#allshehad

1200 years and he'd never been inside a barrow.

Apparently there were still things that could surprise, and even frighten him. 

Brooke, however, seemed perfectly at home. He guessed that made sense, considering her profession-- all dead bodies and mysteries and blood and things. He flicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and made a disgusted noise.

The barrow was little more than a cave in ruins, now. It must be really, really old. It smelled musty and damp-- he could hear water dripping in a corner somewhere. And in the distance, echoing up the dark passage-- a sound that was half wind, half scream. 

No dead bodies, yet. But there were plenty of holes which he imagined probably housed some sort of awful creature. His sonic was poised and at the ready, whirring-- a comforting sound, if he did say so himself.

Kageyama let his copy of The Standard Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk fall closed with a dissatisfied thump and pushed his chair back, grimacing.

The scent of blood clouded her senses, and all Clara could wonder was if the Doctor or River had decided to kill someone closer to her than normal. While she would prefer to not see what sort of mess was left, she did have to go check on Brooke, which required leaving the room.

Stepping out into the hall, the face of the empire didn't get very far before seeing just what had happened. And who was the cause of the bloody mess.

"Brooke?!" Clara gave the other no time to speak before grabbing her shoulders, nearly forcing her against the hall. She felt dizzy from the smell of blood, so fresh, sticking to the bottom of her feet, to her hands when to took Brooke's own into them. She couldn't have done this, she promised.