i was waiting in the getaway car

[resought]

WHO: Evie Frye and semi-open.
WHAT: Evie builds herself a reputation by doing various things in the refugee and force camps whilst she gets a feel for the place.
WHEN: Mid to late Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Catch-all for ~various things~. This is mostly here to explain what she has been doing before she goes to harass various Seeker parties and officially joins the Inquisition, SO. Starters below for interested parties! If you'd like to do something, either PM me or use this plurk and I'll add one for you.

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This is a bad choice. This is a really really bad decision on your part, Kitty. You have made a huge mistake.

The thing was: when Kitty said she was a good climber, she really meant - well. Not this. She meant climbing into windows. Onto rooftops. Down chimneys. The standard work of a thief. But then that challenge had been issued, and instead of saying, Oh, ha ha, no, you misunderstood, Khalena "idiot" Jonos had assured this mysterious whoever that yes of course she could do this. No problem. She absolutely was equal to scrambling up a tower like a fool as the wind buffeted her and her fingers ached and froze and her eyes teared up from the cold and she thought all the while of how huge the sky was and how it looked like it was about to swallow her up in some great gulp. But she was already halfway up. She could hardly see down, and she felt as though to retreat at that point would be going blind. So: no. She continued on, if for no other purpose than to get to the top and survey a good path down.

And she told herself that it was no different from climbing to the third story of a house to slip in through the window. It was just...colder. And potentially deadlier. But just like that, you had to keep your concentration - don't think about the job ahead, just think about your next handhold. Don't think about the deadly fall below, or the terror of the sky above; just think of each step in sequence.

It took her a long time to climb. A very, very long time. But eventually, step by step, she found herself at the top, slithering over the edge to lay face-down on something solid.

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When she does reach the top, she's not alone.

Evie's there, crouched down near the edge, her hands pressed against either side of her chin as she watches that last tiny bit of progress. She could assist with that final crawl, but she wouldn't want all that hard work to go to waste by her being surprised that the mysterious Jenny figure was grabbing her arm all of a sudden. Instead, she just smiles. Grins, really. Ever so slightly charmed. No expert, but had gone on ahead and done it anyway.

Okay so that's also somewhat idiotic because what if she had fallen, what kind of plan is that, but she'll let that one go for today.

"I wondered for a moment if you would indeed make it," she voices aloud, once she's quite certain that Kitty's made the spot beside her her new resting place. "But here you are. I'm impressed."

Genuinely. She'd spotted her easily enough and knew it was likely her challenged, as dwarves were not known for their wall scaling abilities nor want to do so. The young dwarva in question knew what she was supposed to do, certainly, but the climb was slow. Not agonising; Evie had seen worse. True, she'd made it here a good ten minutes before Kitty finished her ascent, circling her way round her and up her more favoured path, but still - it was good timing, all considered.

Evie untucks her hand from around her chin to retrieve a pouch from her waist. She sloshes it for effect as she places it down. Water.

[rathercommon]

Kitty is intermittently prideful. When she's facing down enemies, she stays upright and defiant to the last, staring them down and refusing to crumble. Right now, though, facing someone giving her the kindness water, and with her arms and legs shaking from mingled exhaustion and nerves, both fading away - she pushes herself up enough to slip around to be sitting on her rear rather than laying prone on the high tower, but doesn't stand. Hell, it's not like standing gives her that much of a height advantage anyways - so who cares?

She looks upwards as she tips the water into her mouth. The Jenny, it seems, is a girl not so much older than Kitty herself, by the looks of it. Human. Quite pretty, really, though not in a soft way. Kitty expects that she'd have liked her even if she'd met her face-to-face on the ground, without the foreknowledge that she's a political radical and rebel.

"I do hope you're the person I'm meeting," Kitty replies, scooting back to put her back against the edge of the tower. "Because I have been wondering all this time if this was just a very cruel practical joke." Another slosh of water. She swallows and wipes her mouth. "Of course, if it was, and you're not the person I'm meeting, then I hope you're at least a good conversationalist."