[ Khun sounds confident enough, and maybe another day, that would have been good enough.
But a few blinks, and they'll find the area both darker and brighter than before; dark, with the sickly green shadows that seems to stick to everything, leaving an uncomfortably heavy feeling on the tongue. Bright, with the pulse of the moon above them, even though it's daytime.
Something shifts in the distance, amongst the trees turning to brick. Figures. Three of them.
Good job, you two.
They become clearer, even if they carry a faint ripple like the rest of the forest, like looking at something beneath a pool of water. But they become easy enough to see, eventually.
Two are unfamiliar. The third, however-
...Those things never leave Tartarus, right? The hell was one doin' all the way out here?
While younger, it's impossible to mistake the form of Shinjiro Aragaki. There's no beanie on his head, a slightly scuffed uniform in place of a familiar red jacket. And most importantly, he seems...brighter. Perhaps not in personality, but where the Shinjiro Khun is familiar with has an almost visible weight on his shoulders, there's no such thing for this younger visage. There are no circles under his eyes, no heaviness to his posture that suggests an invisible burden.
Shinjiro himself...doesn't look too good, features tightening as his grip on his axe turns white-knuckled. ]
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But a few blinks, and they'll find the area both darker and brighter than before; dark, with the sickly green shadows that seems to stick to everything, leaving an uncomfortably heavy feeling on the tongue. Bright, with the pulse of the moon above them, even though it's daytime.
Something shifts in the distance, amongst the trees turning to brick. Figures. Three of them.
Good job, you two.
They become clearer, even if they carry a faint ripple like the rest of the forest, like looking at something beneath a pool of water. But they become easy enough to see, eventually.
Two are unfamiliar. The third, however-
...Those things never leave Tartarus, right? The hell was one doin' all the way out here?
While younger, it's impossible to mistake the form of Shinjiro Aragaki. There's no beanie on his head, a slightly scuffed uniform in place of a familiar red jacket. And most importantly, he seems...brighter. Perhaps not in personality, but where the Shinjiro Khun is familiar with has an almost visible weight on his shoulders, there's no such thing for this younger visage. There are no circles under his eyes, no heaviness to his posture that suggests an invisible burden.
Shinjiro himself...doesn't look too good, features tightening as his grip on his axe turns white-knuckled. ]
...'Course it couldn't pick anything else.