[ If they're lucky. Then again, he knows about risk and reward, so he raises no objections to the answer. While Takasugi is looking for places of interest on their journey through the hallway, Mikazuki is looking forward, though he's giving off the distinct impression that nothing from any side could take him by surprise. It's just how his focus routes itself.
But it's also diverted easily. Mikazuki cants his head aside when Takasugi pauses long enough to indicate something might be there, confirming it with the test of the handle.
Stepping up to it, Mikazuki tests it himself. Sturdy, but old. Not like the sleek keypads and automatic doors of his time. Glancing up the length of the jamb, he figures it'll probably cause too much noise to break in the door itself. So he grips the handle tight and bears down, the concentration of his strength enough to cause a series of pops and groans from the locking mechanism as it bends from its molding.
It starts to give, and with a swift yank, the handle and its anchor pops off, showering off all the delicate, broken bits. ]
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But it's also diverted easily. Mikazuki cants his head aside when Takasugi pauses long enough to indicate something might be there, confirming it with the test of the handle.
Stepping up to it, Mikazuki tests it himself. Sturdy, but old. Not like the sleek keypads and automatic doors of his time. Glancing up the length of the jamb, he figures it'll probably cause too much noise to break in the door itself. So he grips the handle tight and bears down, the concentration of his strength enough to cause a series of pops and groans from the locking mechanism as it bends from its molding.
It starts to give, and with a swift yank, the handle and its anchor pops off, showering off all the delicate, broken bits. ]