Night 53: Recreational Field

[its_the_mileage]

[from here]Indy banked to the right as soon as they got outside, ready to scale the wall into the courtyard. He didn't see anything suspicious on the field--but then, the threats in here never did make themselves apparent until it was too late to avoid them. You'd've thought a guy with a giant blade would be more obvious

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[unheroed]

Heading into this space immediately put Harvey on the defensive, seeing how they had been attacked last night. He hadn't gotten any injuries from the encounter, but he'd seen what that idiot had been capable of and it was enough to put him on edge. Still, seeing how they weren't trying to cross the entire field, maybe they'd be luckier than they had been.

Honestly, he was shocked that he was even capable of positive thought at this point.

Still, it was clear that Jones was getting more serious about this, as he headed straight for where they needed to go without another word. Double-checking that the safety on his handgun was in place, Harvey followed and then tossed both his flashlight and pipe over the wall. It was a good thing that flashlight was so sturdy.

Leaving Jones to go first, Harvey started his climb slightly to the other man's right, though he couldn't help a glance over his shoulder first. "Let's make this quick," he said, even though he knew that he was the one who'd probably be holding them up.

[its_the_mileage]

The vines were sturdy on this side of the wall too, and Indy only had to test a couple before he found one he was pretty sure would hold his weight. He liked Dent's idea of getting over before anything caught up to them. The thought made him shoot a quick, suspicious glance down at his shadow, but it was staying in line for the moment. Good.

He gave one last tug on the vine he'd chosen and started up. The ascent--which to begin with had been, if not a walk in the park, at least not much of a strain--was a familiar one now, and with careful planting of his feet and a good grip on the vine he made it to the top in short order. He turned back and reached out a hand in case Dent needed any help.

It was all becoming routine, which under other circumstances might've begun to grate on Indy a bit. Right now he was just glad nothing was trying to kill them.

[unheroed]

Not being killed was definitely a good thing in Harvey's book, too. He did glance over his shoulder at the field a few more times, but thus far there was nothing. No punk with a sword that was way too long, no ghost kid who screamed like a banshee, nothing. It was refreshing, to be honest.

He watched the way that Jones climbed, seeing where his feet and hands went and then imitating it as best he could on his stretch of wall. He almost stumbled a few times, but the fact that he'd learned not to go out with those damn slippers was a huge help.

Taking the offered hand once more (because really, they'd done this enough times that he could swallow his pride when it came to this one thing), Harvey made it up onto the wall alongside Jones. He exhaled, pausing for just a moment before he pushed himself over to land on the other side.

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