It was the first thing Teru had done in - too long. Months. He'd told himself that nothing was wrong, that in a school full of demonic psychopaths it was only sensible to keep to himself. But that wasn't why he isolated himself, and he knew it
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But this place was riddled with passages and trails that put Thendulla Lypella, the Earth Spires of New Kelvin which was practically a city unto itself, to shame. Even Blind Seer's nose was eventually confused and lost, though he would not admit it.
"Pride, sweet hunter, does not become you," said Firekeeper, padding lightly down yet another hall.
Blind Seer growled in response, increasing his speed. It did him no good; Firekeeper could usually pace him. They turned another corner, and his nose twitched violently, causing him to sneeze.
"I smell it too," Firekeeper said. Even her dead nose could discern something that strong and rancid, and she wrinkled it in response.
"Like heavily salted butter, and yet none that I ( ... )
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Shivering, trying to get himself under control, he looked up at - at the woman. Whose name he didn't know. He'd spent so long with the shinigami eyes, grown so used to them, that now the space over her head seemed empty, unnatural, and he had to look away again.
"It - it happens when you come back, the butter," he heard himself try to explain. "I just came here again, I don't - this isn't normal."
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Firekeeper's brown ones rolled in good humor. "He not hurt," she said. "Unless threatened." She examined the man inquisitively, moving in to look closer. Her nostrils flared out of habit, though nose-dead as she was she caught no scent other than the reek of butter. "No door out, then?" she asked, plainly disappointed and almost physically wilting. She didn't want to have to get covered in butter just to get out of this stone prison.
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