Who: Sombra and Violet Parr When: Tuesday Evening Where: Red Pepper Cafe What: Match-Up! Warnings: Nothing too terrible. Sombra doesn't pester children. Much. Summary: Closed/In-Progress
With fingers and eyes on nearly any and all level of technology and security throughout Madison, Sombra's continuous flow of intel was always brimming. It had moments of amusement but things had been surprisingly dull.
The occasional squabble drifted through her filters and was filed away with an exhausted groan. The town and the Dome could drop Hell on them, but it was likely better than playing the game of normalcy. Sombra's fingers itched to dig into something, scramble and redirect messages, cause even the smallest hint of chaos in their quiet town. Her work had been on a global level in her time. A renowned hacker along with other choice words, she was not built to read romance novels and sip tea.
The former wasn't terrible, but the choice for material was beginning to grow thin.
There was little she could do, though. Little she was allowed to do. Withdrawing, transferring, and moving monetary means throughout the town was one thing. She did so quietly, without too much of a footprint, and even returned a bit in the end. Not quite Robin Hood but certainly not a terrible villain, either. Little interest with a decent payout.
What was interesting was the newest employee at the Red Pepper. Not a usual place for Sombra until now, she'd taken note of Violet after a few exchanges had gone through her filters. She had promise to be something and those were the ones that needed to be groomed to do just that. A project that Sombra was almost too eager to invest in.
"I'll have my usual," she offered, handing the menu to Violet. Sombra, naturally, had no such thing. It would keep the girl's attention, though. Enough for Sombra to have a brief exchange.