"Oh. Sorry." For not giving a better head's up- though hopefully the first arrivals has clued Sunjata in. That and the broadcast, the memory of which has Koa chuckling mirthlessly. "Yeah, things are pretty fucked. Tower fallen. People dying. Giant fucking dragon." He turns toward Jata, peering up from his hands, a manic sub-hysteria illuminating his eyes. "Wild how it's always dragons. You'd think we'd've made a more dragon-proof tower after the last time."
Ah, but there's still too much to do before he can fall apart. Exhaling forcefully, Koa forces himself to center again, forces the exhaustion back into its little box. "Help killing Dahlia?" he suggests drily, but the vein of anger and the glint in his eyes belies how fucking serious this desire actually is.
"Other than that?" Koa shrugs. "A safe place for my people while we regroup. I sent the civilians to Haulani for safety, but the Dragoons are at your disposal. Especially if involves fucking with the Family." This is personal for all his soldiers, now.
Ah, but there's still too much to do before he can fall apart. Exhaling forcefully, Koa forces himself to center again, forces the exhaustion back into its little box. "Help killing Dahlia?" he suggests drily, but the vein of anger and the glint in his eyes belies how fucking serious this desire actually is.
"Other than that?" Koa shrugs. "A safe place for my people while we regroup. I sent the civilians to Haulani for safety, but the Dragoons are at your disposal. Especially if involves fucking with the Family." This is personal for all his soldiers, now.
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