Re: Chapter 15.4: Itza-chu, Vampire Hunter
To say John was lost in thought would have been a misnomer. He was damn well swimming in it. He tried to remain alert but his thoughts were jumping from event to event he had experienced in the past few days. He had never been a smart man, not book smart anyway, though he seemed to have sense when it mattered. Unfortunately it wasn't helping him make sense of everything he had been witness to.
His Master, his companions, the tenuous and shaky alliances of this town on the edge, witnessing Adrien picking up the garb of that... thing did little to sooth his worries. There was something wrong about wearing that which had adorned something so terrible. Now he seemed to find himself in the company of vampires, of the living dead, of tin can angels, of... whatever the hell Danny and Gus were. He could kick air and send a man ten yards away flying as though he had connected with his skull and he seemed to be the least strange person here. Now all of the others were about to explode into violence at any minute.
"This is not what this town needs right now." he said aloud, more to himself than to anyone present, though it was loud enough to hear. "Folks, given the heap o' crap that has struck this town of late, isn't there something better we can be doing than tearing into each other like idjits?"
He laughed and shook his head in spite of the tense situation. "I swear, we have some ancient snake god messing with things, some strange Society, a bunch of assassins apparently, walking corpses, Apaches, there fear those things are filling this town with just makes it all worse without you lot fixin' to kill one another. Heck, we actually pull our heads out of our asses work together it'd be them shakin' in their boots. Look at us. Work together and we could terrorize the damn terrors." He spat. "Or you all can act like fools and weaken the best hope this damned town has."