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[grimtalker]

hunter

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weasel's note: hunter's handwriting is surprisingly neat for a teenager, but otherwise nothing special.

hunter is a nosy little bastard man and you can probably find him anywhere. he lives at the inn though.

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INVENTORY

[grimtalker]

one (1) Friend and Boy (flapjack)

1 rainbow feather

After the Seance, Before Beach Time

[oleaeuropaea]

[Vash does his best to give Hunter space enough to work out his answers, be they external or internal. But when confronted with a mystery of his own, well... he can't exactly contain his patience.

So. Cue Vash knocking rather excitedly at Hunter's door. And knocking more. And still knocking. It's not urgent, in fact the knocks are almost whimsical and rhythmic. But they don't stop. Please god Vash just stop?]

[grimtalker]

[titan's fuzzy fucking slippers, give hunter time to wake UP and answer the door. his scowl and his eyebags are deeper than usual when he opens it, and even flap is slow blinking from his blanket nest on the bed.

they might have been up for days on end, investigating the entire grove.]

... Vash? What is it?

[oleaeuropaea]

I found something out!

[Sorry Hunter, he is inviting himself in. He plops right down on the edge of the bed, puts his hands on his knees, leans forward eagerly...

... and then blinks a few times.]

Did I wake you up?

[grimtalker]

[pardon flapjack, fluttering up at the last second so he doesn't get -- well -- pancaked. he'll just settle back down on vash's hair, thanks.

hunter tries to shake off some of his sleep as it finally occurs to him that he's bothered vash many more times than vash has bothered him.]

You did. But I want to hear what you have to say.

[oleaeuropaea]

Sorry, sorry. [He pats at Flapjack first, then makes a similar motion toward Hunter. Now that he's actually processing his surroundings he... feels a little bad.]

I... don't know if you heard anything about that seyonce thing? Where we all got together and contacted Ourania. I think I learned something interesting there. And maybe it connected to what all you found!

[grimtalker]

[he nods!!]

I know it happened, but I wasn't there. Obviously.

[just plops down right on the floor and looks up at vash expectantly. flapjack gives a happy little peep at the pets. no hard feelings!]

You think so? What was it?

[oleaeuropaea]

Right, right.

[He nods a few times. HIs feet push up and down, rocking his body. Don't mind him, just a self-soothing guy over here. It's not even a nervewracking subject, he's just nervous about letting Ourania down.]

She — Ourania I mean — told me we could communicate with Beiwe if we, uh. Inspected the burned town thoroughly. So I guess I was wondering if you'd found out anything more?

[grimtalker]

Oh... I haven't been able to look at anything very closely because of the sinkhole beasts, but maybe the Sky Guardian being right on the border of it is relevant somehow?

[oleaeuropaea]

That's kind of what I was thinking. They were all friends, right. Maybe it went down near someone it trusted. Or... something. I don't know.

[He shakes his head. Listen, there was a lot of exposition and he is just one soupy-brained man.]

But I guess that means investigating is going to be a little harder, what with the sinkholes, huh?

[grimtalker]

Maybe...

[hunter may not know that vash might meet his level of stubbornness, but he doesn't need to.]

We'll figure something out, even if we have to ask the other residents. It can't be impossible.

[oleaeuropaea]

You're right!

[That perks him right up.]

I actually had an idea of who! You know that Silverash guy? The one with the ears and the tail? He said he was looking to help people, right? Maybe there's a bit of incentive there? Plus I know his husband — he's a good guy!

[grimtalker]

[blank stares.]

Vash, everyone in the Grove has ears, and half have a tail.

... But yeah, I've seen him. We can ask.

[oleaeuropaea]

Do they really?

[Give him a second. He's actually counting in his mind and - ]

Ah, I guess you're right! But you know who I mean soo... do you want me to reach out to him? I can do all of the work, if you want!!

[grimtalker]

What do you take me for? Do I look like the kind of person who pushes all my work onto other people?!

[oleaeuropaea]

[Oop, he waves his hands frantically.]

No no! Nothing like that! I just don't want you to have to shoulder all the burden, y'know?!

[grimtalker]

[hmmm...]

... I understand. But no, you don't have to do that. I'll speak to him when I have a chance.

[oleaeuropaea]

I could at least come with you. It could be another pals adventure! Besides, it wouldn't show much dedication to helping Beiwe if I let you do all the work!

[grimtalker]

I guess...

Is she your patron, or something?

[oleaeuropaea]

Patron? [He squints just a little.]

I don't know about all of that. I just know that she did me a kindness. Saved my life! And I want to repay it as best as I can. So if that means making sure her wife can speak with us freely, so be it!