The People Starting to Climb the Walls WHO: Evie Frye & Clint Barton WHEN: Afternoon, early evening. WHERE: A rooftop in the city. WHAT: Discovering they're not the only one who hangs out on rooftops. WARNINGS: STATUS: In progress
This city was wondrous. It was beautiful in a unknown, slightly scary way. Evie had seen things that looked like a Jules novel come to life. Her welcome to the city had been interesting. She was years in the future, somewhere in the late 1990s or 2000s according to the residents' best estimations. It baffled her how such a thing was possible even though it was amazing. She would've liked to see it with Jacob or Henry. However, she was on her own something she hadn't been in years.
The map of the city was helpful but she needed to get her own feel of the city. She had found plenty of high places to study the view and layout. She rarely got this high in London and occasionally she felt her stomach lurch with vertigo that quickly went away in a rush of excitement. This place was amazing even if it was hellish and very dangerous according to miss Claire.
She pointed her rope launcher at a balcony of a very Gothic looking building and felt it catch. She lept onto the rope and climbed hand over hand to the balcony. She swung onto the ledge, yanked the rope free and it automatically coiled back into the launcher. Evie studied the wall for a moment, picking out handholds and footholds then jumped and began climbing. The building said firehouse on the front. It was bigger than any firehouse she knew and there were no horses. She hadn't seen a single horse anywhere in this city and not carriages either.
When she pulled herself over the edge and landed nimbly on her feet she did not expect to see another person this high up. Her first instinct to stab was quickly controlled. There weren't any Templars or Blighters here.
"Who are you?" she asked, holding still but ready to jump and make a quick escape if this man turned out to be one of the hostile spirits she had been warned of.