Masaomi turned to watch Ishida struggle with the radio, eyebrows raising a bit as the announcement continued. It was weird — surpriiiiise, hahaha — and got progressively weirder, which he didn't think was possible after the semi-serious mention of dying in the woods and portals and transportation rings. Once it ended, he wasn't sure whether he was entertained or wanted try to find a quick exit (stage right or left, he wasn't about to be picky). Stuck somewhere in limbo between the two, maybe he could recognize the questions arising from something like curiosity more than fear — though there wasn't supposed to be any of either to see here, no, not when it'd gotten him so entrenched in trouble before.
In any case, like Ishida, Masaomi hadn't seen any rings or portals or cameras, unless there really had been a few situated in the bathrooms. If he strained, he imagined he could hear echoes of people who had been here before. Recently, too...
"A bright side dawns," he finally replied, twirling the flashlight as if it was a laser pointer. Light refracted from the smooth metal accents of the corridor, and he relaxed at the thought that the shadows here weren't as all-absorbing as a Dullahan and her horse's. "Signs of life! This Marc guy might even know what's going on behind-the-scenes."
That didn't mean the guy sounded exactly trustworthy. Dark abysses didn't sound all that great, and neither did the invitation to try again with the rings... was it just him, or did the tone not match up well with the content of the speech? Cutting off at an ominous moment like that was more cliché than Marc could afford, as far as Masaomi was concerned... but he kept in mind that neither he nor Ishida were in a position to know for sure. Too bad the radio was really unlikely to work two ways, not like in chats. Marc could be telling the truth as well.
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In any case, like Ishida, Masaomi hadn't seen any rings or portals or cameras, unless there really had been a few situated in the bathrooms. If he strained, he imagined he could hear echoes of people who had been here before. Recently, too...
"A bright side dawns," he finally replied, twirling the flashlight as if it was a laser pointer. Light refracted from the smooth metal accents of the corridor, and he relaxed at the thought that the shadows here weren't as all-absorbing as a Dullahan and her horse's. "Signs of life! This Marc guy might even know what's going on behind-the-scenes."
That didn't mean the guy sounded exactly trustworthy. Dark abysses didn't sound all that great, and neither did the invitation to try again with the rings... was it just him, or did the tone not match up well with the content of the speech? Cutting off at an ominous moment like that was more cliché than Marc could afford, as far as Masaomi was concerned... but he kept in mind that neither he nor Ishida were in a position to know for sure. Too bad the radio was really unlikely to work two ways, not like in chats. Marc could be telling the truth as well.
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