04-09-2016, 04:37 PM
The buildings that surrounded her were white, tan, sand, wood, and cream colored. They stood a couple floors high at most, and decorative flags and banners flew in the wind, announcing what faction the place supported. Or was it the nobles the supported? Ash hadn't taken the time to research which of the options the flags stood for. Potted plants swung dangerous on hooks and chains above, one link away from crashing onto someone's head.
However the tiefling's attention was not above her, but what else was on street level, her level. As easily as it would be to get high up on the buildings in just leaps and a bound, her goal was to remain unnoticed and unseen. Making a big fuss over a disturbingly colored girl jumping up buildings was not the way to do this. She made a quick observation of a narrow alley across from the blanket her target had stopped to chat at.
She worried it would be out of hearing range for her, but decided it was best to stay out of sight than hear what they had to say. Besides, she had a knack for reading lips. Abandoning her advantage point in the crowd, she pushed through the fevered bodies and into the nook made by the two buildings.
Instantly she felt a hundred percent better. As soon as she stepped out of the crowd, she could feel the sweltering heat blown away by a breeze coming through the cracks of the city. It whipped her cloak and shirt tails about, and very nearly her hood, but her gloved hand clutched the cowl before it could be thrown off and reveal what she was. Her tail had also been swept up by the gust, but she allowed it to flutter around like an attached ribbon. No one seemed to notice, at least not openly. She slid into the alley and put her back to the wind, and her hips against the barrel randomly placed there by who ever had moved it.
She could see her target still whispering to the merchant. But their heads moved an awful lot, and the mass of people pushed past them like the roaring river they have become. But she watches as they trade some gold pieces and a parcel before the man moves on. She cursed. Not only did she not hear what they had said, or for that matter seen, but now he was moving again. And after she was starting to feel less melted. Now he also had a package. But was that even important? It could have just been a cover up. A mere piece of gold or two to keep up appearances of the merchant.
She sighed, and began to look around again. It would be far easier to follow this guy from above. But it would be difficult to hide her looming shadow with the sun so high as she jumped each hurtle that was made by each building's togetherness. Especially at high noon. She cocked her head with annoyance, her black hair falling loosely across her face. She had to think.. As little as she liked to do of that, it was probably a good idea.
It was then that she spotted a grate in the side of the street, as curious as it was to see a working sewage in this era, she ignored it. She didn't have time to think about meaningless things while her target got away, so she clutched her hood once more and stepped back into the crowd. Letting the humans press up against her because she had no other choice while being incognito. She only wished that if he was going to do something illegal that he do it fucking soon, because she didn't like wasting time on such trivial things, and side quests that distracted her from her main objective was trivial even in the best of lights.
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The sun was setting in sky by the time Ash followed the brother into the questionable district. There were far less people, and far more shadows gliding along the city's walls. She was one of those, and on more than one occasion she silently passed another cloaked figure. Whatever kind of person was under the opposite hood in that situation was either distracted with their own mark, or had the same thought as her: 'If you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours.' But each time they approached her, she brought her hand to the hilt of The Quill at her thigh and waited for him or her to make their move first. Again, there seemed to be a mutual respect for other roguish figures in this part of the city, an honor among thieves if you will, and the other figure rarely made a move on her.
However, her mark was another story. Between thuggish brutes, and sticky fingers, he had been pushed around a little and even the parcel he had bought had been snatched from his waist. He either didn't notice right away, or didn't care. Ash only made a note of the thief, but didn't see any point in running him down and taking what he had until it became relevant. So for now, she let him dash out of sight down a musky alley.
Shortly after the theft, however, the man's attitude changed. Not because he found himself robbed of a valuable item, but because he was more comfortable. And his comfortable personality was an asshole. He smacked a woman out of his way because she was begging for coin, and called her a whore. He began to walk with anger in his shoulders, his arms out stiffly and balled up fists, his steps were fast and hard, and he appeared intimidating. Not for Ash.. She just rolled her eyes at it, and kept following him.
Until following him became impossible. He stopped outside an alley that was brightly lit all the way to the dead end, his intimidating shadow upon the wall as he vanished down below. Before that, however, he had talked to a bulky man that would put many of the club bouncer's she'd seen to shame. He had a shaved and tattooed head, a our look on his face, dark skin, and glaring eyes. He wore puffy pants, pointed shoes, and a straight black vest, not to mention the large scimitar at his hip. He was three heads taller than Ash herself, and a wall of bulging muscles. She had her work cut out for her..
She was trying to think of a way to spy on what was going on, or how to get past him. He didn't seem to be the type that was impressed by a pretty face. And even if he was, her's was full of metal and scars, not exactly the flirty type. Unless he liked a girl with just a little more hair than him, and a bit more horny than him. Beyond that, she wasn't much to look at. Okay.. Actually she was. Especially in Camelot. Still, Ash guessed he liked girls with a bigger bust, more ass, and a lot less sass.
