[ She hears him stutter as he speaks, reassured in one way, less so in another. Both of them being afraid means neither one of them is alone in that fear. It also means they're both afraid.
She steels her shoulders, resolutely continuing to move forward. When Jack hesitates, she pauses as well; his offer is one she takes up with a: ]
Mm!
[ As her fingers found the material of his jacket, fisting into it. She's not sure if she's anchoring him, or herself, as she looks around, the squelching sounds of unrelentless, off-beat footsteps coming ever closer. ]
That's a gun, isn't it.
[ Her tone doesn't quite hit "questioning," though she does mean it as a question. Taking the steps as he does, she opts to look back, seeing a glimpse of a pale face that reminds her of a mask. It has her tilting her head to the side, less frightened in that moment than confused.
It's strange, being reminded of those she doesn't think she was supposed to have seen again for some time yet. That wasn't No Face, she knew, but something in their manner reminded her of his movements within the bath house.
Chihiro shivers, taking another step down and sticking close to Jack's side, now looking forward. The stairs extend down into darkness, but it smells better down this way, as if the draft that had chilled them in the hall above came from some sweet place down below. A hint of baking bread and honeysuckle is an odd mix; made odder still as a soft humming emanated from the darkness below.
Behind, the gurgling of a brook, or of someone washing their mouth out slowly with mouthwash, grew steadily louder alongside the footsteps. Chihiro swallows, telling herself that whatever it is, they can handle. Though possibly not with a gun. ]
Is that a light?
[ She's looking past them into the dark below, not asking about the light thrown by Jack's gun so much as the diffuse, gentle purple-reddish glow that grows stronger in increments the further down they go. It comes from underneath a door down the length of the very dark hall they're descending into, from a crack underneath the door, outlining the sides. It's warmer down here; humid, she thinks, and she swallows again as they move further down. This is a very strange house, and she's not so sure she needs to bother with finding a bathroom anymore. Not over getting out of this place as a whole! ]
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She steels her shoulders, resolutely continuing to move forward. When Jack hesitates, she pauses as well; his offer is one she takes up with a: ]
Mm!
[ As her fingers found the material of his jacket, fisting into it. She's not sure if she's anchoring him, or herself, as she looks around, the squelching sounds of unrelentless, off-beat footsteps coming ever closer. ]
That's a gun, isn't it.
[ Her tone doesn't quite hit "questioning," though she does mean it as a question. Taking the steps as he does, she opts to look back, seeing a glimpse of a pale face that reminds her of a mask. It has her tilting her head to the side, less frightened in that moment than confused.
It's strange, being reminded of those she doesn't think she was supposed to have seen again for some time yet. That wasn't No Face, she knew, but something in their manner reminded her of his movements within the bath house.
Chihiro shivers, taking another step down and sticking close to Jack's side, now looking forward. The stairs extend down into darkness, but it smells better down this way, as if the draft that had chilled them in the hall above came from some sweet place down below. A hint of baking bread and honeysuckle is an odd mix; made odder still as a soft humming emanated from the darkness below.
Behind, the gurgling of a brook, or of someone washing their mouth out slowly with mouthwash, grew steadily louder alongside the footsteps. Chihiro swallows, telling herself that whatever it is, they can handle. Though possibly not with a gun. ]
Is that a light?
[ She's looking past them into the dark below, not asking about the light thrown by Jack's gun so much as the diffuse, gentle purple-reddish glow that grows stronger in increments the further down they go. It comes from underneath a door down the length of the very dark hall they're descending into, from a crack underneath the door, outlining the sides. It's warmer down here; humid, she thinks, and she swallows again as they move further down. This is a very strange house, and she's not so sure she needs to bother with finding a bathroom anymore. Not over getting out of this place as a whole! ]