[Takasugi isn't so efficient as he is brutal. With no real knowledge of the intricacies of any technology, nor anyone to hold him back, he cuts what appear to be complete components from their docking. Wrought metal left behind, the only way to discern what's been recently cut and what's been carved away over the centuries are the metal splinters littered across the white snow.
He's come alone, a satchel at his side spewing wires and maybe... smoking a little bit? Weird.
Intent as he is to enter and exit by himself, Takasugi isn't shy to approaching strangers. Especially ones so laden with supplies as the man cutting deftly through the old ship's units. More like a surgeon than a butcher-]
Who are you going to give all of that to? [Not one for introductions, Takasugi cuts to the point as abruptly as he'd gutted the ship.]
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He's come alone, a satchel at his side spewing wires and maybe... smoking a little bit? Weird.
Intent as he is to enter and exit by himself, Takasugi isn't shy to approaching strangers. Especially ones so laden with supplies as the man cutting deftly through the old ship's units. More like a surgeon than a butcher-]
Who are you going to give all of that to? [Not one for introductions, Takasugi cuts to the point as abruptly as he'd gutted the ship.]