The 8th Noble
Erich Loom, wanted for: burglary, theft, murder.
Caution: force user.
Colette ran her thumb over the screen one more time with a thoughtful frown. The perp was a pale blonde man with short but thick and wavy hair. He had no real distinguishing features as far as Colette could see other than the sheer blueness of his eyes. It would seem that all in all this man, no older than Colette herself, was as unremarkable as it could get. Which was perhaps why the crimes listed under his profile were all the more peculiar to her.
She looked up from the screen and towards a nearby door down a dark alleyway. From what she had gathered he was hidden somewhere in there. Ten floors of apartments and he could be in any of them, either by himself or with company but most likely paranoid as can be nonetheless.
Confident that her search was at an end, Colette pocketed the device and began to walk towards the back entrance of the building. It had all seemed a bit too good to be true, and perhaps what she saw on the approach was just the force seeing how hard it could prod her with worry.
Another presence in the force stepped through the backdoor and into the building. This one was a woman, or so Colette assumed. Dark hair, pale skin. Her presence wasn’t necessarily dark as much as it spoke of someone with an intense drive. There was no mistaking that she was another force user — which given this moment, right here and now — was no mere coincidence. The force didn’t work like that.
Colette jogged up to the entrance and then up the first set of stairs to catch up with this new presence.
“Hey.” She hissed in a whisper. “Pst. Hey!”
“Slow down. We should talk.”
Kito
Caution: force user.
Colette ran her thumb over the screen one more time with a thoughtful frown. The perp was a pale blonde man with short but thick and wavy hair. He had no real distinguishing features as far as Colette could see other than the sheer blueness of his eyes. It would seem that all in all this man, no older than Colette herself, was as unremarkable as it could get. Which was perhaps why the crimes listed under his profile were all the more peculiar to her.
She looked up from the screen and towards a nearby door down a dark alleyway. From what she had gathered he was hidden somewhere in there. Ten floors of apartments and he could be in any of them, either by himself or with company but most likely paranoid as can be nonetheless.
Confident that her search was at an end, Colette pocketed the device and began to walk towards the back entrance of the building. It had all seemed a bit too good to be true, and perhaps what she saw on the approach was just the force seeing how hard it could prod her with worry.
Another presence in the force stepped through the backdoor and into the building. This one was a woman, or so Colette assumed. Dark hair, pale skin. Her presence wasn’t necessarily dark as much as it spoke of someone with an intense drive. There was no mistaking that she was another force user — which given this moment, right here and now — was no mere coincidence. The force didn’t work like that.
Colette jogged up to the entrance and then up the first set of stairs to catch up with this new presence.
“Hey.” She hissed in a whisper. “Pst. Hey!”
“Slow down. We should talk.”
Kito