[b]Scene Title: King of Adiemus

Characters: Isaac Zivaku and Cheryl Mason, with voice from custom world character Abigail Walters.

Context (Situation): After Week Two out of seven of parkour training in the financial district of the Mirror's Edge universe New City, Isaac and Cheryl take some time to themselves on a rooftop to talk.[/b]

[i]Two miles from Leaf's hideout
08:00AM[/i]

The city was quiet, but for a few cars moving down the streets. The lights had gone down on the city to make way for the sunlight, and a City Eye helicopter was visible in the distance, the news station monitoring again as per usual.

Isaac sat on the edge of a rooftop, feet dangling over the edge. He still had on his same outfit, but with some minor changes. The jacket and pants had some minor scrapes, his hands cut up slightly. Where there once was purple, gray was replaced, on his cuffs, along his zipper of his jacket, and on his shoelaces. Also, his eyes, usually red, had defaulted to their original, natural green. The demon looked out at the city around him, down, thinking a little. That is to say this was his usual spot at this time of day.

Two weeks of training. Sure, they were doing well. But they did tend toward staying in groups of two when not in group training, maybe three if Abigail wanted to show them something special or Leaf wanted her to train them at something. That had left a lot of time for him and Cheryl to be alone. Most of the day, really, aside from their training in the old training grounds and anywhere else they could find. Things, with a few slip ups, were going relatively well.

He could hear the feet landing on the roof behind him, the somersault and released air from her lungs as she came to a stop. The young man looked back to her. "Hey, you're up early."

He saw the brown sneakers and the blue, three-quarter length jeans as she sat down, quiet, dangling her own legs over the edge. The jacket was open over the shirt as always. Only then did he look to her face.

Cheryl Mason yawned. She looked like she hadn't gotten any sleep. On the whole, she did seem to feel something was bothering her. Normally it was just the basic idea of being with someone. Given her experiences with people she cared about ending up grievously injured or outright killed, he couldn't blame her, nor about her problems with the Otherworld. He wasn't after anything with regards to that. She just looked out, as if not seeing him, not acknowledging that this was the place they tended to spend their free time when not trying to stay out of sight of the Blues. Not to mention that, as per his comment and the roundabout way they had to get here, she had to have left at about an hour and a half ago just to get here.

Luckily, the demon had planned ahead. He held out a covered cup. "Here, made it before I left."

The young woman took it in her left hand with a nod of thanks, flipping up a bit of the plastic cover. Steam rose from the opening, the smell of the coffee coming to her nose. Carefully, she tipped it back, sipping a bit as Isaac drank from his own cup. He tended to make two just in case she wanted to come along. Usually she didn't, but he always was ready if she was.

"Something up?" he asked her, lowering it. As nonchalant as he acted, he did care, as she knew.



CHERYL AND ISAAC TALKING ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS AND WHAT HAS GONE ON, AND CATCH UP (INCLUDE TALK OF IGNIS MEETING CHERYL).

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