( their previous failure didn't sit well with asato. though he knows that, logically, it hadn't been an entire failure — it had provided them with valuable information, painting a mental map of the city with a much stronger idea of where the shadowy group which had been peddling amai to the vulnerable citizens and temporally-displaced transplants of the city were currently holed up. that, and a few names: names of individuals who might give them far more clarity and insight into what they had gone looking for blindly the last time.
all in all, not at all a failure. but it had still felt like one. asato didn't like to go out hunting and return home empty-handed. his frustration had seethed, low and roiling, beneath his surface. samatoki, on the other hand, is a little more open and apparent with his disappointment.
it was obvious, then, that this wasn't over. some time passed. they meet up again, discuss further plans, track down some of the people that those names belonged to. the two of them prove to be very intimidating, which helped shake loose more than enough valuable information for them to close in on their quarry.
which leads them to right here and right now. the sky is painted the colors of a dying fire as the sun sinks low in the sky, casting the city of yoshiwara into twilight. it was the part of day where the light was getting low but the street lamps hadn't yet been activated. it seemed as good a time as any to make their move. they had already cased this particular joint from the street and the rooftops a short while ago, so now all that there is the actual act of it: going inside and doing what they could to take down whoever they find inside.
asato doesn't get nervous anymore before things like this. there is only a deadly calm inside of him, fostered by years of having been called to do things very similar to this. one of his hands rests on the hilt of the sword resting at his hip.
he glances to samatoki, his dark blue eyes managing to cut through the oncoming dusk. ) We should move soon. Yes?
action: cracking some amai-dealing skulls
all in all, not at all a failure. but it had still felt like one. asato didn't like to go out hunting and return home empty-handed. his frustration had seethed, low and roiling, beneath his surface. samatoki, on the other hand, is a little more open and apparent with his disappointment.
it was obvious, then, that this wasn't over. some time passed. they meet up again, discuss further plans, track down some of the people that those names belonged to. the two of them prove to be very intimidating, which helped shake loose more than enough valuable information for them to close in on their quarry.
which leads them to right here and right now. the sky is painted the colors of a dying fire as the sun sinks low in the sky, casting the city of yoshiwara into twilight. it was the part of day where the light was getting low but the street lamps hadn't yet been activated. it seemed as good a time as any to make their move. they had already cased this particular joint from the street and the rooftops a short while ago, so now all that there is the actual act of it: going inside and doing what they could to take down whoever they find inside.
asato doesn't get nervous anymore before things like this. there is only a deadly calm inside of him, fostered by years of having been called to do things very similar to this. one of his hands rests on the hilt of the sword resting at his hip.
he glances to samatoki, his dark blue eyes managing to cut through the oncoming dusk. ) We should move soon. Yes?