Post by Shirako Tachibana on Mar 1, 2014 12:26:53 GMT -5
The smell of mildew, dust, and ash reached the woman's nose. It was evident, lower in the building, but, the further up, the smells of ruin were stronger. Whether it was brought about by recent conflict or through natural occurrence was the question, though it was one that she had no intentions of answering. Slow, measured, and silent steps brought her form further ahead. While the woman was no coward, she knew that engaging enemies needlessly would have only served as a waste of strength. She, honestly, did not care about the riff-raff in the ruins. They were not an immediate threat to the citizens of the city. No, her adventure was a search to find her marks. If other Shadows got in the way, then so be it.
Shirako was not one to dress to impress anymore. She dressed however best matched her needs. Her needs, at the present, included blending in with the darkness. Other than that, she needed comfortable clothes that did not get in the way. Her top was long-sleeved, black, and hugged her form pretty closely. It was loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough that there was not enough slack for it to be caught on things by accident. Her pants matched the style and color as her shirt, were black jeans. While there was better stuff to wear and use, a mix of casual clothes made it much easier to blend in with society after an outing. As for the familiar weight at her waist, the sheathed blade that had protected her so much up to the present, it could easily be concealed and explained as tripod gear when she got back to the city.
A quiet breath escaped her lips. Plenty of things moved about around her. So long as she was careful, though, none would get in her way. She needed to find the next flight of stairs. Hopefully getting there wouldn't be an issue.
Shirako was not one to dress to impress anymore. She dressed however best matched her needs. Her needs, at the present, included blending in with the darkness. Other than that, she needed comfortable clothes that did not get in the way. Her top was long-sleeved, black, and hugged her form pretty closely. It was loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough that there was not enough slack for it to be caught on things by accident. Her pants matched the style and color as her shirt, were black jeans. While there was better stuff to wear and use, a mix of casual clothes made it much easier to blend in with society after an outing. As for the familiar weight at her waist, the sheathed blade that had protected her so much up to the present, it could easily be concealed and explained as tripod gear when she got back to the city.
A quiet breath escaped her lips. Plenty of things moved about around her. So long as she was careful, though, none would get in her way. She needed to find the next flight of stairs. Hopefully getting there wouldn't be an issue.