Its for the best that Flamebringer is in front so that Akira can't see how flat and annoyed his expression is. Then again, its not like he was hiding it in front of him before either. He catches Bigby's equally unimpressed look and can't help but smirk slightly in solidarity. Misery loved company after all. Akira wasn't even trying to take this seriously, was he? Then again, it wasn't like he wasn't already used to dealing with someone with that personality. Same old, same old; even on the surface of a different planet entirely... the thought sobers him more than he would expect, a cold, empty feeling curling in his stomach.
He had a rather severe and up close and personal experience with the fog earlier- one he wasn't eager to repeat, if he wanted to he could very easily just give Akira information from that occasion before anything happened... he'd consider it. He wasn't eager to share, but if it kept them in one piece-
His train of thought is halted by the skeleton. Even Akira quieted down... he wouldn't have expected that from his overall lack of reading the room so far... he eyed the remains... but it didn't tell him much of anything. He was used to corpses. It came with his line of work, and the home he came from... all the same, his expression was somber, and grim.
"Its not out of the realm of possibility." he says to Akira... although it lacks his normal acidic sarcasm.
There was a sense growing in his chest... his fur standing slightly more on end. A caution, a wariness. But nothing had happened yet- Besides stumbling upon this rather obvious clue- and it wasn't the same as his normal sense of paranoia... no... He glances nervously at the trees, the fog, but there's nothing... he's loath to let go of his instincts though... he doesn't bury the feeling, keeping it in mind as he returns his eyes to look at Bigby-
Who looks like he's just seen a ghost.
Flamebringer blinks- bewildered, then remembers- Right, the fog. Illusions of the past, or just nightmares, haunted the people lost in it. They were no exception. Experienced or no. Bigby brushes it off and moves ahead before he can comment. He follows after him quickly, eager to get this over with and get out of this cloying place. He's also not enthusiastic about the idea of losing the musbeast to the fog. Not that he thinks Bigby would recklessly charge ahead. Its the fog he doesn't trust.
When he gets closer he mutters, "You saw something." He doesn't want to pry. Its not like he wants to know. But he'd rather confirm his suspicious so he knows what all of them will be facing as their excursion progresses.
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He had a rather severe and up close and personal experience with the fog earlier- one he wasn't eager to repeat, if he wanted to he could very easily just give Akira information from that occasion before anything happened... he'd consider it. He wasn't eager to share, but if it kept them in one piece-
His train of thought is halted by the skeleton. Even Akira quieted down... he wouldn't have expected that from his overall lack of reading the room so far... he eyed the remains... but it didn't tell him much of anything. He was used to corpses. It came with his line of work, and the home he came from... all the same, his expression was somber, and grim.
"Its not out of the realm of possibility." he says to Akira... although it lacks his normal acidic sarcasm.
There was a sense growing in his chest... his fur standing slightly more on end. A caution, a wariness. But nothing had happened yet- Besides stumbling upon this rather obvious clue- and it wasn't the same as his normal sense of paranoia... no... He glances nervously at the trees, the fog, but there's nothing... he's loath to let go of his instincts though... he doesn't bury the feeling, keeping it in mind as he returns his eyes to look at Bigby-
Who looks like he's just seen a ghost.
Flamebringer blinks- bewildered, then remembers- Right, the fog. Illusions of the past, or just nightmares, haunted the people lost in it. They were no exception. Experienced or no. Bigby brushes it off and moves ahead before he can comment. He follows after him quickly, eager to get this over with and get out of this cloying place. He's also not enthusiastic about the idea of losing the musbeast to the fog. Not that he thinks Bigby would recklessly charge ahead. Its the fog he doesn't trust.
When he gets closer he mutters, "You saw something." He doesn't want to pry. Its not like he wants to know. But he'd rather confirm his suspicious so he knows what all of them will be facing as their excursion progresses.