[Trapped in a downpour… When he plucks the card free from the somewhat worrisome statue, there’s something about the imagery on it that makes him frown a little deeper. Bothers him.]
I, uh—
[He takes out the other card again, examining them side by side.]
It ran the gamut. Sometimes I had to stick my hand in… things.
[ Certain things only matter so much when you're steeped in literal hell, after all.
Ivan pokes his head out of the alcove to catch another whisper of movement. He's not sure if they're being stalked or led at this point. Into the next alcove they go, to find a pair of cherubs clasping a card with a cloud gusting wind on it — cartoon face and all. He offers it over to James, Keeper of the Puzzle Pieces. ]
Sorry for dragging you back into a whole new mess.
[He takes the card, looking it over once more before he tucks it away. Is this what it’s like to have an inventory again?
That movement, though — it does feel as though it’s trying to lead them somewhere. Or, alternatively, trying to get the jump on them. James starts to wish that it would make it clear and get it over with, either way. His grip carrying the chainsaw tightens minutely.]
You don’t need to apologize. I kind of—
[A beat.]
I don’t know. I got what’s coming to me; and what kind of terrible person would I be if I didn’t help you, anyway? If we’re stuck together.
[ A chainsaw and a bunch of tarot cards. He's doing well.
Ivan pauses to look back at James, to really look at him. Past just the physical, past even that strange way he can see the time down to the minute that James Sunderland has left on this earth. There's old pain there, broken pieces stitched together with some kind of acceptance.
This place was good for him, in its way. And for once Ivan gets to reap the benefits of something. How deeply ironic. ]
I'm sure you can imagine that I don't typically get a lot of company in my line of work.
[Was it good for him? It was, in the way that really matters. And in another, it’s just a millstone around his neck, carried for the rest of his life as he tries to wrestle with his worst days so he can work towards penance on his best.
Still, maybe he’d be uncomfortable if he knew how deeply Ivan was peering into him. If it weren’t so dark, maybe even James would have an inkling. Maybe not. But as it stands, he just arches a brow at him, and gestures with his free hand.]
Ta-da. Today, you get me. Sorry about that.
[More seriously-]
I’m not happy to be here, but I’m glad that I’m here with you, if that makes sense. I’m not surprised to hear that a job like yours is isolating, so… at least we can buck that trend for now.
[ It can be both. It is both. Human nature is rarely so black and white. ]
Not many people would be glad to be in the presence of a reaper. Still... I'll take it.
[ He plops a hand on James' shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before moving on to the next alcove in the crypt. It's also empty, so they'll need to move onto the next. ]
[James doesn’t smile much these days, but he does spare one for Ivan and that touch of solidarity. Of maybe even gratitude. It’s faint, but also heard in his tone.]
Having a reaper with me right now is a net positive.
We're rapidly running out of crypts, if that's the case.
[ There's only a couple left, but it would figure that the next one is empty too, leaving them to scour around the last one until they find another card wedged into an engraving of a tree like it's one of the leaves. On it, fittingly, is a picture of a tree, branches and roots splayed and divided into four quadrants to depict all four seasons.
This leaves them with a gaping archway at the end of the hall of crypts to pass through, and nothing but darkness beyond. Whatever's been skulking around seems conspicuously absent all of a sudden. ]
I'd keep that chainsaw ready if I were you. It's gone awfully quiet.
[One more card for his collection. He looks that one over, too, with some interest before pocketing it. Murmurs his thoughts aloud:]
Weather, or... seasons?
[Either way, it seems they've reached the only direction left to go, and being meet with an awful, complete darkness is nothing new — but it never becomes less unnerving for James.]
Right. [Re: it getting really quiet all of a sudden.] Maybe our friend lurking in the shadows lost interest.
[But probably not. Nothing to do but move forward. What awaits them?]
[ It's nice to hope, anyway. Ivan goes first, stepping through the archway with his little light bobbing along after him. This is... a very large room, all stone walls and dirt floor and no exit to be seen. The sort of place where one might have a boss battle, perhaps, but that's silly right!
