A dangerous game [ locked to bladeinthecrowd]

[starterkid]

Ten had been testing herself. There was a whole city in the Nexus. To her it didn't fit what she knew of cities. Oxen helping to drag carts and filth she didn't want to identfy on the ground. It didn't quite bother her though because she was testing her agilty by running and jumping from roof top to roof top. It was easy due to how close together

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[bladeinthecrowd]

Altaïr spotted the unusual person on a nearby rooftop and instantly became curious. He had felt the familiar tingle when he was suddenly teleported into the Nexus some time ago, and was milling about restlessly, noting how close this particular section of the Nexus was to his own world. He knew by a simple glance, though, that this other person did not fit into this place

[starterkid]

Ten was running on a bit of adrenaline right now. She could just take her time and sneak on through but she wasn't. She should know better. Not slipping through the crowd was giving her away. She knew it

[bladeinthecrowd]

Altaïr had no trouble concealing himself in the corner's bend, ducking into shadow even before Ten herself completely disappeared. He watched her eye the crowd below her, analyzing the men walking beneath her. She was good, but he had simply been doing this longer. And he had another advantage, too: the area, while not his own world, was so very similar and therefore seemingly familiar to him.

When the girl moved off to take to the rooftops once more, the Assassin wondered how long he should keep up this game as he quickly found another spot to climb up and then tracked his way back to her. He seemed content to let it play out forever at this rate. He kept a close eye on her from above--why was it that hardly anyone ever thought to look up?--on a perch hanging precariously over the market area she watched. He glanced at the fountain and then back to her. He kept a keen eye on her, apparently content so long as she kept still.

[starterkid]

Ten would be a little grumpy he had been able to follow her. She might question him about it latter. But now her eyes are darting back and fourth trying to understand why people were doing what they did.

She moved to get up to a higher vantage point and saw him. An eyebrow goes up in interest. She peers carefully then gives him a nod before dashing off like a tiny monkey. Well a monkey that sticks to the shadows.

This normally would end with her finding a new hiding spot. But she mis-steped and ended up on a pile of hay with a horse staring at her. She gives a started noise when the horse moves over and playfully head butts her.

"Stop that," she tried to order then groans when the stolen robes get tugged at. Great the giant beast wants attention. She would rather be up on the next roof. But the beast is in her FACE.