She'll probably notice someone when she makes her way around the Coliseum district. Or even around the City at large. At some point, Clint's going to learn about the sins each are associated with. And he's going to be darkly amused at the whole thing.
Because he's trying not to be that, anymore. Maybe, maybe if he had shown up about, oh, ten years ago, it might've been pride. But the specter of the man in black and gold is haunting, and while he never fully subscribed to the idea of a ledger of the soul to balance, he knows there's no real making up for what he did.
But he'll make the most of the situation. The building he woke up in comes with a shooting range, which is absolutely nuts, and ideal. Now if only he had his damn bow on him. He doesn't, though in a bustling Earth-y city, he's sure he can find one. What he does have is the sword. Nestled among all the goodies from a weird world with names that mean absolutely nothing.
Fascinating. He fucking hates this place already, and he doesn't know thing one about it.
So he does his own recon. Obviously. Can't trust this place, and can't trust anyone in it, but he can trust his own senses, and his eyes are as good as they ever were.
His knees, maybe not as much. But good enough for some building climbing (well, stairwell climbing, no need to make things more difficult than they have to be) and rooftop scampering. People don't tend to look up in their daily lives. But he does see better from a distance, and if he's going to get out of here and figure out just where in the god damn he is, then he needs to scout.
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Because he's trying not to be that, anymore. Maybe, maybe if he had shown up about, oh, ten years ago, it might've been pride. But the specter of the man in black and gold is haunting, and while he never fully subscribed to the idea of a ledger of the soul to balance, he knows there's no real making up for what he did.
But he'll make the most of the situation. The building he woke up in comes with a shooting range, which is absolutely nuts, and ideal. Now if only he had his damn bow on him. He doesn't, though in a bustling Earth-y city, he's sure he can find one. What he does have is the sword. Nestled among all the goodies from a weird world with names that mean absolutely nothing.
Fascinating. He fucking hates this place already, and he doesn't know thing one about it.
So he does his own recon. Obviously. Can't trust this place, and can't trust anyone in it, but he can trust his own senses, and his eyes are as good as they ever were.
His knees, maybe not as much. But good enough for some building climbing (well, stairwell climbing, no need to make things more difficult than they have to be) and rooftop scampering. People don't tend to look up in their daily lives. But he does see better from a distance, and if he's going to get out of here and figure out just where in the god damn he is, then he needs to scout.