The Search Continues Feb 14, 2018 21:52:42 GMT -6
Post by Belladonna Atropa on Feb 14, 2018 21:52:42 GMT -6
|The Search Continues|
| BELLADONNA'S BASE PL: 4,000|
BELLADONNA'S CURRENT PL: 8,000
|GAIN BONUSES: None |||PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
Head tilted back, Belladonna’s neck craned to find the ceiling high above. Unlike the other various stops along her list, this place was gigantic. Not wanting to leave anything out in her search, she included the strange listing regardless of the fact that a warehouse wasn’t exactly ideal. With fifty foot ceilings and a concrete floor the old paper factory definitely had that industrial feel. Was that what they wanted? Uhg, she didn’t know.
Thank goodness she invited Koban to look at this one with her. Although it needed to be explain twice when she reached out to him, he agreed to come take a look. Perhaps she should have filled him in before she set out in the morning, it would have been easier in person. The Saiyans were on Earth and what that meant was uncertain, but she was certain it meant something. In her heart she hoped peace would prevail, yet she wasn’t foolish enough to believe it would last forever.
The main reason she wanted the Captain’s input here was because of the price. This type of building did not come cheap and although she knew he trusted her, Koban was the one in charge. He might debate that claim, his demeanor painting his allies as friends above all else, but Bella knew why she was part of the Troop and whose vision its foundation was built on.
Sleeveless shirt and pants still on from earlier, the semi-casual attire left her looking a little out of place in the middle of the vast floor. Both hands rested on her hips as she gave a slow turn, amber eyes taking in the details of the aging building. Older than half of the fancy spaces she looked at towards the middle of the day, it wasn’t nearly as decrepit as the first one place she stopped. A small shiver went down her spine as she recalled the spooky structure.
Out came her notebook and down went her thoughts. Like with nearly everything in her life, the hybrid recorded and compiled notes on the potential space. She found writing down her thoughts so she could reread her later helped in all aspects of who she was. It might have started with an obsession, but it had sense evolved.
Spacious. Expensive. Dirty. Pricey.
Short hand indicated that the cons outweighed the pros. With a click of her tongue she looked around the dusty factory one more time. A long soft exhale followed shortly after, her uncertainty clear in the exasperated sound. Hopefully he would be there soon.
TAGS: Captain Koban