#ivan2

Kicking aside a stray pebble, Yagen makes his way out of the underground passageway and back into the empty wastes of Yesteryear. He’d come alone this time in secret, renting a vehicle to traverse the ruins; it gave him grounding to relive the past where he and the two Fudous had faced off last.

‘Not much to see, though...’ he mutters to himself. Just dirt and dust and one long footprint he recognized from Fudou’s shoe. He’s still sorting through his thoughts when he walks into a sudden shock of shadows.

Yagen looks up--then up again, taking in the form of a massive, boulder like monster jutting out of the tired earth. But it’s blue, and its spikes exhale a crisp frost that has him stepping back to salvage what little heat he can from the winter sun.

‘It’s a little early for hallucinations.’ He blinks, eyes narrowing at the sight of the creature’s faceless maw. Black blends into black, morphing into faint flashes of tunnels dripping water and a bloodstained arm still fresh with the scent of blood. A nightmare. A daydream. He blinks again, but the specter remains, tall and cold and silent.

After a while, he realizes he still hasn’t moved to unsheathe his weapon.

‘So, then.’

Phil hurried to gather the papers spread on the table of the library. He returned the books to where they belonged and took the short cut to the labs he had discovered only a few days ago. On his way downstairs he organised the mess of papers in his arms and pressed them into his bag. The young man had no idea why he bothered so much to hurry and act like Ivan was in serious trouble. This was just a game after all, there was no way Ivan could have gotten in so much trouble.

He left the corridor and passed the entrance to the lab. Phil had only been here once, but he still knew exactly what way to take. He thanked his good memory and entered Ivan´s lab. Before doing anything else he reached inside his inner pocket and checked the gun that haven´t left him since this whole theater had started.