seechainsaw: (I'm Ready)
Giriko didn't quite know how he'd gone from being worried Henry's head had been cut off, to standing outside the church where he now lived, waiting for Henry's brother to come over and get his ass handed to him.

But he was here, his sharp teeth bared in an eager grin, dust swirling around his boots. The church behind him looked derelict and sad, alone in the middle of endless Death Valley desert and scrub. The only interesting feature besides the church itself was a misshapen stone statue. The golem was completely motionless for now, awaiting its master's command.

Giriko might be cocky, and he might like a good fight, but he had no intention of getting impaled by Travis' light saber. He'd use the golem if he needed to, just as he had against Henry. Travis was probably pretty good, but Giriko had 800 years of experience on him, and was a demon weapon. He was confident.
seechainsaw: (Comfortable)
Giriko stepped out of the airport into the heavy Brazilian heat and slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses as he glanced around. He had left behind his heavy coat and gloves, of course, wearing a safari shirt and a pair of jeans over his shitkicker boots. Even that was fucking hot, but they were going into the jungle and he didn't want to get stung by anything nasty while he was out there. Crocodiles he could handle, but mosquitos pissed him off.

A man wearing a head-to-foot black cloak and a skull-like mask drove up in a jeep. "Ready to go, Giriko-sama?" the man asked. He was likely sweating like crazy in that thing.

"Yeah, just a sec," Giriko said. "I'm waitin' for someone."

He was curious whether Henry would try to kill him again.


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