[He's hyperaware of Shiro's state as they make their way down. Listening to his breathing, his steps, making sure nothing's amiss. (But even if he noted it, could he relaly tell Shiro to leave? He's as stubborn as Keith sometimes.)
The clinical stench hits him in stages the further they go. It's never a smell he's enjoyed, and the overlay of quintessence on top makes it worse. He wishes it didn't smell so strongly; how it's stayed so strong after this long is a mystery unto itself. The lights are more what he'd expected from somewhere this old. The flickering makes it hard to make out the writing, but it's clear someone spent more time down here than they needed. There's nothing here he understands except one thing: they probably shouldn't be here at all.
There are tables with tubes, beakers. Books half written in, sealed jars. There's so much here that someone else with a lot more experience could figure out.
It's when he hears something stirring that he remembers to keep an eye on Shiro. The lights go out as glass shatters and he's just barely able to make out something coming by the light of his blade coming forth.]
Shiro!
[He sees teeth close and swings, feeling his blade sink into something before it's gone, noise somewhere to the left of him.]
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The clinical stench hits him in stages the further they go. It's never a smell he's enjoyed, and the overlay of quintessence on top makes it worse. He wishes it didn't smell so strongly; how it's stayed so strong after this long is a mystery unto itself. The lights are more what he'd expected from somewhere this old. The flickering makes it hard to make out the writing, but it's clear someone spent more time down here than they needed. There's nothing here he understands except one thing: they probably shouldn't be here at all.
There are tables with tubes, beakers. Books half written in, sealed jars. There's so much here that someone else with a lot more experience could figure out.
It's when he hears something stirring that he remembers to keep an eye on Shiro. The lights go out as glass shatters and he's just barely able to make out something coming by the light of his blade coming forth.]
Shiro!
[He sees teeth close and swings, feeling his blade sink into something before it's gone, noise somewhere to the left of him.]