[Though he had been sporting a pretty impressive black eye for their first week in Inazuma City, Lutha now appears relatively normal. Looks like someone was gracious enough (or was threatened enough) to heal him. Still, he's far more subdued as they head out, always staying off the bows of the boats in favor of staying beneath deck. Boats are bad and he will never stop being a boat hermit.]
MIKAGE FURNACE
[The atmosphere around the furnace drips of an unfamiliar element, one that sinks into the bones and almost hurts. Lutha's legitimately surprised to see that other living things are actively brooding around the grounds. The color of the water on the grounds underneath their feet has his blood running cold, but with plenty of entrances up above the ground, it's easier to swallow down his dread.
Besides, they have more of an issue at hand. Listening to the Shrine Maidens and the Shogunate army bicker back and forth was too much of a pain when neither would bother to action. It's... familiar, in a way, this impatience that stirs him up.
Thankfully, he's not stupid enough to go alone this time. He's tagging along with the group that's headed off to investigate, having to take an alarmed breath at the feel of Electro that comes from the Tatarigumi.
By reflex, his hand reaches for his gun. Instead, he grips his Vision, letting out a breath.]
If something can be sabotaged, it can be put back together. And if other people are in there, there has to be a way to get to the middle of it safely.
[He'll give a nod of his head.] Come on. We need a better look.
YASHIORI ISLAND -- THREE OPTIONS
[Wow! This sucks!
Whenever the boats land on the shores to the sound of heavy rain battering the decks, his soul about exits his body through his mouth. Clearly the gods hate him and he's just going to be in a constant state of disaster. Woe is him.
Thankfully, Lutha's combat is almost completely ranged. While he can't quite set things on fire due to all the rain, a gun is still a gun, and so long as the young man has cover he'll still provide support to others trying to fend off those affected by whatever is infecting this island. The serpent's head, for as intimidating as it looks, is a blessing in disguise, and one might find him off in a dry corner trying to re-collect himself.
---
It's when the group first encounters the gorge that something changes about Lutha's countenance. His face goes almost ashen, even with their height up from the water below. Water which radiates an unnatural purple, that radiates with the same manic energy as the furnace. It looks like a safe enough jump to make with a glider, and others might be making it themselves to get to the village, or to get to the serpent's winding skeleton. So why does he seem frozen in place?
---
The village itself that sits on Yashiori Island has its own combat. So many soldiers, so much combat, and exhaustion comes quickly. He's stumbling onto the porch of one of the many buildings, catching his breath as he slides his back against the wall, making sure he's faced away from the wind. To look over what remains of the people who still live on this island, of houses that were very obviously once lived in and now driven empty by something beyond their control...
It's hard not to see this possibly happening at home, and his exhaustion turns somber as he takes a softer look around the village, now littered with the downed bodies of the mad samurai.]
Lutha | PYRO
MIKAGE FURNACE
[The atmosphere around the furnace drips of an unfamiliar element, one that sinks into the bones and almost hurts. Lutha's legitimately surprised to see that other living things are actively brooding around the grounds. The color of the water on the grounds underneath their feet has his blood running cold, but with plenty of entrances up above the ground, it's easier to swallow down his dread.
Besides, they have more of an issue at hand. Listening to the Shrine Maidens and the Shogunate army bicker back and forth was too much of a pain when neither would bother to action. It's... familiar, in a way, this impatience that stirs him up.
Thankfully, he's not stupid enough to go alone this time. He's tagging along with the group that's headed off to investigate, having to take an alarmed breath at the feel of Electro that comes from the Tatarigumi.
By reflex, his hand reaches for his gun. Instead, he grips his Vision, letting out a breath.]
If something can be sabotaged, it can be put back together. And if other people are in there, there has to be a way to get to the middle of it safely.
[He'll give a nod of his head.] Come on. We need a better look.
YASHIORI ISLAND -- THREE OPTIONS
[Wow! This sucks!
Whenever the boats land on the shores to the sound of heavy rain battering the decks, his soul about exits his body through his mouth. Clearly the gods hate him and he's just going to be in a constant state of disaster. Woe is him.
Thankfully, Lutha's combat is almost completely ranged. While he can't quite set things on fire due to all the rain, a gun is still a gun, and so long as the young man has cover he'll still provide support to others trying to fend off those affected by whatever is infecting this island. The serpent's head, for as intimidating as it looks, is a blessing in disguise, and one might find him off in a dry corner trying to re-collect himself.
---
It's when the group first encounters the gorge that something changes about Lutha's countenance. His face goes almost ashen, even with their height up from the water below. Water which radiates an unnatural purple, that radiates with the same manic energy as the furnace. It looks like a safe enough jump to make with a glider, and others might be making it themselves to get to the village, or to get to the serpent's winding skeleton. So why does he seem frozen in place?
---
The village itself that sits on Yashiori Island has its own combat. So many soldiers, so much combat, and exhaustion comes quickly. He's stumbling onto the porch of one of the many buildings, catching his breath as he slides his back against the wall, making sure he's faced away from the wind. To look over what remains of the people who still live on this island, of houses that were very obviously once lived in and now driven empty by something beyond their control...
It's hard not to see this possibly happening at home, and his exhaustion turns somber as he takes a softer look around the village, now littered with the downed bodies of the mad samurai.]
...It's too quiet like this.