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17 || Female || May 1st
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Jo
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Human
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Major Healing Magic
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Serrated Sword
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[/hr]{25} | {Female} | {Inguz (Ursine)} | {Neutral} | {2 Months}
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- Light leather chestplate
- Necklaces with carved, wooden
- Leaf-bound bundles of natural healing salves
- Bag of food
- Strengths
- Weaknesses
Fairly short and stout, Karhu stands at around 5'3" with a notably thick build. Her body is heavy with muscles sculpted from days of labor, which are often on show due to her preference for less constringent clothing. A warm honey color, her eyes frequently glow with a gentle mirth. Karhu's hair is a thicket of dark brown locks and seldom tied back, save for small side braids threaded with beads, feathers, or whatever catches her eye. Her skin is well tanned with the faintest of darker freckles splashed across face and body. Several scars pepper her body, centered mostly on her torso and arms. Several patterns of traditional tattoos cover her chest and back, a marking mimicked on her fur whenever she becomes a bear. Karhu's most notable feature is the coarse, brown fur on her arms, which extend from her elbows to the needle sharp claws on her hands. Similar in ursine-like design are her teeth, with canines a bit more sharper than an average human's.
What Karhu lacks in height, she makes up for greatly in heart. She's an empathetic soul who's quick to claim protective care over those she sees as weak or helpless. Along the same lines is Karhu's reliance on impulse than thought to judge her actions. Her nonchalant attitude and tendency towards napping have led many to perceive her as lazy. In actuality, she holds a short attention span to things that are of very little interest to her. But when her mind is stuck on an idea, it's stuck. Karhu is fiercely passionate about things she believes in, and will stubbornly stick to it until it gets done. She's honest, at times harshly so, as well as curious and inquisitive. Though Karhu enjoys company, she doesn't actively seek it out, instead preferring the comfort of her lonesome. Whenever she's caught in these moments of solitude, she tends to be more quiet and calmer than usual.
Raised in a remote community in the north-eastern areas of Keth, Karhu was raised under more humble circumstances. Her family was traditional and held tight to the tribal customs of the Ursine tribe of the Wildlands from whence her ancestors came from. Though life wasn't exactly extravagant, it was simple and full of fond memories.
When Karhu was eighteen, she was tasked to complete her Daysleeping Travel -- a tradition that marked one's coming of age. Karhu was to travel for a month, relying solely on her skills and wits, in order to find her 'True Dream' before returning. Whatever that meant. It was a task of monumental importance and danger. However, from the tales her family weaved of their travels and satisfaction of finding their True Dreams, it was something Karhu was more than eager to take up. So, with goodbyes brief but emotional, the young Inguz set off.
The first week of travel yielded optimism for the coming days ahead. The second week gave hardships, but its own share of silver linings as well. By the time the third week rolled along, Karhu was beginning to question everything. Around that point in her travels, Karhu's supplies were beginning to dwindle. She avoided settlements like the plague, as her last trips to one had ended with a couple fights and bitter threats. Hunting had proven fruitless, scavenging led to upset stomachs, and still, there was no sign of whatever this 'True Dream' was. The only thing keeping Karhu going was her fear of her family's disappointment.
Then Karhu met her first human.
She had made it as far as the western area of Keth, close enough to the border to see the tall fortresses looming just in the distance. It was an area she had been told to avoid if she could, but curiosity (and the temptation of kind soldiers handing out meals) had lured her near. Karhu was taking shelter in the surrounding forest when she came across him: a human laying face first on the ground. His clothing was nothing more than rags, but there was a foreign scent on him that Karhu was sure was Artanese. Still, he was bleeding and unconscious, and Karhu had learned to never leave another unaided. Besides, if worst came to worst, she could always chuck him to the Kethian soldiers to deal with. She took pity on the man and, though still a bit suspicious, nursed him back to health in the secrecy of the forest. When the man awoke, he was justifiably more than a little panicked at finding a clawed hand dabbing sweat from his brow. After a few moments of panicked yelling, terrified hitting, and scrambling around, Karhu finally managed to calm down (or at least pin down) the man long enough to explain that she had been the one to save him.
