Ash ran across the rooftops. It was late afternoon, just a little after the afternoon's rest was over and the sun not beating overhead. The heat was still unbearable, though thankfully his runner's clothes were airy and his body protected. He had never thought of it, but wearing long sleeves was more of an advantage than a disadvantage. However, he rather envied the natives for their light and minimal clothing. That was a luxury he wasn't allowed. Not while on the job.
He had checked in the office that morning. He carried a couple of letters and packages from Serendipity in a knacksack. Some of them were letters from family and others more serious, business affairs. Since noon had been quickly approaching, he was allowed a nap before going back on the job.
Grocer with the sign of a fruit tree.
Ash jumped down from the rooftop with grace and skill. A few yelled in alarm and backed up, but most just kept on walking. His colors betrayed his identity; the city was used to the Runners and their unusual methods of transportation. As long as they didn't cause harm, they went virtually unnoticed. As Ash walked across the street, he bumped into a woman. She was a foreigner, just like himself.
"Sorry," he said, with a confused frown.
Was she wearing metal under her clothes? It wasn't armor, for it wasn't constant. Rather, like a pattern, popping up... She carried weapons. Well, it wasn't his business.
"Good day," he muttered as he walked past her and into the shop.
He had a job to do, too.
OOC: so she wanted to blend in but then decided to scratch that and look like a newcomer? I'm assuming that the daggers are hidden on her body still, despite the change of clothes, though i can change that ^.^;
