#adttp + delara

[ask-the-gamekeeper]

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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“Oh… um… hello…” She says with mild shock. She tugged her hood further down and looked down as she frowned, surprised to have not only seen the face of the man (even if it was somewhat obscured by shadow) but to also… see him… uncharacteristically sociable. And friendly. And happy. And really, anything that wasn’t cranky, or angry, or even… melancholy. What sort of trick was this…? Perhaps it was her time in the manor, but… she felt more and more cynical the longer she stayed. And she felt guilty. Ashamed. She wanted to keep her optimism… it felt… better to have it. She felt stronger for it. She remembered her wife loving her for it… she put her hands together in front of her, her hand twisting the golden band around her ring finger. She would.., sort that out later. It was… surprising to have feelings strong enough to counteract someone else’s emotions. She was either feeling far worse about the situation than she thought was, or he wasn’t… as real as he seemed to be. But that was an unkind, and unfair assumption.

“No, no, I don’t need anything.” She says as she looked up towards his face, which managed to catch her off guard each time she looked. Even if the details were difficult, she could still… see just enough. “I apologize for practically waltzing into this lovely garden here… I suppose I am just… confused.” She answered with an audible mumble; with enough truth and puzzlement in it to sound convincing. She looked around the garden, which, bore a striking resemblance to the garden she knew in the manor. But the flowers here were different. Instead of her marigolds, there were hydrangeas. There was lavender growing between them, and there were roses, growing along chiseled marble columns that held up the terrace above the door. When she realized this may have been concerning to him, she smiles- which was easy to do considering the mood that eased her confusion and shock. “Ah, but please, do not worry about me… I am much better situated now.” She says as she looked around. “Would you like some help…?” She’d ask, partially out of what she thinks? Might be a genuine, metaphorical extension of her hand?- and the piece of her own emotions that made her inclined to investigate further… she wanted to figure out what exactly was going on.

Unfortunately, she was hardly clever enough to figure these sorts of things out. She’d need more clues to know. In the distance, she could hear children laughing, playing in another part of the garden. Children…? There were no other children here other than the little girl, and another younger lad whom she had seen but had yet to meet. How peculiar… though, as strange as it was, being in this garden, and hearing the laughter… it was making her feel bittersweet nostalgia. She looks towards the flowers more fondly and brushes her hand against the petals gently as though she were seeing an old friend. She wasn’t sure what was going on here… she wasn’t sure if this was even okay- her being there that is. But she found herself wanting to stay. She hadn’t felt or known relief in any real manner, in the manor until now. She constantly has to reign her thoughts in to focus- though she certainly doesn’t let that show on her expression. Whenever she did so, it seemed more like she was simply spacing out. Her eyes getting distant and lost as she focused on keeping her priorities in order.

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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[ask-the-gamekeeper]

“Oh, it’s fine! No need to apologise.” He was quick to accept the apology, not even taking a moment to think as he did so. Only to then pause at the rest of what she said.

Confused?? Was she alright?? She seemed a little... lost? Scared? Had he intimidated her? He sure hoped not... He heard that he could come off that way for some but he didn’t seem that bad, did he? He couldn’t quite be sure, but regardless he had begun to grow a little concerned and almost guilty, ready to speak up until she did so for him. Upon hearing her claim to be ‘better situated’ now, he calmed down. If she said she was alright then he’d trust her. She knew how she felt best, after all. “Sure, some company wouldn’t hurt.” It would be really nice, actually. As much as he loved his job and the cabin he lived in, it could come to be a little lonely sometimes. Sure, he had the hounds and he had Black Nose, but they weren’t always around- the former often stayed in the manor, the kids really enjoyed their company. The latter was growing and far too large for the cabin, not to mention that wild animals needed freedom- and as much as he enjoyed their special sort of company and support, it was just nice to be in the presence of other people who may actually be able to speak with him and respond properly with words rather than barks.

