10-24-2015, 08:28 AM
Consigned to the task at hand, the Nealaphhs guided The Body down into the town proper. The most sensible plan of action would be to search for any of this Leto man's hired workers, or, if possible, a shipment full of secondaries. As the God-Minds prowled through the streets of bilgewater, however, there came a gnawing, cloying sensation from The Body's core. Ah yes, it needed to be fed. How tiresome.
With a reluctant sigh, The Body turned down a twisting cobblestone street lined with various stands selling produce and other token sustenance. Using a few droplets of Omnilium, The Body was able to purchase some bread and cheese, which The Body unceremoniously crammed down its throat as quickly as possible. Despite Nealaphh's great fascination with human minds and culture, the aesthetics of their mortal lifestyle chafed against his more ambient sensibilities. Still, the Nealaphhs would never let their own need for mental indulgence interfere with the task at hand.
Having no real information to go on, the shadows walked the smoke-kissed, balmy streets of the town, peering into minds here and there for any sort of pertinent information. Many people knew who Leto Natrian was, and that they should stay out of his way. It wasn't until The Body was casually strolling around the docks that it locked onto a mind roiling with the pirate lord's name. It was some sort of cargo book keeper for the port of Bilgewater; a frantic, hassled man who was under constant threat from smugglers and pirates to keep the records looking clean. His mind was located inside a small, ramshackle office made of aging palm wood. There was only so much that Nealaphh could glean from the man's mind without being able to make direct eye contact, however. So, being the patient sort of God-Mind, Nealaphh found a reasonably comfortable place to park The Body and waited.
It wasn't until late in the evening, when The Body had, annoyingly, become hungry again, that the book keeper cautiously exited his tiny office. The port district of Bilgewater was a a cramped and labyrinthine place, which made it easy for the Nealaphhs to track the book keeper's mind while staying far out of sight. They tracked him all the back to his meager house; a two story granite townhouse in one of Bilgewater's more modest living areas.
The Body stood in the street below, listening to the man's outer most thoughts as he went about getting ready to sleep for the night. Once the Nealaphhs were confident he wouldn't be going anyway for quite some time, they stalked off in search of more sustenance for The Body, devising a plan of infiltration...
With a reluctant sigh, The Body turned down a twisting cobblestone street lined with various stands selling produce and other token sustenance. Using a few droplets of Omnilium, The Body was able to purchase some bread and cheese, which The Body unceremoniously crammed down its throat as quickly as possible. Despite Nealaphh's great fascination with human minds and culture, the aesthetics of their mortal lifestyle chafed against his more ambient sensibilities. Still, the Nealaphhs would never let their own need for mental indulgence interfere with the task at hand.
Having no real information to go on, the shadows walked the smoke-kissed, balmy streets of the town, peering into minds here and there for any sort of pertinent information. Many people knew who Leto Natrian was, and that they should stay out of his way. It wasn't until The Body was casually strolling around the docks that it locked onto a mind roiling with the pirate lord's name. It was some sort of cargo book keeper for the port of Bilgewater; a frantic, hassled man who was under constant threat from smugglers and pirates to keep the records looking clean. His mind was located inside a small, ramshackle office made of aging palm wood. There was only so much that Nealaphh could glean from the man's mind without being able to make direct eye contact, however. So, being the patient sort of God-Mind, Nealaphh found a reasonably comfortable place to park The Body and waited.
It wasn't until late in the evening, when The Body had, annoyingly, become hungry again, that the book keeper cautiously exited his tiny office. The port district of Bilgewater was a a cramped and labyrinthine place, which made it easy for the Nealaphhs to track the book keeper's mind while staying far out of sight. They tracked him all the back to his meager house; a two story granite townhouse in one of Bilgewater's more modest living areas.
The Body stood in the street below, listening to the man's outer most thoughts as he went about getting ready to sleep for the night. Once the Nealaphhs were confident he wouldn't be going anyway for quite some time, they stalked off in search of more sustenance for The Body, devising a plan of infiltration...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued