“Come on, Bro. Let’s check out the obakeyashiki!” Minoru grinned as he finished off some pumpkin mochi.
“The haunted house?” Isamu cringed slightly. “…manipulating vision to induce disorientation, mildly-nauseating scent pellets permeating the air, carefully-crafted illusions based on motion-sensors and jump scares just for the sake of causing adrenaline, dopamine, and endorphins to surge through your body? No, thank you.”
“We’re in the Nexus! Who says they have to be illusions here?”
Ismau’s thoughts immediately went to the gauntlet that was Hunger City, and the traumatizing experience of holding onto a galloping horse for dear life as live machine gun fire blanketed the entire area for miles. “I am not certain that would be an improvement.”
“It’s safe. It has to be. There’s an anti-violence field here.” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, if there’s any ACTUAL youkai, you have two swords.”
“They are not even sharp.” He countered. “Which… is probably a good thing, for my own sake.”
Minoru sighed. “Okay, okay, fine. But I’m going in!”
Isamu watched his brother disappear into the narrowed hallway, and into the dark, shadowy maze. Most haunted attractions didn’t take too long, so he opted just to wait outside the entrance for Minoru to return. Or get into trouble, whichever came first.
Horror is okay.
“The haunted house?” Isamu cringed slightly. “…manipulating vision to induce disorientation, mildly-nauseating scent pellets permeating the air, carefully-crafted illusions based on motion-sensors and jump scares just for the sake of causing adrenaline, dopamine, and endorphins to surge through your body? No, thank you.”
“We’re in the Nexus! Who says they have to be illusions here?”
Ismau’s thoughts immediately went to the gauntlet that was Hunger City, and the traumatizing experience of holding onto a galloping horse for dear life as live machine gun fire blanketed the entire area for miles. “I am not certain that would be an improvement.”
“It’s safe. It has to be. There’s an anti-violence field here.” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, if there’s any ACTUAL youkai, you have two swords.”
“They are not even sharp.” He countered. “Which… is probably a good thing, for my own sake.”
Minoru sighed. “Okay, okay, fine. But I’m going in!”
Isamu watched his brother disappear into the narrowed hallway, and into the dark, shadowy maze. Most haunted attractions didn’t take too long, so he opted just to wait outside the entrance for Minoru to return. Or get into trouble, whichever came first.