goes bump in the night

Uh, hey. BPRD Field Agent Everett Boudreaux at your service. When stuff goes bump in the night, I'm the kinda fella you wanna call. tracking: agentboudreaux {Indie RP for OC BPRD agent. Open to all fandoms and OCs.}

[agentboudreaux]

Ireland

[agentandersen]

At Boudreaux’s question, Soren pulled a small notebook out of his jacket pocket and flipped it open. “Truthfully, there was nothing overly interesting in the file about the Murphy family. They seem fairly normal, aside from the fact that their son, a six year old boy named Colin, was the first to go missing. Apparently he was last seen playing on the playground near the lake…” Gods, a lake. Why couldn’t it be something sturdy and solid and not full of water? Hopefully they wouldn’t have to venture near it, or if they did, Soren could find a way out of getting too close to the water. “The child he was playing with got called home, but Colin never returned home… That’s essentially all the file said about the Murphys.”

[agentboudreaux]

Everett shoved his hands into his pockets as they walked, pressing his arms close against his sides in an attempt to fight back against the chill in the air. He listened as Andersen spoke, watching the other man out of the corner of his eye. "It almost just sounds like the kid up and ran away. At least, it would if there weren't so damn many of 'em missin'... Could always be a group of kids decided to run away, but they're so young. Plus, they didn't all leave at once."

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[agentboudreaux]

Ireland

[agentandersen]

Soren followed dutifully after Boudreaux as he led them out of the inn, content to let the other man take control. When Boudreaux stopped, Soren followed his example, coming to a halt beside him. He considered the two options silently for a moment before answering Boudreaux’s question. “I believe interviewing them together will suffice,” he finally replied, “unless you’d rather we do it separately?”

[agentboudreaux]

"Nah, doin' it together's fine by me," Everett said. It wasn't like Andersen was unpleasant to be around, after all, and Everett had the strange feeling that part of him would have been disappointed if Andersen had chosen to interview the parents separately. He didn't mention that, though - instead, he pushed it to the back of his mind and turned to begin walking in the direction that he was fairly certain the first set of parents' house was in. "Let's get this show on the road."

After a few minutes of walking in silence, with Everett stealing the occasional glance at his partner, Everett decided to speak. "So, what do we know about the first family?" 

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[agentboudreaux]

Ireland

[agentandersen]

God, the wallpaper in here was truly horrific. It was a crime against nature, really. The entire room was mildly nauseating, but the wallpaper was truly awful - a dreadful, overly bright shade of pink that did little to improve the eyesore of a pattern that was sprawled across it. Hopefully they would not be here for very long - or, at least, they would stay busy enough that he would be spared the sight of this hideous wallpaper. Okay, there was a small chance that he was overreacting. The wallpaper was unpleasant to look at, yes, but he was more likely than not just projecting his desire to be back home onto an otherwise innocent object. Regardless of the reason behind the feelings, the wallpaper was a travesty and Soren did not want to spend any more time than necessary looking at it.

Soren fled the room as soon as what he deemed an appropriate amount of time passed, walking briskly to the agreed upon meeting place. Hopefully Boudreaux wouldn’t keep him waiting too long if he had yet to arrive… Or maybe he wouldn’t have to wait at all. He was fairly certain that that was Boudreaux sitting in one of the armchairs, but it was hard to tell as all he could currently see was the back of the man’s head. That was definitely Boudreaux, he decided as he came further into the room, but how long had the man been waiting? “My apologizes for keeping you waiting. I would have came sooner had I known you were already here,” Soren apologized, stopping beside the chair. 

"Are you ready to go?"

[agentboudreaux]

Thankfully, Everett did not have to wait very long. Andersen appeared not long after Everett sat down, apologizing unnecessarily for his supposed lateness. "S'fine," Everett said, waving a hand dismissively. "I just sat down, so it's not like I was waitin' very long." He hauled himself up onto his feet, nodding at Andersen's question. "Yeah. Sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can leave."

