[ Mikazuki can't make the call — whether or not the creatures they take with them come because they feel safe or because the yawning imposition of freedom is better than a predictable life in a cage. But it helps that they're obedient as the group navigates the sunken corridors of the Institute as it buckles beneath the weight of its own exposed secrets. Distantly, he still hears clashes in the dark.
If he never has to step foot inside these labyrinthine walls again, he'd be fine with that.
Their escape into open air comes in sober paces rather than elation. Towards the unremarkable carriage chartered to get them safely back to Wyver. Being covert isn't exactly Mikazuki's normal fair, but he's even more subdued while they travel, eating and sleeping pushed off in favor of watching, making sure their charges are well covered and not drawing any attention. Only the soft mimics of whispers, creaky wheels, and birdsong come for long periods of time.
Once back in familiar territory, the sight of them is a little less suspicious than it would be in Olympia. What better place for them than a gilded cage — where they take the creatures to hand over to Cree, as he requested. Not all, but some, and that seems to line their pockets with a little more than usual.
Still, Mikazuki doesn't want to stick around, already smelling a little too much like smoke and money. The separation was far from tearful, though Mikazuki would probably be offended to hear it called a transaction, all the same. ]
I'm going home.
[ Mentioned to Takasugi once he has his unopened parcel of rewards in his hands, strangely demure. ]
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If he never has to step foot inside these labyrinthine walls again, he'd be fine with that.
Their escape into open air comes in sober paces rather than elation. Towards the unremarkable carriage chartered to get them safely back to Wyver. Being covert isn't exactly Mikazuki's normal fair, but he's even more subdued while they travel, eating and sleeping pushed off in favor of watching, making sure their charges are well covered and not drawing any attention. Only the soft mimics of whispers, creaky wheels, and birdsong come for long periods of time.
Once back in familiar territory, the sight of them is a little less suspicious than it would be in Olympia. What better place for them than a gilded cage — where they take the creatures to hand over to Cree, as he requested. Not all, but some, and that seems to line their pockets with a little more than usual.
Still, Mikazuki doesn't want to stick around, already smelling a little too much like smoke and money. The separation was far from tearful, though Mikazuki would probably be offended to hear it called a transaction, all the same. ]
I'm going home.
[ Mentioned to Takasugi once he has his unopened parcel of rewards in his hands, strangely demure. ]