All the people in the manor were nice, too, which only made it better to work with them when he could. Friendly and polite, often smiling or having fun even as they went about working and cleaning. Even grumpy old Burke had a softer side, though he refused to admit it. The DeRoss family was kind to their employees too, and their children were a pure delight- he could hear them laughing from elsewhere in the garden even now, it was nice to know that they were having fun and enjoying the sun! Though hopefully they weren’t accidentally trampling all over the flowers... They should have somebody else watching over them, right? Even still... He’d just have to be careful and remain on-alert so that they didn’t go sneaking into the forest behind his back... Those poachers were pretty quick with their traps sometimes, placing them around even in the middle of the day! Even if their traps were rather awful though, at least the people placing them often were nicer than most- Burke- would think or claim! He just hoped his advice would begin to stick sooner or later... Well, at least they were nice! It just went to show both people within the manor and outside the manor were all pleasant people!

He was sure that she was just as nice... she certainly seemed pretty friendly so far! He looked forward to getting to know her and hopefully becoming good friends with her.

“I’ve already done most of the work but of course those,” he gestured vaguely to some of the nearby roses, “need some watering...” He began walking past her towards the manor’s wall where a tap and another watering can were situated. His needed a refill anyways... So, carefully he filled the two up with water before standing and handing one to her. “How about I take the yellow ones and you can do the white ones?” There seemed to be an even amount of each and once they were watered... well, they’d all be done!

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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She nodded in response to his words, his voice having dragged her from her thoughts. Perhaps keeping her hands busy would do better to keep her mind from becoming too idle and straying from her actual goal of investigation. She took the watering can, and carefully carried it towards the white roses, where she began to water them. She stuck out like a sore thumb in the area with the white roses. She had already been rather obvious, given the intensity and depth of the red on her cloak. But amongst the white roses, her cloak and silhouette was like blood on their petals. She watered them carefully, careful to avoid giving them too much water. She had tended to roses before… roses of different varieties, in fact. She recalled loving them quite fondly… funny. She never really thought of roses, despite them being one of her favorite flowers. Well. Used to. Despite her pleasant mood, she knew where her train of thought was going. She stops her mind from delving further into her memories. She doesn’t want to lose sight of anything. Besides… seeing as how even if things were pleasant enough, she didn’t want to be taken off guard by anything with malicious intent. Evil wasn’t an emotion, nor was most ill intent… so she’d have to guess. There was always rage, or a sorrow so deep it could cut through any good mood, no matter who she was with… and then there was the worst emotion of all. Obsession. The boiling point where even wonderful things such as love, turn horrid and rotten.

She had to keep herself open and aware enough to sense it… if she could, she’d have to leave. Immediately. No turning back. She seemed a little tense as she finished up her portion of watering the roses, and before long, she had set her watering can on the ground, careful to avoid ruining any flowers. She thinks of questions for him… questions she could ask that sounded inconspicuous but ultimately would clue her in on the nature of… all of this. She had to figure out if this was just some… strange alternate reality, or if this was again, a trick. And she’d have to be able to discern it through whatever this version of Bane was. But so far… things were just… pleasant. She couldn’t feel the curiosity of the watchers that the manor seemed to implement into every living space of the damned manor- save of course, for places that the Baron didn’t seem to care to look at. For reasons unknown, and for better or for worse.

“May I ask… what exactly do you do here, Mister Perez…?” She asks, polite and soft toned. “I know you said you are a “gamekeeper” but ah… I’m not familiar with the term. I come from a rather… I suppose, not so well off town. There’s a lack of proper education where I am from, and if there’s ever anyone in the forest… they are usually hunters or people who like to keep to themselves.” She explained so she didn’t sound like she was needling him about his job. She bent down to observe some of the roses, admiring how well kept they were. It seemed the gardeners loved their job here- at least well enough to take care of things with such care. There wasn’t a single dead branch in the rose bushes. Though, perhaps it was wrong to think that? For all she knew, the staff were abused, and perfection was kept out of fear. But… she glanced towards the man. He seemed alright- though that was under the assumption that all of this was real. She keeps the thought in the back of her head.

