Post by LCDR Kimono on Feb 20, 2024 12:22:09 GMT -5
Kimono Lamellar
Intergalactic Terrorist, Ex-Earth Military, Wanted Criminal
Base Power Level: 50,011 (Antisense Deactivated)
Current Power Level: 250,055 (Antisense Deactivated)
Word Count: 502
Total Word Count: 502
Text Hex: d40000
Intergalactic Terrorist, Ex-Earth Military, Wanted Criminal
Base Power Level: 50,011 (Antisense Deactivated)
Current Power Level: 250,055 (Antisense Deactivated)
Word Count: 502
Total Word Count: 502
Text Hex: d40000
Reading. It was always back down to reading. That's how Kim seemed to spend all of her time between all of her crime sprees and various odd jobs, pilfering through the numerous documents she stole of 'convinced' out of the hands of the unwilling. She was determined to learn more about this Hutong conspiracy she and Kaal had been introduced to, and despite everything that seemed to prohibit her, she was determined to find out more.
That's what brought the woman here today. The midday sun beaming down on the girl as she sat quietly in her wheelchair, pulled up to an outside table of a small empty diner, the sole occupant of the building seldom the three workers who regularly returned to her table to offer her snacks and refills on her coffee.
Kim was in her basic clothes today, trying her best to not appear out of the ordinary from everyone else. Her white dress shirt and black skirt simple, plain, something you'd see any other day from a civilian on the streets. The only thing she couldn't hide today, despite trying as hard as she could, was her power. The Hutong was upset, something inside of her crawled like worms under her skin and she couldn't limit the mist production like usual. Each breath she took loosed thin veils of pinkish steam from her breath, the latent magic obvious to onlookers. Most ignored her, as Ki and Magic were still somewhat on the rise in society and it was no surprise to see someone capable of it, but few did remain to stare as she was peering down at her multiple white sheet documents, reading about factory placements and individual production line models. She could only do so much to look like a normal person, and with her Hutong at it's strongest pull against her, she was unable to limit herself.
"Ugh..." Kim would sigh to herself as she leaned back in her chair, her hands placed on her thighs in a deep stretch. "No matter how many times I look over these damn things, it doesn't say anything about how they're replicating the stuff... It's all just where they're building them or what their intake logs have. It's like they're purposefully making this difficult for me... Maybe I should take these back to Kaal and see if he has any idea what to make of it." She would finish talking to herself, shrinking to a hunch over the table, one finger gliding over the rim of the coffee cup while she moped over her failure to read the blueprints. With any luck, she wouldn't be noticed by someone who would know who she was. Unfortunately for her, she knew that wouldn't be the case for long. Being a highly wanted war criminal does that to you.