Characters: Naoto Fuyumine, Pip Bernadette
Content: No good Naoto is up to her usual coercing for information, maybe she'll find more luck with the French? Oui? :(
Setting: Pip's quarters.
Time: Early evening, I'm assuming? Shortly after his post, for sure.
Warnings: None so far, possible aggression if there is resistance. >:o
Naoto was quick to pick her sword from the side of her bed and slide out of her room, closing the door quietly as she stepped into the hallways. Luckily his room wasn't too far from hers, however that was probably the farthest thing on her mind.
Clicking the strap of the case over her shoulder into its usual position, she made her way down the narrow pathway and took the necessary turns as the hallways led her around the ship. She wasn't particularly hopeful about what he had to tell her, since not only was he discovered to be a traitor (or better put, a spy) but the last helpful hint about Fuyumine or the origins of her blade that she was able to find were with Heihachi, and then only once more in Trewe.
She sighed softly, pausing to mutter bitterly to herself as she finally stopped at the front of his door.
"..what makes this time any different?"
Blinking slowly, she raised a hand and knocked once on the door, a strong resounding knock that was sure to stir him.
Although her expectations weren't high, she readied herself for whatever he might have to say. Any information was better than none, and with what he told her about his occupation and job, the possibility of finding something new tonight flickered within her.