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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She nodded idly as she looked towards him with an understanding expression, a slight reserved smile crossing her expression. But… a part of her could no doubt sense something in him… her empathic abilities picking up even the slightest bit of troubled emotion within his psyche. How curious… for all the trust and faith he had in others… did he not have enough in himself? Or was he trying to deceive himself…? Was there a passing thought he had about the true nature of this place…? She can’t even tell if that distrust is hers… or his. It could easily be, either or. She wanted to test that theory… though she supposed theory sounded calculated and cold… perhaps it was. The man had so far, been earnest, enthusiastic even, and pleasant. There was no indication that he was lying, and she even felt the mild guilt he felt when he took the responsibility of an issue that hadn’t even been his fault. How she wished she could read intent or minds… emotions were good enough for simple things. Discerning if things were… alright, in situations where nuance didn’t need to be considered. Emotions weren’t even real truths… they were personal ones. Ones that people felt, and believed… beliefs that were thought to be justified by their own hearts. In other words… she’d never be able to spot a lie, or deception. For all she knew about a person’s heart, she’d never know enough.

And that thought alone, was beyond frustrating. Or, it would have been… that was the hard thing about being an empath. She was either filled with grief, or anger, or she was never allowed to process it at all… which made times where she thought about things that made her upset, all the worse for it. It was hard to cope with negative emotions when she was either half asleep, or fighting it off to act and be as functioning as she could. She’d never be able to process her grievances normally… not without it being painful for her, or without any outside assistance- whatever that may have been.

“No, please do not worry. I was able to follow along just fine.” She says with sincerity, her hands raised up as both a stopping, and almost… she supposed, a surrendering gesture. The intent though, was mostly to show him that he could calm himself, and that he wouldn’t have to worry about her comprehension skills. Though she pauses almost hesitantly, unsure of how he’d react to what she was about to ask. If this was the Gamekeeper she knew… he was likely to strike her where she stood, but the longer she stayed here with this… more human, Gamekeeper, she was hoping she could push the envelope a bit. Not in a way that would be suspicious, just… more so, in a manner that would allow it to be more interpretable. “Are you alright, though… Mister P- I mean… Bane…?” She says, soon following up with, “Sorry… I suppose it’s just… a force of habit…” She mumbled, audible enough to catch if he was paying attention. “I’m not too used to calling people by their names unless we’re close.” She’d clarify before walking over to the section where the roses were red. She looked right at home with them.

“Though, that is not to say that calling you by your name is necessarily bad either. I suppose it’s just different from what I am used to, is all.” She’d reassure him, thinking if he was as sincere as she believed him to be, he’d likely put the weight of that unto himself, and really, she’d rather avoid that… for both of their sakes. The conversation was already likely to turn a bit awkward, and she’d rather avoid him feeling like he messed up somehow. She would quite literally, feel the secondhand embarrassment wash through her, and that was never comfortable.

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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“Good.” He nodded, relieved that his rambling hadn’t been so incoherent after all... Maybe he could teach Burke a thing or two about that, haha! He appreciated the old man’s willingness to trust him with news about whatever machines he was inventing but honestly he didn’t understand a single thing that was being said about them... All the technical jargon just continued to fly over his head no matter how many times the old man tried to explain them! Maybe someday he’d begin to learn. As it was, though, that day didn’t seem like it’d be anytime soon.

He lifted the now-empty water can, looking at the dripping petals and wet soil and silently trying to determine whether he’d done well enough. ... Yeah, this seemed alright to him! He gave a satisfied nod to the thorny flowers and rose properly to his feet, both hands holding onto the watering can as he looked around the garden. There were small dirt paths winding and weaving between and around some of the different types and colours of flowers.