In the middle of this otherwise wide open space is what looks to be another grave marker — a hooded figure offering out a stone tablet in skeletal hands. Ivan makes a bit of a face, but approaches all the same. The tablet, reading simply BE NOT AFRIAD has six conveniently card-shaped holes on it. One even has a card sitting in it, a face screaming silently in horror.
So much for be not afraid. ]
I figured out where those cards go. How many did we pick up?
This little puzzle session will have to wait, because something in the dark at the fringes of the room wails in a way that makes a shiver run down even Ivan's back. He steps up, instinctively putting himself between James and the source of the noise.
He barely gets his scythe manifested into his hands when the thing darts from the shadows to lock weapons with the reaper. ]
[That wail turns his blood cold. James barely has any time to register what's happening before he catches sight of an awful creature—reaper-shaped, of course—swooping down to attack Ivan.
The cards flutter to the ground (sorry, they'll just have to pick them up later) as James revs his chainsaw back to life. It obscures the drumbeat of his heart in his ears as he rushes forward without a second thought. Much like before, he aims the teeth of his chainsaw straight at the middle of the monster.]
Hey! I'm here, too!
[Sure, this is Ivan's whole Thing, but you can't just pick on him-]
[ Were he not occupied with having this thing in his face, he might marvel at just how fearless James is.
In the moment, though, he's a bit busy keeping this creature away, sparks flying as steel grinds against steel in their deadlock. Then in comes James with his chainsaw, and the weapon bites into the creature's middle, spattering them both with dark ichor. The thing wails again, zipping back to withdraw into the darkness for a temporary reprieve. ]
It's too much to hope you probably killed it, huh?
[Is it fearlessness or recklessness? Maybe it's a healthy dose of both.
That dark liquid splatters everywhere, far messier than what a pipe can manage. It gets on James' face and he grunts as the monster wrenches itself away, flying back into the shadows for safety. He hastily brings up a sleeve to wipe it off, smearing it across his cheek. A quick look is spared for Ivan, making sure he's okay.]
It's never that easy. Even if we did, it's like you said, we still need another card. We're stuck. Whatever that thing is, I have a feeling it's our ticket out of here.
[ Speaking of fearlessness and recklessness, Ivan gives a nod. ]
Alright then. I'll be bait. You keep hurting it.
[ Said as he starts dashing off to the dark corner where the monster went, orb of light trailing along behind him. He's clearly not waiting for any other ideas.
Sure enough, the monster appears, albeit from a different corner, swooping in to bring its scythe down at Ivan. The reaper backsteps, but doesn't totally get out of the way, taking a slash across his chest for his trouble, crimson spilling down the front of his suit.
They exchange blows for a bit, blades flashing in the near-dark, until Ivan manages to lock weapons with it again. ]
[Jesus Christ. He'd never argue the practicality of it (because why wouldn't the man who can heal incredibly fast not act as bait?), but there's still something about the way that Ivan rushes in without thinking, ready and willing to take a terrible cut across the chest, that has James clenching his teeth. It has his anxiety spiking higher and harder than it does compared to fighting this creature head-on.
It's a reckless disregard for his safety that reminds him too much of himself, and maybe that's not the intent, but he doesn't like to see it. He doesn't know Ivan all that well, but surely he deserves some consideration — if not from himself, then he should at least give James a chance to protect him from harm without defaulting to taking a painful injury.
Still, now isn't the time to bring that up. Not with the creature still menacing Ivan, and so James rushes forward yet again, drawn in by the light. He raises his chainsaw with a yell, then rakes it down across the creature's back as hard as he can.]
[ It's a good hit, causing the monster to arch back in pain. It abandons its weapon, scythe dropping into the dirt, but onto so it can whip around and try to nail James with a backhand. ]
[James has gotten pretty good at dodging for his life, but it's been a while, and the heft of the chainsaw is more than what he's used to. He's too slow to lean back, and that backhand tags him across the face, making him whip his head around and stagger back in pain. That'll probably leave a bruise, and now his lip's bleeding.
