[It's fairly late when Hunter suddenly appears in this realm. Late enough that most of the employees who usually work in the cubicles he's popping into existence near have headed home, but not quite late enough that the whole building has been locked for the night. The sun is starting to go down, it's a lovely evening, overall.
For most people, anyway. One second Hunter is in his room, having just finished a meeting with the other Coven Heads and about to get started on some paperwork, and the next he's here, in a bizarre looking office that would look thoroughly out of place in the Boiling Isles. He's still in his uniform, Flapjack tucked safely inside his cloak, though the sudden jolt is setting the bird off. That means there's one cardinal flying out from his hiding spot, slapping around the ceiling and tweeting frantically.
Of course, the first thing Hunter does is get his gold owl mask back on and his hood up, before reaching for his artificial staff. Obviously, this is some sort of trap, maybe another attempt on his life by Kikimora, and he just needs to handle i -
He reaches for his staff, and it isn't there. The one thing potentially keeping him from being dead is gone - ]
What is this?!
[He's shouting that at nothing in particular, his voice cracking a tiny bit as teenage voices tend to do when agitated and upset. If he doesn't have his staff then he at least needs to exert some authority, use his position as the right hand of the Emperor to stop whatever this is. As a last resort he could use Flapjack, but he doesn't know how safe it is for the bird.
Regardless he's looking around, ready to defend himself or start ordering scouts around, when the view outside the nearby window catches his attention. He stops and stares, then stares some more, his anger draining away to a hollow kind of horror. Slowly, he steps over to the window.
The trees outside are green.
The trees there are green, the nights are quiet....
Belos' words echo in his mind as he stares out at the human realm.]
Well Read - A.
[For a huge nerd like Hunter, a book fair seems like the perfect starting point for his exploration into the human realm. He's shown up, reluctantly without his mask and cloak and outer armour, and Flapjack hanging out in the trees surrounding the library to eat some bugs and pester the other birds.
He isn't really sure what to expect, but the library system claiming he already has a card and has signed books out isn't it. Baffled and a little affronted, he figures the logical thing to do is investigate the books he's supposedly read. He goes and gathers them, and it isn't long before there is one beat up-looking kid with some books in his arms:
He's having more trouble tracking down Eye in the Sky.]
Training Wheels Off - Burned Bridges
[Hunter has never been on a train before. Trains aren't even a thing in the Boiling Isles, so this is new and exciting and kind of terrifying. A big metal tube on rails? It seems like a minecart on a whole ton of wild magic. Weird and fascinating all at the same time.
So he's wandering up and down the cars, in his full uniform including the mask, one cardinal with a scarred eye perched on his shoulder. Occasionally he just stops and finds a seat next to a window to stare out at it, baffled by the environment that is the human realm. No bones of an ancient corpse jutting out of the earth and into the air, no boiling rain, no suspiciously carnivorous foliage. Belos was right, it is peaceful.
He's still staring out the window when he catches sight of what looks like a charred body along the edges of the train tracks. It's enough to make him sit up, furrowing his brow from behind his mask as he watches it and some flag go by.
Then it disappears, and his first reaction is to turn his head away from the window.]
What was that? That couldn't have been a person, they don't have boiling rain here.
[He's directing that question to the bird on his shoulder, who just cheeps in response.]
Hunter | The Owl House
[It's fairly late when Hunter suddenly appears in this realm. Late enough that most of the employees who usually work in the cubicles he's popping into existence near have headed home, but not quite late enough that the whole building has been locked for the night. The sun is starting to go down, it's a lovely evening, overall.
For most people, anyway. One second Hunter is in his room, having just finished a meeting with the other Coven Heads and about to get started on some paperwork, and the next he's here, in a bizarre looking office that would look thoroughly out of place in the Boiling Isles. He's still in his uniform, Flapjack tucked safely inside his cloak, though the sudden jolt is setting the bird off. That means there's one cardinal flying out from his hiding spot, slapping around the ceiling and tweeting frantically.
Of course, the first thing Hunter does is get his gold owl mask back on and his hood up, before reaching for his artificial staff. Obviously, this is some sort of trap, maybe another attempt on his life by Kikimora, and he just needs to handle i -
He reaches for his staff, and it isn't there. The one thing potentially keeping him from being dead is gone - ]
What is this?!
[He's shouting that at nothing in particular, his voice cracking a tiny bit as teenage voices tend to do when agitated and upset. If he doesn't have his staff then he at least needs to exert some authority, use his position as the right hand of the Emperor to stop whatever this is. As a last resort he could use Flapjack, but he doesn't know how safe it is for the bird.
Regardless he's looking around, ready to defend himself or start ordering scouts around, when the view outside the nearby window catches his attention. He stops and stares, then stares some more, his anger draining away to a hollow kind of horror. Slowly, he steps over to the window.
The trees outside are green.
The trees there are green, the nights are quiet....
Belos' words echo in his mind as he stares out at the human realm.]
Well Read - A.
[For a huge nerd like Hunter, a book fair seems like the perfect starting point for his exploration into the human realm. He's shown up, reluctantly without his mask and cloak and outer armour, and Flapjack hanging out in the trees surrounding the library to eat some bugs and pester the other birds.
He isn't really sure what to expect, but the library system claiming he already has a card and has signed books out isn't it. Baffled and a little affronted, he figures the logical thing to do is investigate the books he's supposedly read. He goes and gathers them, and it isn't long before there is one beat up-looking kid with some books in his arms:
A Pocket History of Human Evolution: How We Became Sapiens by Silvana Condemi
Occult Science in Medicine by Franz Hartmann
Witchcraft Medicine: Healing Arts, Shamanic Practices, and Forbidden Plants by Claudia Müller-Ebeling, Christian Rätsch, and Wolf-Dieter Storl
Folk Medicine in Modern Egypt: Being the Relevant Parts of the Tibb al-rukka or Old wives' medicine of Abd al-Rahman Isma'il by ʻAbd al-Raḥmān Ismāʻīl
Plagues Upon the Earth: Disease and the Course of Human History by Kyle Harper
The Boundless Sea: A Human History of the Oceans by David Abulafia
He's having more trouble tracking down Eye in the Sky.]
Training Wheels Off - Burned Bridges
[Hunter has never been on a train before. Trains aren't even a thing in the Boiling Isles, so this is new and exciting and kind of terrifying. A big metal tube on rails? It seems like a minecart on a whole ton of wild magic. Weird and fascinating all at the same time.
So he's wandering up and down the cars, in his full uniform including the mask, one cardinal with a scarred eye perched on his shoulder. Occasionally he just stops and finds a seat next to a window to stare out at it, baffled by the environment that is the human realm. No bones of an ancient corpse jutting out of the earth and into the air, no boiling rain, no suspiciously carnivorous foliage. Belos was right, it is peaceful.
He's still staring out the window when he catches sight of what looks like a charred body along the edges of the train tracks. It's enough to make him sit up, furrowing his brow from behind his mask as he watches it and some flag go by.
Then it disappears, and his first reaction is to turn his head away from the window.]
What was that? That couldn't have been a person, they don't have boiling rain here.
[He's directing that question to the bird on his shoulder, who just cheeps in response.]