The man introduced himself as Cirris, a former mercenary with the luck of being captured and turned slave. He had been in the forced servitude of an Artanese general, brought along to the border as help when he saw his chance to escape. Cirris fled in the night, just barely managing to sneak past Artanese lines when he was spotted by Kethian forces. He had been chased and clawed relentlessly, and it was at the mercy of the fates that he had just managed to hide long enough for the soldiers to leave. That was when Karhu had found him.
Hearing this, Karhu grew angry and spiteful at such treatment. The notion of enslavement made little sense to her. Why imprison a fellow being, especially one of weaker values? There was no honor in it. From this, she made a deal with Cirris: if he helped her complete her Daysleeping Travel, she would help him find a boat and make it to safety. It was an ambitious endeavor, but both parties were in agreement.
And so began the start of an unusual friendship. It was rocky at first, of course. Cirris was a man who had learned to get by on trickery and deceit; Karhu believed in a more honest approach to situations. They often butted heads, with the promise the reason they stayed together. Tensions lessened as weeks passed. The two found steady roles in their travels. Karhu hunted, Cirris searched for roots and berries, and, if unpleasant company were to come their way, both would eagerly fight.
Stories were also shared between them. Cirris talked about his travels prior to his enslavement, and how odd some of the jobs he had to take were. In return, Karhu talked about her family, the old tales they had, and their traditions. Then, after a good amount of time and trust had passed between them, she explained about her journey. She revealed that she was meant to find her True Dream, but not once managed to figure out what that meant. They were nearing the end of their travels, and still, she had no clue of what that was, or how to achieve it, or if her family would still accept her after not finding it. Then Cirris talked about his past. That he believed he was an awful person. That he wanted to change. That he wanted to stop caring about the coin and end being a mercenary. Maybe even put his skills to good use by joining those King's Wardens blokes he'd been hearing about. So, the two made a second deal. If Cirris still wanted to change and Karhu still felt incomplete, they would leave. They would meet up at Morcrest, join the Wardens, and do whatever accomplished good people did.
When Karhu returned to her family, there was much rejoicing. Questions and suspicion about the strange human with her, of course, but a quick explanation sorted out any trouble. A celebratory feast was held, and life was joyous. But not completely. Though Karhu laughed and danced and embraced her missed family, deep inside she still did not know her True Dream.
The following morning, Karhu escorted Cirris to the ports. A few ships were headed to Etvia to do some trading with local tribes. The plan was for Cirris to catch a ride on one of them, and from there head towards Morcrest. He insisted Karhu come along, but she refused. She had a family to take care of now. The two embraced, cried, and parted ways for the last time.
Years passed. Karhu watched siblings and cousins grow up, take their journey, and return utterly changed. She pretended that she had found her journey's goal. She used Cirris' tricks to lie her way through celebrations, forcing a smile as she watched others so much happier than her. She hated it. Jealousy was petty, Karhu knew that much. But three years of it builds up. She grew short-tempered and spent more time alone. Others noticed as well. Finally, her grandmother cornered and questioned her change in attitude. Karhu broke down. She admitted to never truly knowing what they meant by True Dream, and that she felt like the journey was a failure. Karhu braced herself, certain that she was in trouble. To her surprise, her grandmother merely smiled and hugged her. "The True Dream is the acceptance of who you are," she had said. "The journey is merely the realization of it. And some journeys just take longer than others."
The next day, Karhu boarded a ship headed to Etvia. She kept close to the less civilized areas, as towns didn't exactly take kindly to her race. After a few months, Karhu found work under an elderly farmer. Desperation and bad eyesight were her saving grace. She proved a hard enough worker, and her only pay requirement being a place to sleep kept her around. When the farmer died and passed his property onto his son, Karhu was quick to leave towards Morcrest. She had no interest in finding out if the son was as kind to Inguz as his father.
