[He really does lean in a little to examine the blood more closely, the hand that isn't currently juggling the sword and mirror pressing against his lips pensively. It sure does look like normal blood.
That's not really comforting, though.
Leaning back to shuffle everything to his other arm so he can get the jacket off the rest of the way, he frowns as he tries to spot the distant temple.]
You said there are something like twenty people there? Where is everyone from?
[At least in the school there had been a common thread between all of them trapped there that made it clear why they were there. Even with only Dixon to judge by so far, Shuichi can't imagine what the point in common might be. The guy looks and sounds like a foreigner, there's an obvious age discrepancy, and...well, the guy doesn't really stand out in the way most of the Ultimates do. Or...did.]
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That's not really comforting, though.
Leaning back to shuffle everything to his other arm so he can get the jacket off the rest of the way, he frowns as he tries to spot the distant temple.]
You said there are something like twenty people there? Where is everyone from?
[At least in the school there had been a common thread between all of them trapped there that made it clear why they were there. Even with only Dixon to judge by so far, Shuichi can't imagine what the point in common might be. The guy looks and sounds like a foreigner, there's an obvious age discrepancy, and...well, the guy doesn't really stand out in the way most of the Ultimates do. Or...did.]