II. booby booby booby traps, rockin everywhere [ He's an idiot. An absolute goddamn idiot. He's got a brain full of elite spec ops and spy training and yet he just walked into one of the oldest traps in the book. He really should've expected this, especially from some weird mystical magic nonsense (probably Retrospec-related).
So let James be a cautionary tale, fellow traveller starting to approach the Mahoney Estate. No, literally, because he is dangling upside down from a tree at the very start of the booby trapped area. He's working on untying himself or otherwise breaking the rope that's got him around the ankle, but as he does so, he grunts a word of warning: ]
Whatever you do, don't step on anything that looks like a pile of leaves. Or twigs. Or anything.
III. fuck his own story, he's gonna tell someone else's [ The forest, at least, feels familiar. He's been to Bosuma plenty of times, and even though he's not sure it's exactly the same place, he feels like he's got a better grip on his bearings here.
He could do without the excited animals, though. He feels like a Gisney princess right now, and it doesn't help when everything around them turns to a literal paper cutout of fairy tales. James has zero patience for it; fuck this Rip Van Winkle bullshit. He knocks over the cardboard game of nine pins and shoves past the men distraught at their game's destruction.
He wasn't aiming for anything in particular--he just really hates Rip Van Winkle right about now.
But all the same, once he shoves past the cardboard men, he spots a house just a bit further in the distance. He squints at it. ]
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[ He's an idiot. An absolute goddamn idiot. He's got a brain full of elite spec ops and spy training and yet he just walked into one of the oldest traps in the book. He really should've expected this, especially from some weird mystical magic nonsense (probably Retrospec-related).
So let James be a cautionary tale, fellow traveller starting to approach the Mahoney Estate. No, literally, because he is dangling upside down from a tree at the very start of the booby trapped area. He's working on untying himself or otherwise breaking the rope that's got him around the ankle, but as he does so, he grunts a word of warning: ]
Whatever you do, don't step on anything that looks like a pile of leaves. Or twigs. Or anything.
III. fuck his own story, he's gonna tell someone else's
[ The forest, at least, feels familiar. He's been to Bosuma plenty of times, and even though he's not sure it's exactly the same place, he feels like he's got a better grip on his bearings here.
He could do without the excited animals, though. He feels like a Gisney princess right now, and it doesn't help when everything around them turns to a literal paper cutout of fairy tales. James has zero patience for it; fuck this Rip Van Winkle bullshit. He knocks over the cardboard game of nine pins and shoves past the men distraught at their game's destruction.
He wasn't aiming for anything in particular--he just really hates Rip Van Winkle right about now.
But all the same, once he shoves past the cardboard men, he spots a house just a bit further in the distance. He squints at it. ]
...You think that's real, or just more cardboard?