This massive turn is probably my last one in here, but I'll might put in another short one later, before the end of the week.
Rayon ignored completely the girl who was throwing a blue fit in the middle of the already heated situation. If it were for him, he would have just got there and slapped her on the face. It would not probably do much, but she would quite down for a while nonetheless. His attention had been focused to the defeatist who was annoying them all with his weak spine and soul, babbling around about swords and spells, and god only knew whatever he was afraid of. ‘Be a man,’ the gaunt citizen wanted to shout, ‘stand up for the cause!’ Luckily for the dirty brat, Rayon had subdued his necessity to get up and slap him too, when Orion had responded. Their leader had gone as far as to show something extremely important to their cause, something that would turn the table in their favour when used. And they would use it soon.
A quick glance around the campfire highlighted all those that had remained quiet, maintaining their thoughts for themselves, waiting without acting. The revolutionist had a very clear idea of what he would like to do to them, but their revolt was open to all kind of people, either hot-headed or patient. Nevertheless, the growing winding doubts about their chances in their project were a slight on their beliefs. On his beliefs. If there is even one an other that start his rigmarole on the risks and whatnot, Rayon commented mentally, I swear to a kinder god that I will strike him down tooth and nail… I’ll show him that you don’t need any flashy weapon or power to do some real damages. The opportunity didn’t show up for him to smite the infidels, but a different, much more interesting shot came his way.
A calm figure had valuable intelligence on how to infiltrate a small group of them inside Seireitei. Knowing the weak points of the militia patrols or which gates were less guarded were information worth more than fresh water to a thirsty man. On the other hand, Rayon was a cautious man, and something in this newcomer’s attitude looked fishy: it was not just the fact that he had appeared apparently from nowhere, but it was also because he had exactly what they needed most. The gaunt revolutionary was also pretty sure that the man had not stated his name, or anything else. That was true for the most of them; Orion had probably planned that stop in order to gather everybody in a single place to prepare everything in an orderly fashion. Yet, Rayon could not rest completely at ease.
“Who are you that are so willingly to give these information out?” the scarred individual enquired with anger, “and where did you get them?”
His voice made echo to the peremptory tone of his leader. It was evident that Orion himself was dubious about the man’s motives. Their protests, on the other hand, were partially covered by a voice that gave even too many details about him and his relatives. When his name was coupled with that of the peeving blatherer, Rayon nodded in the direction of Haruki even if he was quite pestered. After all, he would never contradict a direct order from Orion.
“As soon as you are ready,” Rayon said, taking the flag from the outstretched hand of his leader, “son of SQN.”
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