Before he could contemplate what to do next, though, he was startled by her question. Was he... alright? He blinked, confused. Taking a few moments to try and comprehend the question and confirm he had indeed heard that right. Unlike the other, older version of himself, though, he didn’t react negatively to it at all, instead going along the path of being more confused. Was there some sort of reason he shouldn’t be alright? Why’d she ask? But then she was off on another topic about names and he moved his focus to first address that before anything else, chuckling softly and waving a hand dismissively as though to wave off any worries she may have about it. “Don’t worry, I understand. I... suppose you may refer to me however you like, if that’s most comfortable for you!” It felt a little weird but he was sure that he could adjust.

“And as for your question, yes, I’m alright. Is there, uh, a reason you ask?” Had he done or said something to create a cause for concern? He hoped not. Really, everything was fine. He loved living in and working for the manor and despite the small issue also known as poachers, he was doing quite well and enjoying his time here! It was a nice sunny day, the sunlight warm and pleasant as it shone down upon them without being overly harsh. A few clouds also dotted the sky here and there but none threatened to rain. “But um, are you alright? Being so far from home and with all these new and different things...” It must be cause for a little bit of culture shock, at the very least. Hopefully she wasn’t too homesick though... Or perhaps there may be some other problem pestering her? Whatever the case may be, his earlier offer of help would always stand and he hoped that she would at least remember that.

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

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Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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Sensing his confusion probably would have been funny if not for the fact that she was also feeling confused, and in turn, beginning to doubt why she was doing any of this in the first place, which was already something she was struggling to keep a hold of. It was strange really… all these years, she’s lived with her empathic abilities, yet she still struggled to think with her head instead of her heart. She was so easily swayed, and so weak willed… though others who had loved her simply just said that she just had a good heart. It was one thing to feel someone’s emotions, and leave it at that. But to actively choose to ease pain, or to encourage joy, or to even see things from another perspective was said to be a good thing. Though, at the time (and even now) she had thought that anything would sound good if someone reframed it like that, especially because she knew herself… she was as selfless as she was selfish. Nowadays, there was rarely an act of kindness that wasn’t in part, to help herself… she glances at the man. He was someone who was sincere, and even happy… the manor was full of characters, but sincere was rare… even the trustworthy Coordinator had her own secrets. So… was it even fair to try and rip the whole place apart for answers?

She finds herself even further confounded that she could have this train of thought at all… though perhaps it was simply just because the emotions were easier to parse from hers. Her base mood was never joy or even optimism in a vague sense… it was apathy. Therefore, the emotion of joy was his. Confusion, was mutual, even if the reason behind them was different… parsing what belonged to who, was easier to sort out in moments like this. Moments where emotions weren’t so overbearing and suffocating that she thought it would snuff out her sense of self. Moments that were calm, and even somewhat positive to ease her mood and herself. This was easy… no complicated emotions… nothing mixed, or hidden beneath the surface- at least, as far as she could tell. Just simple, clean, easy emotions to put into identifiable boxes. There may have been a few bits of him that was reminiscent of the hunter she knew… somewhere buried deep within him, but… she doesn’t think it really matters now. The emotions that were prominent were more reflective of who he was now, than the emotions that had lingered deep inside.

“Oh… thank you…” She says in response to his agreement in letting her be more formal with him. And with his question, she realized perhaps she did step a bit too far… but it wasn’t as if it was something that she couldn’t just shrug off. Something she could make an excuse for. “Ah sorry if it was odd to ask… I was just wondering is all. It feels as though it would be hard to deal with poachers, and even have to be the one to maintain the balance of a forest… I suppose I’m just thinking of things from my own view though… I could never be confrontational in any manner.” She chuckles sheepishly before she moved on to address his question… something she sighed at with a solemn manner. “I am alright…” She’d say as she looked at him with a smile that was bittersweet in its nature.

“There’s nothing there worth yearning or missing anymore… not for me at least.”

