(OOC: Okaaaaay... I'm doing this. )
From the Perspective of a Character of Mine, Avecasra Oldenhall
Avecasra, better known by Ave to most and Cass to her friends, looks over her left shoulder, and then quickly looks back at her black watch. Her thoughts synchronize with the seconds on the analog clock. Forty-four, forty-five, forty-six... Forty-six. Forty-six seconds. She clicks a button on her watch and quickly sprints, as fast as she can, throwing a dagger at an Automaton. The Automaton falls to the cobblestone ground, and she picks up its head and puts it in her leather bag.
How does she know the Automaton was going to be right there, right at the forty-eighth second of the minute? She can see the future, only up to two minutes in time.*
In fact, one of her most prized possessions is an old-fashioned alarm clock that chimes every time it turns midnight. It was handed down from her father, Davian Oldenhall. He was a horologist, engineer and a clock-maker all in one. Quite the talented man... Until he died in the Fogworks because he used "mechanical technology".
Avecasra's main goal is to stop the Empire once and for all, and get revenge for her father, even if revenge wasn't the best answer to the terrible act committed from the Empire.
Avecasra picks up her radio and held it to her mouth as she held the button to talk. "______, I'm ready."
The male voice on the other side of the radio replies, "Okay. I'm coming to you."
Avecasra nods, and waits patiently, but also on the lookout for any other Automatons that may come her way. The Business District is one of the busiest places for Automatons to gather, after all.
Finally, he comes, wagon in tow. A boy, most likely in his teens. He's holding the handle of the wagon with his left hand and a green blanket in his right. "Afternoon, Miss Oldenhall."
"Hey. Got the wag--" Avecasra sees the wagon, and nods. "Okay, great. And the cov--" She sees the blanket which the boy would use as a cover, and nods also. "So you're prepared. Good for you."
"I'm always prepared," the boy said with a smirk.
Abruptly, a man with a black mask pounced on Avecasra, quickly looks through her leather bag, and finds a pretty and ornate alarm clock decorated with golden spirals. He grabs it and runs off before the boy is able to find the gun concealed in his backpack.
"No!" Avecasra whispers, scrambling to her feet. How did I not see this coming? She shakes off the thought and begins to sprint after the thief, dodging Automatons and citizens. Her right foot accidentally trips over an older woman's foot and makes the woman fall flat on her face. Avecasra, who had seen it coming, used her hands to block the cobblestone ground from meeting her face also. Avecasra sees the woman sobbing and has sympathy, but she has to find that thief, bring him to justice, and get her clock back!
She resumes running, the boy finally catching up and running alongside her. Finally, the thief is in view.
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!" Avecasra screams to the thief, as she runs faster and faster. The woman who she had tripped is also following Avecasra, as the four of them, including the thief, pass across a honey shop without a glance.
*(OOC: I just watched the movie Next last night, so, yeah, I'm a little inspired! Oh, and any guy can continue this to be the unnamed boy. @Jacoby_Elderfun1? Anyone else who's interested in this experimental role play, haha?)