[Action | Open | Forward-Dated to dusk] [Dusk. The lingering barrier between light and dark. Enough light to see by, but not enough so that hiding is impossible. Otoha thought of himself as someone who walked that line pretty closely - hidden and visible - but in this place... it was different.]
[He had always been warned about prison. 'You'll end up there eventually, whether you want to or not. Don't expect me to bail you out, you freak.' The man who had said those words to him was gone now. There was nothing more he could do to him.]
[Vaguely, Otoha wondered if an underwater prison could be considered a city, and if it did, did it have a will? It hadn't chosen him, so it wasn't his business, but still...]
[Even if he isn't officially part of the defense force, he can still do something to help the people here. Quietly, as dusk starts to fall in the prison, Otoha walks the streets. He isn't carrying a weapon, so it wouldn't be so out of the question for someone to wonder what the heck he's doing.]
[[ooc; Feel free to encounter him wherever, just tell me what sector. :Db]]