[Ogata is not helping, unsurprisingly, just watching them scuttle around from up on his perch, idly cleaning off the parts of his rifle that are laid out on his bunk.]
What exactly do you two plan to accomplish if you do get out?
That isn't explaining anything. It's repetition at that point.
[ She has standards for what counts as an explanation, but she moves away from any possible window rebound, ready to try and dodge if necessary.
Or she can get another injury if she can't.
She glances at Ogata with her eyebrows raised but doesn't answer because the two are doing the most work right now are Giyuu and Jason, who's wielding a chair. ]
[ shocking no one nothing is happening, indeed, and giyuu simply looks around the cabin and wagers that it's probably going to be the same. they could expend all of their energy to get out but....sadly ogata does have somewhat of a point. ]
So, we can't get out.
[ obviously. ]
Should we start worrying about what could possibly come in?
I know this threads irrelevant now but I can't leave what Jason said lie
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What exactly do you two plan to accomplish if you do get out?
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[ She has standards for what counts as an explanation, but she moves away from any possible window rebound, ready to try and dodge if necessary.
Or she can get another injury if she can't.
She glances at Ogata with her eyebrows raised but doesn't answer because the two are doing the most work right now are Giyuu and Jason, who's wielding a chair. ]
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Folding the chair so it's easier to carry, Jason rolls his eyes at Ogata.]
Hush, snookums. Daddy's working.
[And with that, he will make sure Giyuu and Shinobu are sufficiently far enough before taking a swing at the window.
... Shocking absolutely no one, it doesn't work! But at least the chair isn't getting flung back across the room.]
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So, we can't get out.
[ obviously. ]
Should we start worrying about what could possibly come in?
I know this threads irrelevant now but I can't leave what Jason said lie
[Ogata punctuates his thinly veiled threat with the mechanical click of one of his rifle parts slotting back into place.]