OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[avali]

OPEN RP POST

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Open RP (smutty version)

 

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ummm have some pictures

[alsohawkeye]

[totallytrustworthy]

She's out of her bloody mind, taking up a job like this. She's a driver by reputation, and an acquisitions expert that specializes in plucking up relics from cockheaded collectors and careless adventurers: actually picking up said relics in their natural element is far, far away from hers, but when the pay is high enough--

well, she's crawling her way through a too-small crevice picked apart by thousands of years of wind-blown sand. Everyone has a price.

And the inner walls of the old, forgotten city hidden away in the lower reaches of the Empty Quarter are beautiful enough, she supposes. Daylight running in from outside keeps it looking sort of cozy, long dead civilization aside. Raw stone melding with carved, intricate buildings the farther in she goes, until a half-buried palace is well within sight.

Fingers crossed the gold she's after isn't lost beneath half a building's worth of sand.]

[alsohawkeye]

"Hawkeye" is a name that's been floating around the greater treasure-hunting community for a little while, some young woman with a young crew of amateurs that are a pain in the god damn ass. Few have linked it with the globe-trotting philanthropist heiress Kate Bishop, patron of plenty of museums but surely too much a socialite to get her hands dusty. But then, few know about the years she spent working with Nathan Drake.

But even if Chloe isn't surprised to find her doing this sort of work, she might be surprised to find her here. 'Here' being up ahead of her, specifically standing at the base of the wall of that palace beneath an open window that might once have been many stories up and is now, thanks to the sand, a great deal nearer the ground. She unstraps something from her back and unfolds it to become a full-sized bow, nocks a grappling arrow, and shoots it up through the frame. The rope uncoils at her feet. When it's caught and she's put the bow away she tests the line, and then begins climbing.

How she got in here first is a mystery, but then the Rubʿ al Khali has always been good at covering tracks.

[totallytrustworthy]

Surprised is putting it lightly, though habit-- even amongst the unfamiliar-- keeps Chloe Frazer perpetually on her toes. Habit and cynicism, really. She expects to cross paths with others on the job, all sorts, some familiar and some not in slightly skewed percentages, but Kate Bishop? Might as well start buying into the idea of opening a four thousand year old tomb only to find Donald Trump with his fingers wrapped around the jade heron.

Long and short being that no, there's no being on point when she closes in and spots someone else already five (or five thousand, more accurately) steps ahead of her. Chloe's easy stride is replaced with a sprint: defender in hand and honed in on the thin line keeping her distant, unknown competition suspended. Nothing personal.

Nothing much personal, at least.

[alsohawkeye]

Wow, her hair is way better than Donald Trump's. Please let's not put them in the same sentence. Kate would be so offended right now if she had any idea that Chloe were having such thoughts. As it is she doesn't know the other woman's within a hundred miles, at least not until she happens to glance over her shoulder halfway up the rope.

She's not dumb enough (like, say, Donald Trump would probably be) to have really believed there wouldn't be others hot on this trail along with her, but she'd hoped she'd gotten more of a jump on them than this. She runs through a mental list of who's good enough to have caught up to her - who could've pried her direction out of Rahim or (an even shorter list) put together the scraps of clues on their own and ended up here. Behind her Ray-Bans she squints at the shape getting nearer, trying to make out some tell-tale detail. What she gets is the glint of sun off gunmetal. Shit.

There's a fair bit of rope left above her and she scrambles, spidering up it as quickly as possible, and looking out for hand and footholds in the wall itself as she goes. They can't really make that shot, can they?

[totallytrustworthy]

Is it really? Hard to tell with all this doom-and-gloom Raiders of the Lost Ark lighting going on.

And it's a long shot-- quite literally-- but Chloe doesn't slow in her rush to catch up, tugging at the trigger as the bullets run (temporarily) high, banking on luck or the off chance that Kate might just panic and rethink her current course of action. The higher she goes, the higher the risk of snapping her leg...or, you know, quite possibly her neck.

"Hey!"