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Jager · **08-08-2014, 08:46 PM**

She'd not have long to whisper her message, for Jager was already flexing his fingers against the stone she was currently pressed against. A couple braids had come undone during the climb, and right now they whipped and stuck against a sweaty forehead. He seemed annoyed because of it, or was it Zhavi? Perhaps the lookout halting their climb? Hell, maybe he was battle with indigestion, who honestly knew anymore? The wall was smooth and there was little to no room for any spots to dig his toes in, let alone his fingers. His own were rough and calloused, worn from years of hard labor and pulling on ropes. It was amazing he still had any feeling in them anymore.Â

Before long, he'd leave her behind, whether or not she could follow. Getting atop the spire was next to impossible, but somehow he'd managed to find the strength- and ledge- to climb to make this assassination a legitimate hope. Could he remove him? Sure, there were plenty of ways to take someone out of the picture, but to do so quietly, and in such a piss poor spot.. He was workin' some magic here. The further he shimmied along the ledge, the futher he'd leave Zhavi's line of sight. Eventually he'd hang several feet above the miquo'te with nothing but his weight and gravity's inevitable pull. The wind up here was strong, he swayed recklessly in it.

Zhavi · **08-12-2014, 03:17 PM**

Reconsidering a plan wasn't something Zhi did often, but watching Jager shimmy away. . .she slunk after him, grim and silent, and saw the way the wind battered him.

He could climb, but he wasn't as good at it as her. She could kill, but she wasn't as good at it as him. There was a problem in that, but it was too late to call him back. If she distracted him while he waited, bad things could happen.

The miqo'te wasn't looking up or down, but rather further out towards the ocean. It occurred to her, as Jager prepared to make his move, that this wasn't a lookout for someone protecting their territory, but someone waiting for a signal for something else entirely. Galine had always been a stickler for punctuality. Part of it was the show of respect to her, but part of it was that her plans were time-sensitive.

Galine knew the city's secrets as well as Zhi did. Maybe even better; she'd a network of runners at her beck and call. Chances were she knew -- or guessed -- the route Zhi would take in order to avoid being seen. She'd been extra pissy that Zhi was running a day or two behind trying to ensure the goods presently in hand made it through the Gate intact.

Zhi knew when she was supposed to ask questions, and when she wasn't supposed to. Galine thought to test her, did she? Thought to see if she'd make a mistake, and get herself killed in the process?

For a moment, even despite Jager's shaky position, Zhi was tempted to yell up at him, to deter him from making the strike. But she knew better. Even if this had been a partial set-up, there was exactly no guarantee the other miqo'te would participate in usurping Galine's plans. Hells, there was no guarantee Zhi would survive Galine's displeasure if she displeased the lalafell.

She waited, grim, and hoped he didn't drop the blaggart in such a way that the body rolled off and down. She'd be needing to look at it.

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