"And I accept your nomination, if not the nickname. Lets stick with Jackson for now, thank you." Jackson response was casual enough, but it had an underlying air of frustration. "Everyone has their weird hobbies, mine are outdoorsmanship and knives. I just collect them and like to carry them around to show off with them. It's not like I take them to school[i](lie)[/i] or have used them on anyone before[i](half-truth)[/i]." 

Getting up, he walked around the cabin aimlessly, looking around the cabin a little closer than before. [i]'Okay, at second glance this place is pretty cool. I wonder if the kitsune would let them use this as their meeting place. If she isn't completely evil of course.'[/i] "Anyway, I'm fine with playing security guard though I doubt I'll be much good at stopping whatever made this."

[i]'Come on Jacky-boy, you can murder anything if you put your mind to it.'[/i]

[i]'That's a lie, I've put my mind to killing myself and you plenty of times, yet here we are.'[/i]

[i]'Stop being negative.'[/i]

[i]'Get out of my head and take a long walk off a short pier.'[/i]

[i]'. . . . . That hurt, ya know.'[/i]

[i]'Good.'[/i]

Taking his mind off of his own insanity for a second, Jackson sat down a little ways a way, took out another knife and just started juggling them, paying only a small amount of attention to them as he continued to talk to everyone else.

"So, anyone have any idea why a Kitsune would kidnap a kid? Also, what are we going to do if/when we find him, or if the Kitsune finds us?"

As he finished speaking, he drew another knife to add to the two in the air. He continued doing so for a while, losing himself slightly in the dancing of the blades. He was still paying attention to what was going on, but only just.