Well, the monsters are a bit late to save him from awkwardly explaining his occupation. Ivan throws his arms in front of his face to shield it from the onslaught of insects, but there's clearly something else lurking in the fog. Something that has James crying out a warning. Something that makes the hairs on the back of his neck prick in that way they do when he's speaking directly to Death.
Somehow, he doesn't think it's his boss here to give him a scolding for getting lost. ]
Stay behind me.
[ A strangely firm order coming from such a sleepy looking man. He beckons James behind him with one lanky arm, his other held at the ready for... something. He dropped his crowbar at some point when the moths started going crazy, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. ]
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[ Dying.
Well, the monsters are a bit late to save him from awkwardly explaining his occupation. Ivan throws his arms in front of his face to shield it from the onslaught of insects, but there's clearly something else lurking in the fog. Something that has James crying out a warning. Something that makes the hairs on the back of his neck prick in that way they do when he's speaking directly to Death.
Somehow, he doesn't think it's his boss here to give him a scolding for getting lost. ]
Stay behind me.
[ A strangely firm order coming from such a sleepy looking man. He beckons James behind him with one lanky arm, his other held at the ready for... something. He dropped his crowbar at some point when the moths started going crazy, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. ]