[Something's been up with the mirrors... At this point it's clear it's just going to get worse if something isn't done, but reacting just in time to dodge a spectral hand hit the limit of Shin's willingness to investigate in that direction.
They're easy to avoid in some senses, and difficult in others, especially given Shin's penchant for cleanliness. It was only for a moment, stopping at a flash of spring green out the corner of his eyes, an unfamiliar empty room with the edge of someone leaving it and a crumbling ceiling... he blinks, and that's too much time. Cold hands below a familiar silhouette reach out and have him by the arm, the scarf, and he's as incapable of fighting the pull as he was against Maple, getting sucked in and drowned with a cry.
He doesn't know why that feels familiar, if off, as well. The sense of disorientation lingers when his feet once more settle on floor, not helped by the myriad reflections of himself scattered across every available surface, like he was smashed apart on landing here.
He shivers, drawing his scarf up to his face and hunching in. It's so cold, it feels like it's gone down into his bones and stuck his teeth together.]
T-this again...
[High-alert stress fights up against the pressing urge to find somewhere to curl up and sleep. Is there a smell of vanilla?]
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They're easy to avoid in some senses, and difficult in others, especially given Shin's penchant for cleanliness. It was only for a moment, stopping at a flash of spring green out the corner of his eyes, an unfamiliar empty room with the edge of someone leaving it and a crumbling ceiling... he blinks, and that's too much time. Cold hands below a familiar silhouette reach out and have him by the arm, the scarf, and he's as incapable of fighting the pull as he was against Maple, getting sucked in and drowned with a cry.
He doesn't know why that feels familiar, if off, as well. The sense of disorientation lingers when his feet once more settle on floor, not helped by the myriad reflections of himself scattered across every available surface, like he was smashed apart on landing here.
He shivers, drawing his scarf up to his face and hunching in. It's so cold, it feels like it's gone down into his bones and stuck his teeth together.]
T-this again...
[High-alert stress fights up against the pressing urge to find somewhere to curl up and sleep. Is there a smell of vanilla?]