finalflight | OPEN POST; [ JAMES SUNDERLAND / SILENT HILL 2 ]

[ That "too" carries a world's worth of weight, and Ivan can't help but wonder if whatever drew him here drew James to him, too. Two men with that sort of horrible tragedy in common... just trying to get by. ]

She was. In an era long before the modern medicine that might have saved her.

So I turned to darker means, instead.

[Maybe it was some kind of bizarre fate that brought him back to Silent Hill just to meet this man. Someone who's felt similar loss, and who reacted to it in ways that were... worthy of "punishment", it would seem.

James swallows thickly. He's not sure how to feel about that, either.]

...Last time I was here, I discovered some old history about this town; about a cult, and some of the strange things they did. And I found a book that detailed a ritual that could apparently bring the dead back to life.

[Weird cult shit.]

Bullshit, I thought. But then, as crazy things kept happening, I began to think maybe it was possible. Sometimes I still wonder about it, and about whatever power Silent Hill really has.

Doing something similar... Is that what you mean by "darker means?"

[ Oh, it was just figure that there was weird cult shit happening in this town. Fate has got one cosmically shitty sense of humor. ]

Something like that, yeah.

[There's really off-the-rails cult shit happening in Silent Hill that James is unaware of because he's from the wrong entry in the franchise. But even what he found, though never pursued, still rubbed him the wrong way.

Partly.]

I can't blame you. I thought about maybe finding out if it was real, too... Just to have Mary back.

[He sighs.]

So Death didn't like what you did, though, huh?

[ There's a little solace in that, knowing he's not the only one who would do insane things for the person he loves, but there's also something in the look he gives James that says it wouldn't be worth it. He's living proof of that. ]

To say the very least. So here I am, collecting the souls of the dead until my debt to the cosmic balance is paid.

[Something like that comes at a cost, he can see that very clearly in Ivan. Moreover, James has simply the accepted the reality of Mary being dead, and he won’t go back on that. He can’t.]

And how much more debt is left?

[ The smile he flashes James is deeply, deeply sardonic. ]

You don't want to know.

[Yikes…]

It must have been a pretty nasty ritual. Or… whatever it is you did.

I don't like to get into the details.

[ And that pretty much signals the end of that conversation. It wouldn't have gone on much longer anyway, as they both round a corner to find the street closed off by a thick wall of writhing, thorny vines. ]

Ah. Is there a way around?

[James is not entirely sure he'd understand the details, anyway. And maybe he doesn't want to. He can only imagine how egregious it was for Death to keep him in debt to this "job" for so, so long.

The vines drag his attention to a more present problem, anyway. James, being who he is, steps forward and... reaches out to pull at one of them, careful not to prick himself.]

Vines... That's odd. [He'll answer Ivan here in a second. Right now... tug, tug.]

Is it? That creature attacked me with vines, too.

[ So maybe that's the theme? ]

I can try to cut through. Unless you think there's some reason we can't go this way.

Huh. Guess we have an on-going theme.

[His thoughts run parallel with the metatext.]

…It’s worth a shot. If something doesn’t want us to go this way, then we’ll cut through a building or alleyway, instead. I had to get creative the last time I was here, so it’d be nothing new.

You think it's possible we're being herded somewhere?

[ "We" he says, as if this isn't meant to be Ivan's journey of self-discovery or whatever. James is more or less just along for the ride.

Still, Ivan summons his scythe back into his hand and takes a swing at a section of vines. He slices clean through, but they regrow in a matter of seconds — faster than either of them could hope to make it through the gap. ]

I guess that answers that.

I think that’s probably exactly what’s happening.

[“We”, huh. James could point that out, but he decides there’s no reason. For good or ill, it’s “we” now. Maybe things will turn out better than the last time he found fellow lost individuals in the belly of Silent Hill, as long as they work as a team.

He watches as the vines grow back, worrisomely quick.]

Around instead of through it is. There’s…

[He trails off, looking around. To the south, there’s another intersecting road.]