Her travels came to a head in a small town in the southern parts of Morchest. Need for food and a place to rest lured her in, but it was the announcement of Warden recruiters compelling her to stay. Karhu was reminded of the promise she had made to Cirrus so long ago. It had been years since she'd last seen him -- she didn't even know if he was still alive -- but she signed up nonetheless, a small part of her hoping that this was her True Dream. Karhu has been with them ever since.
When Karhu was eighteen, she was tasked to complete her Daysleeping Travel -- a tradition that marked one's coming of age. Karhu was to travel for a month, relying solely on her skills and wits, in order to find her 'True Dream' before returning. Whatever that meant. It was a task of monumental importance and danger. However, from the tales her family weaved of their travels and satisfaction of finding their True Dreams, it was something Karhu was more than eager to take up. So, with goodbyes brief but emotional, the young Inguz set off.
The first week of travel yielded optimism for the coming days ahead. The second week gave hardships, but its own share of silver linings as well. By the time the third week rolled along, Karhu was beginning to question everything. Around that point in her travels, Karhu's supplies were beginning to dwindle. She avoided settlements like the plague, as her last trips to one had ended with a couple fights and bitter threats. Hunting had proven fruitless, scavenging led to upset stomachs, and still, there was no sign of whatever this 'True Dream' was. The only thing keeping Karhu going was her fear of her family's disappointment.
Then Karhu met her first human.
She had made it as far as the western area of Keth, close enough to the border to see the tall fortresses looming just in the distance. It was an area she had been told to avoid if she could, but curiosity (and the temptation of kind soldiers handing out meals) had lured her near. Karhu was taking shelter in the surrounding forest when she came across him: a human laying face first on the ground. His clothing was nothing more than rags, but there was a foreign scent on him that Karhu was sure was Artanese. Still, he was bleeding and unconscious, and Karhu had learned to never leave another unaided. Besides, if worst came to worst, she could always chuck him to the Kethian soldiers to deal with. She took pity on the man and, though still a bit suspicious, nursed him back to health in the secrecy of the forest. When the man awoke, he was justifiably more than a little panicked at finding a clawed hand dabbing sweat from his brow. After a few moments of panicked yelling, terrified hitting, and scrambling around, Karhu finally managed to calm down (or at least pin down) the man long enough to explain that she had been the one to save him.
The man introduced himself as Cirris, a former mercenary with the luck of being captured and turned slave. He had been in the forced servitude of an Artanese general, brought along to the border as help when he saw his chance to escape. Cirris fled in the night, just barely managing to sneak past Artanese lines when he was spotted by Kethian forces. He had been chased and clawed relentlessly, and it was at the mercy of the fates that he had just managed to hide long enough for the soldiers to leave. That was when Karhu had found him.
Hearing this, Karhu grew angry and spiteful at such treatment. The notion of enslavement made little sense to her. Why imprison a fellow being, especially one of weaker values? There was no honor in it. From this, she made a deal with Cirris: if he helped her complete her Daysleeping Travel, she would help him find a boat and make it to safety. It was an ambitious endeavor, but both parties were in agreement.
And so began the start of an unusual friendship. It was rocky at first, of course. Cirris was a man who had learned to get by on trickery and deceit; Karhu believed in a more honest approach to situations. They often butted heads, with the promise the reason they stayed together. Tensions lessened as weeks passed. The two found steady roles in their travels. Karhu hunted, Cirris searched for roots and berries, and, if unpleasant company were to come their way, both would eagerly fight.
