[He feels it, and it's... distracting. It's as though they're both walking through something cloying but unseen; like a funerary veil placed across the path, the buildings, woven into the spirits of the people, keeping them mired in a dread that's all too clear, even if the why is not.
For Henry, this does not make him wary so much as curious. He would like to think that he wheels and deals in dark and dreaded things where the mind is concerned; before his abilities were stifled for years in the lab, of course. But now? Old habits die very, very hard. He wants to know why this is. What's being hidden beneath the surface of this place. Secrets will always appeal, especially the dire ones.
His tone is hushed, but when he looks at Wanda, his expression is oddly pleasant.]
There's something... insidious here. Like an aura of something heavy, almost. I wonder how it manages it.
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[He feels it, and it's... distracting. It's as though they're both walking through something cloying but unseen; like a funerary veil placed across the path, the buildings, woven into the spirits of the people, keeping them mired in a dread that's all too clear, even if the why is not.
For Henry, this does not make him wary so much as curious. He would like to think that he wheels and deals in dark and dreaded things where the mind is concerned; before his abilities were stifled for years in the lab, of course. But now? Old habits die very, very hard. He wants to know why this is. What's being hidden beneath the surface of this place. Secrets will always appeal, especially the dire ones.
His tone is hushed, but when he looks at Wanda, his expression is oddly pleasant.]
There's something... insidious here. Like an aura of something heavy, almost. I wonder how it manages it.