While Reigen was prepared for anything (of course) this would still be a surprise. Still, he didn't let it show as they kept moving forward to hotel.
Yeah. Spirits or no spirits, up close it wasn't any less spooky. He thought he could get a peek of anything inside but the windows were so obscured with dirt and dust it made no difference. Reigen mentally compared the visual to the opaque third eyelid of a snake.
"In any case...keep your wits about you. Just as we teach a healthy respect of the supernatural, we must foster a healthy respect of what ails our clients within ourselves."
Reigen dutifully pushed through the brush (sighing in silent exasperation at how many times his suit caught on a branch) to flank the hotel to its west side. It was said that explorers had carved out a direct path to the elevator via an old service entrance that way--ah. Yep. Right on cue. Those meticulous image board enthusiasts never let him down. An old service meter was mounted to the left of the door just as they'd described. It was as unassuming as any service entrance and it fulfilled its role in obediently opening for Reigen when he turned the knob.
Immediately, the sunbeams illuminated the dust suspended inside. Squinting, Reigen produced the flashlight from his briefcase and nodded for Mob to follow him inside. Not more than two steps in and something cracked under Reigen's foot and he pointed the flashlight at it--a pair of glasses and no owner in sight. He knelt to inspect them. The style was rather modern for a place that had been closed for some 50 years. "I'd say....someone must have lost these in a rush to get out."
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Date: 2023-08-15 04:52 am (UTC)Yeah. Spirits or no spirits, up close it wasn't any less spooky. He thought he could get a peek of anything inside but the windows were so obscured with dirt and dust it made no difference. Reigen mentally compared the visual to the opaque third eyelid of a snake.
"In any case...keep your wits about you. Just as we teach a healthy respect of the supernatural, we must foster a healthy respect of what ails our clients within ourselves."
Reigen dutifully pushed through the brush (sighing in silent exasperation at how many times his suit caught on a branch) to flank the hotel to its west side. It was said that explorers had carved out a direct path to the elevator via an old service entrance that way--ah. Yep. Right on cue. Those meticulous image board enthusiasts never let him down. An old service meter was mounted to the left of the door just as they'd described. It was as unassuming as any service entrance and it fulfilled its role in obediently opening for Reigen when he turned the knob.
Immediately, the sunbeams illuminated the dust suspended inside. Squinting, Reigen produced the flashlight from his briefcase and nodded for Mob to follow him inside. Not more than two steps in and something cracked under Reigen's foot and he pointed the flashlight at it--a pair of glasses and no owner in sight. He knelt to inspect them. The style was rather modern for a place that had been closed for some 50 years. "I'd say....someone must have lost these in a rush to get out."