| on unexpected chances. (garrett and kol)

[wingshapes]

some are not quite as immortal as all that.

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[blackhand]

[For the longest moment, Garrett stares at Kol, eye flaring as he is unsure of what to say, or even do, at this point. He's been given a second chance, a whole point in which he can go about doing things as he should. Most would thank the other and shout in joy, cry, perhaps offer some kind of thanks through embrace or something similar.

But this is Garrett, and Garrett is not one who does thanks or gratitude like a normal person. So he shifts from foot to foot for a second, before swooping backwards into the darkness again. He knows Kol can see him, knows that making any effort to try and hide from him is pointless, so he doesn't. The thief simply turns, hooks the Claw onto a grate, pulls himself up, and heads towards the Clocktower.

It'll be a few days before he goes out again. He's no idiot. Much as he wants to go out and heist, he takes Kol's warning seriously, and so his plans will have to wait. Until then, the City will remain safe from at least one threat it carries in itself.]

[getseven]

[The Original remains. Still smiling, he watches as the thief makes his exit, having recieved all the words he expected to (none). For a short time Kol merely stands, listens to the relative silence of the city, an unending piece of human suffering of many kinds. And it occurs to him that perhaps he should even matters out now, take a life (or several) for the one he saved.

He crouches down, picking up one of the arrows with thumb and index finger, turning it around and over. After a few moments' consideration, he rises once more, the broken off arrow still in hand. The next instant, he's elsewhere already.]