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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He too seemed to stand out amongst all the bright yellow of the roses he was carefully watering. His dark and more neutral coloured clothing being the main contributor, but his larger stature not helping much either. Despite that... He almost felt a sort of companionship seeing the little flowers. He knew little of flower language and all the symbolism, but... One of the gardener’s told him bits and pieces of it once, as they admired the budding seeds and growing stems. They’d said that the yellow rose was fitting for him, that they symbolized joy he always seemed to be full of and friendship that he always offered. He’d been flattered by the comparison and from then on had discovered a newfound fondness for the flower.

“Really? Ah, my apologies. And uh, you can just call me Bane.” He’d always been one to willingly take blame for things, a trait that continued even after having becoming a hunter. Granted, he didn’t so readily admit to it unless to friends or other hunters who he believed he may have unintentionally screwed over with his mistake, but still. “A gamekeeper is, well...” He paused his watering for a moment to consider how to properly explain it. Taking into account what she’d said so that he could do so in a way which hopefully made sense to her. It may be best to start from the beginning... He only continued watering as he began to talk. “The baron owns this manor, but also the forest surrounding it, too. This means that alongside having maids and butlers who keep the manor in good condition he must have somebody keeping the forest in good condition. That is essentially the goal of the gamekeeper. Keeping track of what animals live within the forest, how many of what species and if there’s anything of threat to them. If one species is lacking more than it should or if there’s a possible threat to them or the forest as a whole, than it is my job to find a way to fix that. Likewise, if there is too much of a species... I can report to the Baron so he can take care of them. As this is his land, the animals technically belong to him too and thus only he can decide who is allowed to hunt them... It is generally left to the gamekeeper to decide when they’re ready to be hunted, though. Some may ignore what they say and hunt regardless, or some people may be too busy to hunt in which case they may enlist the gamekeeper to cull the herd or send a hunting team in their stead...” He paused for a moment, thoughtful and eyebrows furrowing. “Some people like to think that it’s the gamekeeper’s job to raise the animals for slaughter, to merely protect the ‘game’, that is, the animals, only so that they can later be hunted by whoever owns the land and whoever they invite to join them, if anybody at all. I suppose they aren’t wrong but... I like to think that all of us, gamekeeper, baron or whoever hunts in his stead, are just working together to achieve a simple balance within the forest. Well, most of us are, at least...”

A soft sigh escaped him as his thoughts drifted towards the poachers which threatened the game. “Those who attempt to hunt or take animals from these lands without permission are known as ‘poachers’. Since they’re not allowed to take any game and yet attempt to do so anyways. I... suppose one could think of them as thieves, really. Often hunting without any regard to whether they’re allowed to or if they even should...” They were criminals. They were people. Feelings conflicted, annoyance stirring but being quietened quickly. Still, his grip on his watering can tightened. “Because of this, they are deemed a threat to the animals and thus, it is my job to dispose of them should I ever see them on the property. Of course, some innocents may simply wander onto the property too, but... We’ve put some signs up to keep them away...” It seemed to be working, thankfully, with their being less tourists than before but still he found people wandering on nonetheless... “As for poachers, I make sure to patrol often when I can, dusk and dawn, sometimes during various times of the day or night too... Removing any traps they set and- uh, turning them in if I find them...” 

That was what he was supposed to do, really, but... He never could find it within himself, even if he was seriously tempted to, at times... They were people, after all. People with their own lives and family and... Kindness grants the soul peace... It felt nicer to show them mercy, even if he felt anxious about being fired, but that had yet to happen, despite Burke knowing and despite... Sometimes it felt as though the Baron knew, yet he never did anything so... Whatever, it didn’t matter! He’d just have to convince the poachers to change their ways and then all would be well. It’d work eventually, he was sure. But would it? He just had to have a little faith in them... that was all. Some could argue he had far too much faith, that he was being naive and the poachers would never listen and he was a fool for thinking they would. The hunter by the same name and role had too little faith and trust in people, too quick to push people away and deem them dastardly, but this younger version had too much faith and trust, blindly trusting people to a fault. Just what could cause the leap from one end of the spectrum to the other? “The property is big, sure... but I can manage.” He’d done well enough so far, at least, and he was certain he could keep up the good work.

