What kind of house doesn't have a spare weapons collection? As the guy goes to look for something, Izutsumi glances around as well, but there's not even a single sword on the wall. What are people supposed to do when monsters attack? Whose house even is this, and where are they? Why do they have so many confusing looking metal things in their way-too-shiny kitchen?
"Some things don't have eyes, but everything has a throat," she insists. "Even worms. Even golems." She pauses. "I guess plants don't. If the thing that's knocking is a living plant, I'll tear it up from its roots."
The storm is still thundering overhead, even the air inside the house sharp with ozone, but the knocking has stopped for now. Still, Izutsumi expects it will start again at any moment -- there'd been pauses before. Which means whatever's out there is... waiting. Which is a creepy thought.
She taps her foot impatiently. "Ready? You yank open the door, I'll jump at whatever this stupid thing is."
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"Some things don't have eyes, but everything has a throat," she insists. "Even worms. Even golems." She pauses. "I guess plants don't. If the thing that's knocking is a living plant, I'll tear it up from its roots."
The storm is still thundering overhead, even the air inside the house sharp with ozone, but the knocking has stopped for now. Still, Izutsumi expects it will start again at any moment -- there'd been pauses before. Which means whatever's out there is... waiting. Which is a creepy thought.
She taps her foot impatiently. "Ready? You yank open the door, I'll jump at whatever this stupid thing is."