However the tiefling's attention was not above her, but what else was on street level, her level. As easily as it would be to get high up on the buildings in just leaps and a bound, her goal was to remain unnoticed and unseen. Making a big fuss over a disturbingly colored girl jumping up buildings was not the way to do this. She made a quick observation of a narrow alley across from the blanket her target had stopped to chat at.
She worried it would be out of hearing range for her, but decided it was best to stay out of sight than hear what they had to say. Besides, she had a knack for reading lips. Abandoning her advantage point in the crowd, she pushed through the fevered bodies and into the nook made by the two buildings.
Instantly she felt a hundred percent better. As soon as she stepped out of the crowd, she could feel the sweltering heat blown away by a breeze coming through the cracks of the city. It whipped her cloak and shirt tails about, and very nearly her hood, but her gloved hand clutched the cowl before it could be thrown off and reveal what she was. Her tail had also been swept up by the gust, but she allowed it to flutter around like an attached ribbon. No one seemed to notice, at least not openly. She slid into the alley and put her back to the wind, and her hips against the barrel randomly placed there by who ever had moved it.
She could see her target still whispering to the merchant. But their heads moved an awful lot, and the mass of people pushed past them like the roaring river they have become. But she watches as they trade some gold pieces and a parcel before the man moves on. She cursed. Not only did she not hear what they had said, or for that matter seen, but now he was moving again. And after she was starting to feel less melted. Now he also had a package. But was that even important? It could have just been a cover up. A mere piece of gold or two to keep up appearances of the merchant.
She sighed, and began to look around again. It would be far easier to follow this guy from above. But it would be difficult to hide her looming shadow with the sun so high as she jumped each hurtle that was made by each building's togetherness. Especially at high noon. She cocked her head with annoyance, her black hair falling loosely across her face. She had to think.. As little as she liked to do of that, it was probably a good idea.
It was then that she spotted a grate in the side of the street, as curious as it was to see a working sewage in this era, she ignored it. She didn't have time to think about meaningless things while her target got away, so she clutched her hood once more and stepped back into the crowd. Letting the humans press up against her because she had no other choice while being incognito. She only wished that if he was going to do something illegal that he do it fucking soon, because she didn't like wasting time on such trivial things, and side quests that distracted her from her main objective was trivial even in the best of lights.
---
The sun was setting in sky by the time Ash followed the brother into the questionable district. There were far less people, and far more shadows gliding along the city's walls. She was one of those, and on more than one occasion she silently passed another cloaked figure. Whatever kind of person was under the opposite hood in that situation was either distracted with their own mark, or had the same thought as her: 'If you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours.' But each time they approached her, she brought her hand to the hilt of The Quill at her thigh and waited for him or her to make their move first. Again, there seemed to be a mutual respect for other roguish figures in this part of the city, an honor among thieves if you will, and the other figure rarely made a move on her.
However, her mark was another story. Between thuggish brutes, and sticky fingers, he had been pushed around a little and even the parcel he had bought had been snatched from his waist. He either didn't notice right away, or didn't care. Ash only made a note of the thief, but didn't see any point in running him down and taking what he had until it became relevant. So for now, she let him dash out of sight down a musky alley.
Shortly after the theft, however, the man's attitude changed. Not because he found himself robbed of a valuable item, but because he was more comfortable. And his comfortable personality was an asshole. He smacked a woman out of his way because she was begging for coin, and called her a whore. He began to walk with anger in his shoulders, his arms out stiffly and balled up fists, his steps were fast and hard, and he appeared intimidating. Not for Ash.. She just rolled her eyes at it, and kept following him.
Until following him became impossible. He stopped outside an alley that was brightly lit all the way to the dead end, his intimidating shadow upon the wall as he vanished down below. Before that, however, he had talked to a bulky man that would put many of the club bouncer's she'd seen to shame. He had a shaved and tattooed head, a our look on his face, dark skin, and glaring eyes. He wore puffy pants, pointed shoes, and a straight black vest, not to mention the large scimitar at his hip. He was three heads taller than Ash herself, and a wall of bulging muscles. She had her work cut out for her..
She was trying to think of a way to spy on what was going on, or how to get past him. He didn't seem to be the type that was impressed by a pretty face. And even if he was, her's was full of metal and scars, not exactly the flirty type. Unless he liked a girl with just a little more hair than him, and a bit more horny than him. Beyond that, she wasn't much to look at. Okay.. Actually she was. Especially in Camelot. Still, Ash guessed he liked girls with a bigger bust, more ass, and a lot less sass.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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