Wes jumped at the sound of Odette’s voice and warily eyed her second maw, hackles raised. For someone who had a demonic second mouth, she sure had a way of sneaking up on people. He let out a little cough and straightened up, hoping she hadn’t noticed his startle.
Odette quirked a brow at Blueball, following his eyes over to her second head. What was that, the second time she'd caught him off guard? Somewhere in the pit of her stomach, she felt bad. But, the larger part of her was just confused--she wasn't
trying to stealth. Hell, she thought she was being pretty damn obvious with her footfalls, so how the fuck was he getting so spooked? Was he just a jumpy person?
Or he's not scared of you, he's scared of the Odile incarnate.
A frown flickered across her lips, and she rolled her shoulders uncomfortably. That would make the most sense. And it would further drive home the fact her first impressions were simply
abysmal.
Figures.
Did she apologize? Pretend she didn't notice? A little late for the latter, but...
"What about strangers showing up made them so antsy?" Ridley asked the vigoroth. His own landing in Little Scriven had been fairly smooth; he'd heard from Odette that hers had been a lot rougher, but he wasn't sure why that would result in the entire town refusing to let trains into their station.
He glanced at Jaak. “What’s got them so spooked, anyway? Surely some random people passing by shouldn’t be scary enough to delay all transportation.”
No time to think on that, though. Once again, her mind returned to the Witching Beasts, and all the theorizing she'd been doing since talking with Sonora after Ignaughtyboy was arrested. Witching Beasts, Terminal Two, shipments of 'mon going out there...
She wondered if she should say any of that out loud. Perhaps Ridley, maybe Blueball could be trusted with it. Bellatrix already knew. Did Dave? The snivy, misdreavus, and roggen...rollen--fuck she'd forgotten what it was called;
the small boulder thing with the really suspicious looking orfice--she was mostly unfamiliar with...
"Saw you guys as I was helpin' with that mansion stuff, but you probably didn't see much of me. Mostly just been workin' with Drungfield. Mismagi—ahem, Misdreavus Ghaspius. Pleasure to make y'all's acquaintances.
...well, there was one with an introduction. He seemed okay. She liked misdreavus, to be fair.
"Odette," she greeted. "Nice to formally meet you."
"See, there's been talk of things getting stolen and more and more people are starting claim that they've been seeing those 'Witching Beasts' out at night. There's even been reports of an attack or two. So if they don't know you, good chance of being one of those 'beasts'. Better safe than sorry and all."
Her ears perked at "things getting stolen," but she couldn't help the expectant look on her face as Witching Beasts did in fact come up. A chill ran up her back, settling in the nape of her neck and leading her to roll her shoulders again.
Witching Beasts, Terminal Two, 'mon trafficking...
Experiments?
Something bad is happening there...
"That's understandable," she said sympathetically. "Had I known what was going on, I'd have uh...kept my mouth shut."
Apologies aside, now she had questions. "Do you
know anyone who reported being attacked? Have you seen them?"