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you were a demon to me (open)
WHO: Hanzo Shimada and you!
WHAT: Summary of content
WHEN: Over the week
WHERE: Kirkwall, all over
NOTES: N/A at the moment!
WHAT: Summary of content
WHEN: Over the week
WHERE: Kirkwall, all over
NOTES: N/A at the moment!
HIGHTOWN
[ At night, the hours dwindling away into the budding dawn, a figure appears to move throughout Kirkwall, his time spent scouting along the top of Kirkwall. It's almost as if he is on guard, somehow. He's silent, stalking along whatever walls and tiles he can manage to get a grip on to make his way across the city. For the most part, he doesn't duck down into the streets or around where people might be able to interact with him; he's trying to plot out escape routes, trying to make sure he knows where he is and what he's doing, making sure he knows the lay of the land.
Sometimes, there is no grip nor a wall for him to clamber up and that's when he drops down to street level, the armour on his legs making his fall silent as he slips through the darkness, ribbon moving behind him. He seems to do his best to keep to the shadows, but anyone watching may well pick him out, especially in the brighter, more populated areas of the towns.
Recognising the strengths of scouting Hightown over Lowtown - with high buildings and places to duck and cover - Hanzo spends some hours moving along, as if learning routes, learning places, discovering things that might be useful to him in the future. There doesn't appear to be any true purpose to his climbing and wandering, but to those with a keen eye or sharp senses his presence is easy enough to note. ]
LOWTOWN
[ When the day ends and Hanzo isn't making his way across the tops of Hightown, he slips away somewhere quieter, through the streets of Lowtown to a back tavern. It's not a hidden place by any means, but it's quieter than the more populated areas. It's more to Hanzo's tastes, slipping away into quieter spaces, moving in plain sight, pretending as though he does not feel the eyes of the populace on him wherever he goes. No matter how much time he spends with the Inquisition or how long he has worked with their forces he still feels somewhat of an outcast; he is not from Ferelden, not of the Marches, not something they can respect.
It would be worse if he admitted his talents in magic, though most assume that, too. It's difficult to remove magic from a man so clearly from Tevinter.
Inside the small tavern he sits in a corner with his eyes on the door; the people staffing the place seem to know him well enough and he has a usual drink that sits in front of him. After half an hour, watching and waiting, he stops and draws out a book, beginning to flick through and start to make notes. ]
(FORMER) MAGES TOWER/WILDCARD
[ When he returns from his walks and his drinking it is usually later at night, but Hanzo is just as stealthy as he goes. It's rare that he returns with a wobble in his step, but he can often be caught travelling from Lowtown to his room or the depths of Hightown away and up to the Gallows. Anyone is free to encouter him along the way, certainly since he usually has one hand on his bow ready at all times. ]
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Slowly, not letting his eyes slip away from the other man, Hanzo bows.
"I would move before they shot me." His lips twitch. "But I will heed the warning all the same."
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James bowed gravely in turn, before he smirked faintly, then whistled to Interceptor, as they moved in the direction they had originally come. He said over his shoulder, "I highly recommend moving fast, then."