By the time he’d finished rambling he had done a decent chunk of the flowers. Ah, perhaps it would’ve been easier to simply say his job was to keep an eye on all the animal populations, report their numbers to the baron and take care of any threats without adding on all of those extra parts... Oh well, it wasn’t as though he could go back and change things and there had been no harm done... right? A hand came up to fidget with one of the leather straps on his outfit as he turned his head towards her just slightly. “Did you uh, get that? Sorry for the rambling, I could try and simplify it for you, if you want...?”

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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“Oh! I see...” He chuckled, nodding a little in understanding. “It’s... a little tricky at first, but once you get the hang of it and fall into a steady rhythm it becomes easier.” A simple routine. Waking at sunrise, patrolling, dismantling traps and escorting poachers and ‘tourists’ off the premises, more patrolling and watching for anything that’s gone awry, make sure to patrol at sunset as well, and take breaks during the day if he can. It was... certainly busy at times but he had grown used to it and even so, it still made him happy nonetheless. “But I can understand why you may feel otherwise!” Confrontation probably wasn’t his strongest suit either, making his interactions with the poachers the trickiest part about his job. Really, he was just glad that so many of them tended to be more agreeable, even if they disobeyed his advice...

He couldn’t help but to tense up a little as he awaited and watched for his answer, perhaps in anticipation. And... It pulled on his heart strings. Nothing left for her? He felt bad for her. Almost concerned or saddened or something. Perhaps he shouldn’t have brought it up. He uh... He... How is he supposed to respond? Feeling awkward, a hand reached up, holding the back of his hood-covered head. Then, his other hand moved to grab the leather straps of his outfit, a habit, only to pause as he realised it was already preoccupied with his watering can. He let the arm drop, hanging loosely by his side and loosening on the can briefly before tightening. “Well, um... I’m sorry to hear that.” He paused, contemplating and trying to think of what to say as he continued on. “I hope that you’ll find something else, then.” Something else that she could enjoy and find happiness in living, whether she found herself taking a liking to a certain place or if simply travelling filled her with joy. “In the mean time, I hope that you enjoy your time here at the manor, no matter how long you stay.” Whether she was a guest just dropping by for a few days or weeks, or if she were an employee who’d stay for a few months or years.

“And, um...” He paused again, hesitating before looking her in the eyes, a soft and warm smile resting upon his face. He hoped he wouldn’t be overstepping any boundaries in saying this but... “If you ever wish to talk about it or anything...” Whether now or later. “I’ll always be glad to treat you to some tea, or some hot chocolate if that’s what you’d prefer!” He’d always been partial to the latter, the children even claiming he had a talent for making it. Even Burke had agreed, once, ‘even if your other cooking is average, this is pretty good’, he’d said and Bane had simply chuckled and responded in kind ‘just average? that’s tough talk coming from the man who can’t cook anything that isn’t either burnt, undercooked or both’. Regardless of drinks, though, he’d be glad to help her if she ever needed. He just wanted to make sure she knew she wasn’t alone here. This manor was a nice place and it’d be good if it could serve as a place of comfort for her. “And I’m sure some of the other employees would be glad to assist as well, should you ever need when I’m not around.” They’d probably be around a lot more, too. “Of course, if you really wish for me though,” for whatever reason at all, “you could always just ask one of the employees to help you send a letter to my cabin or something.” A pause before he chuckled, a small grin on his face. “And I’m sure the hounds would love to meet you too, they’re energetic but that just makes them more adorable. They’ll be staying at the manor for the next few weeks so you should get plenty of time to see them!” He could even introduce her to them right now if she wished. If not, then, well as he said there’d be plenty of time. Whether she would rather not approach any of the manor’s staff with any issues when they were all essentially strangers to her- which would be understandable, really- or whether she simply preferred the company of animals, they added themselves as another option, and they were good to be around and never failed to comfort him or fill him with joy.

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

@idv-ask-the-empath