[The sight of it all even gave Takame pause, the way red stained nearly every ilm of the room and the familiar metallic scent assaulting his sense of smell once they opened the door.]
Wicked white... [For all Takame has seen and caused in his life, even he had a limit. Pushing the admittedly gruesome sight aside for now, Takame moved forward into the room in front of Rose, weapons fully drawn and ready to throw or if need be directly strike.
Mostly though, he wanted to see if they truly were alone here. He would act as bait and search for a body and see close up just how fresh the blood was. There must be something left behind, unless the carnage was so great that whatever was left was deemed unrecognizable. His voice was even as he addressed Rose again.]
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Wicked white... [For all Takame has seen and caused in his life, even he had a limit. Pushing the admittedly gruesome sight aside for now, Takame moved forward into the room in front of Rose, weapons fully drawn and ready to throw or if need be directly strike.
Mostly though, he wanted to see if they truly were alone here. He would act as bait and search for a body and see close up just how fresh the blood was. There must be something left behind, unless the carnage was so great that whatever was left was deemed unrecognizable. His voice was even as he addressed Rose again.]
What could have done this?