[ Eizen sighs, but there’s nothing Rokurou can do except laugh. Who would miss this, he wonders? Well, maybe not his curse; but The Reaper himself...?
...That’s another conversation for another time. (A very long, very drunk conversation, indeed.) There are a lot of questions surrounding the whole thing that the swordsman hesitates to ask, even if he’s had weeks -- nearly a month, honestly -- to process everything.
Anyway, at a height disadvantage here, it takes the daemon backing up a couple of steps and making a semi-jogging, sincere, earnest jump for the ceiling to get both hands on either side of the service access. From there, however, he’s got more than enough upper body strength available to pull himself up by the metaphorical bootstraps and get his ridiculous hakama-clad ass up through the opening. From there, one can hear a dusting of hands and a notable exhale. ]
Not a bad workout, actually. [ And then, an arm pops down through that hole, hand extended directly to (what he can see of) Eizen. ] Here -- grab hold, I’ll help you up.
[ He knows Eizen can do it “his damn self”. But, clearly, since they’re fulfilling the roles of antiheroes in some kind of ridiculous action flick now in climbing on top of elevator cars like this, Rokurou’s gotta play the part of the dirty buddy cop and at least offer aid to his cohort. ]
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...That’s another conversation for another time. (A very long, very drunk conversation, indeed.) There are a lot of questions surrounding the whole thing that the swordsman hesitates to ask, even if he’s had weeks -- nearly a month, honestly -- to process everything.
Anyway, at a height disadvantage here, it takes the daemon backing up a couple of steps and making a semi-jogging, sincere, earnest jump for the ceiling to get both hands on either side of the service access. From there, however, he’s got more than enough upper body strength available to pull himself up by the metaphorical bootstraps and get his ridiculous hakama-clad ass up through the opening. From there, one can hear a dusting of hands and a notable exhale. ]
Not a bad workout, actually. [ And then, an arm pops down through that hole, hand extended directly to (what he can see of) Eizen. ] Here -- grab hold, I’ll help you up.
[ He knows Eizen can do it “his damn self”. But, clearly, since they’re fulfilling the roles of antiheroes in some kind of ridiculous action flick now in climbing on top of elevator cars like this, Rokurou’s gotta play the part of the dirty buddy cop and at least offer aid to his cohort. ]