[As if to underline the stark difference between this floor and the last, Brook's stolen electronic votive candle flickers and dims to a quarter of its power. He feels the change in the air himself, though he can't say why he's suddenly so uneasy--except that it's much, much colder up here. Even his skin prickles.
He stops when Onni catches his sleeve. Listens. Considers the dark stretch of hall and the distant murmuring even he can hear. He doesn't like it, but...]
Okay.
[He tries to pocket his candle, realizes his costume has no pockets, grumbles, and sets it down by the closed-off stairs. It isn't giving off enough light to be useful, so continuing to carry it would just give away their position. Somehow, he gets the feeling that they don't want that. Not now.
Usually, he's the one stalking the helpless in the night. He can't say he cares for the role reversal.]
Don't let it get to you. [The atmosphere here, he means. Not... whatever else might get Onni in the dark.] I'll stay close.
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He stops when Onni catches his sleeve. Listens. Considers the dark stretch of hall and the distant murmuring even he can hear. He doesn't like it, but...]
Okay.
[He tries to pocket his candle, realizes his costume has no pockets, grumbles, and sets it down by the closed-off stairs. It isn't giving off enough light to be useful, so continuing to carry it would just give away their position. Somehow, he gets the feeling that they don't want that. Not now.
Usually, he's the one stalking the helpless in the night. He can't say he cares for the role reversal.]
Don't let it get to you. [The atmosphere here, he means. Not... whatever else might get Onni in the dark.] I'll stay close.