[Utsuho keeps watch from above; crossing the street in broad zigzags, rather than circles. Her spatial awareness helped in this regard, but it didn't stop things from being...too quiet. That usually wasn't the best thing to hear in hell--or, not-hear. Sometimes it meant a gas pocket had welled to the surface and snuffed out all the flames and life in an area and clung to the ground, like it was trapping the corpses against scavengers. Or it meant some alpha creature was around and everyone else was shutting up.
Okuu quite liked to think the latter was true, since she was winging around, but that's Okuu. In reality it probably wasn't in the least.
...but it was still too quiet, outside of the sound of footsteps.]
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Okuu quite liked to think the latter was true, since she was winging around, but that's Okuu. In reality it probably wasn't in the least.
...but it was still too quiet, outside of the sound of footsteps.]