it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Why thank you, Remi," Ronin says with a grin over his shoulder, though he can't quite turn to face the other man properly due to the narrow staircase. He's taken a few steps into the disorientating gloom when the dead click of a switch sounds, causing him to whip around with the flashlight. It focuses first on Remi, then the swaying chain he'd pulled, then the bulb overhead that has given up the ghost (lol). "How did..."
Opting not to ask - it's probably medium stuff - he follows the beam of the other flashlight across the worn floor and to the well; there are a few sets of footprints in the dust that might have been of interest if Ronin hadn't sent the techs down before him. He doesn't investigate them, which means he completely misses that one pair are smaller - a woman's, perhaps - and barefoot.
"It's definitely ticking all the boxes for creepy and haunted," he mutters. "Alright, I'll do an intro over by the well, we'll uncover it and do some poking around, and then if nothing has scared the shit out of us by that point, we could try you with the Estes method?"
Opting not to ask - it's probably medium stuff - he follows the beam of the other flashlight across the worn floor and to the well; there are a few sets of footprints in the dust that might have been of interest if Ronin hadn't sent the techs down before him. He doesn't investigate them, which means he completely misses that one pair are smaller - a woman's, perhaps - and barefoot.
"It's definitely ticking all the boxes for creepy and haunted," he mutters. "Alright, I'll do an intro over by the well, we'll uncover it and do some poking around, and then if nothing has scared the shit out of us by that point, we could try you with the Estes method?"
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
