Connor has had a very trying few...days? Months? The last island had brought forth some unsettling realizations and revelations that he was still trying to process. Thank rA9 that Chloe was here with him to help him, either by offering a comforting shoulder to cry on (literally), or just to make sense of some things. Now he was off on his own, wandering the newest island they'd arrived at, wondering what lurked beneath the benign pastoral setting. Every island so far had had its fair share of wonders as well as terrors, and he didn't expect this one to be any different, so he was doing his best to enjoy the peaceful afternoon while still keeping a watchful eye out for anything that might seem a little- hinky.
When he sees the signs for the pumpkin patch, he decides it's as good a way to spend his time as any, and besides, he's never been to a pumpkin patch. He'd been activated for the second time a little too late for the fall festivities humans enjoyed; by the time he'd begun his career as the Deviant Hunter what Halloween decorations remained on porches and stoops had been starting to look a little ratty. It would be interesting to observe the preparations for the season, and what better way to start than by meandering through a field of pumpkins? Maybe he could even buy one and carve it.
He accepts the cell phone and list offered by the girl manning the booth at the entrance, thanking her politely. He has no idea where he's going to find a partner for this, but he guesses that while the scavenger hunt isn't a requirement, it does sound kind of fun. He wishes he'd thought to ask Chloe to come along for this walk with him, but he's already bothered her enough for one lifetime.
There is a distinct smell in the air, one that Connor can only describe as, "autumn". It's a sweetly spicy scent, not cloying at all, a combination of vegetation and the decay of fallen leaves, along with a woodfire burning somewhere, that is a pleasant and comforting accompaniment to his ramble through the patch. He's lost in his own thoughts as he looks around, and it takes him a moment to recognize who else he's seeing making their way through the vines. He stops, frowning.
hi i'm screaming internally (iii pt 1, could become pt 2)
When he sees the signs for the pumpkin patch, he decides it's as good a way to spend his time as any, and besides, he's never been to a pumpkin patch. He'd been activated for the second time a little too late for the fall festivities humans enjoyed; by the time he'd begun his career as the Deviant Hunter what Halloween decorations remained on porches and stoops had been starting to look a little ratty. It would be interesting to observe the preparations for the season, and what better way to start than by meandering through a field of pumpkins? Maybe he could even buy one and carve it.
He accepts the cell phone and list offered by the girl manning the booth at the entrance, thanking her politely. He has no idea where he's going to find a partner for this, but he guesses that while the scavenger hunt isn't a requirement, it does sound kind of fun. He wishes he'd thought to ask Chloe to come along for this walk with him, but he's already bothered her enough for one lifetime.
There is a distinct smell in the air, one that Connor can only describe as, "autumn". It's a sweetly spicy scent, not cloying at all, a combination of vegetation and the decay of fallen leaves, along with a woodfire burning somewhere, that is a pleasant and comforting accompaniment to his ramble through the patch. He's lost in his own thoughts as he looks around, and it takes him a moment to recognize who else he's seeing making their way through the vines. He stops, frowning.
"Markus? Is that you?"
Surely he's not imagining things?