<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First Meetings<br/><br/>Kumiho stepped behind someone in the crowd, blocking the view between Max and he, and shifted form.  A dozen feet further on and the same, rinse and repeat.  By the time he was half a block away he was several forms from that of the waitress and none the wiser.  The blood was pumping in his head, or hers rather, as Kumi now looked like an older Czech woman, dressed in drab work clothes.  Stopping to lean against a bus stop shelter, Kumi glanced back the way she had come.  She had been moving with too much purpose and panic to hear Max's call, but after a moment of observation realized that the man was still sitting at the table, eating and drinking, seeming none the worse for wear.<br/><br/>It wasn't what Kumi had expected.  She eyed the crowd in every direction, wondering if he had compatriots who were hunting her as he sat and relaxed.  But nothing seemed out of sort.  It just didn't seem likely.<br/><br/>So what was the case?  Kumiho was now more curious than worried, and made her way a bit closer to the eatery to have a good view of Max.  Sitting on a bench and stretching her pudgy legs out, Kumi watched Max eat.  If he was in fact not Tac 6 or something of the sort, how had he known who Kumi was?  Why would he know, yet not care if Kumiho slipped away.  Kumi resolved to follow the fellow at a safe distance, and see what exactly it was the man was up to in Prague.