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Jolly Eddy's Field Test!
Who: Unit 202 / "Rowan" and Sync
Where: Everglade
When: June 12, 10:00 AM
What: Ostensibly, a test of Rowan's abilities
Warnings: Language, Probable violence
Pacing an apparently lazy circle for what had to be the twentieth time in ten minutes, Rowan withdrew her phone from the back pocket of a pair of well-worn jeans and checked the time. Again. And again, only a minute or two had gone by. 09:49, now. It was her own fault for arriving so early to scout an area which proved not to have much to offer by way of protection; entirely open, completely exposed... Not that anyone but her prospective future superior would be looking for her here, but a lifelong habit of healthy paranoia was a hard thing to break.
Tucking her phone away again, the blonde turned and resumed the idle step that enabled her to keep an eye on as much of the side streets and alleyways leading to the meeting point as possible. She wasn't sure what to expect of this Sync person, but hopefully she'd be easy enough to spot out in the open like this... She damned sure felt like it, if nothing else. Maybe that was part of the field test... Was she supposed to be more covert? Nobody had mentioned anything along those lines, but it was possible... Hell, maybe he was planning to attack her, to test her abilities. Maybe he'd hired other people to attack her. Maybe... hell. It could be anything. But for now, she still had another ten minutes until their designated meeting time, so all she could do was keep up that restless pacing and continue to watch the streets...
Where: Everglade
When: June 12, 10:00 AM
What: Ostensibly, a test of Rowan's abilities
Warnings: Language, Probable violence
Pacing an apparently lazy circle for what had to be the twentieth time in ten minutes, Rowan withdrew her phone from the back pocket of a pair of well-worn jeans and checked the time. Again. And again, only a minute or two had gone by. 09:49, now. It was her own fault for arriving so early to scout an area which proved not to have much to offer by way of protection; entirely open, completely exposed... Not that anyone but her prospective future superior would be looking for her here, but a lifelong habit of healthy paranoia was a hard thing to break.
Tucking her phone away again, the blonde turned and resumed the idle step that enabled her to keep an eye on as much of the side streets and alleyways leading to the meeting point as possible. She wasn't sure what to expect of this Sync person, but hopefully she'd be easy enough to spot out in the open like this... She damned sure felt like it, if nothing else. Maybe that was part of the field test... Was she supposed to be more covert? Nobody had mentioned anything along those lines, but it was possible... Hell, maybe he was planning to attack her, to test her abilities. Maybe he'd hired other people to attack her. Maybe... hell. It could be anything. But for now, she still had another ten minutes until their designated meeting time, so all she could do was keep up that restless pacing and continue to watch the streets...
no subject
Currently he was perched high up, just out of her easy field of vision since, as most would be given the job; Rowan seemed to be focused on the streets, and given that he wasn't moving he cut a far less eye-catching presence. Making her wait till 09:59, Sync suddenly leapt off the building, the intent to land on her to see how she'd react.
no subject
Only a moment, however.
She tensed and looked up just in time to catch sight of a figure hurtling towards her, too late for any hope of dodging. Instead all she could do was brace for the inevitable impact, and when her assailant hit, let his momentum carry them both into a roll that would, ideally, leave her kneeling over him and ready to attack if need be.