JANUARY

      He cringes when he sees the guy stumble to the ground. Thankfully that’s enough to convince him that he’s no threat. Anyone that was really any sort of threat wouldn’t have tripped like that, right? Totally sound logic.

      Dipper hurries out from his hiding spot, and takes a look over him just to make sure he’s actually okay. Best to take his word for it.

      "If you say so…"

      For a minute, his eyes drift down to the bag near the other guy’s feet. What’s in there… is that a lantern? Funny, Dipper was wondering what good oil and matches would do by themselves. What was he supposed to do? Barter? Team up with him? He didn’t know a thing about this guy. Even if he wouldn’t hurt him, there’s no reason for Dipper to trust him, either. Working together with anyone to explore this new place could be dangerous.

Oh... didn't it give its name? "Dipper Pines..." He made a note of it. "That's... such a cool name! Hello, Dipper Pines!" His head tilts. What was he doing again? What was this place? Everything was a blur! Unpleasant. Very unpleasant. Before he could gather his thoughts Dipper Pines spoke again, this time inquiring on... a lantern? Janua doesn't have a... oh. The bag. Quickly peeking inside he discovers all sorts of neat knick knacks. Nice!

"Ahhh... I'm Janua Ein. First of the Chosen Dozen. Nice to meet you, degozaru~" he hums out pleasantly, as if all his discomfort breezed out. "do you have any fire wood, Dipper Pines? If you do, I can use them for my Fire Starteninging Ninjitsu!" Drilling it all out proudly, yes, good job, Janua Ein, #1 Ninja-san-chan-sama-desu-dono, but there's just one thing left--

     The sound of movement jolts him out of his thoughts, not to mention off of the floor. At first he thinks it’s an animal or maybe a monster of some kind. Quickly he grabs a hymnal from the pew beside him, just in case, before peering over the pew in front of him to see just where the noise had come from. He sighs in relief in seeing that, in front of the altar, rustling through a bag of things not unlike the one he found moments ago, is just another person. (The nagging voice of paranoia tells him that it might not be a person at all. Trust no one, remember? He pushes those thoughts to the side. He’d stay on guard.) 

     The musty, humid air in the chapel was warm and ameliorating, as if breathing in significantly improved the state of the demon. It did not, however, perform any magical, fantastical calming ceremony. The ridding of physical pain didn't lift Janua's forthcoming trepidation. While the atmosphere seemed at peace, nothing moving and no sounds but the rustling of loose vines that have claimed the corners as their territory--

    Where is he? Was he not tending to his tomato farm? Why is he here, in some creepy old church? It made no sense. He was sure that when he set his head on his pillow the previous night, he was present in his own home, where there was air conditioning, a coffee maker, an oven, all sorts of nice little gadgets that make life nice and easy! Even if he spent all his time cultivating his vast vegetable garden, one could always look forward to eating some fresh salad in front of the blaring cold air-- it was comfort, it was home.

    This place, however, was not home. Janua sheepishly peeked out from behind the pew he'd been slumped against for Rchimedes knows how long. Only know he realized how stiff he was, every limb cracking as he adjusted himself to be able to scope the area. It seems he has company, and it seemed to speak. Whatever it was, it looked like a small child, but one couldn't be too careful... he knew two very unruly enemies who looked like children, who knew, this one could be Satan's incarnate.

"My, my... what do have here?" Yes, get up. Look cool. Look intimidating. B-e ah-ggressive!

Well, until a misplaced plank of wood has you tumbling on the ground, anyways. Now if he could just get back on his feet...

"I... I'm alright, degozaru!" Nailed it.

"What do you mean... we can't use toilet paper for ninji..." Oh. Shit.