[ Miqo’te are hunters, and as such they are possessed of senses beyond that of normal humans. The smell of smoke reaches his nose first, tugging him out of his sleep, and he sits bolt upright in bed. X’rhun is well-acquainted with the smells of everything around him going up in flames, and he’s well-acquainted with just how quickly this sort of situation can go from bad to worse.
He doesn’t have the time to throw on his Duelist uniform— too many buckles and fiddly bits and he’s in a hurry— so he’s in the midst of tugging on the practical pair of boots that accompany the Perimeter Guard uniform he was given (and never wears) when a surge of… something kills the power.
He’s still only half-dressed in his boots and a pair of plain sweats, his rapier and crystal at his hips, a balled-up t-shirt in one hand when he nearly collides with Hana as she’s bolting into the room. ]
Whatever you’re doing, there’s no time. We need to get out of here.
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He doesn’t have the time to throw on his Duelist uniform— too many buckles and fiddly bits and he’s in a hurry— so he’s in the midst of tugging on the practical pair of boots that accompany the Perimeter Guard uniform he was given (and never wears) when a surge of… something kills the power.
He’s still only half-dressed in his boots and a pair of plain sweats, his rapier and crystal at his hips, a balled-up t-shirt in one hand when he nearly collides with Hana as she’s bolting into the room. ]
Whatever you’re doing, there’s no time. We need to get out of here.