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In a cabin in the woods, there are 5 kids. 5 kids who shouldn't even be alive, nervermind hiding.

In a home in a town, there is a girl. A girl with a dream; to defeat all threats to her home and bring those she loves back.

The kids...don't have the best relationship. But sticking together is the best they can do. They'll separate when they can. At least, that's what they tell themselves.

The girl protects herself, and she likes the independence. She doesn't need any assistance. At least, that's what she tells herself.

They're all tired of this. But to change is to hurt, and nobody likes pain.

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#hatchetfield rp

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

agent-ferguson

...Is Lydia your guardian?

paenitet-servi

Yeah.

Kinda?

agent-ferguson

...Alright. And you’re all safe?

[Close enough. Sean could hopefully come back for more information.]

paenitet-servi

What is this, twenty questions?

You can just go to bed again, y'know. If you're gonna be grumpy.

...yeah. We're fine.

[The scar over one of his eyes seems to tell a different story.]

agent-ferguson

Teenagers in an isolated broken-down cabin in the woods tend to raise concerns.

[He says it a bit flatly, not really meaning to. Sean’s gaze moves to the scar.]

Right. Might I ask how you got hurt?

[He tries to soften his tone, but that’s not a strong point of his.]

paenitet-servi

No the fuck you may not— who'd you work for?

I think—

You do? Go inside, Lupe.

Fuck you.

[Despite the cursing, she goes into the cabin, pushing him away from the doorframe and slamming the door.]

There's no way in hell your name's 'Herman.' Who are you?

agent-ferguson

[Keep calm. Civil or not, responding with aggression is sure to cause a similar reaction.]

You’re right. It isn’t. I was being careful.

[He contemplates stepping closer, then decides against it.]

I did find your cabin by accident - that wasn’t a lie. My name is Sean.

paenitet-servi

...Sean. Huh.

[The hostility of before has calmed, but the kid's still cagey.]

agent-ferguson

[Sean notes that, internally relieved. He thinks over saying more, running his tongue along the back of his teeth.]

My organisation considers me a useful resource. I can feel paranormal energy, and your home is quite...loud because of it.

paenitet-servi

Yeah, yeah, it...it is loud.

[He nods.]

...And you said organization. Okay.

[It's being made clearer that all that aggressiveness stems from a different, much older emotion; fear.]

agent-ferguson

[He catches that, at least. The idea of pulling out the gun gets farther away.]

The intentions of both me and my company aren’t necessarily to harm you. I swear. I’m a cataloguer, and as long as none of you pose any threat, it will stay that way.

paenitet-servi

Alright. Okay. That's— alright.

[Thomas rubs his good eye, stifling a yawn. The other two didn't seem as tired as this one.]

...we're not a threat.

['To you,' he fails to add.]

agent-ferguson

And that is all I needed to know. Thank you.

[Sean assumes he’d woken him up prematurely, hence the tiredness. The kid seems genuine, but those were just words. A deeper investigation was in order, but that would be left for later.]

paenitet-servi

Mhm.

[He looks at the ground for a second before remembering that—]

Oh, wai— um. I'm supposed to...uh.

[The word he's looking for is 'kill you.' However, after saying that you and these people are not a threat, that seems like a bad idea.]

...scare you off.

agent-ferguson

[…Heh. Sean finds that vaguely amusing. He doesn’t, of course, seem very scared.]

...Ah. Well, then.

[He waits.]

paenitet-servi

...well, I'm not going to now. I'll just tell Lydia I did.

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

agent-ferguson

...Is Lydia your guardian?

paenitet-servi

Yeah.

Kinda?

agent-ferguson

...Alright. And you’re all safe?

[Close enough. Sean could hopefully come back for more information.]

paenitet-servi

What is this, twenty questions?

You can just go to bed again, y'know. If you're gonna be grumpy.

...yeah. We're fine.

[The scar over one of his eyes seems to tell a different story.]

agent-ferguson

Teenagers in an isolated broken-down cabin in the woods tend to raise concerns.

[He says it a bit flatly, not really meaning to. Sean’s gaze moves to the scar.]

Right. Might I ask how you got hurt?

[He tries to soften his tone, but that’s not a strong point of his.]

paenitet-servi

No the fuck you may not— who'd you work for?

I think—

You do? Go inside, Lupe.

Fuck you.

[Despite the cursing, she goes into the cabin, pushing him away from the doorframe and slamming the door.]

