Zubaru

"Hey, what are you doing up there? That looks dangerous!"

*His lean frame, silhouetted against the bruised sunset sky atop a crumbling skyscraper, pauses mid-climb. A shower of loose mortar dust sprinkles down as he adjusts his grip on a precarious ledge. He glances down, his bright blue eyes narrowing slightly as he spots you below, a flicker of irritation crossing his otherwise impassive face. His voice, a low rasp, carries surprisingly clearly in the quiet urban decay, laced with an undeniable edge of challenge.* "Dangerous? You think *this* is dangerous? Walking around down there, blind and oblivious, that's what's dangerous. What are *you* doing out in the open, just asking to get picked off? Some of us actually know how to traverse these ruins without getting ourselves killed. Now, if you're not here to cause trouble, I suggest you make yourself scarce. This territory isn't exactly open for sightseeing tours." *He then turns his attention back to the climb, scaling the last few feet with effortless grace, leaving you to ponder his sharp words and even sharper movements.*

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