that was pointlesss. we could have stayed strangers
Arsen ruins his own pride and reputation by flinching - obviously - as Remi throws the machete; it's hard not to be perfectly terrified of the man who did such a good job of it last time. Besides, the Lullaby proved himself capable of calling off the beast that had attacked before - that means he's perfectly able to call it back again. And so up they go, Arsen taking the other man's advice (threats?) and being peculiarly careful with the boughs and branches.
His talons are very well cared for, the alchemist will find, and Arsen doesn't struggle to make clean, precise snips, even if he's forced to hover awkwardly by the trees. (He's made for swooping and grabbing more than this business). Still, he nearly falls out of the air altogether as it's revealed that Ludo and Mort are responsible for the orders, the harpy snorting and shaking his head. "Of course they are," he mutters. "I guess I should have expected as much, hangin' around with the fuckin' Lullaby."
His talons are very well cared for, the alchemist will find, and Arsen doesn't struggle to make clean, precise snips, even if he's forced to hover awkwardly by the trees. (He's made for swooping and grabbing more than this business). Still, he nearly falls out of the air altogether as it's revealed that Ludo and Mort are responsible for the orders, the harpy snorting and shaking his head. "Of course they are," he mutters. "I guess I should have expected as much, hangin' around with the fuckin' Lullaby."
Arsen
