Bringing the Halberd up, it vanished in her hands with the same dim light it has arrived in, leaving her hand gloved but empty. Belle snorted after the masked man had vanished in an attempt to either leave an impression or be showy. "You can think that all you like, man." She had a job to do. Theatrics weren't going to distract her, even when they did extract a grin, not necessarily out of delight. Picking up the three pronged hook again, she re-focused quickly on her task. She had things to steal and places to be, always wanted in some sense. With her free hand she pulled her hood up, and a mask appeared on her face, presumably coming from the same place as the Halberd had come and gone too as well.
Now no man nor immoral would remember a face only too easy to remember.
Taking the hook, she spun it in elegant circles about her wrist as it twisted, building momentum in the heavy metal object against the gravity. Stepping back, she analysed, once again, the stone orifice of the building, making up one side of the dim alley that enclosed her in darkness. The night was a comforting blanket for her when she needed it to be, and a hunting ground accordingly. Tonight, however, this night, was neither one nor the other. It was still, however, fit for purpose. A purpose she gave the night long ago when she first claimed it for herself. An autonomous bidder in the sea of corrupt faces that adorned the hall of night.
The illusive she-demon launched the three-pronged metal hook into the sky. It whistled at it cut through the air it darted through, eventually finding purchase on the roof of the building. Belle tugged at the rope, making sure it was securer enough to climb. Of course it was. With chalked hands, she began to scale the rope expertly. She had done this a million times before, and no longer needed to think about what she was doing. Her goal was the roof and then on to the prize, the mask hiding her face from everyone, even those who had previously lain eyes on the succubus.
At the top of the building, the city became clearer. It's candle light defined the homes and housed the souls of the many fine people that dwell under the shadows cast at night, and cast by their candles. She stood, atop the roof, breathing in the clear, crisp air. Her target was a fine looking building. Lit from top to bottom, ebbing with wealth. She could almost touch it.
Bolting across the roofs of the city, Belle was silent. The enchanted boots, that looked themselves a burden, quieted the footfalls of the beast that clambered gracefully through the dim, a fog descending slowly on the city. Leaping from roof to roof, gaining on her target, guards around the building became ever more apparent. She could see them. Red, orange, yellow, blue hued bodies pressed again their surroundings, giving off a heat she could read. There were two on the roof, two more on the top floor. Three on the ground, and one on each roof of the four buildings that surrounded it.
"Pft. They make this too easy..."
(OOC: Sorry this took so damn long; I'll pick it up for here. If there's not a lot for you to do, just gimmie a shout, I'll write the rest of this out, and we can pick it up from there, dig?)
