Lumi paused as Marluxia closed the door and proceeded down the short hallway.
For a moment, he didn't move. He wanted to get a feel for the house. Sensing Reiatsu was less use here than it could have been. It was old, easily upwards of a hundred years, and had seen many owners in its lifetime. Despite this, nothing notable had been performed in it recently, if ever, nothing that had sunk in too deep, not beyond the spiritual background noise that one could expect of any building of reasonable age. The fact that the house was one of many in a row, in a large and old city, didn't help matters. The scents were much more telling.
It smelled mildly unpleasant. It wasn't a scent that was outright disgusting, but the air of abandonment that swirled in the air like the dust that their entry had disturbed was, nonetheless, quite pungent. This became all the more apparent when Marluxia pushed the door open wider. Lumi wrinkled his nose as the disturbance in the air brought the scent of old fabrics, papered walls and a multitude of aged books to the fore.
Over the top and intermingled with the odour of neglect he could detect the scent of people, albeit not particularly strongly. He doubted anybody had been there in the past two or three weeks. He recognised Even, a faint smell beneath the layers, but there were others, those fresher, who wove through and sat atop it. One was obviously Saix, though he would not have been able to say which. The other, or others... guests, perhaps.
The smell of nervous sweat was absent, so Lumi felt certain that nobody had entered without permission.
Under the dust he could smell the location of the kitchen to the far end of the house. Nothing had been prepared there for a while, but it still lingered in the background like a light trail left imprinted on the eyes after one had closed them. Some smells faded very quickly, but the smell of food preparation tended not to, not when the same location was used almost daily over many, many years. It lingered like the sour tang of tobacco which, Lumi was sure, had been a vice of one of the house's previous owners, if he was any judge.
"Did they protect it from entry without a key?" Lumi asked, looking around.
His gaze fell upon the banister. There were hand prints in the coating of greyish dust that lay upon the worn wood, something so careless that they probably belonged to one of the owners, more than likely Saix. He had no reason to disguise his entry or movements; it was his house. Nevertheless, those marks had been covered with fresher dust, more evidence that he had not been back in some time.
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Date: 2016-05-15 11:08 pm (UTC)For a moment, he didn't move. He wanted to get a feel for the house. Sensing Reiatsu was less use here than it could have been. It was old, easily upwards of a hundred years, and had seen many owners in its lifetime. Despite this, nothing notable had been performed in it recently, if ever, nothing that had sunk in too deep, not beyond the spiritual background noise that one could expect of any building of reasonable age. The fact that the house was one of many in a row, in a large and old city, didn't help matters. The scents were much more telling.
It smelled mildly unpleasant. It wasn't a scent that was outright disgusting, but the air of abandonment that swirled in the air like the dust that their entry had disturbed was, nonetheless, quite pungent. This became all the more apparent when Marluxia pushed the door open wider. Lumi wrinkled his nose as the disturbance in the air brought the scent of old fabrics, papered walls and a multitude of aged books to the fore.
Over the top and intermingled with the odour of neglect he could detect the scent of people, albeit not particularly strongly. He doubted anybody had been there in the past two or three weeks. He recognised Even, a faint smell beneath the layers, but there were others, those fresher, who wove through and sat atop it. One was obviously Saix, though he would not have been able to say which. The other, or others... guests, perhaps.
The smell of nervous sweat was absent, so Lumi felt certain that nobody had entered without permission.
Under the dust he could smell the location of the kitchen to the far end of the house. Nothing had been prepared there for a while, but it still lingered in the background like a light trail left imprinted on the eyes after one had closed them. Some smells faded very quickly, but the smell of food preparation tended not to, not when the same location was used almost daily over many, many years. It lingered like the sour tang of tobacco which, Lumi was sure, had been a vice of one of the house's previous owners, if he was any judge.
"Did they protect it from entry without a key?" Lumi asked, looking around.
His gaze fell upon the banister. There were hand prints in the coating of greyish dust that lay upon the worn wood, something so careless that they probably belonged to one of the owners, more than likely Saix. He had no reason to disguise his entry or movements; it was his house. Nevertheless, those marks had been covered with fresher dust, more evidence that he had not been back in some time.