Stories were also shared between them. Cirris talked about his travels prior to his enslavement, and how odd some of the jobs he had to take were. In return, Karhu talked about her family, the old tales they had, and their traditions. Then, after a good amount of time and trust had passed between them, she explained about her journey. She revealed that she was meant to find her True Dream, but not once managed to figure out what that meant. They were nearing the end of their travels, and still, she had no clue of what that was, or how to achieve it, or if her family would still accept her after not finding it. Then Cirris talked about his past. That he believed he was an awful person. That he wanted to change. That he wanted to stop caring about the coin and end being a mercenary. Maybe even put his skills to good use by joining those King's Wardens blokes he'd been hearing about. So, the two made a second deal. If Cirris still wanted to change and Karhu still felt incomplete, they would leave. They would meet up at Morcrest, join the Wardens, and do whatever accomplished good people did.
When Karhu returned to her family, there was much rejoicing. Questions and suspicion about the strange human with her, of course, but a quick explanation sorted out any trouble. A celebratory feast was held, and life was joyous. But not completely. Though Karhu laughed and danced and embraced her missed family, deep inside she still did not know her True Dream.
The following morning, Karhu escorted Cirris to the ports. A few ships were headed to Etvia to do some trading with local tribes. The plan was for Cirris to catch a ride on one of them, and from there head towards Morcrest. He insisted Karhu come along, but she refused. She had a family to take care of now. The two embraced, cried, and parted ways for the last time.
Years passed. Karhu watched siblings and cousins grow up, take their journey, and return utterly changed. She pretended that she had found her journey's goal. She used Cirris' tricks to lie her way through celebrations, forcing a smile as she watched others so much happier than her. She hated it. Jealousy was petty, Karhu knew that much. But three years of it builds up. She grew short-tempered and spent more time alone. Others noticed as well. Finally, her grandmother cornered and questioned her change in attitude. Karhu broke down. She admitted to never truly knowing what they meant by True Dream, and that she felt like the journey was a failure. Karhu braced herself, certain that she was in trouble. To her surprise, her grandmother merely smiled and hugged her. "The True Dream is the acceptance of who you are," she had said. "The journey is merely the realization of it. And some journeys just take longer than others."
The next day, Karhu boarded a ship headed to Etvia. She kept close to the less civilized areas, as towns didn't exactly take kindly to her race. After a few months, Karhu found work under an elderly farmer. Desperation and bad eyesight were her saving grace. She proved a hard enough worker, and her only pay requirement being a place to sleep kept her around. When the farmer died and passed his property onto his son, Karhu was quick to leave towards Morcrest. She had no interest in finding out if the son was as kind to Inguz as his father.
Her travels came to a head in a small town in the southern parts of Morchest. Need for food and a place to rest lured her in, but it was the announcement of Warden recruiters compelling her to stay. Karhu was reminded of the promise she had made to Cirrus so long ago. It had been years since she'd last seen him -- she didn't even know if he was still alive -- but she signed up nonetheless, a small part of her hoping that this was her True Dream. Karhu has been with them ever since.
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26
Occupation:
Lore keeper/researcher || Librarian || Self-proclaimed Historian
Spiritual Identification:
Psychometry || Mild, Sporadic Precognitive Dreams || Mild Clairsentience
(all abilities unrecognized)
Appearance:(all abilities unrecognized)
Wren stands at a cozy 5'3" with a slender frame, though her tendency to slouch makes her appear smaller. Her round face serves to emphasize her large, blue eyes, though her dark, messy hair has a tendency to fall over her face and hide this feature. Wren isn't the type to try and stand out. She dresses in loose, oversized clothing -- often her brother's stolen hoodies -- and wears little to no make up. Despite this, she has a love for novelty jewelry, as evidenced in the abundant necklaces and rings she enjoys wearing.
Personality:
At first glance, Wren comes off as a demure individual who prefers the company of books than people. This is only partly true. She's reserved and thoughtful, often avoiding direct conversation with unfamiliar people, not out of rudeness, but merely awkwardness. However, Wren is a woman of action than words. She's a curious individual, the constant need to know fueling a surprisingly adventurous side of her. When around those that know her well, Wren exhibits a dry sense of humor that's spoken so casually that one must wonder whether or not she's joking. She's secretive about personal details, even around her brother, as she worries that they might burden those around her. Though studious, her tendency to overwork leads her to subconsciously neglect her own well being.
