[A personal preference - one that aligns with the rare spark of undiluted sense of purpose Mikazuki harbors. Not for Takasugi, not for Cree, not for the man sleeping under a blanket of stars.
Because he needs to.
And that, not Cree's request, stays Takasugi's urgency.
A quick entrance and a prompt retreat are at the core of guerrilla warfare, even on such a small scale as this. In the very least, should they be accosted on their way out, they'll have some reinforcements.
The beast resting its weight against Mikazuki's could tear a man to shreds in a single swipe, should it possess the energy to do so. And the creature glowering at them, its entire being a sharp threat, looks as if it wouldn't hesitate to paint a room red.
Takasugi follows Mikazuki's trajectory, the two creatures and their entwining voices lingering towards the center of the room. A glance spared to them is all of the encouragement he offers, they'll be urged to leave when the time comes. For now, better that they're distracting one another instead of exploring the newcomers.
With the hilt of his sword, Takasugi breaks the lock of the watery cell. The other is left to Mikazuki - not a shirking of the potential danger, but leaving palpable concern to play its part.
The creature would sense Takasugi has no regard for it, surely. They're monsters, their instincts as sharp as their teeth.
A hiss precedes the opening of the pod in front of Takasugi, water somehow shuddering against the disruption. Rather than spill from its prison, the surface remains, agitated, until a wave rolls down and crests at the bottom. Spilling over with an unearthly moan.
Then the rest falls, a puddle at their feet. Whispers, rather than ripples, left in its wake.] Ah.
[There's one less burden to bear.
Takasugi takes a step back, allowing the unfortunate thing the respect of a peaceful rest, at least, as he waits for Mikazuki's last rescue.]
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Because he needs to.
And that, not Cree's request, stays Takasugi's urgency.
A quick entrance and a prompt retreat are at the core of guerrilla warfare, even on such a small scale as this. In the very least, should they be accosted on their way out, they'll have some reinforcements.
The beast resting its weight against Mikazuki's could tear a man to shreds in a single swipe, should it possess the energy to do so. And the creature glowering at them, its entire being a sharp threat, looks as if it wouldn't hesitate to paint a room red.
Takasugi follows Mikazuki's trajectory, the two creatures and their entwining voices lingering towards the center of the room. A glance spared to them is all of the encouragement he offers, they'll be urged to leave when the time comes. For now, better that they're distracting one another instead of exploring the newcomers.
With the hilt of his sword, Takasugi breaks the lock of the watery cell. The other is left to Mikazuki - not a shirking of the potential danger, but leaving palpable concern to play its part.
The creature would sense Takasugi has no regard for it, surely. They're monsters, their instincts as sharp as their teeth.
A hiss precedes the opening of the pod in front of Takasugi, water somehow shuddering against the disruption. Rather than spill from its prison, the surface remains, agitated, until a wave rolls down and crests at the bottom. Spilling over with an unearthly moan.
Then the rest falls, a puddle at their feet. Whispers, rather than ripples, left in its wake.] Ah.
[There's one less burden to bear.
Takasugi takes a step back, allowing the unfortunate thing the respect of a peaceful rest, at least, as he waits for Mikazuki's last rescue.]