Snippet #1908693

"Yes, I know. I dislike dirtying my blades with scum..." Kaitsu said, back to her usual bored tone and strictly efficient manner.

"Come, we go to the captain to report." She gathered up the bottles of alcohol and threw the chain over her shoulders with a faint hint of that malicious grin still lingering, otherwise no one would never know what had transpired in that cabin. The door to the cabin hadn't been shut properly, the locks had been broken after all, and so the small Kaitsu Hoin deceptively delicately nudged the door open with her hip and nearly sauntered across the ship, her mood improving with each step as she thought of all the wonderful military-issue punishments (and then some that were rather... questionable in origin and nature) that might possibly befall to her to dole out on such a horrid bottom dweller of a scum of a man.

Her smooth, quick steps made her seem almost like she was gliding across the wooden surface and if not for the calculated effort put into each and every movement and non-movement, one might almost comment that there seemed to be a slight skip in her step. Not that Kaitsu would ever let such a thing happen.

Stopping in front of the Captain's quarters she cleared her throat in a quite deliberate manner, just loud enough to be heard through the wood and across the room inside, and lightly tapped the door with her foot, having no hands available to do so in a more traditionally dignified way.

"Captain Fletcher-taisho," True she needn't add her native honorific as it meant the same thing as the title of 'captain,' but it made her feel significantly less awkward, less like she was calling him too familiarly. That would be rather disrespectful and dishonorable and it would rather be a bother if she was forced to apologize through the ceremonial means of becoming a hitokiri-jin... No matter how she looked at it, it was better this way.

"We have the woman and I have confiscated all alcohol from that chikuso temeyarou. There was also a chain. Well used..." She would leave it at that. It would fall to the carpenter/surgeon to explain the rest with the woman. She had more important things to do. Like plot the death of certain people and run a ship... Besides, she really didn't want to get mad again, it was bad enough in front of witnesses left alive, let alone in front of the captain.