[The first warning sign is the way the ground begins to tremble beneath his weight. He starts scrambling back, but not quickly enough - the floor caves in underneath him, and Agent Washington goes skidding into the chambers of the earth in a graceless tumble of dirt clods and dead plant matter.]
[The impact blows a confetti puff of stars out from behind clamped-shut lids. The murk takes some time adjusting to, once he opens them.]
[But as they do, the green-turquoise-whatever-the-fuck-it-is shade is damn near unmistakable.]
no subject
[The impact blows a confetti puff of stars out from behind clamped-shut lids. The murk takes some time adjusting to, once he opens them.]
[But as they do, the green-turquoise-whatever-the-fuck-it-is shade is damn near unmistakable.]
...ow.
[Some things never change.]