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[OOC: Directly after this.]

And when you look in the right place, you see.

...

Not much, in this case. Gray-brown haze mostly fills his vision. Looking up, there's more of the same with a slight glow of reddish-orange, but down...

Buildings stretch out, rooftop to rooftop with dizzyingly deep space in between. Harth frowns and lets himself drop to land on the ledge, sitting lazily down, one leg swinging.

And waits.

Date: 2006-10-27 09:07 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (pride)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
The mist seems to permeate the entire cityscape, even, when you look close enough, moving into and through the buildings as if they're not even there. In some places it's thin and barely there, in others it's thick enough to be almost opaque. And these places switch and fade and moves around fluidly.

As one of the patches of 'solid' mist disperses, it shows a figure standing on the edge of the building opposite him, a warrior standing tall, proud, and with a familiar weapon on her back.

Date: 2006-10-27 09:28 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (huh?)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
At first she doesn't appear to be looking at anything, staring into the middle distance. Then, almost indifferently, she notices him, and fixes him with an unreadable expression. Maybe friendly, maybe smug, maybe even indifferent, it's hard to tell.

Date: 2006-10-27 09:42 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (smug)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
All sorts of shapes appear and fade in the blown mist as it dances away, and many seem to be heading in the direction of the figure. Demons, girls, vampires, and some things not quite definable roar silently before disspiating away.

She tilts her head and lifts a hand, on which stands one of the shapes that didn't fade before reaching her. Then she smirks clearly.

Date: 2006-10-27 10:00 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (evil grin)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel lifts her hand to showing a miniture mist-likeness of a teenage boy, sitting on the edge of her hand, one leg swinging idly.

Bringing it to her face, she purses her lips, all the time looking straight through the figure at Harth where he sits.

With a gentle blow, she sends the smoke reeling away from her, scattering it and destroying the form, before dusting her hands to show their emptiness.

"Nothing."

Date: 2006-10-27 10:16 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (quizzical)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel tilts her head at him, blinking curiously.

Then, aimlessly, she steps forward into the gap between the buildings

Date: 2006-10-27 10:26 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (Haddyn)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel doesn't appear fussed by the fall, and glances up at hi as he gains on her.

"Are you going to catch me?" she asks. "Or hit bottom with me?"

Date: 2006-10-27 10:32 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (Haddyn)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel reaches up and closes her hand around his, gripping with strength she shouldn't have.

Or maybe he doesn't have his own.

"I'm supposed to catch you," she says.

Date: 2006-10-27 10:40 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (nosedive)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"Guess not."

And then the fall suddenly jerks as Mel stops. She has a drainpipe caught between her ankles, and swings violently down to a sudden stop, hanging freely from the grip.

Date: 2006-10-27 11:51 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (Harth and Mel)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
It must be harder than normal to make out Mel's expression in this light, if she has one. BUt her head moves at an angle, tilting sideways.

"Are you scared?"

Date: 2006-10-27 11:56 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (Harth and Mel)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"OK."

She smiles then, white teeth flashing in the shadows.

"Bye, Harth."

And she lets go.

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