Yylfordt happily sliced through a Worgen that had made the fatal mistake of being here on a day that Grimmjow was in the area. He'd had a good time in Rush Valley, and it was good to talk normally to people that weren't Grimmjow and Szayel. He'd picked up some machina parts, and bits he could make parts out of, and a couple of new tools, and had then, quite cheerily, headed off with his two buddies to go and give the local wildlife a bad day.
They'd all needed to get out of the Palace. Yylfordt did all right because he could stay cooped up with an airship and be occupied for months, but the other two were restless. He hadn't wanted, really, to bring Apache along on this trip. He liked her well enough, but he didn't really want to take her into somewhere like Rush Valley and spend most of the day talking Al Bhed around her. She'd probably get bored, or pissy, and then kneecap him or something similarly unfortunate. Better to leave her behind, for Yylfordt's own health.
The other two felt it before he did, and then Yylfordt looked in the direction they were, and picked out the same trace. He hadn't encountered it himself for a long time, but he remembered it. "Caneuicmo, pnu?"
He looked at Grimmjow. It had been a long time ago that Yylfordt had last met the Ryoka Berserker, but he'd seen the playback of Grimjow's last scrap with the asshole. "Berserker boy doesn't seem to be alone," he pointed out, because he wasn't sure if Grimmjow was going to head over for a rematch or do the smart thing, although the chances were slim on the smart course of action being his route.
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Date: 2014-04-15 11:32 pm (UTC)They'd all needed to get out of the Palace. Yylfordt did all right because he could stay cooped up with an airship and be occupied for months, but the other two were restless. He hadn't wanted, really, to bring Apache along on this trip. He liked her well enough, but he didn't really want to take her into somewhere like Rush Valley and spend most of the day talking Al Bhed around her. She'd probably get bored, or pissy, and then kneecap him or something similarly unfortunate. Better to leave her behind, for Yylfordt's own health.
The other two felt it before he did, and then Yylfordt looked in the direction they were, and picked out the same trace. He hadn't encountered it himself for a long time, but he remembered it. "Caneuicmo, pnu?"
He looked at Grimmjow. It had been a long time ago that Yylfordt had last met the Ryoka Berserker, but he'd seen the playback of Grimjow's last scrap with the asshole. "Berserker boy doesn't seem to be alone," he pointed out, because he wasn't sure if Grimmjow was going to head over for a rematch or do the smart thing, although the chances were slim on the smart course of action being his route.