[ Jay has his gun on hand, ready to be loud and obnoxious where necessary, but there's a certain tension in his entire body as he moves. The spirits don't exactly terrify him-- he's seen similar before. Been possessed by similar. It is what it is. But he wants, more than anything, to avoid a situation like when the fog horn went off.
When people died all over the town. After a party.
It's hard not to draw the immediate parallels. But he glances at his two companions, looking for where they're covering, where their gaps are-- and subtly trying to get a sense for their exact skills. He's got his guns, his utility belt, and every skill he's ever learned. he can cover everything in the middle. ]
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When people died all over the town. After a party.
It's hard not to draw the immediate parallels. But he glances at his two companions, looking for where they're covering, where their gaps are-- and subtly trying to get a sense for their exact skills. He's got his guns, his utility belt, and every skill he's ever learned. he can cover everything in the middle. ]