The Heavens are going to go knocking down their doors one way or another, but at least Jakob would feel much safer himself in their home turf, however strange and eldritch and difficult to clean its infinite stairs are.
Of course, Add has to tack on yet another last-minute instruction just before cutting him off—
“You what?”
He heard it all loud and clear, dammit, and he wishes he hadn’t. And he’s definitely looking quite peevish about it—or maybe it’s because he’s squinting in the sudden glare of the outside world. It feels almost an eternity since they’d been outside, and…oh.
He has the sinking feeling that he’s going to have to clean up all of this and make all the necessary structural repairs, besides. His neat freak tendencies are so offended by all this devastation, in fact, that he completely fails to notice the smoldering gaze of all the shinki surrounding them. Indeed, a tiny moan from Add is what snaps him out of an angry butlery reverie as he turns to face Amaterasu’s shinki, straightens up, drawing Add protectively close to him, and clears his throat in a way that absolutely commands respect—or at any rate, demands it upon the implicit threat of being grounded.
Which Add is totally going to be.
“Yes, well, you’re welcome,” Jakob tells them, a trifle testily. “We will of course reimburse you for the damages we’ve caused in saving the Heavens from a most terrible monstrosity, and I will personally see to the disposal of this creature just as soon as I see to my god’s recovery.”
Without even waiting for a reply he quickly marches off in the direction of Henir’s temple, even jostling aside a few of the baffled shinki in their wake. He maintains no more than a brisk pace for now—not with all eyes on them and every possibility of guilt emerging the moment he breaks into a run, but his heart’s pounding madly in his chest as he tries to figure out how to properly escape from here. There are several dozen shinki around and Jakob would rather not have to fight them, but if he has to hand over his god then even experiencing the wrath of the Ladlevataein will be a mercy to all the Heavens.
no subject
Of course, Add has to tack on yet another last-minute instruction just before cutting him off—
“You what?”
He heard it all loud and clear, dammit, and he wishes he hadn’t. And he’s definitely looking quite peevish about it—or maybe it’s because he’s squinting in the sudden glare of the outside world. It feels almost an eternity since they’d been outside, and…oh.
He has the sinking feeling that he’s going to have to clean up all of this and make all the necessary structural repairs, besides. His neat freak tendencies are so offended by all this devastation, in fact, that he completely fails to notice the smoldering gaze of all the shinki surrounding them. Indeed, a tiny moan from Add is what snaps him out of an angry butlery reverie as he turns to face Amaterasu’s shinki, straightens up, drawing Add protectively close to him, and clears his throat in a way that absolutely commands respect—or at any rate, demands it upon the implicit threat of being grounded.
Which Add is totally going to be.
“Yes, well, you’re welcome,” Jakob tells them, a trifle testily. “We will of course reimburse you for the damages we’ve caused in saving the Heavens from a most terrible monstrosity, and I will personally see to the disposal of this creature just as soon as I see to my god’s recovery.”
Without even waiting for a reply he quickly marches off in the direction of Henir’s temple, even jostling aside a few of the baffled shinki in their wake. He maintains no more than a brisk pace for now—not with all eyes on them and every possibility of guilt emerging the moment he breaks into a run, but his heart’s pounding madly in his chest as he tries to figure out how to properly escape from here. There are several dozen shinki around and Jakob would rather not have to fight them, but if he has to hand over his god then even experiencing the wrath of the Ladlevataein will be a mercy to all the Heavens.