@winterritter II ITS THE END OF THE WOORRLD..
It was pitch black out. Almost everywhere. ALMOST. Until Angel got to the outer wall of a makeshift town. Much better constructed now than it was a year ago. A huge lumber wall blocked her. From the other side, light and noise and laughter. Some arguements. She couldn’t make out any specifics. She could only see the glow of building lights and the top story of the biggest central building. The one that held her previous mentor and ruler of this land and many settlements nearby like it.
Huffing, she unfolds a rope from the side of her backpack, attaching a hook to the end, it made a grapplehook--one that was factory made and tweaked by her hands. Readying the trigger, she aims it above her, shooting it out and then securing it with a loud whirr followed by a CLICK.
Making sure there wasn’t anyone patroling around she begins scaling it. Which luckily only took a few minutes before she reached the top, crouching to peek over to the ground. There were no towers on this end, but there were elsewhere. She had begun to try and figure out the best way to sneak in this time when she saw a familiar face..
“ Marie.” She said--just loud enough to be within earshot. Hopefully not by anyone else. “ Marie. up here.”