Biography:
Born and raised in the sleepy town of New Springs, Colorado, the Cormen twins specialized in raising hell on their small family farm. Their childhood was a cheerful one, most days spent wandering around the vast expanse of woods that surrounded their property and taking care of the various animals they kept around. Life, for the most part, was normal.
However, there were times where Wren would get violently ill without anything being physically wrong with her. These moments usually arose when she was in certain areas places or after particularly awful dreams. These grew more frequent the older Wren got, but she was frequently dismissed by her parents as faking it to skip school. After a few too many accusations, Wren learned to refrain from speaking up about these sensations. A trait she kept even when she finally moved out for college.
It was Wyatt that pulled Wren towards the paranormal. Upon graduation, the two parted ways -- Wren for school, Wyatt for...well, whatever Wyatt wanted to do. Though the two kept in close contact, it was still a surprise when Wyatt called Wren in the middle of the night asking about some old farmhouse murders. Compelled by curiosity (and a past favor yet to be repaid), Wren was more than happy to comply. Soon, she found a steady role in providing information to her brother and his strange, ghost-chasing companions. When Wren finally graduated, she moved out to be closer to her brother and ended up tagging along on a few investigations, before officially joining the team.
However, there were times where Wren would get violently ill without anything being physically wrong with her. These moments usually arose when she was in certain areas places or after particularly awful dreams. These grew more frequent the older Wren got, but she was frequently dismissed by her parents as faking it to skip school. After a few too many accusations, Wren learned to refrain from speaking up about these sensations. A trait she kept even when she finally moved out for college.
It was Wyatt that pulled Wren towards the paranormal. Upon graduation, the two parted ways -- Wren for school, Wyatt for...well, whatever Wyatt wanted to do. Though the two kept in close contact, it was still a surprise when Wyatt called Wren in the middle of the night asking about some old farmhouse murders. Compelled by curiosity (and a past favor yet to be repaid), Wren was more than happy to comply. Soon, she found a steady role in providing information to her brother and his strange, ghost-chasing companions. When Wren finally graduated, she moved out to be closer to her brother and ended up tagging along on a few investigations, before officially joining the team.
Relationships:
Wyatt Cormen:
Twin brother, best friend, and partner-in-crime.
Extra:Twin brother, best friend, and partner-in-crime.
-Prone to headaches and nausea, especially in areas of high activity. Always carries a bottle of aspirin just in case.
-Smells of old books, petrichor, and coffee.
-Greatest fear is losing the people she loves.
-Smells of old books, petrichor, and coffee.
-Greatest fear is losing the people she loves.
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Cameraman || Investigator || Freelance Photographer/Cameraoperator || Part-time Animal Shelter Worker
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If you were to describe Wyatt in one word, 'dork' would be the most accurate term. At 5'6" with a lanky build, Wyatt is the last person you'd expect to be lifting weights at the gym. Short-sightedness causes him to sport a pair of glasses, though he occasionally wears contacts when the need arises. His wardrobe favors comfort over style. However, that's not to say he'll sacrifice the latter. Alongside his many jackets and old band tees, there's a good collection of sensible dress shirts and brand name clothing. Wyatt's default expression has his trademark mischievous grin plastered to his face, his blue eyes holding a friendly glow. His tendency to run his hands through his dark hair causes it to hold a messy sort of look, a style that somehow suits him.
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Wyatt is a friendly soul whose energy knows no limits. He's outgoing, even flirtatious, and views the world in an optimistic light. He's a joker with a penchant for causing trouble--sometimes on accident. However, he's quick to apologize and help repair the damage. Wyatt is trusting to a fault, sometimes coming off as a bit too clingy, but will quickly keep his distance at the first sign of the person's annoyance or discomfort. As inquisitive as Wyatt is, he's also equal parts cautious, especially when people he cares about are involved. These two sides of him are in constant conflict, but often times his curiosity wins. He's quick to take on the blame in situations, and is highly uncomfortable with conflict. Wyatt is a lover of life. He's reluctant to kill even bugs, and his first instinct upon seeing a stray animal (aside from petting it) is to see if he can help it somehow.
