[OPEN] No necesito dinero,

[vata]

Who: Sombra and you!
When: open catchall for May
Where: various locations across Kauto and Chioni
What: intel gathering, supply runs, aquiring allies— Sombra is getting settled into Thisavrou as actively as possible in the wake of her arrival
Warnings: NA


I: NEED MORE SCRAP

[She's resourceful. Sharp. Always has been, down to the bones. Always had to be, when growing up in Dorado meant living through ingenuity, through lies, through a merciless ability to unlock just about any closed door in her path— digital or otherwise.

She takes to those old habits like a fish to water: the landscape here might be unfamiliar, but people aren't, businesses aren't, and so far Sombra's managed to scrounge up discarded technology with little resistance. A splash of bright violet, marked with circuitry, trekking back and forth across the landscape, always with parts in tow. Spools of wiring, battered components, scorched circuits, heavy screen projectors that have long since lost the rest of their systems.

Whatever she's doing, it seems like a heavy undertaking - or at the very least a remarkably extensive one for a single, lone scavenger.]

II: DON'T BE SUSPICIOUS (for the ill hiding from decontamination)

You look like you've seen better days.

[Offhanded, casual as anything as Sombra inspects her own nails where she's settled nearby: a threat posed only by proximity and commentary. After a beat, she glances upwards purely via her peripheral vision, letting it act as punctuation.

Bright yellow-green is practically everywhere you look lately: spotting someone that isn't a walking bottle of lemon-lime soda— someone that looks tired, wan, pale— well, it's not hard to put two and two together, is it?

Then again, maybe she's wrong. Maybe this is all just an unfortunate misunderstanding...

You might want to tell her that.]

III: YOUR SHADOW

[It's like a nagging itch, that unshakable feeling of being followed, being watched. And maybe it wasn't there at first, but in the quiet lulls where bustling streets go silent— or in the open as a heavy breeze falls short of rustling the local flora— it's hard to feel like you're entirely alone. Something that's doubled in specific areas like Regions two and three of Kauto, near Jack's farm and around the footholds of tall treehouses.

It could be nothing. Plenty of people seem to have been given a multitude of powers, and the occasional echoing snip of something almost digital might be some kind of after effect of it. Someone flitting through time too quickly, a wayward spell— or something else entirely.

Still, whatever it is, it's been tailing you for a while now.]

IV: WILDCARD

[ooc: Want to combine prompts? Want something more specific? Go for it! I left most of the prompts here open to allow for leeway in terms of timelines and interactions, but I'm down for anything, and Sombra is flexible. I also have an open CR post here for direct plotting if that's easier, and I'm willing to write up direct starters for character interactions. :> ]