knight125 said
Once Ben finishes gathering his tools of the trade, he begins climbing the stairs leading to the roof of the main building. As he reaches the roof, his suit appears with holsters and sheaths in place for his weapons. Ben takes a calming breath at the top of the stairs, sprints across the roof, then takes a flying leap over the side of the six-story building. As Ben plummets to the ground, he spreads his arms, allowing the web-like cape on his back to expand and catch the air, acting like a hang glider. He zooms through the air toward his car, his flight, though at first steady, quickly devolves into a wavering, zigzagging arc toward the ground. With both his car and the parking lot rapidly approaching his face, Ben brings his arms to his chest, retracting the cape, then flips midair and lands lightly beside his car. He notices Kijani a few yards away and calls to her, "Come on then, let's go."
Kijani waited in the parking lot, reading the miniature copy of The Art of War that she had inside her jacket pocket. She was dressed in a conservative looking suit. Wine colored jacket with a white shirt beneath, pants, and flat shoes. Her hair was held back in a simple bun, with two slim, laquered chopsticks through it. She carried a portfolio in front of her, filled with various papers. For all intents and purposes, she could be going into a job interview rather than a fight. The only thing that was at all threatening was her jian in it's scabbard, slung across her back.
Appearances were everything.
Beneath her white shirt, Kijani had carefully constructed layers of thin, flexible tissue paper. It made no noise as she moved, and with a brush of will, she could make it bulletproof. The chopsticks in her hair had tiny hidden blades- she wasn't going to cut off anyone's hand with them, but she could easily take out someone's eyes, or ears, even give them a very vicious tracheostomy. The portfolio, of course, was filled with paper she could weaponize in seconds. She was ready, but she felt better when other people didn't know it.
She watched Ben make his entrance, gliding in gracefully through the shadows. Once he touched down, she smiled. "A flying spider." She approached his car and started to get in. "That's a serious nightmare for arachnophobes everywhere."