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ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ「海老の天ぷら」ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏᴜ. ([personal profile] tomorrow) wrote2021-03-05 06:51 pm

ɴᴏᴄᴛɪᴜᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀғʟᴏᴡ.

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i will fulfill my duty.

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[personal profile] hashira 2021-03-29 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[A sound of acceptance is made. However, he won't insist but...

The truth of the matter is that typically he wouldn't have a reason for concern. This man, as he recalled him, was capable, skilled, and highly regarded, for the most part he voiced the suggestion from a practical sense. They both did not need to keep watch, rest didn't seem like a bad suggestion, despite the high degree of stamina they possessed there was also a need to factor in time. Neither of them knew how long they would be left waiting before they could freely evacuate the room.

As for Rengoku, that was a different matter. Something he isn't sure of how to handle. Perhaps, he might never be able to because he still can't shake the recollection of him being dead.

It's not something he can just dismiss in a single day, the span of a few hours, actually it hadn't been long since they met, but if they both had similar experiences before their arrival here then he has to question how it affected him. That would explain why through the wait, Giyu doesn't divert his gaze and only observes the flame pillar, and only when the alarms cease does he turn away.]


Lets go. [It was the moment they waited for. Once again the door would be opened, he would peer out before stepping into the hall.] It's clear.
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[personal profile] hashira 2021-04-03 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Quick steps leads them away from their small sanctuary, in search for answers they find instead a mass of people all in a panic. The crowd seems to be rushing, surging, towards one direction, perhaps they too were seeking guidance? It's just a sea of people, anyone could get easily swept in the chaos. It's why Giyu halts in order to avoid being swept in. With a quick glance to his left, it's then he notices that Rengoku is no longer at his side.

He hears his name called, on the other side of the crowd he sees the flame pillar, bright in all senses he is easy to pick out. He stands there a moment, while he could push his way past all these people he won't. It's not discomfort that impedes him, he wants to avoid causing anyone unnecessary harm.

Other options are explored but quickly dismissed. Things like jumping over, but a low ceiling prevents this nor would it be feasible for them to try to find an opening, they were wasting time. Someone had to come to a decision that would allow them to move forward, perhaps even help anyone in need. With that in mind he had to speak up.

Taking a breath, effort is put into raising his voice so he is heard.]


Lets help where we can. Find an exit. We'll meet outside.