[An early morning waking, a ten hour plane flight, a five hour hike through the shitty woods, and dumped out into an isolated village full of too-friendly people amid a creepy ass backdrop of foreboding woods. How the hell would any of the Outsiders feel comfortable here?! Couldn't LILITH have sent some damn drones over here first, scouted out the place, then called them to the field once the shitty kaiju was located? If they know shit's going on here, then the same fucking pattern's going to repeat itself. The Outsiders arrive, dick around for two weeks with some damn kaiju causing trouble and breathing down their necks, before said kaiju attacks the human settlement that NO ONE has fucking evacuated, and the Outsiders are supposed to engage in battle with them. While protecting these morons who won't listen to a single goddamn word he said about get the hell out of their shitty little village!
All things Katsuki's snarling about as he kicks the door shut behind him once Denji's inside their room. He "hell no'ed" to some old man offering them a stay in his house's guest room. Grabbing a room at the inn meant they didn't have to deal with some creepy ass guy knowing his way around the house they were in. Katsuki still shoves a chair in front of the door. Afraid? No. Wary as fuck? Yes. This is all playing out like one of those stupid horror films that occasionally bubbled up even in his superhero society.
The accommodations are nice enough. Off white walls bubble and pebble a little from manual paint instead of industry standard smooth. Wooden floors offer strong if slightly warped planks that aren't yet worn down from any regular traveling. The window panes' clear centers fade to a ghosted haze towards the dark wooden frames. Their voices have the tiniest echo caught in the room's tapered ceiling. Still... at least it's clean. Not dusty. Two chunky quaint beds sit on either side of the room adjacent to the windows, a single desk centered between them flanks its edges with moonlight. At least until two lanterns are lit and warm the room with orange glow.
Katsuki drops on his back atop a bed, glaring up at the ceiling.]
》light before the night
All things Katsuki's snarling about as he kicks the door shut behind him once Denji's inside their room. He "hell no'ed" to some old man offering them a stay in his house's guest room. Grabbing a room at the inn meant they didn't have to deal with some creepy ass guy knowing his way around the house they were in. Katsuki still shoves a chair in front of the door. Afraid? No. Wary as fuck? Yes. This is all playing out like one of those stupid horror films that occasionally bubbled up even in his superhero society.
The accommodations are nice enough. Off white walls bubble and pebble a little from manual paint instead of industry standard smooth. Wooden floors offer strong if slightly warped planks that aren't yet worn down from any regular traveling. The window panes' clear centers fade to a ghosted haze towards the dark wooden frames. Their voices have the tiniest echo caught in the room's tapered ceiling. Still... at least it's clean. Not dusty. Two chunky quaint beds sit on either side of the room adjacent to the windows, a single desk centered between them flanks its edges with moonlight. At least until two lanterns are lit and warm the room with orange glow.
Katsuki drops on his back atop a bed, glaring up at the ceiling.]
This place is fucked.