204/The Nighted City From Above

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**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
The Nighted City's as it usually is: dark, shaded and dark, but bustling. Slews of people travel the streets, visiting all manner of strange places...

    But at least one person's not a part of that.

    One young woman sure stands out, provided one's view isn't from the streets. She's perched on a four-story building's sloping roof, straddling a protruding window. Of all things to be doing from such a vantage, she's jotting something down in a small book. Well... maybe that isn't so strange...

    The great white wings that guard her back from drafty wind and make the writing easier though, they're sure something.

    "So if it took that long to reach here by Stormwinds and the distance was..." Mumble mumble, mumble. Seems she's doing math, among other things!

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
Flying high above the city of Champoor, Raining Heaven's Judgement was about to go sit on one of his favorite perches when he saw that it was suprisingly already occupied. He let himselft descent, flaring his equally white wings to slow his fall. Landing with a graceful step, he smiled, it had been long since he had spoken with another of the air folk.
    "Why, hello, my name is Raining Heaven's Judgement, and I see you have a good eye for the best perches."

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
The noises wings make are more than familiar to Mistral, so when someone nears... her immediate response is to turn and look warily. Just SLIGHTLY frightened... maybe a little awed... she nervously jumps up to her feet and works to get decent footing in case she needs to leap off.

    But in a few seconds the worry fades. Her faint frown shifts into a slight smile instead. "Well. If someone's going to swoop in by surprise, having it be my own kind - and not much older! - is a pleasant surprise. Soaring Mistral. Apologies, did I intrude?" She even goes so far as to bow her head slightly, showing some respect.

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
He shakes his head, smile broadening, "No, not at all, I haven't seen another one of our people in quite some time, seeing you here is heartening." He moves forward to lean against the eaves of the building, "I always like coming here, it's got one of the best views in the city," he smiles.

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
"Not that it's very easy to see." The young woman lightheartedly retorts. "Wasn't planning on staying here long. Doesn't look like a very friendly place. But you frequent it?" She can't help but lean in, head slightly canted, and get a closer look at Judgement. All the while... tapping a finger against her cheek.

    "Your home isn't my home, is it? Couldn't be... so..."

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
"It's not a very friendly place, but my eyes are keener than most, and it's very easy to just sit atop a tall building and wait. I enjoy taking shots at criminals in the midst of their crime and chase them off." He smirks, "It may not be a very nice place, but its relatively easy for me to do some good here." He smiles his golden eyes glinting. "As far as my home, I am from the Northern Air Folk cities. Which are you from?"

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
"... The Summer Mountains." Mistral answers after a few moments of reluctance and wide-eyed blinking. "When you say North... you mean North of the Blessed Isle?"

    A few moments pass, and Mistral... fidgets uncomfortably. "So you're one of the city's guards?"

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
He barks off a short laugh before smiling, "Oh, no, this is more of a hobby than it is a job. I suppose what I do is entirely criminal itself," he smiles.
    He nods, "Yes, north of the Blessed Isle, somehow my travels found me here. Life can be strange sometimes, two of our kind from different ends of creation, on the same roof in the same city tonight."

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
"Oh... and the locals haven't chased you off? Then I must be speaking to a man of great skill, to go along with the great physique." Is Mistral's genuinely admiring response... though a few moments after the last part's out of her mouth she starts furiously blushing.

    Did she really just say that to someone she just met?

    "Raining Heaven's Judgement.... ahhh.... that explains the name you'cve taken. Very literal. But this is as far from the Northern reaches anyone can get. That anyone would make it this far..... what a journey."

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
Smirking, he explains "I can shoot from fairly far away. With the mist and darkness, and the wings, they never get to me fast enough to even see what I look like. I hear there is a rumor of a winged demon who's arrows pass through innocents and only harm sinners," he grins, his own cheeks heating a bit at her compliment.
    "Yes, the journey was long, and there were definitely moments when I felt I had made a wrong choice. Now though, I think I have found my path."

