[He turns at the sound of the door slamming, and manages a couple of steps toward it, but it's gone. Only a smooth wall remaining. His fingers scramble over the surface, checking for any sign of a seam or crack that indicates the door, but before he can search for more than a few moments, the room is thrust into darkness. He can't so much as see his hand in front of his face.
Did Zewu Jun see him go in? No, that's a silly question, it was the only door, of course he'd realize he went in. He pounds on the wall, hoping the other can hear it, even if the door is no longer there from his side.]
Zewu Jun?
[He swears he can hear something muffled from the other side, but he doesn't have time to make it out before the darkness seems to waver, and a large eye appears, staring right at him. There's no... body attached, not a word spoken, but it stares all the same, it sees him, whatever it is.
Body parts and the macabre don't bother him so much, not when he's spent so much time reviving the dead and fighting corpses, but it's still unnerving. And a moment later another joins it, from somewhere on the far wall. They don't match, they're not even the same size really. But another joins, and another.
Whether they're only silent watchers, or a rising army readying to strike, he can't tell, but he fumbles against the wall again, pounding harder this time.]
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Did Zewu Jun see him go in? No, that's a silly question, it was the only door, of course he'd realize he went in. He pounds on the wall, hoping the other can hear it, even if the door is no longer there from his side.]
Zewu Jun?
[He swears he can hear something muffled from the other side, but he doesn't have time to make it out before the darkness seems to waver, and a large eye appears, staring right at him. There's no... body attached, not a word spoken, but it stares all the same, it sees him, whatever it is.
Body parts and the macabre don't bother him so much, not when he's spent so much time reviving the dead and fighting corpses, but it's still unnerving. And a moment later another joins it, from somewhere on the far wall. They don't match, they're not even the same size really. But another joins, and another.
Whether they're only silent watchers, or a rising army readying to strike, he can't tell, but he fumbles against the wall again, pounding harder this time.]
Zewu-Jun!