[Soujirou's just watching all these papers get passed around in the meantime before tugging at Sieghart's arm. With a furrowed brow, he whispers:]
Should I take one, too?
[Lucretia is just over there pressing a thumb to her temple like CHILD PLEASE she is so tired and she already has to deal with so much, suddenly having to protect a kid was not on the to-do list. With that same concerned sternness from before, she looks between Soujirou and Sieghart.]
To be perfectly frank, it would be best if he stayed behind in one of the towns before the checkpoint, or at the checkpoint itself. Our men could take care of him there.
[As for their good friend Bear, Nikaido pipes up with:]
That bear's got a killer nose, but can't see at all. We've got a few things on board that'll buy us enough time to get some distance if it shows up, and a few things that could help cover up the smell.
[But speaking of smell, she'll move out the door after that, grabbing the head to pack away into the barrel before heading out to load them onto the boat. Though hey wait a second--] —Huh? Why are there two of these?
[These lads are really just out here doing whatever the hell, huh.
The paper Sieghart hands over says: Name: Master Splinter Age: 50 Travel Permit #: 1989 Rank: Captain Reason for travel: Transporting a dangerous prisoner of war]
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Should I take one, too?
[Lucretia is just over there pressing a thumb to her temple like CHILD PLEASE she is so tired and she already has to deal with so much, suddenly having to protect a kid was not on the to-do list. With that same concerned sternness from before, she looks between Soujirou and Sieghart.]
To be perfectly frank, it would be best if he stayed behind in one of the towns before the checkpoint, or at the checkpoint itself. Our men could take care of him there.
[As for their good friend Bear, Nikaido pipes up with:]
That bear's got a killer nose, but can't see at all. We've got a few things on board that'll buy us enough time to get some distance if it shows up, and a few things that could help cover up the smell.
[But speaking of smell, she'll move out the door after that, grabbing the head to pack away into the barrel before heading out to load them onto the boat. Though hey wait a second--] —Huh? Why are there two of these?
[These lads are really just out here doing whatever the hell, huh.
The paper Sieghart hands over says:
Name: Master Splinter
Age: 50
Travel Permit #: 1989
Rank: Captain
Reason for travel: Transporting a dangerous prisoner of war]