@blckivory and @jokerblck
“Coffee Man… you might be awfully easy to shoot up there… Though don’t worry, I’m sure neither my companion or I could hit you if we threw our shoes.”
Joker presses himself as close to the railing of the bridge as he can as he runs – he’s glad that his weapon seems to be on the bridge, not in the river itself, since swimming seems awfully tiring at this point. The drivers on the bridge are looking at him strangely but at least they aren’t trying to shoot him; he stands still for a moment, pushes his lips to the side, and stares upward. It’s above him – on the arches.
“This is ridiculous,” he grumbles, stretching his arms. Ridiculous, but nothing he can’t handle. He’s pretty sure he could get away with anything at this point. Joker wastes no time scaling the metal structure, feeling the way the slow-moving drivers have to be staring at him – he’s not about to fall, though. He isn’t here for slapstick, after all.
Well, so he says, but he loses his footing just a bit and has to catch himself mid-fall – his hands scream from the uncomfortable grip and Joker could swear his racing heart had stopped beating for a moment, there. At least he’d probably survive if he fell into the river, but…
“Coffee Man” – Joker glances down upon hearing that, blinking a few times. Why did he know that was referring to him? There are two people there who he vaguely recognizes, in different ways – the guy, the one talking to him, he’s met more recently, but he can’t put his finger on where he’s met that girl before yet. Joker huffs; “Then don’t do that,” he calls in a low tone, “your shoes are better off on your feet anyway.”
He pulls himself up with all his strength, feet connecting with the underside of the metal archway so he can flip up the rest of the way. Being superhuman, having limits that are hard to reach – it definitely has its perks. Once he’s on his feet Joker only has to reach forward a bit to grab his cylinder, wondering how someone even managed to get it up here – this sort of nonsense never ceases to amaze him.
“Hey, Royal Milk Guy,” he calls back down, leaning over the edge of his perch to look at the pair, “Catch.” And with that cavalier kind of trust that only Joker could possibly manage, he tosses his weapon gently down toward the pair so that he can properly climb off of this stupid archway that’s somehow digging into his feet through his shoes.
She doesn’t know how often she’ll be doing these if this is how all of them are meant to go. Not that she has any sense for that, that is; for an introduction to a high level mission, there were certainly no baby steps granted to someone who was as new to this as a kitten taken from its mother and relocated to a new home. How these things are meant to go and what’s expected of her ─ she knows nothing more than what’s been given on a piece of paper that said nothing truly at all, and ‘nothing’ becomes even harder to fathom when her physical discomfort alone messes with one’s head.
Speaking of physical discomfort, she’s quite sure her heart had yet to settle from the terrifying situation that was her newfound partner’s very unexpected, very illegal driving. In fact, if Ivory were to hazard a guess, her soul was truly left somewhere in the streets of Seongbuk, where the first mistake of stepping into a “borrowed” car was made ─ she’d like to have it back for more than a few seconds at a time, but the longer she stays at this man’s side, the more acquainted she feels with the concept of near death; its cold claws snatch it back from her once again.
Why can’t he stay to the sides of the road? Out of traffic? Why?
Half of her heaving has little to nothing to do with the running they’d been doing up to this point; between the drug’s side effects still in action and the miniature heart attacks she suffers at each and every turn, she nearly feels as though her true mission is to keep herself from falling over and giving up the goal entirely. Or maybe it’s her choice of company that’s slowly driving her insane, rather than these quests she’s meant to complete.
What’s this about coffee? Her head hurts.
Between a gulp of air and a shakily raised finger, there’s a number of words sharp and at the ready on her tongue that all but fall off into a pit of jumbled sounds when someone else speaks. It’s then that she looks up, the expression on her face all but a sketch of what now? as she squints, slowly putting the puzzle together.
She thinks that “Royal Milk” doesn’t quite suit the guy she’d been stuck with this past hour or so, but if there’s one thing she’d learned since that harrowing time in those storage containers, it’s that names are best left unquestioned.
“Coffee guy”, also, doesn’t seem all too steady as far as thought processes go, given the ease in which he’d just toss his weapon despite how poorly that choice of action could go. The noise she makes is one of startled distress ─ for his sake, it seems; she’d been making that sound quite often since she’d woken up ─ but it’s quickly soothed in some odd, scrambling way.
Royal Milk is good for unexpected graces, she supposes; and Coffee’s aim isn’t exactly awful. As the container smacks Royal Milk square on the head, bouncing sadly in her direction thereafter, Ivory comes to the conclusion that out of the many ways that this could’ve gone, this one was the safest and most secure. Not to mention that maybe, just maybe, Royal Milk would have some sense knocked into him now.
She’d say just as much, but time is a creeping pressure at their backs, and Ivory wants nothing more than to get to the temple and avoid even more distressing situations as soon as possible.
“I’ve got it!” she confirms, waving Coffee’s cylinder in her hand. Not an ounce of concern for Royal Milk’s skull is shown; she’s sure he’ll be fine. Given the traffic situation and the fact that, you know, they’re being hunted down, she’s not so sure if they all will be if they continue to dawdle for long.
“We know where to go from here, right?” The thought that she’d automatically assumed Coffee would now be joining them on their track to the temple crosses her mind as something presumptuous; maybe she should fix that. “I mean ─ if you’re coming too? To the Bongeunsa Temple?”
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