But pain is also nothing new! So whatever. James digs his heels in to keep balance, then lurches forward again, agitated, raising his weapon up higher to try to catch it against the monster's arm.]
[It's a little short and snappish, but this is all turning into a mess and he's not liking how the monster keeps retreating back into the shadow. James is going to reach down and pick up the scythe by its haft with one hand, even if he has an angry buzzing chainsaw in the other. If that creature wants its weapon back, it can go for James first.
He straightens and looks at Ivan with a frown.]
But why are you running off just to get chopped up? Let me do it.
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I, uh—
[He takes out the other card again, examining them side by side.]
It ran the gamut. Sometimes I had to stick my hand in… things.
[Does that. Count.]
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[ BRO WHAT KIND OF THINGS? ]
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Wait, should he be admitting to this…]
Usually really… squishy holes in the walls. [There’s just no way to make this sound normal.] One time it was a toilet.
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You're lucky you didn't lose your hand or catch the plague. Or both.
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[Welp. Into a pocket these cards go!]
I guess I just didn’t care too much at the time about the risks.
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[ Certain things only matter so much when you're steeped in literal hell, after all.
Ivan pokes his head out of the alcove to catch another whisper of movement. He's not sure if they're being stalked or led at this point. Into the next alcove they go, to find a pair of cherubs clasping a card with a cloud gusting wind on it — cartoon face and all. He offers it over to James, Keeper of the Puzzle Pieces. ]
Sorry for dragging you back into a whole new mess.
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That movement, though — it does feel as though it’s trying to lead them somewhere. Or, alternatively, trying to get the jump on them. James starts to wish that it would make it clear and get it over with, either way. His grip carrying the chainsaw tightens minutely.]
You don’t need to apologize. I kind of—
[A beat.]
I don’t know. I got what’s coming to me; and what kind of terrible person would I be if I didn’t help you, anyway? If we’re stuck together.
Better two than just one.
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Ivan pauses to look back at James, to really look at him. Past just the physical, past even that strange way he can see the time down to the minute that James Sunderland has left on this earth. There's old pain there, broken pieces stitched together with some kind of acceptance.
This place was good for him, in its way. And for once Ivan gets to reap the benefits of something. How deeply ironic. ]
I'm sure you can imagine that I don't typically get a lot of company in my line of work.
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Still, maybe he’d be uncomfortable if he knew how deeply Ivan was peering into him. If it weren’t so dark, maybe even James would have an inkling. Maybe not. But as it stands, he just arches a brow at him, and gestures with his free hand.]
Ta-da. Today, you get me. Sorry about that.
[More seriously-]
I’m not happy to be here, but I’m glad that I’m here with you, if that makes sense. I’m not surprised to hear that a job like yours is isolating, so… at least we can buck that trend for now.
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Not many people would be glad to be in the presence of a reaper. Still... I'll take it.
[ He plops a hand on James' shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before moving on to the next alcove in the crypt. It's also empty, so they'll need to move onto the next. ]
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Having a reaper with me right now is a net positive.
[To the next crypt, then.]
…I hope we’re not looking for a full deck.
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[ There's only a couple left, but it would figure that the next one is empty too, leaving them to scour around the last one until they find another card wedged into an engraving of a tree like it's one of the leaves. On it, fittingly, is a picture of a tree, branches and roots splayed and divided into four quadrants to depict all four seasons.
This leaves them with a gaping archway at the end of the hall of crypts to pass through, and nothing but darkness beyond. Whatever's been skulking around seems conspicuously absent all of a sudden. ]
I'd keep that chainsaw ready if I were you. It's gone awfully quiet.
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Weather, or... seasons?
[Either way, it seems they've reached the only direction left to go, and being meet with an awful, complete darkness is nothing new — but it never becomes less unnerving for James.]
Right. [Re: it getting really quiet all of a sudden.] Maybe our friend lurking in the shadows lost interest.
[But probably not. Nothing to do but move forward. What awaits them?]
