Skan's ears lift slightly, a considering gaze, long and searching, intense with his raptor's eyes. But he nods, slowly. Alright. He would simply have to trust Viktor, then, and that much was easy.
Abruptly, Skan surges to his feet again, pacing until he's directly in front of Viktor, and then sits. The pose is catlike, poised, professional, and quite stiff except for the twitching tip of a feathered tail, betraying his nervousness. A soldier, giving his report, to the man in the chair.
"I carried him to the cliffs," He begins, not mentioning that he'd have done it on stage, if not for— Well. Jax might have been the most obnoxious person in Caldera, but even Skan could admit that a public execution might've been taking it a bit too far, "The ones that aren't shored up yet. He called me a chicken, and I gave him a chance to apologize, for any of it. For hurting you. He didn't seem to think there was anything to apologize for, not that he could remember."
He pauses a moment, gauging the reaction. But only a moment; you couldn't pause in the middle of delivering a report, after all. This was about professionalism. Procedure. Details.
"I'll admit it: I was angry. He didn't seem to think I was serious, not even with me literally standing on him, so I put my claws into him. I explained that every Visitor was being left to do as he pleases, and that that wasn't a license to treat people as prey. I told him he'd wake up in a few days, and I warned him off any more tormenting the meek and helpless, when he did. Then I made sure he wouldn't be getting up... Eventually, he bled to death. I waited until the body went, left the gem where it fell, and went for a wash-up before I returned to the group."
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Abruptly, Skan surges to his feet again, pacing until he's directly in front of Viktor, and then sits. The pose is catlike, poised, professional, and quite stiff except for the twitching tip of a feathered tail, betraying his nervousness. A soldier, giving his report, to the man in the chair.
"I carried him to the cliffs," He begins, not mentioning that he'd have done it on stage, if not for— Well. Jax might have been the most obnoxious person in Caldera, but even Skan could admit that a public execution might've been taking it a bit too far, "The ones that aren't shored up yet. He called me a chicken, and I gave him a chance to apologize, for any of it. For hurting you. He didn't seem to think there was anything to apologize for, not that he could remember."
He pauses a moment, gauging the reaction. But only a moment; you couldn't pause in the middle of delivering a report, after all. This was about professionalism. Procedure. Details.
"I'll admit it: I was angry. He didn't seem to think I was serious, not even with me literally standing on him, so I put my claws into him. I explained that every Visitor was being left to do as he pleases, and that that wasn't a license to treat people as prey. I told him he'd wake up in a few days, and I warned him off any more tormenting the meek and helpless, when he did. Then I made sure he wouldn't be getting up... Eventually, he bled to death. I waited until the body went, left the gem where it fell, and went for a wash-up before I returned to the group."