We’ll go down that way, take a turn for another block, then head back north and maybe we’ll find ourselves on the other side of those vines. Might have to pass through a bar or two, though.

You really know this place well, huh?

[ It stands to reason, if James has been here before. Perhaps it will eventually become apparent that the place the town is leading them to is the place where James' journey originally began: back to the graveyard on the outskirts of town.

For now, though, the immediate way forward is blocked, so... ]

I'll follow your lead. Just stick close in case more of those things show up.

Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere.

[At least, he doesn't really plan to.

They decide to take a little detour, and James begins walking down the other street, to slip into the alleyway.]

And yeah, I don't think I can tell you how many times I had to backtrack in this place just to get where I wanted. I found a few maps of the town, too, and that helped.

[Which adds to the slight irony of James feeling... turned around once they pass through the alleyway and cut through an empty, dusty bar. Because, ironically, yes, this appears to lead in the opposite direction of where he intends to go — but how is that possible when the hotel could not be farther away from the graveyard?

Yet they approach a creaky gate, and there's no doubt about where they are. James approaches the entrance with confusion clear on his face.]

What the hell?

[ Ivan has no concept of the geography of this place, so he has no reason to feel disoriented when they end up somewhere they should not have been able to get to so fast. ]

What?

[ Wait, is this the entrance to a... graveyard? ]

... Oh.

This is the opposite of where I was taking us.

[He sounds frustrated but also resigned in equal measure. This town will force them in any direction it chooses, no matter if it makes no directional sense. At least it isn't making them jump into bottomless holes—

He reaches out, giving the metal gate a push. It swings open easily, with only a gentle, squeaking protest. Beyond, it's much like James remembered it: a large graveyard thick with fog, with dreary headstones dotted about. A stone church looms in the distance, just a hazy shape from where they stand.

However, unlike before, vines wend around the ground, some even crawl up headstones. If they're not careful, they could trip over one or two, catching them on the toe of their shoes.]

We're at the outskirts of town, now.

Taking the grim reaper to a graveyard is a little on the nose, isn't it?

[ Those vines sure are everywhere, crawling over every surface. They even snake their way up the gate once they pass through, blocking off any chance they have at turning back. ]

So much for getting you to the hotel, I suppose. Sorry.

[ The vines seem to be originating here, at least. Following them might be a good move, but there's movement among the grave markers. More of those strange, skull-faced creatures lurking in the fog.

There's also a shed nearby, presumably for the groundskeeper. Does James need an upgrade from his pipe? ]

Then maybe we should have expected it, if it was the obvious choice. [He shakes his head, though, dismissing the apology.] Not your fault, come on. We'll make our way there eventually.

[Besides, this seems... important. As thought the vines are leading them to one spot in particular; and that's worthy of investigation.

He steps forward, having no choice but to venture forth now, casting about. Monstrous figures in the distance—god, he misses his radio—and a nearby shed. Instinct compels him in the direction of where he could possibly gather useful supplies first, and he says in a hushed tone:]

Let's look there first.

[Time to creep in that direction! Follow him, buddy.]

[ The good ol' survival horror technique of checking everywhere for useful items. Ivan gives a nod, motioning for James to go. ]

I'll watch our backs.

[ Creep creep... don't trip on any vines or step on any twigs! Right now, the creatures don't seem to realize they're there. ]

[He’s quiet-footed! This isn’t his first rodeo… Though if they have to move any faster, that might be a different story.

For now, though… Is the door to the shed unlocked?]

[ Of course it's not. It can't be that easy. There's a big ol' padlock barring their way. Ivan makes a bit of a face. ]

Of course. I could break it down, but that won't make us any friends.

[ Or rather, it will make them too many friends. ]

[Pushes against the locked door for like the 500th time in his lifetime ever, to no avail.

Makes a disgruntled noise.]

Just great. Hold on...

[What if he tries a window? Or is that a no-go, too?]

[ Rusted shut. :) ]

You really think there's something worthwhile in there?

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