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
"...." Those claims make the color quickly leave her face. Her lips partin a show of pure disbelief. But with a bit of time her expression shifts to a little more knowing. "Honestly, I let one comment slip and you're hoping to impress me with such fantastic claims?" She snorts quietly, affecting a little amusement, and sets to tucking her writing tools into some of her belt pouches.... but then her gaze changes, notices those strangely solid gold eyes...

    "... Unless..."

    Then... to the bow she should've been paying attention to the whole time but somehow wasn't.

    "... It couldn't be...?"

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
"These are no mere claims, I swear," his grin widens even further, and he pulls the bow from his back, motioning off towards the city below, "Find me some target you can just barely make out, and I will show you what I mean."
    The bow itself is very ornate and carved, seemingly, from solid gold. The upper stave of the bow is wrought with a finely detailed hawk, wings flared and claws extended. It's solid ruby eye's seem to glitter in the halflight of champoor.

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
"... If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting..." Oh she can clearly make out what that bow is alright. But she frowns upon being so challenged... and turns to scan out across the city.

    Sharpening her gaze and looking about, she eventually points... "Over by the docks, near the tiny fishing ships... if you can hit any of those wooden pillars holding the walkways up..."

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
He smirks, reaching back for an arrow and fitting it to the string, he closed his eyes and moved his body, his eyes seeing through the rubies of his bow allowed him to pierce the haze and unnatural darkness of Champoor, magnifying his already tremendously keen sight. He took two breaths, each one slow and steady before tilting back, he aimed the bow skywards and let loose the arrow with a sharp twang. The arrow lept from the bow with a piercing whistle, vanishing from sight as it sped towards it's target, it's arc was perfect.

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
WHUNK.

    What might be most amazing in terms of apparent DIFFICULTY is that Mistral's eyes are somehow - just barely - sharp enough to TRACK that arrow just in time to see it strike true.

    Though, only because she's named the target...

    "Oh... truly amazing! Well. If there was a contest on, that would've won first prize a thousand times over. Sadly... I've little to offer but admiration."

    Her voice gets a little squeaky and nervous. "You're Chosen... aren't you? By the sun, no less."

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
He sheaths the bow on his back before raising an eyebrow, "I suppose some would say 'Chosen', but certainly not any of the Immaculates. I take it you don't agree with their views?"

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
"Haven't met any, only heard what people say. And what I've heard said I do not agree with in the slightest." Says the winged woman without missing a beat. "... If you are truly of the same ancestry as me than how is that even up for questioning?"

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
He nods, "If it weren't for the Solars in the first age, our people would never have been, we still remember them in the north, it has made understanding this a lot easier." He smiles, "I'm glad to hear that the same is true in the south."
    He motions to her, "What has brought you so far from your southerly home, that is nearly as far a journey as my own."

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
"... Similar... circumstances... though I'd find it hard to believe that they could occur twice in the same decade." Mistral reluctantly but softly offers. There's a certain wariness in her eyes as she shifts her weight and stance about... perhaps just not quite believing what's going on here.

    "Well... no. That has nothing to do with it. I left over a personal dispute there was no real answer to. A terrible injustice..." Now she looks away sadly, out towards the western horizon..

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
He nods, "Life has a strange way of leading us down different roads to the same place." He looks out towards the bay, where, if one had amazingly keen eyesight, they may see a ship slowly making it's way into port. "Ahh, I see that my quarry has arrived. I'll have to be leaving shortly, but," he says, turning back to Soaring Mistral, "It was a pleasure to make your acquantance. Perhaps we will meet up again some day, creation has already been this strange once, I see no reason why twice is out of the question."

**Soaring Mistral (8) has posed:**
"Hopefully so, and for longer. Much longer!" Mistral states insistingly, turning to watch as he readies to leave.

**Raining Heaven's Judgement (69) has posed:**
He smiles at her again, bright and infectious and gives her a jaunty wave, "Till next time then, Soaring Mistral, may the breeze ever carry you." Then he turns back towards the boat and, crouching slightly, leaps high into the air before flaring out his wings to catch the wind.