[RL with Henry]

[seechainsaw]

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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Henry flinched at the horrible noise. He decided to stop wandering around and ended up circling back to where Giriko was mumbling to the machine and stood back a few feet to watch. He had to admit: it was interesting to see how the man was fixing this thing with just a wrench and a glowing glove.

He was silent the entire time, moving only to wipe the sweat off his forehead. It was cooler in here by a lot, but still too warm for him. Occasionally, he caught himself craning his neck to try and see inside the machine and what Giriko was actually doing to it, but restrained his curiosity. He was still not comfortable around this thing nor was he particularly interested in how it actually worked.