[ Back on the street, they're still going to attract way more attention than Allen wants just from being so woefully and weirdly underdressed compared to everyone else, though people's own discomfort and disinclination to get involved will certainly work in their favor. He'd rather avoid it entirely and might try to be sneakier about it he was on his own... but the only other recourse would really be to take to the rooftops and that's got its own problems. But they only get weirded out stares and are given a wide berth. Shouto's hair, actually, gets the most head turns and a couple whispers. Perhaps they're performers? Is there a circus in town? What a strange wig. Could you even call that a costume? Perhaps they're lost...
Allen's quick to navigate the streets, doing so with more ease than he thought he would have. Ah... perhaps these memories were fresher to him than he thought they would, he would have thought he'd have forgotten the city or maybe it would have changed in the time he's been away, but aside from some shops being different and new lights it's very much the same. They move from a district with broad, relatively open streets with decorated shop windows and respectable gentlemen and ladies dressed well into an older-looking part of town, where the the streets are narrow alleys that wind about and the buildings taller and jammed in. Butchers hang their meat outside to drain and the blood runs off down the side of the street, following the natural incline of the hill. Broken barrels and furniture and other forgotten trash are littered about more here, and cold-looking thin children playing among them watch the two strange-looking young men with wide eyes. They bolt and run the moment either makes eye contact.
The inns have changed as well; whereas before they were airy and bright-looking establishments with many people sitting down to eat, now there's smaller and wedged in with the rest. Louder, with rowdy drunken voices even though it can't be later than midday, and men loitering outside who watch them pass with distrustful eyes. Sailors, some of them, by the look of various tattoos they bear.
It smells more here, and looks dirtier. Laundry is hung above them from window to window in dozens of lines. ]
This is one of the older parts of Edinburgh. [ Allen turns and explains it patiently as they walk, his expression gentle. ]
When I was with the circus I'd ovearhear some of the performers talk about coming here. [ He pauses, looking contrite. ] I'm afraid it might not be the nicest place...
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Allen's quick to navigate the streets, doing so with more ease than he thought he would have. Ah... perhaps these memories were fresher to him than he thought they would, he would have thought he'd have forgotten the city or maybe it would have changed in the time he's been away, but aside from some shops being different and new lights it's very much the same. They move from a district with broad, relatively open streets with decorated shop windows and respectable gentlemen and ladies dressed well into an older-looking part of town, where the the streets are narrow alleys that wind about and the buildings taller and jammed in. Butchers hang their meat outside to drain and the blood runs off down the side of the street, following the natural incline of the hill. Broken barrels and furniture and other forgotten trash are littered about more here, and cold-looking thin children playing among them watch the two strange-looking young men with wide eyes. They bolt and run the moment either makes eye contact.
The inns have changed as well; whereas before they were airy and bright-looking establishments with many people sitting down to eat, now there's smaller and wedged in with the rest. Louder, with rowdy drunken voices even though it can't be later than midday, and men loitering outside who watch them pass with distrustful eyes. Sailors, some of them, by the look of various tattoos they bear.
It smells more here, and looks dirtier. Laundry is hung above them from window to window in dozens of lines. ]
This is one of the older parts of Edinburgh. [ Allen turns and explains it patiently as they walk, his expression gentle. ]
When I was with the circus I'd ovearhear some of the performers talk about coming here. [ He pauses, looking contrite. ] I'm afraid it might not be the nicest place...