Lalo is one of the first people to arrive on the scene. He's not sure if he's the first, but he's one the earlier arrivals. There's a hazy green light still hanging in the air when he arrives.
Some people don't have the response to fear that they're supposed to. Maybe it's something in their upbringing; something happened to them while they were young, and it permanently damaged their ability to relate normally to danger. Or maybe it's something else, something that's just fundamentally wrong with the way their brain is wired. Who can say?
Whatever the reason, Lalo is one go those people. Fear drives him not to hide, or to flee, but propels him straight towards the thing that drives such terror into his heart. It's no different when he feels the fear of the Darkwalker; the sheer terror sending him towards the church.
He lets the feeling of fear guide him to where he's supposed to go.
The fear, and the ripples in the snow, like waves frozen in time. The waves proceed in a straight line; Lalo follows.
When he arrives, the place is eerily calm. No tracks, except for whatever tracks might belong to any other Interlopers who have beaten him there. Nothing disturbed, except a few things that looked like they've been knocked over from the force of something.
The bodies look like they've been dropped from a height.
Lalo starts to pick through them, rummaging for anything useful. It's very quiet and still, quiet enough that Lalo can hear even the faintest step towards him. The crowd hasn't gathered yet. It would be hard to imagine missing even someone fleet-flooted in this quiet.
Lalo's head snaps up at the sound of their approach. And he grins.
Lalo is nothing if not shameless. "You gonna just stand there?" he says. "C'monnn. This way we can make sure everything gets divvied up among the people who need it." A wink. "What do you say?"
cw: body looting
Some people don't have the response to fear that they're supposed to. Maybe it's something in their upbringing; something happened to them while they were young, and it permanently damaged their ability to relate normally to danger. Or maybe it's something else, something that's just fundamentally wrong with the way their brain is wired. Who can say?
Whatever the reason, Lalo is one go those people. Fear drives him not to hide, or to flee, but propels him straight towards the thing that drives such terror into his heart. It's no different when he feels the fear of the Darkwalker; the sheer terror sending him towards the church.
He lets the feeling of fear guide him to where he's supposed to go.
The fear, and the ripples in the snow, like waves frozen in time. The waves proceed in a straight line; Lalo follows.
When he arrives, the place is eerily calm. No tracks, except for whatever tracks might belong to any other Interlopers who have beaten him there. Nothing disturbed, except a few things that looked like they've been knocked over from the force of something.
The bodies look like they've been dropped from a height.
Lalo starts to pick through them, rummaging for anything useful. It's very quiet and still, quiet enough that Lalo can hear even the faintest step towards him. The crowd hasn't gathered yet. It would be hard to imagine missing even someone fleet-flooted in this quiet.
Lalo's head snaps up at the sound of their approach. And he grins.
Lalo is nothing if not shameless. "You gonna just stand there?" he says. "C'monnn. This way we can make sure everything gets divvied up among the people who need it." A wink. "What do you say?"
Sounds logical to Lalo, anyway!