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[ It's nice to hope, anyway. Ivan goes first, stepping through the archway with his little light bobbing along after him. This is... a very large room, all stone walls and dirt floor and no exit to be seen. The sort of place where one might have a boss battle, perhaps, but that's silly right!
In the middle of this otherwise wide open space is what looks to be another grave marker — a hooded figure offering out a stone tablet in skeletal hands. Ivan makes a bit of a face, but approaches all the same. The tablet, reading simply BE NOT AFRIAD has six conveniently card-shaped holes on it. One even has a card sitting in it, a face screaming silently in horror.
So much for be not afraid. ]
I figured out where those cards go. How many did we pick up?
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James enters cautiously, nearing the grave marker with a darkened brow.]
"Be Not Afraid"... Of what? Death?
[That one card sure looks pretty afraid. James digs into his pocket and unearths the cards he's collected, fanning them out for Ivan to see.]
Four. Sun, rain, clouds, and... tree? I think that one denotes seasons.
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This little puzzle session will have to wait, because something in the dark at the fringes of the room wails in a way that makes a shiver run down even Ivan's back. He steps up, instinctively putting himself between James and the source of the noise.
He barely gets his scythe manifested into his hands when the thing darts from the shadows to lock weapons with the reaper. ]
Shit-!
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The cards flutter to the ground (sorry, they'll just have to pick them up later) as James revs his chainsaw back to life. It obscures the drumbeat of his heart in his ears as he rushes forward without a second thought. Much like before, he aims the teeth of his chainsaw straight at the middle of the monster.]
Hey! I'm here, too!
[Sure, this is Ivan's whole Thing, but you can't just pick on him-]
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In the moment, though, he's a bit busy keeping this creature away, sparks flying as steel grinds against steel in their deadlock. Then in comes James with his chainsaw, and the weapon bites into the creature's middle, spattering them both with dark ichor. The thing wails again, zipping back to withdraw into the darkness for a temporary reprieve. ]
It's too much to hope you probably killed it, huh?
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That dark liquid splatters everywhere, far messier than what a pipe can manage. It gets on James' face and he grunts as the monster wrenches itself away, flying back into the shadows for safety. He hastily brings up a sleeve to wipe it off, smearing it across his cheek. A quick look is spared for Ivan, making sure he's okay.]
It's never that easy. Even if we did, it's like you said, we still need another card. We're stuck. Whatever that thing is, I have a feeling it's our ticket out of here.
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Alright then. I'll be bait. You keep hurting it.
[ Said as he starts dashing off to the dark corner where the monster went, orb of light trailing along behind him. He's clearly not waiting for any other ideas.
Sure enough, the monster appears, albeit from a different corner, swooping in to bring its scythe down at Ivan. The reaper backsteps, but doesn't totally get out of the way, taking a slash across his chest for his trouble, crimson spilling down the front of his suit.
They exchange blows for a bit, blades flashing in the near-dark, until Ivan manages to lock weapons with it again. ]
James!
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It's a reckless disregard for his safety that reminds him too much of himself, and maybe that's not the intent, but he doesn't like to see it. He doesn't know Ivan all that well, but surely he deserves some consideration — if not from himself, then he should at least give James a chance to protect him from harm without defaulting to taking a painful injury.
Still, now isn't the time to bring that up. Not with the creature still menacing Ivan, and so James rushes forward yet again, drawn in by the light. He raises his chainsaw with a yell, then rakes it down across the creature's back as hard as he can.]
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But pain is also nothing new! So whatever. James digs his heels in to keep balance, then lurches forward again, agitated, raising his weapon up higher to try to catch it against the monster's arm.]
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Ivan takes half a step, like he's intending to go after the thing, but the fact that James got hit makes him pause. ]
You okay?
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[It's a little short and snappish, but this is all turning into a mess and he's not liking how the monster keeps retreating back into the shadow. James is going to reach down and pick up the scythe by its haft with one hand, even if he has an angry buzzing chainsaw in the other. If that creature wants its weapon back, it can go for James first.
He straightens and looks at Ivan with a frown.]
But why are you running off just to get chopped up? Let me do it.
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