Everett led the way out of the inn, only glancing over his shoulder once to make sure Andersen was actually following him. Once they were outside the inn, he stopped and turned to face his partner. "So, how do you wanna do this? Split the parents between us or interview 'em together? Doin' it separate would be faster, but goin' together might be easier. Make sure neither of us forgets to ask anything important and whatnot..."

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[agentboudreaux]

Ireland

[agentandersen]

"Not quite," Soren said with a slight shake of his head. "If it’s just a bit, then I suppose it does tingle a bit, but even then it’s sort of draining. If I’m generating a lot, it’s more of a surging feeling than anything. It’s usually quite exhausting, so I try to refrain from doing it often…"

[agentboudreaux]

Everett listened intently as Andersen spoke, genuinely interested in what the other man had to say. "That's real interestin'," he said, when it seemed like Andersen did not intend to continue speaking. "Much as I'd like to hear more, I'm sure you're tired of talkin' about this, and I should probably try to read some of this book before we get there, so I guess it's time to end this round of twenty questions - for now, anyway. Thanks for answerin' my questions." That said, Everett sat back in his seat, no longer in Andersen's personal space aside from his arm that was still occupying the armrest dividing them, and settled in to read the book Andersen had given him...

Ireland was, as it turned out, fucking cold - at least, Everett thought so. The town turned out to be more of a village than anything, and they had approximately one option for where to stay. At least the little inn was cosy and looked fairly clean, if a bit tacky. Everett had certainly stayed in worse places, even if he found all the frilly decorations in his room down right appalling. It wasn't like he planned on spending much time in there, anyway. The plan was to handle the situation as quickly and carefully as possible, and that's what he intended to do. He only stayed in his room long enough to throw his bag down on the be and freshen up after the long ass plane ride. After checking that his gun was loaded, he slid it into the holster hidden by his jacket before leaving his room to meet up with Andersen downstairs.

A quick look around the room revealed that his parter had not arrived yet. Apparently Andersen wasn't in quite as big of a rush to get out of there as Everett was, which was fine. Everett slunk down in one of the overstuffed chairs in the room, waiting patiently for his partner to arrive.

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[agentboudreaux]

Ireland

[agentandersen]

Despite his initial instinct when someone leaned closer to him generally being to lean back, unless the situation warranted him standing his ground, Soren remained in place when Boudreaux leaned against the armrest separating them. He was most likely just trying to hear Soren better, he assured himself, and the slight invasion of his personal space was not really intrusive. “No, not really,” Soren replied honestly. “It’s difficult to describe how it feels, actually. It sort of tingles when it’s just a small amount, but the feeling really depends on the amount that I’m absorbing.”

[agentboudreaux]

"It tingles, huh?" That wasn't quite the answer he had expected. He had assumed that it would be more, well, shocking, but Andersen was apparently built to handle electricity, so it made sense that it wouldn't really harm him. "What about generatin' it? That tingle too?"

[agentboudreaux]

Ireland

[agentandersen]

That was awfully kind of Boudreaux, giving him a way out of answering any questions that might make him uncomfortable. Soren nodded his agreement, slightly more comfortable with the deal than he had been a moment ago. When Boudreaux finally revealed what his question was, Soren relaxed slightly. It wasn’t one of Soren’s favorite conversational topics, but it was hardly the most uncomfortable. “Truthfully, I’m not entirely sure how it works myself,” Soren admitted, “but since you were so willing to answer my questions, I’ll do my best to answer any you might have. Since you read my file, I assume you know that my, as you called it, electric problem allows me to control, absorb, and generate electricity. Aside from that, is there anything specific you wanted to know?”

[agentboudreaux]

He shrugged slightly at Andersen's question, crossing his legs and leaning on the armrest between their seats. "Anything you feel comfortable tellin' me about it is fine with me, but as for specifics..." He trailed off momentarily, considering his options for a moment before asking a more specific question. "Does it hurt? Abosrbin' it, I mean."