Helen looks up and spots the ladder that's hanging above their heads, nodding partly to confirm she's onto the thing, as another realization crosses her mind. Son of a bitch !
"Don't nail me down to chapter and verse, that stuff on the wall there sounds a lot like some part of the Malediction, I think. Which means we have a big fucking problem, no matter what we find upstairs."
Perhaps they'll be able to dig it out later, if Connoer adheres to some of the stereotypes of his profession ? Now, can she get to that ladder ? Good question ! She fixates that ladder again. Looks good enough. She pulls off the poncho, gives it a few swings like a skipping rope and ties it around her waist. She also gets rid of the gloves, puts them in some pocket and wipes her hands on her jeans.
"Maybe, maybe not. Guess there's only one way to find out for sure ! You may want to take a few steps back there."
She shakes out her knees and rolls the shoulders, eyes still on the ladder above. She's going to have to give it her best shot, not only to get up quick enough, but also to minimize the risks if she stays in that alley for too long... Helen rubs her hands, cracks the knuckles and takes a few steps back, getting ready. Still looking at the target, she gets into position, wills the blood to do its work, exhales and propels herself upwards towards the end of the ladder.
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Helen's not exactly Air Jordan, but even with fractions of an inch making it a pretty close call, it is just enough to catch on to that last bit of the ladder's end.
"Hah !"
As soon as she feels the metal in her hands, she pulls herself up and starts climbing. Once she's in position, she drops the ladder for Conner and races upwards towards the roof, confident Conner will be able to catch up.
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