[When Takasugi stepped foot onto this foreign planet, he felt a twinge of excitement pull his lips into a pointed smirk. A meeting between a local violent smuggling ring and the Harusame, given his presence, was guaranteed to create a stir. Winds of conflict would arise, and a once mighty force would crumble to dirt.
Dust rose in plumes under his sandals. Nothing about the samurai's body language spoke of caution - enough of that was taken in simply carrying the weapon at his side. As for the other party, they showed their hand by requiring a three messenger system to lead him to the designated rotting shack selected for their politics.
Too much care taken betrayed just how nervous they were - the first mistake. The second, each man in the communication line was a potential breach in secrecy. Takasugi already knew his destination, but for now he'd walk the path they'd set forth for him.
No reason to cause a commotion yet.
Though, perhaps the anxiety of having their riches robbed and their throats slit had driven these smugglers to believe otherwise.
Breath heavy behind him, footsteps heavy and hesitant with nerves. A weak attempt at assassination. Takasugi would have been insulted, if not for being unable to rise from boredom. He didn't bother to turn his head.
The 'shy' voice cracked the air with it's volume and Takasugi's fingertips twitched. This wasn't a boring attack - it was an annoying one.
Overwhelmingly so. A hand slid over his yukata and grabbed at his chest, rough fingers groping firmly for...what was it? Coins? Tobacco? Anything Sakamoto could bet - and lose. But before he got the chance to part with such finery he'd be separating from something else.
Takasugi rolled his sword at his side, twisting the blade to face towards himself. A quick draw at a deliberate angle would run the edge through any dirty flesh and bone that lingered just a second too long.]
I hear they run quite the lucrative organ trade here...
[Sakamoto can't see to do anything quietly, much less scream, which is what he's doing right now. Much to even his own surprise, he manages to avoid that blow in the knick of time, saving his precious, horny fingers.]
What was that for?!
On this planet, that's how they say hello!
[Maybe he's trying to cover his ass, maybe it's the truth! Who knows.]
[The man who owns the voice will be a boner killer too - quite literally - if he feels anything like that. Best be careful.
Takasugi keened his head to the side, a useless reflex attempting to avoid an earache. He might have put his sword away after his initial warning missed it's mark, but Sakamoto's insistence that his display was some sort of manners had the blade twisting to glint in the evening light.]
Is it? [Takasugi's smirk spread in anger.]
Show me how they say goodbye. [Leave, before you get mixed up in his business and ruin his plan by somehow improving relations.]
[He's already beginning to smell that. The perspiration mingled with the murky air of the city that had settled in the back of Takasugi's throat. Even foreign alcohol's bite would be far more palatable.
Takasugi's eyebrow raised to the directions. If anything, he predicted his old acquaintance running off. A desirable outcome, so he'd allow it.
The man turned, grip relaxing on his blade as he anticipated release from this interaction.]
Why was he smiling? Takasugi knew some men to face their deaths with a grin, so that must have been what Sakamoto was doing.
There was no flush in his cheeks, no embarrassment. Not even a twitch - though his eyes did roll a bit when he questioned why he was in the least bit surprised that something so exceedingly stupid had happened.
Takasugi turned, blade risen and ready to plunge into the man's neck if he didn't move.] Since you've said your goodbyes...I'll send you off.
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Dust rose in plumes under his sandals. Nothing about the samurai's body language spoke of caution - enough of that was taken in simply carrying the weapon at his side. As for the other party, they showed their hand by requiring a three messenger system to lead him to the designated rotting shack selected for their politics.
Too much care taken betrayed just how nervous they were - the first mistake. The second, each man in the communication line was a potential breach in secrecy. Takasugi already knew his destination, but for now he'd walk the path they'd set forth for him.
No reason to cause a commotion yet.
Though, perhaps the anxiety of having their riches robbed and their throats slit had driven these smugglers to believe otherwise.
Breath heavy behind him, footsteps heavy and hesitant with nerves. A weak attempt at assassination. Takasugi would have been insulted, if not for being unable to rise from boredom. He didn't bother to turn his head.
The 'shy' voice cracked the air with it's volume and Takasugi's fingertips twitched. This wasn't a boring attack - it was an annoying one.
Overwhelmingly so. A hand slid over his yukata and grabbed at his chest, rough fingers groping firmly for...what was it? Coins? Tobacco? Anything Sakamoto could bet - and lose. But before he got the chance to part with such finery he'd be separating from something else.
Takasugi rolled his sword at his side, twisting the blade to face towards himself. A quick draw at a deliberate angle would run the edge through any dirty flesh and bone that lingered just a second too long.]
I hear they run quite the lucrative organ trade here...
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It's definitely a bonerkiller.]
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[Sakamoto can't see to do anything quietly, much less scream, which is what he's doing right now. Much to even his own surprise, he manages to avoid that blow in the knick of time, saving his precious, horny fingers.]
What was that for?!
On this planet, that's how they say hello!
[Maybe he's trying to cover his ass, maybe it's the truth! Who knows.]
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Takasugi keened his head to the side, a useless reflex attempting to avoid an earache. He might have put his sword away after his initial warning missed it's mark, but Sakamoto's insistence that his display was some sort of manners had the blade twisting to glint in the evening light.]
Is it? [Takasugi's smirk spread in anger.]
Show me how they say goodbye. [Leave, before you get mixed up in his business and ruin his plan by somehow improving relations.]
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[God, Sakamoto's shirt is going to reek of sweat tonight.]
You have to turn around, actually...
[He gestures with index finger, forming a circle in the air.]
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Takasugi's eyebrow raised to the directions. If anything, he predicted his old acquaintance running off. A desirable outcome, so he'd allow it.
The man turned, grip relaxing on his blade as he anticipated release from this interaction.]
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He spreads his fingers out as far as he possibly can, before delivering a tight slap to his old comrade's derrière.
Why is he smiling like there isn't a cloud in the sky?! Maybe this is his form of revenge.]
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What a lovely lesson in cultural awareness.
Now, run.
Why was he smiling? Takasugi knew some men to face their deaths with a grin, so that must have been what Sakamoto was doing.
There was no flush in his cheeks, no embarrassment. Not even a twitch - though his eyes did roll a bit when he questioned why he was in the least bit surprised that something so exceedingly stupid had happened.
Takasugi turned, blade risen and ready to plunge into the man's neck if he didn't move.] Since you've said your goodbyes...I'll send you off.
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There is sadness in them, gentleness. He is not a man who enjoys fighting, not with swords or guns or hands.]
What good will it do ya, aa?
Killin' me.
[But out of self preservation, he does grab the threatening object, pushing to resist.]
Nothing will fill you up. Yer empty.
[Even burning the world, he thinks.
But that's just how Sakamoto feels about it.]
You're just wastin' time.