Freerunning Club of Keelial

[irishthor]

Characters: Shay Cormac; Open
Date: 11th through 15th April
Location: Each Sector of Keelial.
Situation: Synchronising Viewpoints and getting a better look around.
Warnings/Rating: HARDCORE PARKOUR!!!!1!1!!. But seriously, none, really, unless anyone wants to fight with the guy.

Over the weekend and the early days of next week, in any of the sectors, if anyone keen-eyed enough were to scan the public in the hours leading up to dusk, they'll notice a man wandering with the populace. I say keen-eyed, because, yes, the man is obviously not Kedan, likely a Foreigner, but... He seems to blend in so well with the people that you'd have to be paying attention. His clothing contributes; Dark-coloured leathers, red fabric... it definitely looks old-time-y... 18th Century, to be exact.

If you follow his movements, once the light disappears enough, the figure moves down an alleyway and hops up onto a rooftop, with the ease of someone perfectly used to this type of movement. Pausing to look around, the figure then heads off towards the highest point in that sector, hopping between rooftops, barely pausing unless something distracts him.

Shay needed to get a better scope of the city. He did that from as high points as he could find.

Comments

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[inkulcation]

China hadn't seen clothes like that in actual centuries.

She spotted him passing through Fire, and it was interesting that she had to take a few looks to do so; something about the man made her eyes want to skip over him. The way he carried himself, perhaps. Regardless, China did not appreciate it when oddities went unexplained, and shortly after she focused on him she made the decision to trail after him.

It was not particularly subtle; she was a tall, well-dressed woman who turned heads by simple fact of her existence, and even keeping to the edges of the streets did little to hide that. To that end, she didn't make an effort to conceal that she was following, was rather waiting to see what the man would do with that fact.

[irishthor]

Shay is not one to be overly cautious, as most people who know him would be quick to point out, however, even he can't fault the need to be a bit more aware of his surroundings. Every so often, he concentrates, his vision flashing to that of the Sense, the birthright he inherited from those who came before.

What it shows him is someone following him. Marked in a bright gold, plainer than day. Of course, she's not making it hard to not notice, as mentioned. Shay frowns slightly, but keeps going, keeps moving, before eventually ducking into his planned alleyway.

Instead of hopping onto the rooftops, though, he ducks into the shadows, waiting.

[inkulcation]

Oh, yes, a shadowy alleyway, that doesn't spell trouble at all.

China trails him that way as if there is nothing at all wrong with following a strange man into a dark alley in a large city, but she does make the concession of curling her fingers in briefly to brush against her palms. A symbol appears on each hand as she does, glowing faintly, but she continues to hold them relaxed at her sides as she turns the corner and glances around.

[irishthor]

Shay is simply leaning against a wall, making no real effort to hide, but still difficult to see. He's watching through the Eagle Vision, sees the flare of the symbol show up in a different hue of gold on the figure's hand.

"It's a tad impolite to stalk someone." He calls out, cancelling the sight so he can see normally.

[inkulcation]

"Only a tad?" China returns, almost merrily. For all that, though, her eyes narrow a bit as she focuses on him, trying to discern if it's a magical effect or simply the skill of someone long accustomed to working in the shadows. "You're quite skilled at blending in, especially in a city full of non-humans." Her accent isn't strong, but she has the sound of an Irishwoman.

[irishthor]

"Only a tad."

There's next to nothing magical about him. Shay was trained in the ways of the Assassins, he can blend in almost anywhere.

"Guess I just have one of those faces." He remarks, almost glibly. "Is that the reason you followed me?"

[inkulcation]

"It certainly wasn't your raw animal magnetism," she says, needling. He's not exactly hard on the eyes, and he's not falling all over himself when confronted with her either, which are both points in his favor, but China has other priorities right now. "No, you have me asking myself what it is you have to hide. As entertaining as it might be initially to simply watch you skulk off into the distance, it would be ultimately fruitless and thus annoying, neither of which I enjoy. Thus, here I am. Stalking."

[irishthor]

"I'll have you know that I turn many a lady's head." He sounds affronted, but it's affected to show he isn't serious. Things like wooing the ladies aren't exactly his priority.

A curious tilt of the head. "What I have to hide? That's a rather bold question, don't you think?" There's a tone of amusement to his voice. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I do like people who get to the point, but..." He folds his arms. "If I was hiding something, what makes you think I'll tell you?"

[inkulcation]

"Of course it is. I find I dislike wasting time." She smiles, a terribly radiant thing. "You'll forgive my lack of conversational grace, I hope, but small talk grows old very quickly."

She doesn't much care if he forgives her that or not, of course. It's a tactic, like any other. "You may, of course, disappear into the night and thereby confirm my suspicions that you are, shall we say, up to something; or, we may continue to bait each other until someone lets something inexcusable slip. Which do you prefer, my dear?"

[irishthor]

"Perhaps I prefer to skim the fat and get to the meat of this conversation." Shay remarks, looking slightly amused. He wasn't the best at wordplay, preferring to leave the talking to those with a bit more skill in the art, but that wasn't to say he couldn't hold his own.

China was right, however. Sometimes, things get tiresome, and he'd prefer to get on with his little "mission."

"I am not up to anything. If you notice strange behaviour, it is simply a force of habit. Besides, since when was it a bad thing to be able to blend in with the locals?"

[inkulcation]

He's mixing metaphors. China elects to let it slide.

"Only uncommon," China says thoughtfully. "For a human to be able to blend with those who are not." She's excepting vampires from this, and even they have something off about them during the day. "Most would assume it impossible, or unnecessary. Foreigners are somewhat better regarded than they were, now, but still you wish for no one to note your passage."

She'd almost believe him, though. He's the straightforward type, and as much as his behavior is suspicious, his attitude is... slightly less so.