[It'd been a few weeks since she'd last seen Jack, which meant that Lena found herself focusing more on day-to-day Legion life and less on trying to find a way to keep him engaged. It's not hard to feel herself slipping a little -- the team dynamic was different, so it was to be expected.
And then there was the matter of Azúcar, but that was a whole different sort of problem -- one that was currently managing itself. So she tries instead to think about how to move forward, and cross the various looming bridges when they come.
That is, until she starts to notice things changing. One thing chronal disassociation had done for her was keep her informed when something wasn't quite right with the immediate vicinity. The ripples in the timestream were almost visible if she started at one spot for too long. Thankfully, the accelerator kept her where she was, but it was hard not to be at least a little startled.
Before she can think on how to address it, she trips on the hallway full of graffiti.]
...huh?
[Not a bad style. How curious. She'd heard of Los Muertos before in passing international news feeds, enough to know what they were, and their link to various rumored scandals. Enough to know of Sombra, their link to technological espionage, and thievery. Or, in this case, one woman's thievery.
She stands at the piece nearest her and frowns. She respected graffiti, as an art form and form of protest -- but Los Muertos was a different story.]
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And then there was the matter of Azúcar, but that was a whole different sort of problem -- one that was currently managing itself. So she tries instead to think about how to move forward, and cross the various looming bridges when they come.
That is, until she starts to notice things changing. One thing chronal disassociation had done for her was keep her informed when something wasn't quite right with the immediate vicinity. The ripples in the timestream were almost visible if she started at one spot for too long. Thankfully, the accelerator kept her where she was, but it was hard not to be at least a little startled.
Before she can think on how to address it, she trips on the hallway full of graffiti.]
...huh?
[
Not a bad style.How curious. She'd heard of Los Muertos before in passing international news feeds, enough to know what they were, and their link to various rumored scandals. Enough to know of Sombra, their link to technological espionage, and thievery. Or, in this case, one woman's thievery.She stands at the piece nearest her and frowns. She respected graffiti, as an art form and form of protest -- but Los Muertos was a different story.]