There is a flash of something. Were those eyes? Jacob shakes his head. There's not enough room, and too few roofs, and he's not assured there is anything in this where he can be safe or secure. Not from whatever that is and is little armed as he is.
Not that Jacob is one to give up.
Sliding the kitchen knife from where he has it strapped to his sleeve, he considers his options from that point.
The leap he takes is dangerous to many, though he lands easily, balancing on his toes and skittering down the side of a new rooftop, settling in at the edge, balanced carefully.
"Just out of curiosity, you don't speak English, do you? Est-ce que tu parles français? Was ist mit Deutsch? أو ربما عربي?"
He's pretty sure he can take on whatever that was. That huge... ominous... ooozing things. Or maybe try speaking to it. Sure, let's start there.
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Not that Jacob is one to give up.
Sliding the kitchen knife from where he has it strapped to his sleeve, he considers his options from that point.
The leap he takes is dangerous to many, though he lands easily, balancing on his toes and skittering down the side of a new rooftop, settling in at the edge, balanced carefully.
"Just out of curiosity, you don't speak English, do you?
Est-ce que tu parles français? Was ist mit Deutsch? أو ربما عربي?"
He's pretty sure he can take on whatever that was. That huge... ominous... ooozing things. Or maybe try speaking to it. Sure, let's start there.