[ what a great homie, what will he do without you, yata. It's so reassuring having a hand to squeeze in his time of need. Yata's lucky he isn't holding that scaly claw, or his fingers might be crushed every time Kija gets worked up enough to activate his power by accident. Kija's still quite fidgety, but Yata's presence helps a lot. ]
What do you see ...?
[ His eyes turn to whatever Yata is staring at, and Kija squints his eyes at it. Behind the unlit torch are inscriptions carved in an unknown language, likely to be accounts of the deeds that took place in the temple once upon a time. Most of the carvings are difficult to decipher, but the meaning behind a few of the drawings come as clear as day.
There's a table, and a man strapped to it. Around him are hooded followers of the temple, and with their daggers they appear to be cutting him open. Kija's eyes widen a little. It may only be a drawing, but it's quite a gruesome one. ]
This is ...! [ It only gets worse from there, as they move deeper and deeper into the temple. They'll be treated to more gruesome drawings of all the other horrible ways people have died in that very same building. ]
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What do you see ...?
[ His eyes turn to whatever Yata is staring at, and Kija squints his eyes at it. Behind the unlit torch are inscriptions carved in an unknown language, likely to be accounts of the deeds that took place in the temple once upon a time. Most of the carvings are difficult to decipher, but the meaning behind a few of the drawings come as clear as day.
There's a table, and a man strapped to it. Around him are hooded followers of the temple, and with their daggers they appear to be cutting him open. Kija's eyes widen a little. It may only be a drawing, but it's quite a gruesome one. ]
This is ...! [ It only gets worse from there, as they move deeper and deeper into the temple. They'll be treated to more gruesome drawings of all the other horrible ways people have died in that very same building. ]