[ dick shakes his head. in the dark. not that aizawa can see it ]
Nah, you can keep it for now. There's a reason I was out doing this in the middle of the night. [ brightly: ] Hi, I'm Nightwing, nocturnal crime fighter.
[ it's too bad dick is not touching or looking at the door like SOMEONE else. that someone is aizawa ]
[... It sounds cooler in Japanese, probably. He heads over to the door as a starting place and the vague light of the blowtorch catches some interesting shadows. His entire body language tenses up in the dim light.]
[He presses his hand to the door, feeling to confirm what he thought he was seeing.]
... someone tried to claw their way out of here.
[At least, that's his assumption. It's a bit of a jump, sure, but- He traces his palm over the expanse of the door. They seemed to be human. Was is someone short or someone tall? Were there enough to assume one person made them or multiple?]
[He leans in a bit close, carefully moving the blowtorch light. Was there blood?]
[Actually, it doesn't look like that's too far off-- the scratches are all similarly sized, sets of 4 to 5 lines scraped into the door's surface close to the ground, as if whoever made them was unable to get up. Given that, it's hard to say anything besides that they were probably on the floor...
And that they were clawing at this door for some time. Blood is streaked through some of those scratches.]
but nightwing doesn't have time to focus on that because he steps closer to the door to look once Aizawa mentions it, kneeling down and running his fingers over the gouges. with the. non-electrified arm. hahaha it's fine ]
... Likely those belong to whoever wrote that notebook.
[Aizawa's distant enough to start hypothesizing. He wasn't going to form an emotional connection with some mysterious lamp ghost. Ghosts weren't real anyways. He turns and casts his eyes over the expanse of darkness.]
Or were they simply weak from starvation?
[again, in character, they have no idea if this is going to magically unlock]
Probably the legs. If they were starving to death, I doubt they'd have went with clawing at the door as a last resort. [ they. would've done it earlier, is what he's implying. MOVING oN: ] We've got about a week until we starve to death. [ only three days for water, but, let's not go there :) ] If we don't manage to get out of here by then, you can say I told you so.
[Yeah, well, sometimes you logically think "scratching on the door won't get me out" until you're totally desperate. It's not like there's any more blood hiding under the cables.]
[... he pauses to shuffle aside some of the cables by the door and double-check.]
If we don't get out of here by then we'll start sacrificing limbs.
[this is Helpful]
I can probably go without my left arm but then you'll have to give one.
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Nah, you can keep it for now. There's a reason I was out doing this in the middle of the night. [ brightly: ] Hi, I'm Nightwing, nocturnal crime fighter.
[ it's too bad dick is not touching or looking at the door like SOMEONE else. that someone is aizawa ]
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[... It sounds cooler in Japanese, probably. He heads over to the door as a starting place and the vague light of the blowtorch catches some interesting shadows. His entire body language tenses up in the dim light.]
[He presses his hand to the door, feeling to confirm what he thought he was seeing.]
... someone tried to claw their way out of here.
[At least, that's his assumption. It's a bit of a jump, sure, but- He traces his palm over the expanse of the door. They seemed to be human. Was is someone short or someone tall? Were there enough to assume one person made them or multiple?]
[He leans in a bit close, carefully moving the blowtorch light. Was there blood?]
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And that they were clawing at this door for some time. Blood is streaked through some of those scratches.]
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but nightwing doesn't have time to focus on that because he steps closer to the door to look once Aizawa mentions it, kneeling down and running his fingers over the gouges. with the. non-electrified arm. hahaha it's fine ]
... Likely those belong to whoever wrote that notebook.
[ he sounds quiet. a little mad. a little sad.
belonged's probably more accurate. ]
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... something targeted their legs?
[Aizawa's distant enough to start hypothesizing. He wasn't going to form an emotional connection with some mysterious lamp ghost. Ghosts weren't real anyways. He turns and casts his eyes over the expanse of darkness.]
Or were they simply weak from starvation?
[again, in character, they have no idea if this is going to magically unlock]
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[ this is? clearly? helpful. ]
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[... he pauses to shuffle aside some of the cables by the door and double-check.]
If we don't get out of here by then we'll start sacrificing limbs.
[this is Helpful]
I can probably go without my left arm but then you'll have to give one.
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[ wait ]
Also, I don't eat people.
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[see this toothy smile?? joke. gosh, dick, are you the only one in this deathtrap allowed to joke?]
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And here I thought your sense of humor was completely busted.