There's no way in hell your name's 'Herman.' Who are you?

agent-ferguson

[Keep calm. Civil or not, responding with aggression is sure to cause a similar reaction.]

You’re right. It isn’t. I was being careful.

[He contemplates stepping closer, then decides against it.]

I did find your cabin by accident - that wasn’t a lie. My name is Sean.

paenitet-servi

...Sean. Huh.

[The hostility of before has calmed, but the kid's still cagey.]

agent-ferguson

[Sean notes that, internally relieved. He thinks over saying more, running his tongue along the back of his teeth.]

My organisation considers me a useful resource. I can feel paranormal energy, and your home is quite...loud because of it.

paenitet-servi

Yeah, yeah, it...it is loud.

[He nods.]

...And you said organization. Okay.

[It's being made clearer that all that aggressiveness stems from a different, much older emotion; fear.]

agent-ferguson

[He catches that, at least. The idea of pulling out the gun gets farther away.]

The intentions of both me and my company aren’t necessarily to harm you. I swear. I’m a cataloguer, and as long as none of you pose any threat, it will stay that way.

paenitet-servi

Alright. Okay. That's— alright.

[Thomas rubs his good eye, stifling a yawn. The other two didn't seem as tired as this one.]

...we're not a threat.

['To you,' he fails to add.]

agent-ferguson

And that is all I needed to know. Thank you.

[Sean assumes he’d woken him up prematurely, hence the tiredness. The kid seems genuine, but those were just words. A deeper investigation was in order, but that would be left for later.]

paenitet-servi

Mhm.

[He looks at the ground for a second before remembering that—]

Oh, wai— um. I'm supposed to...uh.

[The word he's looking for is 'kill you.' However, after saying that you and these people are not a threat, that seems like a bad idea.]

...scare you off.

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

agent-ferguson

...Is Lydia your guardian?

paenitet-servi

Yeah.

Kinda?

agent-ferguson

...Alright. And you’re all safe?

[Close enough. Sean could hopefully come back for more information.]

paenitet-servi

What is this, twenty questions?

You can just go to bed again, y'know. If you're gonna be grumpy.

...yeah. We're fine.

[The scar over one of his eyes seems to tell a different story.]

agent-ferguson

Teenagers in an isolated broken-down cabin in the woods tend to raise concerns.

[He says it a bit flatly, not really meaning to. Sean’s gaze moves to the scar.]

Right. Might I ask how you got hurt?

[He tries to soften his tone, but that’s not a strong point of his.]

paenitet-servi

No the fuck you may not— who'd you work for?

I think—

You do? Go inside, Lupe.

Fuck you.

[Despite the cursing, she goes into the cabin, pushing him away from the doorframe and slamming the door.]

There's no way in hell your name's 'Herman.' Who are you?

agent-ferguson

[Keep calm. Civil or not, responding with aggression is sure to cause a similar reaction.]

You’re right. It isn’t. I was being careful.

[He contemplates stepping closer, then decides against it.]

I did find your cabin by accident - that wasn’t a lie. My name is Sean.

paenitet-servi

...Sean. Huh.

[The hostility of before has calmed, but the kid's still cagey.]

agent-ferguson

[Sean notes that, internally relieved. He thinks over saying more, running his tongue along the back of his teeth.]

My organisation considers me a useful resource. I can feel paranormal energy, and your home is quite...loud because of it.

paenitet-servi

Yeah, yeah, it...it is loud.

[He nods.]

...And you said organization. Okay.

[It's being made clearer that all that aggressiveness stems from a different, much older emotion; fear.]

agent-ferguson

[He catches that, at least. The idea of pulling out the gun gets farther away.]

The intentions of both me and my company aren’t necessarily to harm you. I swear. I’m a cataloguer, and as long as none of you pose any threat, it will stay that way.

paenitet-servi

Alright. Okay. That's— alright.

[Thomas rubs his good eye, stifling a yawn. The other two didn't seem as tired as this one.]

...we're not a threat.

['To you,' he fails to add.]

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

agent-ferguson

...Is Lydia your guardian?

paenitet-servi

Yeah.

Kinda?

agent-ferguson

...Alright. And you’re all safe?

[Close enough. Sean could hopefully come back for more information.]

paenitet-servi

What is this, twenty questions?

You can just go to bed again, y'know. If you're gonna be grumpy.

...yeah. We're fine.