Biography:
Born and raised in the sleepy town of New Springs, Colorado, the Cormen twins specialized in raising hell on their small family farm. Their childhood was a cheerful one, most days spent wandering around the vast expanse of woods that surrounded their property and taking care of the various animals they kept around. Life, for the most part, was normal.
Growing up, Wyatt held a love for entertaining people. Whenever his sister was bedridden, he would take pictures and videos of his own explorations. Eventually, this evolved into his desire to pursue a career in photography. His experience at college wasn't exactly the best and, after the first few weeks, he dropped out. Reluctant to return back home and face his parents, Wyatt wandered around for a bit, doing whatever freelance camera work he could. It was difficult constantly moving around and struggling with the bills, but eventually he managed to build up a sturdy reputation.
It was during one of his jobs that he experienced his first encounter with the paranormal. Wyatt was hired with some amateur filmmakers shooting a corny horror flick set in an abandoned hospital. The set, which he'd learned only after he'd arrived, was an actual former hospital that housed some dark rumors of ghosts and murders. Whether or not that was true, Wyatt didn't care. The job paid well, and rumors were only just that: rumors. At least, that's what he assumed until strange occurrences began to happen during filming. Audio distortions, camera malfunctions, disappearing equipment -- unexplainable phenomena that Wyatt didn't know what to make of. However, it was when Wyatt saw an apparition of man roaming an otherwise empty hallway and disappear that he knew something was up. Eventually, the movie was abandoned mid-production, but the experience stuck with Wyatt.
After moving around a bit more, Wyatt finally found a more stable place to stay. After finding a local ad and being reminded of his time in the hospital, intrigue and a yearning to know more led him to join his current paranormal team. Eventually, he invited two others to join him: his sister, Wren, and a little stray he found during an investigation, whom he dubbed Casper.
Relationships:Growing up, Wyatt held a love for entertaining people. Whenever his sister was bedridden, he would take pictures and videos of his own explorations. Eventually, this evolved into his desire to pursue a career in photography. His experience at college wasn't exactly the best and, after the first few weeks, he dropped out. Reluctant to return back home and face his parents, Wyatt wandered around for a bit, doing whatever freelance camera work he could. It was difficult constantly moving around and struggling with the bills, but eventually he managed to build up a sturdy reputation.
It was during one of his jobs that he experienced his first encounter with the paranormal. Wyatt was hired with some amateur filmmakers shooting a corny horror flick set in an abandoned hospital. The set, which he'd learned only after he'd arrived, was an actual former hospital that housed some dark rumors of ghosts and murders. Whether or not that was true, Wyatt didn't care. The job paid well, and rumors were only just that: rumors. At least, that's what he assumed until strange occurrences began to happen during filming. Audio distortions, camera malfunctions, disappearing equipment -- unexplainable phenomena that Wyatt didn't know what to make of. However, it was when Wyatt saw an apparition of man roaming an otherwise empty hallway and disappear that he knew something was up. Eventually, the movie was abandoned mid-production, but the experience stuck with Wyatt.
After moving around a bit more, Wyatt finally found a more stable place to stay. After finding a local ad and being reminded of his time in the hospital, intrigue and a yearning to know more led him to join his current paranormal team. Eventually, he invited two others to join him: his sister, Wren, and a little stray he found during an investigation, whom he dubbed Casper.
Wren Cormen:
Twin sister, best friend, and favorite (reluctant) photo subject.
Twin sister, best friend, and favorite (reluctant) photo subject.
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-Frequently brings along a dog named Casper as a 'spirit detector'.
-Enjoys making little behind-the-scenes vlogs during investigations, which he occasionally posts online.
-Smells of cinnamon, freshly baked bread, and dogs.
