06-08-2024, 05:35 PM
AIKAWA KANEMARU.
Kanemaru's focus had since shifted from the three, to now just the crow. Well, the fox now, as it were. He didn't get the impression the gore beast was the leader, but xyr was doing all the talking so far, so xyr had Kanemaru's attention for now.
His ears would flick every now and again, as if reluctantly acknowledging bits of information the creature was spouting. He had indeed had his ass beat, he begrudgingly agreed in his own head; the coyote had been strong in ways that seemed unnatural and wrong, in hindsight, and as if just now clicking onto that, he shot said coyote a suspicious look, frowning. But Vale was right; Kane's ass was beat, and he'd be down for a little while as he recovered. Where did that leave him? Was he really that useful if he wasn't in optimal condition?
His gaze followed Vale's paw as xe pointed to the forest. Ah. Yes, he saw what xyr meant by long-term project, now. The forest was ruined, quite simply; it was obvious even from within the irritating net on the beach.
So, the idiots had captured him, but didn't yet know where to keep him? What sort of sucky planning was this? Who just abducted people on a whim? Clearly, the coyote was not the best thinker here; though may arguably be the strongest, if the weird, unnatural strength had been anything to go by. Kanemaru's paw throbbed at the memory.
His attention was grabbed once more as the strange shapeshifting creature began prattling off names and ranks. Kanemaru wasn't going to pretend like he knew what an inquisitor was to these nutjobs, but he figured it was important if the way xe was flaunting it in the moment was anything to go off. Plus, Kane didn't think they had any reason to lie; he was the one in the net, after all.
"I doubt a cell is more comfortable than a fishing net but fine, we'll talk," Kanemaru snipped haughtily, but he reluctantly acknowledged that Vale seemed to be his best option of the three in front of him. Bite-happy coyote, pissy lion, or slightly strange crow-thing? He'd pick the crow-thing. "Aikawa Kanemaru," he grunted begrudgingly. Didn't see the point in giving his name too, but seemed harmless enough; he was already a prisoner, after all.
His ears would flick every now and again, as if reluctantly acknowledging bits of information the creature was spouting. He had indeed had his ass beat, he begrudgingly agreed in his own head; the coyote had been strong in ways that seemed unnatural and wrong, in hindsight, and as if just now clicking onto that, he shot said coyote a suspicious look, frowning. But Vale was right; Kane's ass was beat, and he'd be down for a little while as he recovered. Where did that leave him? Was he really that useful if he wasn't in optimal condition?
His gaze followed Vale's paw as xe pointed to the forest. Ah. Yes, he saw what xyr meant by long-term project, now. The forest was ruined, quite simply; it was obvious even from within the irritating net on the beach.
So, the idiots had captured him, but didn't yet know where to keep him? What sort of sucky planning was this? Who just abducted people on a whim? Clearly, the coyote was not the best thinker here; though may arguably be the strongest, if the weird, unnatural strength had been anything to go by. Kanemaru's paw throbbed at the memory.
His attention was grabbed once more as the strange shapeshifting creature began prattling off names and ranks. Kanemaru wasn't going to pretend like he knew what an inquisitor was to these nutjobs, but he figured it was important if the way xe was flaunting it in the moment was anything to go off. Plus, Kane didn't think they had any reason to lie; he was the one in the net, after all.
"I doubt a cell is more comfortable than a fishing net but fine, we'll talk," Kanemaru snipped haughtily, but he reluctantly acknowledged that Vale seemed to be his best option of the three in front of him. Bite-happy coyote, pissy lion, or slightly strange crow-thing? He'd pick the crow-thing. "Aikawa Kanemaru," he grunted begrudgingly. Didn't see the point in giving his name too, but seemed harmless enough; he was already a prisoner, after all.