Topic: Lookout WestEnd

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-11-02 14:03 EST
After her discussion with Issy and all-too-brief time spent with Skyler, Jewell left the Inn and went home as fast as possible. Flashy dress clothes were abandoned in favor of something more practical for traveling in the night unseen: black leather pants, tight fitting shirt and sweatshirt. Her black curls were tightly coiled into a bun and the hood of the sweatshirt pulled up over that. The only things left bear were her hands, she even had a scarf to cover her mouth. All loose ends were tucked away—she was streamlined and safe from snagging on anything.

The final touch were her favored steel toed boots. It was impressive how light footed and silent she was in them still; it probably helped that she didn't have to touch the ground if she didn't want to.

With a number of thin, hiltless blades secured on her person she left her house and moved into the West End. She wasn't exactly sure who or what she was looking for so she just kept her eyes and ears open for everything and anything.

She spent the first few hours moving up and down the districts, traveling via the rooftops. The distance between buildings was easily traversed with the aid of magic or a light-footed leap. When her steady vigil failed to yield anything she took up a perch on one of the higher buildings around two in the morning. She kept her look-out over the dilapidated buildings and streets, the night chill settling into her limbs.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-11-11 13:49 EST
Another night spent in the West End for the Empress. She was happy to be out in the pouring rain, lightning illuminating the street in bursts. This was her kind of night, cold though it was. She was kept fairly warm by the black cat suit she was wearing—she had wasted at least five minutes staring at herself in the mirror before she had actually left to scout.

She was being careful, keeping to the shadows with Issy's warning in mind. She wasn't really out to save the innocent—though she had scared a pick-pocket away from a woman earlier in the night—but to keep her eyes open for the Sisters and see if she could find anything out for them.

The water danced around her as it fell from the heavens, cloaking her in its embrace. In the rain...she felt invincible.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-11-20 15:27 EST
She had been spending almost every night in the WestEnd as well as other seedy parts of RhyDin. On Wednesday she couldn't go out alone—didn't have the heart to wander the rooftops by herself—and had struck a compromise with Skyler. They had spent a while washing her clean of the filth of that lieutenant from the garrison—it made her smile to think about that particular bath time still—before going out into the city.

They went out as a couple, lovers, going for a midnight stroll. Not far from the truth (or at all from the truth), they played their roles so naturally. It certainly beat hoping rooftops with Sky in tow. It had also crossed Jewell's mind that they could possible draw the murderer out with such a ruse but it did not work, the night had been quiet and they had retired together in the early hours of the morning.

She went out alone the next night and every night since then. The longer she spent at this scouting work the angrier she became. She was no longer content with just watching, waiting for the perpetrator of the murders. She went after the petty criminals herself. She had just knocked out some guy who was trying to break into a local deli. She left him in the nearest dumpster—alive and sure to have a headache when he woke.

If she kept this up, the next thing they knew she'd be worshiping Scathachian and smothering men with her feet. It was an amusing thought that caused her to laugh as she headed home—cutting her nightly routine short since she had to meet Lucien in the morning. Her worshiping Scathachian...that would be the day.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-12-04 09:33 EST
She wore a feral smile as she dressed for the night. There was no more impassivity or anxiety and despair. She would go out into the West End, determined and eager to aid her friends and their city in whatever way they needed her.

A black scarf hid her blue-blue hair, she almost regretted losing the black locks that helped to keep her hidden. At least the scarf kept her warm, too, as the nights grew colder. Everything else she wore was made of a synthetic material, skin tight and thin for mobility but it was made to keep the body warm. It was seamless, too. How she got it on...well, that took skill and a secret.

She left her combat boots behind but refrained from going barefoot, Judge style. She pulled on fey slippers, light weight to help her move silently through the night with ease. She could walk through a forest littered with dry leaves and not have caused a single *crunch* in these slippers.

The only problem with the outfit was that it left little place—no place—to hide a weapon. Her claymore was visibly sheathed on her back, a dagger on each hip. She didn't need more than that, it was doubtful if she even needed that at all, as a host of magical abilities were at her disposal.

She left her home in the dark of the night, reinforcing the wards on the house before leaving. Her first stop was at Cosmo Beach to ensure that all was well before she took to the streets.

Snow lined the ground everywhere she went and called her name as she ran by upon it. She was going for distance, tonight, covering as much territory as she could with eyes wide open for anything going on.

She wouldn't be surprised if it was a fairly quiet night, but if trouble did arise, Jewell was ready for it.