James was confused why he got so much hostility. Wait, what was he even doing and why was Li staring at him. Most importantly, where the fuck did edge go? All these questions raced through James's mind as he came back to his senses, and slowly dawned upon him that it had happened again.
[b]"Wait, so, um... Has anyone fought undead before because... I haven't, and I kinda don't now what to do about them."[/b] he said, looking rather sheepish in the face of these people giving rather offensive looks. What did he say to offend them. Wait, more importantly, what did he even SAY. He couldn't remember, oddly. All he could remember was that he arrived, introduced himself and then there was nothing. 
[b]"Also, uh, where did the odd looking guy who was an apparent Hellsing go?"[/b]

[i]"Don't. Go. To. The. Crypt."[/i]

What the fuck? Was someone playing a joke using magic because it really wasn't funny. The voice... It was dark, old and weary. The crypt? Did it mean the one in Paris. He hit himself on the head, slightly concerned about whet just happened. There was a rippling blue gate there, which he could only assume on be the Layline gate. 
[b]"S-so we go through that, right?"[/b] he asked,walking towards it and stepping through. What came next could not be explained with any amount of words, but needless yo say it was a trip and a half. Arriving, he stepped through the wooden door and immediately saw Edge. He smelt the godawful smell of whatever it was and looked away, shielding his nose from it.
[b]"Maaan did this place really have to be the first location?"[/b] James groaned, slowly recovering from the stench. Then he stayed, waiting for the others to come through.