Did you hear the one about the clocktower?

[emergingspirit]

Who: Connor and Garrett (Closed)
What: Housewarming presents OuO
When: 440
Where: A clocktower
Rating: PG-13ish



[Probably most people don't pay much attention to the clocktower. Sometimes it chimes a little late, sometimes it chimes a little early, but it's mostly close enough, so it doesn't seem like anyone in the city has paid too much attention to it. Besides, when seems like most people run on a "sunrise-sunset" instead of a "9-to-5" schedule, who really cares? Even Connor hasn't paid it much mind in the time he's been here, he's gotten used to it being ever so slightly off--

Except the other day it chimed on time. And then did it again hours later. ...And now it's consistently on time, but even though he's been looking, Connor hasn't seen anyone working on the tower. God powers maybe? Rune magic? Whatever it is, he's curious, so as soon as he has a free moment from the shop, it's off to the clocktower he goes.

A few minutes of observation is all he needs to find a reasonable way up the side of the building and up to a cracked window. A moment of wiggling is all he needs to pop said window fully open and slip inside. It takes a bit longer for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, so he waits in silence until they do...and is nothing short of startled by what he sees.

Boxes. Trinkets. Odds and ends laid out with remarkable care.

It almost looks like someone lives up here.]

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[emergingspirit]

[Connor is, as Garrett hoped, briefly distracted by the raven. It would work great if he weren't aware of the various blessings bestowed by the different gods, and if he, himself, hadn't also gained the ability to manipulate shadows.

Also, Garrett might not make a sound, but Connor is well versed in the sound of "blunt object whizzing through the air towards his head." He's heard it so many times, got hit by said blunt object many times in his youth before he learned to do this neat little trick where he ducks his shoulders, shifts all his weight to one foot and turns on a dime, arm outflung to catch who or whatever is behind him.]

[blackhand]

[And just like that, his wrist is caught as Connor whirls, Blackjack stopping in its plight, the thief caught in surprise for a split second, before instinct kicks in. A foot aims for Connor's to throw him off balance, Garrett ducking with his wrist still grappled, and that cotton ended arrow the other had picked up earlier is grabbed and aimed straight for the assassin's head.

In a job like this, you have to be quick on your feet. Literally.]

[emergingspirit]

[Garrett's foot catches Connor's and it does shift his balance, but he takes advantage of that and uses the slight stumble to give himself extra momentum forward, while ducking the arrow. Garrett's older and arguably more experienced in the ways of stealth, clearly, but Connor's spent his whole life grappling with opponents. He'll go down, sure, but Garrett is coming with him.]