"I believe so." Rokuro holds the tablet close to his body and climbs up on the tallest boxes near the hole in the canvas, popping his head out to look at Tech. He heard that eye-roll. When Tech moves into position Rokuro will gently toss the tablet down to him. He's about to jump down himself when he realizes the fortunate position he's in.
"I will find our next target. I can see everyone, but they cannot see me." Rokuro does have the high ground after all. Badum tch. Laying on his belly, he crawls onto the top of the roof, careful not to place all his weight on the canvas stretched between metal struts. The last thing they need is for him to fall through and make a racket.
Rather than looking with his left eye, he pushes away the bandages over his right eye to see with his chalcedony eye. That way he can see the blood of each human standing out brightly against the dark, like the most primitive form of infra-red vision.
He's just about marked the positions of every driver and truck in his mind when one of the Sylphid security guards begins walking towards them, likely to ensure the back of the convoy is still secure. Rokuro moves as quickly as he can to the back of the truck, gently rapping his knuckles against metal siding to get his attention, then gesturing in the direction of the guard heading his way.
Rokuro could stop his heart again, but he isn't certain that's the best course of action-- which is why he's looking to Tech for his silent affirmation, or a hint of what he might do.
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"I will find our next target. I can see everyone, but they cannot see me." Rokuro does have the high ground after all. Badum tch. Laying on his belly, he crawls onto the top of the roof, careful not to place all his weight on the canvas stretched between metal struts. The last thing they need is for him to fall through and make a racket.
Rather than looking with his left eye, he pushes away the bandages over his right eye to see with his chalcedony eye. That way he can see the blood of each human standing out brightly against the dark, like the most primitive form of infra-red vision.
He's just about marked the positions of every driver and truck in his mind when one of the Sylphid security guards begins walking towards them, likely to ensure the back of the convoy is still secure. Rokuro moves as quickly as he can to the back of the truck, gently rapping his knuckles against metal siding to get his attention, then gesturing in the direction of the guard heading his way.
Rokuro could stop his heart again, but he isn't certain that's the best course of action-- which is why he's looking to Tech for his silent affirmation, or a hint of what he might do.