[ Graveyards are places he is more than familiar with, though he has rarely been in one that seems so old. The mask filters out much of the smells of a humid, flower-strewn place, but within minutes, his clothing is starting to stick to him at his upper arms and thighs, and sweat trickles down the side of his face. Not limiting, just slightly uncomfortable. He adjusts the gloves that are molding to his hands, and begins to walk the perimeter of the yard.
Suzaku keeps himself apart from the travelers settling on the grass but watches to make sure no one's in danger. After a while, he's drawn to the darkened train cars, and he approaches with caution.
Death and mayhem are far from unfamiliar things, but he startles badly at seeing the piles of bodies inside the train. His voice, more or less unused for the better part of a year, sounds harsh, even through the mask. ]
Anyone! Is anyone alive in here?
[ He doesn't expect an answer, but the silence is still horrible. ]
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Suzaku keeps himself apart from the travelers settling on the grass but watches to make sure no one's in danger. After a while, he's drawn to the darkened train cars, and he approaches with caution.
Death and mayhem are far from unfamiliar things, but he startles badly at seeing the piles of bodies inside the train. His voice, more or less unused for the better part of a year, sounds harsh, even through the mask. ]
Anyone! Is anyone alive in here?
[ He doesn't expect an answer, but the silence is still horrible. ]