CLOSED STARTER // LONG GONE
@lonedress liked the starter call
jill valentine has always made her home in sprawling city, among spires and glass monstrosities rivalling a tower to heaven. since those years ago, however, she cannot help that unsettling sense that remains within her. eyes glance down side streets, thoughts mentally annotate a map of whatever area she finds herself in, studying entrances, exits, ways to get in and out. perhaps it's the simple instincts of a thief, or perhaps it's the response from a time where it was between knowledge and death. long avenues and claustrophobic alleyways are a sentence for a living corpse, and after running through roads paved with the flesh of the dead, she very well knows that she will not be funneled through yet another kill-zone comprised of walking, necrotizing bodies, and that she will have her escape should she need it.
isolation has been her company for the past several hours, there's very little to whom she knows. whether it was a case of a simple wrong turn, or somewhere she just entirely shouldn't be, there is no difference whilst she remains. she cannot help but feel as if she is the one out of place here, a place she does not recognize in its whole, though there is more to be found and it's more evident than anything else.
cordiality is hard fought, but integral to the workings of finding out just exactly what's going on and where exactly valentine finds herself. it's the clicking of heels that does it for her, the agent's steps slow, then cease, vibrant blue drifting up and to one of the roofs that make up the street. a difficult climb unless you were determined enough, yet there stands yet another ghost, one that does not haunt her but one she is aware of to an extent. after all, she'd coordinated the operation that had led to her supposed death, thanks to the two she had directed around the city of lanshiang, but as always, corpses find it terribly easy to follow the path of reanimation and death is not always as static as people can hope.
ada wong is as famous among her line of work just as much as she is. they had never interacted directly, no, they were always separate just enough for that to ever happen, but she knew of her and valentine was sure the spy knew the same. the sky is clear and the night falls quick and long, casting shadow over an observing spectre, and the agent's eyes study her for several long moments. unpredictability abounds, there is no guarantee as to what either will do, but valentine can find something in her own adaptability and a shared curiosity.
"never far from the action, huh?"
