01-07-2020, 12:33 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]It’s been a slow night, and Kazuhira is starting to think that the message was a scam, or some kind of surprise training exercise. Get everybody on alert, maybe stage a Pitt ambush, keep everyone on their toes. Leroy didn’t seem like the type, but Kaz wouldn’t put it past him. They were waiting on - some kind of thief? He didn’t get the chance to read the note, only volunteered to keep guard because his new position didn’t offer much else of a choice. The moon is high, the winter night frigid. He keeps close to the wall of the house if only to conserve the remnants of his body heat.
He hears the creak of shingles before he can whip around to see the figure above them; the kid (or, rather, the KID) had stealth on his side, Kaz would give him that. The few other guards stationed at each corner of the house only looked up sleepily when Kaito’s announcement rang out.
The senseless bravado, the cape and ribbons - it was all a part of the show, wasn’t it? An act. An attention ploy, if he’d ever seen one. The thief looks young, a little on the short side, which leads Kaz to conclude that perhaps getting volunteer guards was more than unnecessary. He’d expected a raid, some kind of brutal breaking-and-entering, but this seems more of a game than the posted message had let on. Kazuhira blinks. He’s taken aback by the whole thing, though probably more incredulous than Kaito would want from his audience.
”Get down from there, before you break a leg.” He steps back a little to bark up at the roof, expression creasing into a frown. Aurum, posted a few feet away, looks like he’s next to fuming - okay, maybe the thief was getting what he wanted. “Show’s over. Go home. You’re - sir, what the fuck.”
Aurum’s attacking like he did to Kydobi, all tooth and claw and rage. Kaz doesn’t really stop him - he isn’t going to go against the Proxy’s decisions, not without reason - but he can’t help standing there in ever-so-mild shock. Really, the kid only looked like a teen at the oldest and ten pounds max, and he was about to get bodyslammed with all the muscle and velocity of a lion on the hunt. Then again, Kaito probably expected this kind of retaliation. What tricks he had up his sleeve, nobody knew for sure, but Kaz was starting to wonder if Aurum would simply rip the intruder to shreds before they had a chance to find out.
He hears the creak of shingles before he can whip around to see the figure above them; the kid (or, rather, the KID) had stealth on his side, Kaz would give him that. The few other guards stationed at each corner of the house only looked up sleepily when Kaito’s announcement rang out.
The senseless bravado, the cape and ribbons - it was all a part of the show, wasn’t it? An act. An attention ploy, if he’d ever seen one. The thief looks young, a little on the short side, which leads Kaz to conclude that perhaps getting volunteer guards was more than unnecessary. He’d expected a raid, some kind of brutal breaking-and-entering, but this seems more of a game than the posted message had let on. Kazuhira blinks. He’s taken aback by the whole thing, though probably more incredulous than Kaito would want from his audience.
”Get down from there, before you break a leg.” He steps back a little to bark up at the roof, expression creasing into a frown. Aurum, posted a few feet away, looks like he’s next to fuming - okay, maybe the thief was getting what he wanted. “Show’s over. Go home. You’re - sir, what the fuck.”
Aurum’s attacking like he did to Kydobi, all tooth and claw and rage. Kaz doesn’t really stop him - he isn’t going to go against the Proxy’s decisions, not without reason - but he can’t help standing there in ever-so-mild shock. Really, the kid only looked like a teen at the oldest and ten pounds max, and he was about to get bodyslammed with all the muscle and velocity of a lion on the hunt. Then again, Kaito probably expected this kind of retaliation. What tricks he had up his sleeve, nobody knew for sure, but Kaz was starting to wonder if Aurum would simply rip the intruder to shreds before they had a chance to find out.
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG