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[withmeinparadise]

WHO: sam drake, beth greene, laura kint, & YOU
WHAT: open post to try and get back into the groove. starters in comments, hmu for something custom.
WHEN: post-modplot, generally in august
WHERE: the gallows, kirkwall
NOTES: tbd

Comments

[armd]

Laura moves akin to a shadow. She curls up, out of the darkness and into the space between them, and she's shorter than Abby but she's much sterner. Abby almost wants to take a step back from her, but she holds, both her position and the eye contact.

"Okay." She wants Laura to know she's serious. Abby doesn't know her, they've only just met. Of course she isn't going to fuck up– whatever this is. Interrupted murder attempt, is what she's guessing, as she's just registered that the body lying behind them on the stone is, in fact, breathing.

"Don't worry. I won't say anything." Who would she tell?

[justashotaway]

The list of potential recipients of this particular bit of intelligence seems long to her. Commander Flint. Anyone in the City Guard. Everyone she counts as friends. Anyone who might want to denounce Riftwatch.

"Thank you." Laura glances back at the body of the mugger, lying prone in the alley. She did nothing to make him more comfortable. People who attack women in dark sidestreets should wake up sore. "We should go. Where are you going?"

This alley couldn't've been Abby's destination. Wherever it is, they can go together, and Laura can blend into the rest of the night.

[armd]

Look, Abby of all people understands having secret beef, so even though she raises an eyebrow at the body as Laura draws attention to it, she doesn't say anything beyond that.

"It's nothing." Apparently, they're becoming a group. Abby jerks her chin up the alleyway, and starts moving again, wholly expecting Laura to fall into step behind. "I was actually heading back to the Gallows, unless you know a good place to stop around here. Been exploring today."

Its been good. She feels a little more secure in her surroundings, now that she's essentially cased the joint.

[justashotaway]

Laura considers this as they walk. There are places she likes that are closed by now - most of them, in fact. But she's found a few taverns that appeal to her, and most of those are still serving drinks at this hour.

"Do you want to eat food, or just drink something?" she asks, after thinking through the options.

[armd]

"Eat." She doesn't drink very frequently, but she would probably indulge if Laura did.

"... This place is a lot bigger than I thought it was. Kinda thought I'd be back by now, but I got lost a few times."

[justashotaway]

"I used to get lost," Laura tells her, because this seems like an opportunity to sympathize. They take a right, decidedly not through an alleyway. "If you cannot find your way, go toward the smell of fish. Going back to the Gallows is easier from the docks."

[armd]

"Thanks." That's really helpful. Abby's going to file that away for later. She's trying to memorise where they're going right now but it's difficult, because this place is like a maze. A lot of it looks the same to her.

"Where we headed?"