[i]Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap[/i], the sound reverberated and danced across the city being called to sources of darkness like a fly to a lamp. It floated across open streets and along dark alleyways, up through the gutters and down the windowsill. Soon it left the Central District and found itself heading towards the sounds of waves crashing against the dock, the sounds of heavy ships blowing their horns and the drunken curses of sailors. It passed through the Market bouncing and refracting off of pots, pans, clocks, jewelry and other consumable. Soon it found itself among the abandoned warehouses where not a soul dwells expect for those seeking refuge from the world in long forgotten memories. It soared and laughed giddily as it climbed up the tallest remaining warehouses where a young woman sat alone watching the ebb and flow of the sea.

She had been called several things over the years but in the current moment she was known as Specter. The name was befitting to her beside the obvious reason for her so called [i]gift[/i]. A specter, ghost, wisp, fragment those were all easy comparisons one could make to the petite girl looking as a strong breeze from the bay could shatter her into a million pieces. The only thing that might of made you question for a moment was the gargantuan sword that sat next to her. For the weapon certainly could not have been her’s or else merely hefting it would tear her muscles to pieces would it not? 

No one was around to ponder these questions though of course. No she was alone to her own thoughts and that was just the way she wanted it. She found that the closer she got to the sky  above the less the voices would speak out whispering the foul deeds and requests. The spirits the still mingled around the area would sometimes join her and they could be alone together; she liked the spirits of the fisherman and the sailors they seemed to accept their fate at the cruel hands of the sea much easier than say those would died of disease or under the deviance of a knife. From up there she could look out onto the harbor and here crashing waves that reminded her of a long forgotten place that felt like home. 

It was in this time of meditation and recollection that the tapping reached her ears. Her eyes opened as her ears acting like acutely aware radar dishes listened to the rhythm. [I]Blade  Dancer[/i]. It seemed he had run into a problem of sorts as he always ended up. She looked up at the sky quizzically as she listened again trying to pick anything else up. [i]Safety....[/i], Blade Dancer had stormed into the most well guarded prison in all of Penumbra. She laughed a small quiet whisper of joy as she mused to herself [I]I almost feel bad for the guards it is a little unfair isn’t it?[/I]

None the less she was not one to refuse another Hunter’s call to aid and so she rose to her feet. Specter rolled her head in a big circle releasing the tension in her neck before reaching down and grabbing Faux restrapping it to her back. She was certainly an odd sight, the pale light of the early evening silhouetting her body as her sword practically brushed against the ground. She looked like a child trying to play the role of the hero. Specter looked with one more parting gaze towards the bay before she turned away from the comforting smell of open water and towards the towering colossus that was Penumbra.

She reached Central in little time as she leaped across rooftops in bounds, a ghost among the shingles. As she pushed further and further into the city the darkness grew its chanting becoming louder in her ears. The Plague had changed the city and the closer you got to Penumbra’s center the greater who could feel its lasting dark scars. She found herself nearing the Prison and so she whispered to herself gently; the words that were spoken were old and forgotten by most men as she allowed the darkness to morph around her making her invisible to the naked eye.

She landed on a roof overlooking the prison and began to take in the area around here. An officer was on the roof with her, a large rifle in his hand as he oversaw the area looking for any movement. Beneath them the rest had begun to make a perimeter around Safety as infiltration teams had begun to set up to the storm the building. Specter had to give them credit they did act fast when time was needed. She remembered some tidbits of information she had heard about the cathedral of iron and stone, the arc stone defense system. She would need to acquire a gaoler’s insignia, looking upon the other officer on the roof and she knew what she had to do.

She approached the man quickly and in one swift motion wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled back. The two were now in a sitting position the man making horrible gurgling sounds as he fought against his assailant’s terrible strength. Specter hummed a soft lullaby to herself easily repealing the men's advances to break free as she waited. Eventually the man’s closed and his breathing slowed. [i]There was no need to create more bodies than one needed to[/i], she thought to herself as she pulled the man away from the edge of the roof. Looking down she ruffled her hands through the man’s pockets searching for something, soon cold metal pressed against her fingers and out she pulled a gaoler’s insignia. 

Specter took a deep breath collecting herself once more her hands still shaking with a slight tremor. She breathed out feeling her diaphragm relax before letting the darkness take her once more. The voices hiding in the dark grew in strength as they called out to her but she remained focus not letting them drag her mind away. She jumped off the building landing on the street below. She danced through the crowd of officers, a gust of wind among their frames as even those that looked her way saw nothing at all. She passed through the first checkpoint outside of Safety, before slipping in casually through the front door. Looking around she listened for where the most sounds of struggle and protest came from. 

[i]“Well... into the breach.”[/i] Specter whispered to herself as she pushed deeper into Safety heading towards Blade Dancer’s last known location.