aside, Umbra managed to escape. Remaining able to fight for another day. That day, is today!
As we head to the docks, right about now it's an hour or so after the dock workers have had lunch. All seeming to come from just one Sea Food restaurant. It was a terrible day for weather. Dark clouds filled the sky, with signs of a rainstorm from the heavens above. The waves were pretty violent as well, crashing against the rocks not too far from the sea shore. But despite all this, The dock was full with activity, with a lot of different characters to be found. Some rather shady in fact, especially the ones who were not general dock workers. You know the type, wearing a trench coat with a hat covering their face. Leaning against a store, smoking a cigarette. Those guys. But for the most part, there were dock workers all around, all rather quite well built. They'd be carrying crates with such ease, sometimes onto a ship, sometimes off. Apart from them, there were a few fisherman as well. Gathered in the one fishing shop, discussing latest and catches and equipment. Telling long pirate tales, of battaling huge sea creatures. Of course, saying that. From that group, the stench of rum and whiskey was pretty strong near them. Mixing in the air, from the smoke that filled the air due to all the steam the ships produced that docked and sailed away, each passing day.
Also at the docks on this not so pleasant day, was the 'one that got away' Umbra. She had her hood up of course, masking most of her face. Dressed in her usual attire, which played into why she was so agile when it came to her movement patterns. A slight grin on her face, she often looked from side to side as she walked along the wooden decking. Her steps silent, which may be a tad suspicious, no? Anyway. She eventually came to a stop, peering over at one of the ships. Glancing over it, on the side it said S.S. Behemoth. Now, who knew what this meant to Umbra? But it brought a smile to her face. She turned away, heading off down one of the dock's small alley ways. Mainly filled with barrels and kegs, filled with raw fish and alcohol. Even some defective fishing equipment littered the floor. Didn't bother Umbra though. She rested back against the wall, shrouded by the shade for she was unseen. She pressed her foot back against the wall, taking out her data pad. A few beeps were heard, as she typed in the word 'Behemoth'. Few blips appeared on the screen, locations that the name was associated with. Of course, she had no idea which location she needed herself. A smile appeared on her face, putting her data pad away. Quick glance down the alley before Umbra walked off. Continuing her little assignment.
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