CurtailedAmbrosia
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“You’ll have to stay out here Hrolf.” Kara was saying to the big dog, distracted per usual. “I don’t think the fog guys would make for good eating anyway.” She gave him a piece of jerky, resisting the urge to try and pet him. Patience!
Man she wishes she had more of that.
“Yeah, alright. That sounds solid to me.” His weapon looked lethal as hell. The fuck else did he have on him?
Kara frowned while pulling her hair back, her attention turning to his boots as she looped one elastic around a short, bright red bun at the base of her skull. Mostly, how much bigger they were than hers. “Ya gonna be able to climb this?” She says with a gesture to the wall, looping the second bun to match the first, both half hidden by the fur collar of her jacket.
There were pretty slim pickings of handholds and toeholds, if she remembered right. She’s been scaling buildings since she was a kid, but she’d always had the benefit of being light weight with small hands and feet. Two things Moray did not have. “Otherwise, I got a rope. I’m sure there’s something I can tie it to, over there.” She considers. “That’d actually be a faster idea-I throw down one end, you hold onto for me to scale down the other side easy, and then I’ll fix it and give three sharp tugs when it’s secure for you to climb up this side.”
She stepped up to the wall, fingers already lightly dusted with a bit of chalk. She carried a small bag of it around for that purpose. “The fun part.” She says cheerfully, finding the first handhold. There was a wiry strength in that petite form of hers, a surety of movement that made watching Kara climb the wall something of a study. She made short work of it too.
Crouched at the top Kara fixed the rebreather over her nose and mouth, peering over the other side before flashing him a thumbs up. Out of her backpack comes a long coil of rope, some sort of sleek, strong space-age fibers. She tossed one end down and, once he had it-would make quick work of the other side. She just plumb didn’t weigh that much.
The three quick tugs came not long after.
~*~
Kara had tied the rope tightly to support beam for an upper balcony, was keeping watch while her companion made his way over. She doesn't want either of them getting caught by surprise for damned sure.
Man she wishes she had more of that.
“Yeah, alright. That sounds solid to me.” His weapon looked lethal as hell. The fuck else did he have on him?
Kara frowned while pulling her hair back, her attention turning to his boots as she looped one elastic around a short, bright red bun at the base of her skull. Mostly, how much bigger they were than hers. “Ya gonna be able to climb this?” She says with a gesture to the wall, looping the second bun to match the first, both half hidden by the fur collar of her jacket.
There were pretty slim pickings of handholds and toeholds, if she remembered right. She’s been scaling buildings since she was a kid, but she’d always had the benefit of being light weight with small hands and feet. Two things Moray did not have. “Otherwise, I got a rope. I’m sure there’s something I can tie it to, over there.” She considers. “That’d actually be a faster idea-I throw down one end, you hold onto for me to scale down the other side easy, and then I’ll fix it and give three sharp tugs when it’s secure for you to climb up this side.”
She stepped up to the wall, fingers already lightly dusted with a bit of chalk. She carried a small bag of it around for that purpose. “The fun part.” She says cheerfully, finding the first handhold. There was a wiry strength in that petite form of hers, a surety of movement that made watching Kara climb the wall something of a study. She made short work of it too.
Crouched at the top Kara fixed the rebreather over her nose and mouth, peering over the other side before flashing him a thumbs up. Out of her backpack comes a long coil of rope, some sort of sleek, strong space-age fibers. She tossed one end down and, once he had it-would make quick work of the other side. She just plumb didn’t weigh that much.
The three quick tugs came not long after.
~*~
Kara had tied the rope tightly to support beam for an upper balcony, was keeping watch while her companion made his way over. She doesn't want either of them getting caught by surprise for damned sure.
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