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The younger guard slumped where he stood, frozen in place by the precise taps of her needle. Izzy leaned back, admiring her handiwork for a moment before flashing a bright grin.

[color=#F8DE7E]"There now. Tha's much better. Ye looked far too tense, love."[/color] She reached up and blew an exaggerated kiss toward the paralyzed guard. [color=#F8DE7E]"Try not tae miss me too much."[/color]

Her fingers waggled cheerfully in farewell. Then reality returned.
The rest of the patrol would eventually circle around. And unlike her latest admirer, they might not be nearly as accommodating.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Right. Time tae bugger off."[/color] With a quick pivot she broke into a jog toward the wall, boots crunching against the stone path as she hurried back toward the rendezvous.

She arrived just in time to see Neo already perched above, Marrion making her way up the rope, Miyu launching himself into the air like some sort of deranged projectile, and Aren beginning his climb.

Izzy stopped for half a second and blinked. Then took another swig from her canteen.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Aye, ah'm not even gonna ask."[/color]

Hooking both hands around the rope, she began climbing. It only took a few pulls before she found herself directly beneath Aren.
A fact she noticed immediately. Her eyes drifted upward.
A grin spread slowly across her face.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Y'know, boyo..."[/color]

She called up the wall.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Fer a lad tha's always runnin' around rooftops, ye've got a remarkably fine arse."[/color] She nodded thoughtfully.
[color=#F8DE7E]"Must be all th' climbin'."[/color] She pulled herself a little higher, the curl of the corners of her lips still evident. 

[color=#F8DE7E]"Very inspirational, really."[/color] Completely unbothered by the situation, Izzy continued scaling the rope while trying—and failing—to suppress a laugh.