[Something more than that. Do they have time to unpack whatever it is? Unlikely. The castle walls tower over them in suffocating ominous gloom, shadows press in from all sides with threats ready to leap, the scent of blood cloys each breath with rusty iron and drying copper, with the ever-present clock of worry ticking away inside their heads. It's no wonder miserable and pathetic twist into a decrepit miasma searching for anything it can seep into.
Bakugo isn't immune to that gross feeling, despite not being "spiritually aware" like other Outsiders (Raidou and Tsurumaru) who sense that kind of stuff easily. But if its a feeling of everything being "wrong" in this place? Yeah, he knows.]
What tipped you off, Jiji? Murder, blood, and kidnapping? [He leans forward, starting down the hall at a fast clip, expecting Tsurumaru to keep aligned with him. The skulls, torture traps, cultist decorations aren't offering any attempts to hide what's happening either.] Once we find that damn kaiju and take it out, this bullshit stops.
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Bakugo isn't immune to that gross feeling, despite not being "spiritually aware" like other Outsiders (Raidou and Tsurumaru) who sense that kind of stuff easily. But if its a feeling of everything being "wrong" in this place? Yeah, he knows.]
What tipped you off, Jiji? Murder, blood, and kidnapping? [He leans forward, starting down the hall at a fast clip, expecting Tsurumaru to keep aligned with him. The skulls, torture traps, cultist decorations aren't offering any attempts to hide what's happening either.] Once we find that damn kaiju and take it out, this bullshit stops.