[Say nothing of Takasugi's personality, and he's a competent leader. Taking the first strides into danger, moving forward with confidence - Vane isn't the only one drawn to those qualities. Though, he's among a vast minority here.
Takasugi doesn't mind working alone. It has its perks. (No one with an annoying smile saying annoying things, being near insufferable. @Vane) But without a militia, he has no weight to throw around but his own.
In this case, that much should be enough.
Not once does Takasugi glance behind himself to check if Vane is following. The man is employing some semblance of subtlety - dully surprising - but not without a few audible, squishy footfalls.
Approaching the cave, he slides his shoulder against the cool rock coated in moss. A hand raised to stay Vane's eagerness, Takasugi looks the mouth of the cave over. It's difficult to see, but tangled in the moss and vine is a more distinctly woven shape - rope nets tangled in piles of brush.
Nests.
They're in the right place.
He lowers his hand. Counts to three in his head - leaving Vane to do the same - before rushing in, hand on the hilt of his blade.
The man they come to face looks like he's been expecting them.
So it's about the birds, is it?
Takasugi straightens slightly, eyes fixed on the bear the man is mounted on more than the culprit himself.]
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Takasugi doesn't mind working alone. It has its perks. (No one with an annoying smile saying annoying things, being near insufferable.
@Vane) But without a militia, he has no weight to throw around but his own.In this case, that much should be enough.
Not once does Takasugi glance behind himself to check if Vane is following. The man is employing some semblance of subtlety - dully surprising - but not without a few audible, squishy footfalls.
Approaching the cave, he slides his shoulder against the cool rock coated in moss. A hand raised to stay Vane's eagerness, Takasugi looks the mouth of the cave over. It's difficult to see, but tangled in the moss and vine is a more distinctly woven shape - rope nets tangled in piles of brush.
Nests.
They're in the right place.
He lowers his hand. Counts to three in his head - leaving Vane to do the same - before rushing in, hand on the hilt of his blade.
The man they come to face looks like he's been expecting them.
So it's about the birds, is it?
Takasugi straightens slightly, eyes fixed on the bear the man is mounted on more than the culprit himself.]