[One of the benefits of arriving in a strange place still furnished with your very own extremely lethal weapon is that there's no question as to what to do first. Not that there ever is, with Hak; he so rarely hesitates, could probably stand to do it more, but in a crisis, at least, he's dependable.]
[The trouble, the first thing he needs to fix, is that no one is here to depend on him. That isn't correct. This isn't Kouka, of course, but that's a secondary concern. He was brought here by an enemy, obviously, and as such his job is to kill them and find Yona, not necessarily in that order. Ideally not in that order.]
[He could really do with a handful of dragons right now. Figures that when you need them they're nowhere around.]
[In any case: he starts making his way away from the train station. He won't get far, though. Because the first person he meets, if they get close enough, will have the blade of his hsu quandao resting delicately against their throat and a blank, Very Done stare leveled in their direction.]
Take me to whoever's in charge. And do it quickly if you don't want to get a lot shorter.
[He's so cool.]
two. network
[Witness: one staring face. Hak is lots of things, many of them good, even, but none of them are tech savvy, so. He just starts poking at the buttons at a fairly dizzying speed. Whoop, his screen's turned sideways. Whoop, it's black and white now. Black and white and upside down. Sepia! Who knew. Normal again, and—]
[And now it's voice. There's silence for a moment before he speaks, flatly.]
Did it stop doing that? Finally. Who needs that . . .
I need new clothes. These have blood on them. Where can I find those?
hak | yona of the dawn
[One of the benefits of arriving in a strange place still furnished with your very own extremely lethal weapon is that there's no question as to what to do first. Not that there ever is, with Hak; he so rarely hesitates, could probably stand to do it more, but in a crisis, at least, he's dependable.]
[The trouble, the first thing he needs to fix, is that no one is here to depend on him. That isn't correct. This isn't Kouka, of course, but that's a secondary concern. He was brought here by an enemy, obviously, and as such his job is to kill them and find Yona, not necessarily in that order. Ideally not in that order.]
[He could really do with a handful of dragons right now. Figures that when you need them they're nowhere around.]
[In any case: he starts making his way away from the train station. He won't get far, though. Because the first person he meets, if they get close enough, will have the blade of his hsu quandao resting delicately against their throat and a blank, Very Done stare leveled in their direction.]
Take me to whoever's in charge. And do it quickly if you don't want to get a lot shorter.
[He's so cool.]
two. network
[Witness: one staring face. Hak is lots of things, many of them good, even, but none of them are tech savvy, so. He just starts poking at the buttons at a fairly dizzying speed. Whoop, his screen's turned sideways. Whoop, it's black and white now. Black and white and upside down. Sepia! Who knew. Normal again, and—]
[And now it's voice. There's silence for a moment before he speaks, flatly.]
Did it stop doing that? Finally. Who needs that . . .
I need new clothes. These have blood on them. Where can I find those?
[A beat. And another. Eventually:]
It's not mine.