Ok. So: looking-like-the-enemy had seemed slightly less risky than being even-somewhat-unarmored in the vicinity of a berserk Zahra. The Ring-Spirit is NOT remotely confident enough in their 'friendship' to believe that Zahra would both recognize him and care enough for that to stop them. Sure, Zahra may have been demolishing the other, actual-Blackwatch-members' armor easily enough, but. Armor is armor, unarmored is unarmored.
Only Zahra's screaming had just now cut off, and super-abruptly, soooo... hopefully they're unconscious. Somehow. Finally. At least unconscious enough that the Ring-Spirit can risk switching out some of his stolen Blackwatch Pokearmor for an attempt at identify self as not, in fact, legit-Blackwatch,,
So Mako's greeted by somebody in full Blackwatch Pokearmor Appearing from who-knows-where (the armor had clearly been BLATANTLY insufficient, of course he'd also been hiding behind shit) hurriedly removing his helmet, revealing long white hair (which immediately forms a pair of horn/antenna-things?? why) "Infiltrated, your side, ah. ...Everything's gone to hell, so assistance is. probably needed, yeah."
He doesn't look freaked out. He's fine. Totally fine.
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Ok. So: looking-like-the-enemy had seemed slightly less risky than being even-somewhat-unarmored in the vicinity of a berserk Zahra. The Ring-Spirit is NOT remotely confident enough in their 'friendship' to believe that Zahra would both recognize him and care enough for that to stop them. Sure, Zahra may have been demolishing the other, actual-Blackwatch-members' armor easily enough, but. Armor is armor, unarmored is unarmored.
Only Zahra's screaming had just now cut off, and super-abruptly, soooo... hopefully they're unconscious. Somehow. Finally. At least unconscious enough that the Ring-Spirit can risk switching out some of his stolen Blackwatch Pokearmor for an attempt at identify self as not, in fact, legit-Blackwatch,,
So Mako's greeted by somebody in full Blackwatch Pokearmor Appearing from who-knows-where (the armor had clearly been BLATANTLY insufficient, of course he'd also been hiding behind shit) hurriedly removing his helmet, revealing long white hair (which immediately forms a pair of horn/antenna-things?? why) "Infiltrated, your side, ah. ...Everything's gone to hell, so assistance is. probably needed, yeah."
He doesn't look freaked out. He's fine. Totally fine.