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Alright, Bane, beloved 🥺 (platonic way)

"Ah, yes?? Thank you?? You're um, very nice."

He seems a little unsure of how to respond, but he's trying to be polite.

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Do u like ponies bane? ,’:/

"Yes."

All animals were unique and valuable in their own way and he appreciated them all, ponies included.

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hello mister sir bane, why do you wear a hood? if you don't mind me asking

"Mostly to keep the sun out of my face." To keep it out of his eyes, to prevent getting sunburned. The leaves of the forest already filtered out a lot of sunlight but, well, it's better safe than sorry. "And it's also nice to be prepared should there be any unexpected rain or anything, too."

"I think at this point… I find I prefer to be with it rather than without it." It had become a comfort, really. Going without the hood was nice at times, but more often then not it tended to make him feel a little weird and unusually exposed.

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(Clears throat, leans against wall) ya like jazz?

... It felt like there was some joke here that he wasn't understanding. Regardless, he answered.

"Yes, all music is rather good, even if I don't listen to it often."

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Will you be giving out presents for the holidays ? 🥺

"Oh, of course! I try my best to give gifts to the other workers and the DeRoss family when I can... It's always nice to see people's faces light up."

Especially the children, who were always so very eager when given their own gifts.

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Seems like a few friends have stopped by to say hello…

🐝Ask box is open!🐝

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Bane interp things !!

things to know about my interp and stuff. I’ll do one of these for adttp/pre-incident bane later lmao. also got one for Burke in the works...

I don’t always draw all the details and i haven’t here because. well. im kinda lazy and impatient. Also sometimes he paints his nails with Burke and Bonbon.

also i forgot to add but as a result of the whole dying thing he has a large scar around his neck thats hidden by his mask and all

Character:

- major trust issues??? regards most with suspicion and aggression

- every friendship with him is a slowburn but it IS possible for anybody to befriend him given enough time. Of course, though, it’s a tricky path to walk.

- (of course, if you wish for your character to be friends with him or at least be a survivor he’s able to comfortably co-exist with, then just tell me !! also you can always feel free to send asks for headcanons on bane friendship with whatever characters you want lmao. )

- Survivors with animal companions have increased odds for friendship, as do those who have managed to gain the trust of Burke and/or Bonbon. Hunters have increased odds for friendship by default.

- He likes woodcarving

- Most of his time is spent in the gardens or forest

- Contrary to the forest map, his cabin is in rather good conditions. Whether the map is just a worn-down copy of the place or if it warps the very reality of it and makes those changes when a match there begins, both options sound fun but either way his cabin isn’t as bad as it looks and sometimes Bane may sleep there. Usually to avoid people.

- He rarely ever goes friendly. Even if you’re a friend the best you’re going to get is that he will be less aggressive and may target you less and be more likely to switch targets away from you. Of course, if you try to return the favour and play nice during a match you may lose those rights.

- He tries to play peace-keeper sometimes and keep people from fighting or breaking rules within the manor.

- He’s the quiet and antisocial sort. He doesn’t like interacting with those he doesn’t trust or know well and may tend to avoid them.

- Wants to interact with the survivor’s animal companions like Wick and Brooke. Doesn’t want to interact with the survivor’s themselves.

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{ heeey im back lmao its been...  a few months oops. got utterly absorbed into other fandoms but !!!! damn do i miss idv </3 bane, burke, bonbon... theyre a fun trio i missed thinking about them smh }

{ but um yeah im gonna try and answer everything in my inbox, sorry its all a liiiittle bit late lmao but um yeah !! }

{ ALSO i think i will end the adttp event at the end of, well, next week? askbox will close next friday, the 8th of April so if you have anything you wanna ask dear adttp bane then i’d go ahead and do it now lmao }

{ let’s hope i don’t vanish before i answer them all lol }

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Take this. And not only protect this with ur life.

But also protect urself. This cat wants to munch on ur kneecaps

Merry christmas

{ originally drew normal bane first but then I felt like adding one with adttp bane as well <3 }

{ regardless of the bane to which this cat finds, he doesn't seem to deem him as a threat. Already, the cat worms it's way into his heart with ease and the foolish man would likely continue to value it even if it should go on and eat his kneecaps. It's up to his few friends to keep him safe from the little menace. }

{ Perhaps if he actually listened to them more, he wouldn't have to worry about losing his kneecaps to begin with, though... really, he would be much better off overall if he actually listened to their advice in general rather than stubbornly doing what he believes to be the right choice }

{ but with or without his kneecaps, he seems to enjoy the cat's company and end up having a very Merry Christmas indeed. }

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M Mr.bane beloved

"B-beloved?!"

