A. It's too cold to be outside, or she would most certainly be out. It's snowing outside the library, the flakes drifting down beyond the pane, and the woman perched in the windowsill doesn't seem to be anywhere near dressed for the weather. Her robes are light, more ornamental than practical -- some relics of a bygone era. Dark hair is impossibly long, spilling down the sill and nearly to the floor, left loose and undecorated. In her lap is a pad, and she appears to be attempting to draw . . . though it's hard to say, watching her, that she even knows how to hold a pencil. She keeps shifting her fingers, trying to find something that looks comfortable, and the scrawl that she's producing doesn't look much like anything at all.

You'll either find her trying at this or casting down her pencil in disgust, staring out at the falling snow. For anyone spiritually-inclined, she's exuding an enormous amount of spiritual presence; for anyone else, she's merely a woman -- though one who looks very out of place.

B. Sounds like the triads are at it again. They seem to have cornered a tall, pale woman in the nearby alley. Her dark eyes spear them, her voice raised in demand. Whatever she says, however, is lost on the triad members, who smirk. One sparks fire into his hands, ready to move.

The woman answers with no bending. Perhaps she doesn't have any at all.

A: The streets
[ If Lin emerging from the spirit wilds wasn't odd, she didn't know what was. She wasn't spiritual. She had no idea what she was doing in or even so close to them. She ran her hand over her face once she was free from the vines. She would like to know why she was near the vines. She was not particularly spiritual and she wasn't quite so fond of dabbling in something like spiritual matters. It was another language to her. She shook her head to try and clear the fog that felt like it was clouding her mind. She was chief of police. She couldn't stand around and question all day. She had to take care of a few things, namely her job. She was going to take the long way. She could use the time to both figure out what was going on and to make sure no one was causing trouble while she was around. ]

B: Police Station
[ Lin can be found almost anywhere near or in the station. She didn't know what happened but whatever did it threw all of the work she used to have out of whack. Things had changed. People seemed to react slightly differently to her but she was willing to chalk that up to imagination. Either way she looks like she's in a more natural state of being then she was before. She's not to back in the saddle yet but she's creeping closer. Either way she has a lot on her mind and the pacing, the work, the people all help distract from the more useless thoughts. ]

[It didn't make any sense, it was almost like she'd tripped and the company she'd had was suddenly gone, leaving her standing amidst the spirit wilds.

She was almost sure she was in the same place, but everything was wrong. There was a distinct absence of what should have been there, and a distinct presence of what shouldn't. After a few seconds of initial confusion she made the choice to retrace her steps to head back into the city -- not without taking another several minutes to remove her handcuffs of course -- to try and figure out what was going on.

Kuvira took her time getting back, careful to watch her step and not exacerbate her side anymore than she already had. She didn't know how long she walked until she finally emerged from the wilds and stepped out into the busy streets. Well it hadn't been this busy the last time she came through here either.]

This...isn't...

[Picking a direction she started to walk again, steadily attempting to collect herself more as she went, listening to the conversations of the passerby's.]

I.
After eventually finding his way to Dragonflats and managing to secure a place to stay, Jackie put away his few belongings and decided to go out and see more of this massive new city that was now his home. He made sure to make note of his address in case he got lost finding his way back and had to ask directions.

As he moved through some of the nicer areas of the city, buildings used by government officials and other impressive feats of architecture and ingenuity, Jackie had the wide eyed, gawking stare of a tourist. Before coming to Republic City, he mostly saw buildings that were two stories tall. He even saw the occasional one with three stories but nothing as grand or as breathtaking as what he saw now.

With his preoccupation with his sightseeing, he's far more likely to run into someone or stop dead in the middle of a busy sidewalk. In either case, he'll respond by apologizing profusely.


II.
"Excuse me! Oops! Sorry! Oh, sorry again!"

Jackie's running along the sidewalk as quickly as he can all while dipping, ducking, jumping and otherwise trying to avoid running into people and things as much as possible. When he'd seen the message appearing in the newspaper about jobs, he knew he had to get to the city council office as soon as possible. The message hadn't really had a lot of information but that much was clear. Hopefully, all the good jobs wouldn't be gone before he arrived out of breath.

[He'll be arriving before the actual start of the event.]