He didn't know what was worse, the chills constantly running down his back... or the fact that it really was hard to see in this place. He was used to walking around in the Darkness, using his nose to see what his eyes could not. But this... this wasn't the Darkness. This was a run down hospital cast in shadows. The sky was dark, dusk was coming, and whatever windows this place used to have were grimy and broken, covered by debris and the collection of Hearts knew what over years. So, once he'd stubbed his toes a few dozen times on random pieces of stuff he hadn't even seen, Riku decided to take a chance. Gloved fingers reached up and pulled that blindfold back, pushing it up until it rested over his forehead. He could feel the pull of Darkness, especially in this place, but he wasn't letting it show in more than a sliver of gold in his otherwise aquamarine eyes. No transformations for him today.
Still, he followed the two of them further into the gloom, his hand twitching at every creak in the house, every chill he felt race down his spine. Souleater was always five seconds away from being called to his side, and he could feel that power and presence inside of him roiling uncomfortably. The girl he could keep track of, seeing as he had moved until she was within his sights. Okami? Well, that jingling of his earring made him simple to track, too.
Either way, now that he'd committed himself this much, there was no use in turning back. Okami was a doctor, that he knew, and he knew nothing of this woman's abilities. He didn't doubt that they knew some form of self defense to have survived longer than him in such a place, but he wasn't going to just leave it at that and walk away. He may not be a hero, but like hell was he going to just turn his back on people he might be able to save. Not if he didn't have anything better to do, that is.
Well, at least he was calm until Okami decided to speak up. Then he couldn't help but jump and turn a bit as dark purple fire - barely bright enough to give any light - formed in his palm for just a second. Then, he tightened his fist, cutting off the flow of magic, and forced himself to take a deep breath in and out before reaching up and pulling the fabric down over now pure gold eyes, forcing the Darkness inside him to retreat.
"Hard to believe this used to be a hospital," he muttered just after Okami asked his question, barely loud enough to be considered interrupting. He was curious to hear the answer, sure. But something about this place was unnerving him. He wasn't normally one for small talk, but anything was better than silently waiting for whatever was lurking in the shadows of this place.
/SOBS random windbag ahoy ;;
Still, he followed the two of them further into the gloom, his hand twitching at every creak in the house, every chill he felt race down his spine. Souleater was always five seconds away from being called to his side, and he could feel that power and presence inside of him roiling uncomfortably. The girl he could keep track of, seeing as he had moved until she was within his sights. Okami? Well, that jingling of his earring made him simple to track, too.
Either way, now that he'd committed himself this much, there was no use in turning back. Okami was a doctor, that he knew, and he knew nothing of this woman's abilities. He didn't doubt that they knew some form of self defense to have survived longer than him in such a place, but he wasn't going to just leave it at that and walk away. He may not be a hero, but like hell was he going to just turn his back on people he might be able to save. Not if he didn't have anything better to do, that is.
Well, at least he was calm until Okami decided to speak up. Then he couldn't help but jump and turn a bit as dark purple fire - barely bright enough to give any light - formed in his palm for just a second. Then, he tightened his fist, cutting off the flow of magic, and forced himself to take a deep breath in and out before reaching up and pulling the fabric down over now pure gold eyes, forcing the Darkness inside him to retreat.
"Hard to believe this used to be a hospital," he muttered just after Okami asked his question, barely loud enough to be considered interrupting. He was curious to hear the answer, sure. But something about this place was unnerving him. He wasn't normally one for small talk, but anything was better than silently waiting for whatever was lurking in the shadows of this place.