-Greatest fear is disappointing the people he cares about it.
-Enjoys making little behind-the-scenes vlogs during investigations, which he occasionally posts online.
-Smells of cinnamon, freshly baked bread, and dogs.
-Greatest fear is disappointing the people he cares about it.
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◄◄◄ Wren ►►►
I really need to go outside more.
Wren reclined back against the trunk of the tree, her laptop carefully balanced on her knees. The blue sky was peppered with flocks of clouds, giving way for the sun to cast down a pleasant warmth upon the recluse's pale skin. From somewhere, a bird called out a pleasant tune and was met with a sweet, chirping reply. She closed her eyes, inhaling the fresh air deeply. This. She liked this. No headaches, no noise, no chaos. Just peace. God, how she missed peace. Why didn't she do this more often? Wren froze as she heard an angry buzz and risked to open one eye, only for pinpricks of panic to stab her body as she saw the sharp body of a wasp lazily zig-zag its way past her face. Right. Bugs. That's why.
Slowly closing her laptop, Wren methodically rose up from her spot and away from the wasp. Nature may have peace, but civilization had no bugs and free wifi. Speaking of which, Wren opened up her laptop screen and frowned softly at the red 'X' over the connectivity bars in the bottom corner of her screen. She had done her research, compiled the information on purported sightings in Maine, and contacted as many people as she could. Still, it felt like it wasn't enough. There was more to find, more to do, more to prove. Wyatt had assured her that she had done enough, but 'enough' never really covered it.
"And here we have the wild Wren out of her natural habitat. Look how restless she is. Let's see what happens if we poke her with a stick."
"Poke me with anything, and you're going to be out two arms and a camera." Wren looked up towards the source of the faux Australian accent, making a face at the camera in Wyatt's hands before lifting up the laptop to hide her face. "Ass. I thought you said you weren't filming until we got to Maine?"
"Yeah, but look at the place." Wyatt laughed and swung his camera around, allowing it to record the crew and camp. "Look at it, Wren. It's flippin' beautiful! Think of all the shots I could take. And the trees, Birdy, the trees. What kind do you think these are? Fir? Spruce? Oak? Wait, no, oaks are bigger, right?"
"Please keep your tree fetish -- shotgun -- as far from me as possible." She closed her laptop as Brad announced the van was ready, hiding a smile at Wyatt's visible procession of his lost front seat. By the time realization lit his eyes and he opened his mouth, Wren was already at the sage-smelling van. She looked back at Wyatt, the faintest of sly smiles twitching at the corners of her mouth. "It's beech-birch, by the way."
Wren reclined back against the trunk of the tree, her laptop carefully balanced on her knees. The blue sky was peppered with flocks of clouds, giving way for the sun to cast down a pleasant warmth upon the recluse's pale skin. From somewhere, a bird called out a pleasant tune and was met with a sweet, chirping reply. She closed her eyes, inhaling the fresh air deeply. This. She liked this. No headaches, no noise, no chaos. Just peace. God, how she missed peace. Why didn't she do this more often? Wren froze as she heard an angry buzz and risked to open one eye, only for pinpricks of panic to stab her body as she saw the sharp body of a wasp lazily zig-zag its way past her face. Right. Bugs. That's why.
Slowly closing her laptop, Wren methodically rose up from her spot and away from the wasp. Nature may have peace, but civilization had no bugs and free wifi. Speaking of which, Wren opened up her laptop screen and frowned softly at the red 'X' over the connectivity bars in the bottom corner of her screen. She had done her research, compiled the information on purported sightings in Maine, and contacted as many people as she could. Still, it felt like it wasn't enough. There was more to find, more to do, more to prove. Wyatt had assured her that she had done enough, but 'enough' never really covered it.
"And here we have the wild Wren out of her natural habitat. Look how restless she is. Let's see what happens if we poke her with a stick."
