Somewhere over the.... Alleys?

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka leapt along the rooftops that bordered the alleys. Her grey eyes were alive with fire. She had so much to do, and so little time to do it in. Finally jumping down, she knocked on a flimsy door in an odd pattern. Dum-da-da-da-pause-da-da-da. The door opened, and an elderly woman looked out. "Yes, my dear." "It's me, Traveller," Kaldaka identified herself as she slipped inside.

[Viktor Delacro]

"Interesting," Victor whispered, "She is just as a thought, training for assassination. Stealth, entry, cunning, what a find she is."

He waited for the door to close then stepped smartly out of the shadows of the alley to find a perspective from which he could watch her move across the city once again.

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Soon Kaldaka emerged once again from the building, a basket on her arm. What it contained nobody knew, but one could guess at something important. With a glance around, she slipped back into the alleyways. Quickly she followed a maze that would have lost many others, turning almost every time she came to one. Suddenly she scrambled up a ladder and landed on the roof, immediately lying down and peering over the edge. Nobody would be able to keep up with the pace she had set them, and even if they had, she would have been up the roof before they turned the corner. She waited, wondering whose footsteps she had heard.

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor chuckled to himself at the skill of this one. She knew how to evade a pursue, but any not an observer. He kneeled at the crease of the two story inn, watching the roofline for movement after the young one had darted into the alleys. No doubt taking a route that would dissuade pursuit.

After a few minutes a dark figure reappearred onto the rooline. He moved out.

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka stiffened as a man appeared from the shadows. She had seen his outline, but not until now could she see his face. Her face twitched slightly as she saw him, and fire leaped into her eyes. It was him. Her parents murderer, or the one who had ordered it. It was the same thing to her. She backed away from the edge of the roof and then leaped along the roof tops, following what appeared to be a random path across the roof-tops. Finally she let herself down and then darted away through the shadowed streets, slipping through shadows so deep that it was impossible to see her.

[Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire]

(ooc: am I allowed to rp to this? I'm not sure, it isn't very clearish......hmm...)

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

OOC Saphira: Sure! It's not a closed RP at all!

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor followed the girl for a few moments over the roofs, but then she stopped and the silhouette shifted slighty. This meant only one thing. He had been seen, but had she noticed who he was? Before he could think more, she darted off onto a street and was lost into the shadows.

"Damn..." muttered Viktor. Perhaps I must resume this chase later.

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka slowed down and scrambled up a roof, doubling back so that she could watch what he would do after bestowing her package somewhere safe. She was very curious sometimes, and it often got her into trouble, but she always managed to squirm out of it one way or the other.