Smoke in his eyes; that would be what Youji registers first. Not the familiar scent of tobacco smoke. Actual, honest-to-goodness, are-there-batteries-in-the-fire-alarm? smoke. Something tickles the back of his mind, something about staying low to avoid the smoke, but he's too tall to be doing so comfortably.
He's not alone; that would be what Youji registers second. He squints, trying to make out what he sees, but isn't certain. Vaguely man-shaped, but nothing else.
And footsteps overhead. Within the circle he senses the other figures to be forming, senses from the way the hair stands up on the back of his neck.
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Date: 2010-03-25 12:28 pm (UTC)He's not alone; that would be what Youji registers second. He squints, trying to make out what he sees, but isn't certain. Vaguely man-shaped, but nothing else.
And footsteps overhead. Within the circle he senses the other figures to be forming, senses from the way the hair stands up on the back of his neck.
The enemy of my enemy...
"Hello?" he calls. "Who's up there?"