<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Shae, Dara, Elijah<br/><strong>Content:</strong>There They Are<br/><br/>"Clothes, a car, that sounds good," Kumiho offered in reply to Elijah.  "I'm afraid I've got basically nothing to wear here, other than a jacket," Kumiho kicked around a pile of magazines and pulled out a small tan denim jacket.  "I make my own, so," she explained, gesturing at her body, which was quite noticeably now wearing a different outfit.<br/><br/>"No way of getting out of the city at this moment, that's what they'll be looking for," Kumiho mused out loud.  She could have gotten away, sure, but she didn't trust any rudimentary disguise to get these girls out unseen.  "So you'll need a safe place here."  Kumi looked up at the ceiling, mulling through the possibilities.  Seattle wasn't a frequent haunt of hers, but she knew a fellow ... the northwest, well, the whole west, seemed to be his thing.  Kumi was pretty sure any port on the West Coast probably had a bit of his criminal enterprise holed up in it, which meant probably a safehouse.<br/><br/>"I know a guy," Kumiho offered, pulling out her phone.  "I'm betting he has a place in the city that would be safe to hide out in.  Unless you've got a better plan, I'll call him, get the details and you can stash away there."  Kumiho held the phone at the ready, though at this point how things went down didn't matter all that much.  She'd done what she had hoped to do, got the Evolved out of the trap.  At this point their decisions, dumb or great, were their own.