[The scar over one of his eyes seems to tell a different story.]

agent-ferguson

Teenagers in an isolated broken-down cabin in the woods tend to raise concerns.

[He says it a bit flatly, not really meaning to. Sean’s gaze moves to the scar.]

Right. Might I ask how you got hurt?

[He tries to soften his tone, but that’s not a strong point of his.]

paenitet-servi

No the fuck you may not— who'd you work for?

I think—

You do? Go inside, Lupe.

Fuck you.

[Despite the cursing, she goes into the cabin, pushing him away from the doorframe and slamming the door.]

There's no way in hell your name's 'Herman.' Who are you?

agent-ferguson

[Keep calm. Civil or not, responding with aggression is sure to cause a similar reaction.]

You’re right. It isn’t. I was being careful.

[He contemplates stepping closer, then decides against it.]

I did find your cabin by accident - that wasn’t a lie. My name is Sean.

paenitet-servi

...Sean. Huh.

[The hostility of before has calmed, but the kid's still cagey.]

agent-ferguson

[Sean notes that, internally relieved. He thinks over saying more, running his tongue along the back of his teeth.]

My organisation considers me a useful resource. I can feel paranormal energy, and your home is quite...loud because of it.

paenitet-servi

Yeah, yeah, it...it is loud.

[He nods.]

...And you said organization. Okay.

[It's being made clearer that all that aggressiveness stems from a different, much older emotion; fear.]

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

agent-ferguson

...Is Lydia your guardian?

paenitet-servi

Yeah.

Kinda?

agent-ferguson

...Alright. And you’re all safe?

[Close enough. Sean could hopefully come back for more information.]

paenitet-servi

What is this, twenty questions?

You can just go to bed again, y'know. If you're gonna be grumpy.

...yeah. We're fine.

[The scar over one of his eyes seems to tell a different story.]

agent-ferguson

Teenagers in an isolated broken-down cabin in the woods tend to raise concerns.

[He says it a bit flatly, not really meaning to. Sean’s gaze moves to the scar.]

Right. Might I ask how you got hurt?

[He tries to soften his tone, but that’s not a strong point of his.]

paenitet-servi

No the fuck you may not— who'd you work for?

I think—

You do? Go inside, Lupe.

Fuck you.

[Despite the cursing, she goes into the cabin, pushing him away from the doorframe and slamming the door.]

There's no way in hell your name's 'Herman.' Who are you?

agent-ferguson

[Keep calm. Civil or not, responding with aggression is sure to cause a similar reaction.]

You’re right. It isn’t. I was being careful.

[He contemplates stepping closer, then decides against it.]

I did find your cabin by accident - that wasn’t a lie. My name is Sean.

paenitet-servi

...Sean. Huh.

[The hostility of before has calmed, but the kid's still cagey.]

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

agent-ferguson

...Is Lydia your guardian?

paenitet-servi

Yeah.

Kinda?

agent-ferguson

...Alright. And you’re all safe?

[Close enough. Sean could hopefully come back for more information.]

paenitet-servi

What is this, twenty questions?

You can just go to bed again, y'know. If you're gonna be grumpy.

...yeah. We're fine.

[The scar over one of his eyes seems to tell a different story.]

agent-ferguson

Teenagers in an isolated broken-down cabin in the woods tend to raise concerns.

[He says it a bit flatly, not really meaning to. Sean’s gaze moves to the scar.]

Right. Might I ask how you got hurt?

[He tries to soften his tone, but that’s not a strong point of his.]

paenitet-servi

No the fuck you may not— who'd you work for?

I think—

You do? Go inside, Lupe.

Fuck you.

[Despite the cursing, she goes into the cabin, pushing him away from the doorframe and slamming the door.]

There's no way in hell your name's 'Herman.' Who are you?

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

agent-ferguson

...Is Lydia your guardian?

paenitet-servi

Yeah.

Kinda?

agent-ferguson

...Alright. And you’re all safe?

[Close enough. Sean could hopefully come back for more information.]

paenitet-servi

What is this, twenty questions?

You can just go to bed again, y'know. If you're gonna be grumpy.

...yeah. We're fine.

[The scar over one of his eyes seems to tell a different story.]

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

agent-ferguson

...Is Lydia your guardian?

paenitet-servi

Yeah.

Kinda?

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

agent-ferguson

I-

[-Try not to lie. He catches the hitch before it becomes apparent with a smile.]

Try my best to be.

[It isn’t as if he wants to enter their home, either. For his safety.]

