"I have usual methods?"

About eight examples popped into August's head, but she suppressed the urge to explain herself. No point. Kanoa had already changed subject, talking about foxes and hypnotism. The red head began to wonder quite heavily if she had accidentally joined a group of asylum escapees trying to pass as high school students. Hypnotism. August stroked her chin a moment at the concept, giving a quirk of her lips as Maxwell voiced the word in a tone that suggested he was on the same page as the red head. Disbelief. Hypnotism supposedly only worked if the subject was willing to believe it was possible. The idea that it would work without the subject knowing was more subtle mental suggestion, conditioning done on a subconscious level so the subject reacts instinctively, not cognitively. Course, this didn't apply to spirits she supposed. The idea that Kanoa knew the spirit was trying to do so, moments before Raven had arrived, presented several problems. How would she know what had been happening? Was Kanoa naturally resilient to this stuff due to her connection with the spirit world? Why wasn't this brought up sooner? If the spirit could hypnotize, the entire theory that they could take precautions against the shape shifter was flawed. Why bother shifting in the first place? Were they all as resistant the effects? A scary thought popped into her head as she realized that her ability probably would make her more susceptible to mental manipulation. Her empathy and ability to connect to anything or anyone would probably make her a prime target in fact. That was going to be problematic.

August snapped back to reality as she recognized the boy arriving on the scene. Sheriff's son. They had never spoken, mostly cause the few times August had seen him she was either in the back of his dad's police car or being escorted out of the police department by her brother. Still, she smiled and waved, keeping the wave going as Orion showed up and slung an arm around the boy. Maxwell mentioned Mary doing the killing of their little group. August's eyes flicked instead to Jackson.
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August was now positive that Kanoa was withholding information from the rest of them. The red head had wandered this forest multiple times, knowing most of it pretty well. She could easily keep her orientation in it. And in a short ten minute span, Kanoa had somehow found a cabin August had never seen before, and this is definitely one she would have noticed. Either Kanoa was incredibly lucky for having chosen the exact direction to head in the entire forest, or she knew where it was, or at least a general idea of where it was. The redhead hesitated as the group filtered in. First Kanoa, then Maxwell, then-

"Oh my fucking god, will you just shut up already!"

August stared as Jackson blew up on his inner voices. He ranted for a bit, then attempted to play it off like a sneeze. Coming with these people was a mistake...August began to feel a bit of panic creep up on her. And the cabin wasn't any better. Who knew what emotions lay in the building? What could a kidnapping spirit house bring? Would August even be able to comprehend them? And it's victims? Even hypnotized, there had to be emotions of fear, panic. Desperation, loneliness. The idea of walking into such a maelstrom didn't appeal to her. Sprinting away into the forest would probably be wiser. Her eyes flitted to Daniel. Suppose having the sheriff's son here would be a useful alibi if she had to explain why she killed everyone in self defense. August took a breath and entered the cabin. She tightened up instinctively as she felt the creep of foreign emotions...brush her? Her eyes opened. Comfort. That's...all she felt? Really? Nothing else, no other emotion from a shape shifting, kid hypnotizing demon spirit's hidden torture hole past a feeling of comfort and calm?

This was just...eh. Not even worth bringing up really.

"Well that's almost disappointing."

August muttered as she began to examine the room itself, making careful mental notes to stay on the opposite side of the room as Jackson. The boy's knives were way too close to his hands at all times for her to feel remotely safe around such an unstable creature. At least the cabin's pathetic residual emotions were helping her calm down. Kinda.