[i]When Garin poked his head over the gate, the horned helmet tilting back, Jason's silver-grey eyes looking up at the demonic edgelord with a slight smirk, entertained by the reaction his sudden reappearance got. When the gate was pushed open, the Russian was still where he had been, even if now, he was scratching the giant wolf-hound at his side behind his ears, lightly ruffling the thick, dense fur, the dog wagging his tail in delight.[/i] "Yeah, Jason motherfuсkin' Fandango..." [i]He snickered quietly, voice laced with a static undertone caused by his helmet.[/i]

I need you to be my access point to chat, as I got banned for asking if someone was -blam!-. Garin was amazed, and it was evident in his entire demeanor. "So you're really him... Wow. I must say, I'm impressed. Come on in." [spoiler]I have a few questions for Pants and Cthulhu.[/spoiler]

"Impressed?" [i]Jason couldn't help but feel curious, his right eyebrow shooting up, but he nevertheless took his chance, slipping by Garin and into the Dojo itself, turning back to look at him.[/i]