"Poke me with anything, and you're going to be out two arms and a camera." Wren looked up towards the source of the faux Australian accent, making a face at the camera in Wyatt's hands before lifting up the laptop to hide her face. "Ass. I thought you said you weren't filming until we got to Maine?"
"Yeah, but look at the place." Wyatt laughed and swung his camera around, allowing it to record the crew and camp. "Look at it, Wren. It's flippin' beautiful! Think of all the shots I could take. And the trees, Birdy, the trees. What kind do you think these are? Fir? Spruce? Oak? Wait, no, oaks are bigger, right?"
"Please keep your tree fetish -- shotgun -- as far from me as possible." She closed her laptop as Brad announced the van was ready, hiding a smile at Wyatt's visible procession of his lost front seat. By the time realization lit his eyes and he opened his mouth, Wren was already at the sage-smelling van. She looked back at Wyatt, the faintest of sly smiles twitching at the corners of her mouth. "It's beech-birch, by the way."
►►► Wyatt ◄◄◄
"Betrayed by my own sister. That's a new low, even for you. What happened to 'Twinsies'? 'Double Trouble'? 'Two Peas in a Pod'?" Wyatt shook his head in mock disappointment as he trailed after. He grinned and shut off his camera, giving a nonchalant shrug. "Besides, Birdy, everyone knows who's already riding shotgun."
As if summoned, a mottled hound trotted out of the surrounding fauna with a beat-up tennis ball dangling from its mouth. Its asymmetrical ears perked up at the sight of Wyatt, the cheesy, black handkerchief patterned with the Ghostbuster's logo enough proof of who put it on in the first place. Casper bounded towards the crew, circling around each person in sight in greeting before finally sitting at Wyatt's feet. The dark-haired youth crouched down and playfully messed at Casper's ears.
"You're a good buddy, aren'tcha? Yeah, you are. You love me more than Wren or Brad, huh boy?" Wyatt laughed as he was licked in response before rising up to stand. "So long as I've got the wind to my back and Casper at my side, I'm alright anywhere."
The talk of 'business' was enough to cause Wyatt to flush. He self-consciously ran a hand through his hair and puffed up his chest in an attempt to regain what little was left of his pride. "Casper's done what he needed to do, right buddy? Besides, maybe I don't need bathrooms. Maybe nature is my bathroom. Maybe I want to tough it out like the pioneers in the old days, y'know? Be tough and manly like that!"
Wren gave him a dry look. "You once cried after seeing Casper dressed like a ghost for Halloween."
"Hey. It was thematic and cute." Wyatt's grin was quick to return as he slung an arm around Wren and the nearby Sonny. "Now that we've saged it up, we gonna finish the roadtrip or what?"
As if summoned, a mottled hound trotted out of the surrounding fauna with a beat-up tennis ball dangling from its mouth. Its asymmetrical ears perked up at the sight of Wyatt, the cheesy, black handkerchief patterned with the Ghostbuster's logo enough proof of who put it on in the first place. Casper bounded towards the crew, circling around each person in sight in greeting before finally sitting at Wyatt's feet. The dark-haired youth crouched down and playfully messed at Casper's ears.
"You're a good buddy, aren'tcha? Yeah, you are. You love me more than Wren or Brad, huh boy?" Wyatt laughed as he was licked in response before rising up to stand. "So long as I've got the wind to my back and Casper at my side, I'm alright anywhere."
The talk of 'business' was enough to cause Wyatt to flush. He self-consciously ran a hand through his hair and puffed up his chest in an attempt to regain what little was left of his pride. "Casper's done what he needed to do, right buddy? Besides, maybe I don't need bathrooms. Maybe nature is my bathroom. Maybe I want to tough it out like the pioneers in the old days, y'know? Be tough and manly like that!"
Wren gave him a dry look. "You once cried after seeing Casper dressed like a ghost for Halloween."
"Hey. It was thematic and cute." Wyatt's grin was quick to return as he slung an arm around Wren and the nearby Sonny. "Now that we've saged it up, we gonna finish the roadtrip or what?"
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