The guard at first didn't seem overly aggressive, simply assertive in his demands for them to return to ground level. However, when things started to escalate, Itt throwing himself to his feet and Caspian sprinting to the next roof, the guard shifted his mode of speech. Instead of an insistent request, he gave the authoritative command, "Stop!" Given Caspian's visible instructions, the guard figured they wouldn't stop (because who in all of history ever did), so he got on the balls of his feet and rushed up to the building Caspian was now on top of. "Stop!" He called again, this time louder to get the attention of his fellow guard or guards that may be in ear shot.
Itt, still having the remains of his coughing fit lurching inside his chest, glanced at the other roofs around them frantically. He had mapped some of the Merchant's Ring on his map but the Noble District was new territory, he didn't know where to go! Or more importantly, he didn't know where to hide! Caspian's hand pointed with the sureness that Itt desperately needed, so he took his guidance and ran, throwing himself off the building and towards the other.
And by 'throw', Itt quite literally threw his limbs forward, putting all of his energy into making the gap and leaving none for the landing.
With all of his limbs in front of himself, he landed on the tiled roof and had no way to stop his momentum. He tumbled once or twice, a few tiles loosening and falling to the street below because of the crash. Itt gritted his flat teeth, his joints and the other points of contact wailing at him with discomfort. But he had to ignore that, he needed to go. The sloth pushed himself to his feet, slipping on some of the curved roof pieces before actually making another look around for the next roof.
Okay, where next, Caspian? Wait- where's Caspian?!
Standing up fully, holding his arm which took the bulk of his tumble, he scanned the rooftops, seeing that Caspian had run the opposite direction. His brown eyes glanced at the guard on the ground, then at his new friend who waved him away. His heart careened into panic and pain from both the smoke and his hesitation. What if Caspian was caught?
Itt bit his bottom lip, his feet glued to the unstable tiles he had displaced. He didn't want anything to happen to Caspian. After all, it was his own fault they were here. But another set of heavy footsteps were coming from his left with enough jingle for the Kelvic to imagine a twin guard.
Shiress had warned him not to get caught. He needed to go.
Itt hissed through his teeth, searching the shadows of Caspian's silhouette for his eyes before retreating. He turned towards the next roof, seeing the gap as about the same length as before. He ran for it again, meaning to repeat his previous lunge, seeing as it had worked last time (albeit painfully), but the tiles he had previously been stuck to in his indecision gave way, forcing him into a stumble. Itt swung his arms in circles to try and not fall, but the roof ended far too quickly for him to regain his balance in time. He gave a faltering jump as a last ditch effort to make it across.
Itt's body slammed into the wall with an audible slap and a hearty grunt. His arms were high enough to reach the ledge, his left forearm even slamming the corner of the roof. Unfortunately, his hands weren't able to grip the ledge hard enough, and he continued to fall down the wall, his forearm running along the corner of the rooftop and leaving skin behind. Itt didn't even have time to scream, he fell like a rock to the ground onto several bags containing soiled towels from the Black Waters.
The Kelvic grunted at his landing that could have been much worse, but his hand gripped his forearm first and foremost. The prickling sensations of pain brought his mind away from the chase, which wasn't the best means to escape, especially with the footsteps of the city guard looming ever closer. Though to Itt's surprise, a bag of towels was suddenly dumped overtop of him, filling his nose with the sharp scent of sweat and the musk of privates. He thought to remove the filth from his face as the towels were also daring to fill his nose in the literal sense with their ragged fluff, but his body froze without his permission as the guard he had yet to see ran near.
His steps were loud as he stopped in front of the alley, and his grunt almost tingled the hairs in Itt's ears. But taking the grunt with him, the guard continued on, running to the next alley. Holding his breath so he wouldn't be heard as well as to not smell the putrid smells invading his body, Itt waited until the guard was distant enough that he was sure he couldn't be heard anymore. Once out of earshot, he rolled over onto the hard ground, removing all of the dirty towels from his skin at once.
Who in the world put all of those things on him?
A pair of boney hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to his feet, despite being ill-prepared, and pressed against the wall.
Oh, that's who.
Itt, still having the remains of his coughing fit lurching inside his chest, glanced at the other roofs around them frantically. He had mapped some of the Merchant's Ring on his map but the Noble District was new territory, he didn't know where to go! Or more importantly, he didn't know where to hide! Caspian's hand pointed with the sureness that Itt desperately needed, so he took his guidance and ran, throwing himself off the building and towards the other.
And by 'throw', Itt quite literally threw his limbs forward, putting all of his energy into making the gap and leaving none for the landing.
With all of his limbs in front of himself, he landed on the tiled roof and had no way to stop his momentum. He tumbled once or twice, a few tiles loosening and falling to the street below because of the crash. Itt gritted his flat teeth, his joints and the other points of contact wailing at him with discomfort. But he had to ignore that, he needed to go. The sloth pushed himself to his feet, slipping on some of the curved roof pieces before actually making another look around for the next roof.
Okay, where next, Caspian? Wait- where's Caspian?!
Standing up fully, holding his arm which took the bulk of his tumble, he scanned the rooftops, seeing that Caspian had run the opposite direction. His brown eyes glanced at the guard on the ground, then at his new friend who waved him away. His heart careened into panic and pain from both the smoke and his hesitation. What if Caspian was caught?
Itt bit his bottom lip, his feet glued to the unstable tiles he had displaced. He didn't want anything to happen to Caspian. After all, it was his own fault they were here. But another set of heavy footsteps were coming from his left with enough jingle for the Kelvic to imagine a twin guard.
Shiress had warned him not to get caught. He needed to go.
Itt hissed through his teeth, searching the shadows of Caspian's silhouette for his eyes before retreating. He turned towards the next roof, seeing the gap as about the same length as before. He ran for it again, meaning to repeat his previous lunge, seeing as it had worked last time (albeit painfully), but the tiles he had previously been stuck to in his indecision gave way, forcing him into a stumble. Itt swung his arms in circles to try and not fall, but the roof ended far too quickly for him to regain his balance in time. He gave a faltering jump as a last ditch effort to make it across.
Itt's body slammed into the wall with an audible slap and a hearty grunt. His arms were high enough to reach the ledge, his left forearm even slamming the corner of the roof. Unfortunately, his hands weren't able to grip the ledge hard enough, and he continued to fall down the wall, his forearm running along the corner of the rooftop and leaving skin behind. Itt didn't even have time to scream, he fell like a rock to the ground onto several bags containing soiled towels from the Black Waters.
The Kelvic grunted at his landing that could have been much worse, but his hand gripped his forearm first and foremost. The prickling sensations of pain brought his mind away from the chase, which wasn't the best means to escape, especially with the footsteps of the city guard looming ever closer. Though to Itt's surprise, a bag of towels was suddenly dumped overtop of him, filling his nose with the sharp scent of sweat and the musk of privates. He thought to remove the filth from his face as the towels were also daring to fill his nose in the literal sense with their ragged fluff, but his body froze without his permission as the guard he had yet to see ran near.
His steps were loud as he stopped in front of the alley, and his grunt almost tingled the hairs in Itt's ears. But taking the grunt with him, the guard continued on, running to the next alley. Holding his breath so he wouldn't be heard as well as to not smell the putrid smells invading his body, Itt waited until the guard was distant enough that he was sure he couldn't be heard anymore. Once out of earshot, he rolled over onto the hard ground, removing all of the dirty towels from his skin at once.
Who in the world put all of those things on him?
A pair of boney hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to his feet, despite being ill-prepared, and pressed against the wall.
Oh, that's who.