He simply stood there for a moment, shocked by what he'd just heard. Had he- had he really heard that right?! What?! Confusion, embarrassment, and just a tad bit of discomfort swirled within him as he tried to process. Was- was this meant to be an expression of romantic interest or just a compliment? Either way he was clearly a little flustered, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.

"Um, tha-thank you?!"

"...and uh, just Bane is fine..."

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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.

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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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Who are you exactly and why are you here ? This place... it's not ordinary.

He was taken aback by the question and statement... They sounded almost... suspicious? of him? or this manor?

This was a nice place, though... He didn't understand, confusion quickly bubbling to the surface. Regardless, he tried to answer the question.

"Me? I'm Bane Perez, the gamekeeper... I'm here because I was hired as the, well, gamekeeper... I was um," He fidgeted with the leather straps of his outfit.

"I needed the job and I've had plenty of experience with animals so... here I am!" That was a good enough answer, right?

He spread his arms out for a brief moment as he made that final statement before bringing them back together, letting them rest by his sides in loose fists.

"And are you alright?" The concern was clear in his voice, a little more prominent than the confusion he still held. "There's nothing that's really unordinary about this place... It's beautiful and peaceful, everything's fine, really... Are you from the city or something?" Or perhaps even some other country entirely? It'd explain why they'd consider this play to be 'not ordinary'... If not though, then why...? Did one of the employees scare them? Or perhaps one of Burke's experiments? A soft sigh escaped him at the thought, annoyance brewing within and hands going to rest on his shoulders. "Did something happen while you were inside the manor?"

The air felt colder, flowers drooping and the sun's light dimming away just a little bit as the gamekeeper expressed his worry. A raven circled overhead, red eyes watching carefully. The man didn't seem to notice any of that, though, instead focused upon the person standing before him.

"Would you like to talk about it? Or go inside- nothing bad will happen if we do! I could bring you something to eat or drink or um, if you're really not feeling well I could bring you to the doctor...?"

Perhaps it'd be best to accept this rare opportunity of calm and rest rather than to try and throw suspicion upon this place of peace...

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Hows your fav companion doing?

"I... don't have a favourite..." Or rather, all his companions were his favourite.

"They're all doing fine, though. The staff are as cheerful as ever, nobody's injured themselves or fallen ill recently and we've even had a new hire or two!" It was wonderful news, really! Everybody was so nice and happy, their companionship and new friendships warming his heart. "Even Bure has been pretty happy ever since he came up with a new idea for the manor's security..." Because the old man was busying himself with that he'd been picking on the newbies and so-called 'suspicious' employees far less.

"The hounds are doing great too. They've grown up nicely and they're all quite adorable... I've had to look after them more because they're a little messy, though." With enough begging from the DeRoss children the dogs always found themselves being brought back to the manor again, though, always running back and forth between it and the manor. "They're pretty good at avoiding traps, as well!" Sometimes they could even deliver letters to him from the employees and vice versa!

"And..." He paused, trailing off as his mind drifted to a certain friend of his.

"..." Black Nose had grown to be pretty big, fur thick and soft. Despite his large stature he was doing well in the forest, living peacefully as he should. Sometimes they found each other and would enjoy a little reunion, the gamekeeper telling the animal about how the days have been and enjoying his company until eventually the two had to part ways.

A soft, warm smile graced his face at the thought.

"They're doing just great, thank you..."

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((Oh boy, an event for past Bane!))

"Hello there Mister Bane, how is life treating you? I hope you're doing well."

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"Oh, it's treating me rather well, thank you!" Really, he was quite happy with his life and how it was. Everything was going well, every day a pleasant one so long as he didn't worry himself and overthink about the poachers and their traps...

"How about you? Hopefully you're doing just as well as I am, and life is treating you kindly too." He didn't recall meeting her before, but she seemed nice enough to him! Besides, he thought all the manor residents to be good people and even if he didn't know them, he'd gladly give them all some well wishes.

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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.

@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.

@idv-ask-the-empath

[ask-the-gamekeeper]

Are you a furry?

Furry??????

"... what's that?"

Did it... have something to do with the fur he was wearing?

Is that why he was being asked this? He only wore it because they were gifts from the Baron as thanks for all his hard work... But what is a furry??? Someone who wears fur??? Someone who likes fur?? How's he supposed to answer this?? Maybe he should ask Burke about it?? He's... so confused...

"I... don't know...?"