Crest
Crest just sighed, and did what she asked, rejecting the locks of a couple more lockers and going to back to search his own. He kneeled down in front of the locker and began to closely look though the stuff within, until he finally noticed that there seemed to be something wrapped up in the excess clothing, to hide it.
Taking it out of the wrap, he saw it was a holster filled with throwing knives, it seemed to be designed to be strapped to his leg. He hummed as he strapped it to his leg, and taking out a knife, juggling it a few times, getting a hang of the weight. “Not bad.” He muttered, before slipping it back. And then he continued to look, finding a small leather folding satchel like thing with bills in it, taking the bill for later, and a small back which he stuffed some of the cleaner clothing in.
Then he got up and began to stretch, before he moved over to the next and continued to look, throwing his new bag onto his back with his bow.
“Anything good over-there?” He asked Aki and Caedia as he turned to look at them, his gaze stopping on Rebeca, who was staring at him, for a moment, until he finished the turn.
Rebeca
Rebeca stared at the man who, somehow, was able to cut open the lockers without a word. The pitch black of whatever coated his hand horrified her; it felt like it was cold, like the blackness of it would swallow her.
‘Rejection’. That was the name the man gave to it. And while she heard the command with awakened it, she could not hear anything that would actually TRIGGER it. It was scary; she could hear what anyone was going to do. It was not really something she could put into words, but ever action, ever movement, everything, had a ‘sound’. But this had none.
So Rebeca kept watching him, and kept listening, and more and more she thought she heard something. But the moment she thought she got it and focused on it, it vanished, almost as if it was a dream, an echo, or something.
Just
Just ignored the man’s comment and continued to walk up to Kern, until he stood in front of him. Kern remained at attention, quiet for a moment, before he spoke. “It was the 7th sir.” Kern told Just crisply.
Just’s eyes widen slightly. “Damn it.” He cursed. She was here to, in this city? “Status?” He asked, already feeling as if he knew the answer.
“Escaped, sir.” Kern told him regretfully.
In other words Hamara let her go. He did not even entertain the thought that he was dead, that’s how farfetched such a thing would be. Damn it all.
“Where are the others?”
“The second in command is making rounds, and the third is in charge at the other blockade. This is a densely populated area; evacuation was a priority in order to prevent injuries from building debris.”
It being a second after confirming the safety of their lord, but it was most definitely a priority. And they continued to speak, Kern giving Just everything he asked about, completely ignoring the presence of the group of three.
