Foalan walked down the street, eyes downcast, one eye covered by the cloak's shadow, the other hidden behind raven black hair. She walked into a small tavern near the docks, The Black Pepper Chest. The bar was dimly lit, bulky men reclined in their chairs, drinking away at the bitter smelling liquid. Foalan seemed to drift over to the bar and sat in a shadowed corner. "What can I get you?" the middle-aged bartender asked. "One room and some vodka" Foalan responded, her voice sounding melodious and pure. "Are you sure you wouldn't just want some water?" the bartender asked as he slid a key across the bar to her. "I'm sure." Her voice seemed cold and a dark aura seemed to begin to form round the cloaked woman.
Foalan sipped her drink, the burning sensation she felt as the liquid slid down her throat refreshed her. Her eye snapped over to the door as it opened and she watched as a large group of pirates walked in…In matching jumpsuits? With a walking bear? Foalan blinked rapidly, then her eyes snapped over to the only man (besides the giant and the bear) who wasn't wearing a white jumpsuit. 'Trafalgar Law' she recognized his face from the bounty posters. A ghost of a smirk crossed her lips; this would be interesting to see. Many of the men in the bar quickly left when they saw the smirking face of one of the feared supernovas. The only people besides the pirate crew and Foalan were the middle-aged bartender and some drunken men in the corner that looked about ready to pass out. Foalan watched from under her cloak as the men bought rooms and then began to settle into the chairs and drink. "Noisy aren't they" Foalan mumbled as she seemed to fade into the background and maneuver her way over to the door. The cool, salty breeze ruffled her hood as she walked into an alley, "I'll just let them drink themselves stupid while we go explore they're ship." "Sound good WhiteFang?" Foalan asked to seemingly no one before a quiet bark emanated from her cloak. Foalan pulled out her small wolf from a pocket in her cloak. The black and white colored wolf stared at her intently. 'Don't get caught' the wolf stated simply before spreading it's wings and jumping into the air, growing in size as it flew into the air.
Foalan walked lazily to the docks and quickly found The Heart Pirate's sub. Smirking she walked up the gangplank onto the subs deck. She picked the lock to get inside the sub and walked down the halls quietly and carefully. Getting caught was defiantly not a good idea, Trafalgar Law was known for his cruelty. With that in mind Foalan began looking through the subs many many many many rooms. In a matter of only an hour and a half Foalan had a burlap sack on her back with food, water, and some money in it. 'And I was hoping to kill someone' Foalan thought with a smirk, Trafalgar Law wasn't the only one known for being cruel.
As she walked toward the gangplank, a voice emanated from the shadows, calm and cold, "And where do you think you are going?" the voice inquired coldly. Foalan stopped and turned around calmly. "To sleep" she stated blankly to Trafalgar Law as he stepped out of the shadows. "I'm afraid that I can't let you do that." He stated coolly. Foalan just stared at him, no expression on her face. "Penguin, Shachi, please take care of this pest." "Aye captain" two voices responded in unison. Foalan examined each man as they stepped out of the shadows. She assumed the man with the Penguin hat was… Penguin. She couldn't see his eye or hair color, but she guessed blond. Shachi was a ginger who wore sunglasses… at night… She watched as the two men got into fighting stances, she placed the sack on the ground and stood up straight. Her fight or flight instinct kicked in. Fight, Flight? Fight.