[ The display is more whimsical than morbid to start, if a bit surreal in its absurdity. The plush display cases are filled with... mostly nonsense. He doesn't stray far from Kurapika since he's leading them, but he cranes his neck enough to peer through the glass of a few googly eye cases.
Obviously not what they're looking for. Bright red eyes should stand out, though the color, while uncommon, is not impossible in Fódlan. Perhaps there's something more to them.
He does not press the point either way. There isn't the time, because his gaze snaps from the case to the sound, brows immediately furrowed. ]
Wait—
[ No more warning than that. Because they're about two seconds from being brained by a plastic roast pheasant and Gautier cheese gratin spread, so he yanks Kurapika by the hand, sending them both tumbling to the ground as the plastic food shoots over their head and crashes into a nearby display, sending a spray of broken glass everywhere.
The shards mostly bounce off him as he instinctively pulls in front of Kurapika, jaw set tight... though his expression goes from serious to a little bewildered when he sees what attacked them. Now there's an inflatable Santa squeaking as it presses itself against the glass, like it wants to escape, ineffectually. And a 12' tall H*me D*pot skeleton that is definitely swiveling its skull over to look at them as he helps Kurapika up. ]
...Stay close. There's more in this room than just eyes.
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Obviously not what they're looking for. Bright red eyes should stand out, though the color, while uncommon, is not impossible in Fódlan. Perhaps there's something more to them.
He does not press the point either way. There isn't the time, because his gaze snaps from the case to the sound, brows immediately furrowed. ]
Wait—
[ No more warning than that. Because they're about two seconds from being brained by a plastic roast pheasant and Gautier cheese gratin spread, so he yanks Kurapika by the hand, sending them both tumbling to the ground as the plastic food shoots over their head and crashes into a nearby display, sending a spray of broken glass everywhere.
The shards mostly bounce off him as he instinctively pulls in front of Kurapika, jaw set tight... though his expression goes from serious to a little bewildered when he sees what attacked them. Now there's an inflatable Santa squeaking as it presses itself against the glass, like it wants to escape, ineffectually. And a 12' tall H*me D*pot skeleton that is definitely swiveling its skull over to look at them as he helps Kurapika up. ]
...Stay close. There's more in this room than just eyes.
[ NOT THAT. HE CAN EXPLAIN ANY OF THIS. ]
We may need to run.