...Might I ask what you all are doing here? You’re not all teenagers, are you?

paenitet-servi

Nah. Lydia's—

[He elbows her.]

Ey. No.

Pbbt.

...We live here.

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under his eyes, he really needed that sleep.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

agent-ferguson

[His gun is safely packed. Unless something is tried, he guesses. Sean waves slowly.]

Hello. I would like to say stumbling across your house was completely accidental.

paenitet-servi

...alright.

[He doesn't believe him. He couldn't make that any clearer.]

Bossman told me to come out here.

She wants me?

Nah. Just wanted me to check what scared Ovie. Or who.

Well, Herman is nice. Aren't you, Herman? Don't scare him off.

...not yet.

Thomas!

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

agent-ferguson

How...old are you?

[Sean can’t say he’s spent enough time in the base’s pubescent ward to really know for sure.]

paenitet-servi

Oh, I just turned sixteen a month ago. Why?

[The door opens again. The high-pitched noise gets clearer— it's more of a tune than a singular note.]

Who's this?

[A boy leans by the rotten doorframe looking like he just woke up. And judging by the bags under one of his eyes, he really needed that sleep. The other eye has a horrible scar over it; it doesn't look like it healed properly.]

Tommy! This—

Thomas.

—is Herman!

And why is 'Herman' here?

Curiosity. Where's Ovie?

With the others.

[He eyes Sean warily.]

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

agent-ferguson

[Five. He keeps that for later. The last part raises an alarm bell or two.]

...How so?

paenitet-servi

Scare 'em off, usually. Shadows and scary voices. Sometimes, when they're violent, Thomas takes care of it. Not sure what he does, though. All I know is the problem is solved fast!

[She smiles; it's genuine.]

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

agent-ferguson

[Sean stares at the closed door for a moment.]

It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space.

[He frowns.]

You live with other people?

[Of course they did, judging by the signals.]

paenitet-servi

Yeah. There's me, Ovie, Tommy, Felix, and Lydia! They're cool. Like me!

[Well, that's why the energy was so strong.]

But yeah, they're pretty shy. Don't like people coming around. Just wanna get rid of them. Psh.

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

agent-ferguson

[…She had no fae energy to her. Nor did the teen? Young adult?]

Herman.

[Couldn't be too careful.]

paenitet-servi

Herman! That's a nice name. Normally, I'd invite you in, but I'd get yelled at. Is it alright if you hang outside?

Lupe—

Mm?

[He whispers something to her. She nods, and Ovie rushes inside, closing the door behind him.]

...yeah, he doesn't like visitors. None of 'em do.

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

agent-ferguson

I’m - sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare him - Ovie. His gaze shifts to the girl, then back to him.

Hello there. So sorry, I was only curious.

paenitet-servi

[The nod he gives is quick before he scoots behind her.]

Don't mind him. He's just a little jumpy. Right?

...mm-hm.

See? I'm Lupe. Who's you?

paenitet-servi

[Sean makes his way around the woods in patrol, keeping his gun close. PEIP hadn’t sent him here, but his company had, and he took his orders foremost from them. PEIP hopefully wouldn’t be upset at some precaution. Despite his discomfort with the woods overall.

A flash of brown catches his eye, and he backtracks quickly to look at the cabin.]

@agent-ferguson (Hello :3)

[There's a heavy energy surrounding it; it tastes like rotting meat. It feels like fuzz and sandpaper. It sounds all too high-pitched to be a normal location.]

[A teen picks some flowers by it, face covered by a mask and almost fully covered in layers of clothes. He hasn't noticed Sean yet.]

agent-ferguson

[He cringes as it all mixes together into an odd slurry. It, of course, melts with every other entity’s magical signature, and Sean breathes a bit to temper it all. The damn woods. But the cabin can’t go overlooked - that wouldn’t go over well.

Seeing the teen - oh, not kids - Sean carefully pockets his weapon.]

Um...hello.

[He steps out of the trees with just as much caution.]

paenitet-servi

[His head snaps up. The shift of legs and the shrinking of pupils resemble something similar to a feral sort of fear. He says nothing— doesn't get the opportunity to before a girl bursts open the cabin door and rushes out. She seems...cheery.]

Ah! A visitor! Hi! Ovie, say hi.

[Her energy is almost as loud as her personality; something paranoia inducing. Unseeable eyes.]

...hi.

[She looks younger than him. 15, 16 at the most.]

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