1.1 The Bureau of Investigation, November 5th, 1908
Ms. Sanderson, proper British lady, stood ramrod straight using her umbrella like a walking cane. Looking at her one might glimpse strands of her red hair kept piled on her head beneath a bowler hat. Her dress, which covered her throate to the tops of her feet which are encased laced boots, was a muted brown. She wore brown leather gloves and a warm coat, though the long article seemed more made for a man, and it too was a dark muted brown. Her face is half hidden behind a lace veil, which matched the black color of her hat. She is as tall as the average man, and muscular but still feminine. Her blue eyes move this way and that, following those she thought a threat. Her hands are folded atop the hook handle of her umbrella. She carried only one piece of luggage, a dark black duck bag, the kind used two hundedred years ago by British Naval and Marine soldiers. Her lips are together, she shows no emotion, and her chin is slightly up, as was any English woman.
Though still veiled her eyes do move about, taking in the others. They seemed to be almost exclusively men. Well that’s one point for me, I don’t mind being surrounded by men. Then she closed her eyes and focused on her other senses. She let the sounds others made bounce off of walls, flesh, clothing, etc and she used this to form a map in her mind, a map of every single suface in the room, of surfaces outside the room that the sound touched and returned to her as echoes. She focused on her sense for danger, on the way her mind could pick up on subtle things and translate them to an intuition, a warning that she was in danger. When she opened her eyes again she knew much more than before.
17:09, Today: Ms. Sanderson rolled 72 using 1d100. Sonar - learning things others cannot.
17:09, Today: Ms. Sanderson rolled 80 using 1d100. Danger sense - is everything safe in here?
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