With a tilt of her head, August flit her eyes to Orion before back to Daniel. The boy was blushing. Shit, that was cute. However, she focused on what he was saying.
 
 [color=39b54a]"So, what? We rescued him just to let him freak out about everything that happened, good luck dealing with the revelation that there's magic and coping with the emotional trauma of having been kidnapped? That's fucking stupid. If you're going to do that, I'm staying with you so I can talk to him when he wakes up. It isn't fair to just leave him to his own devices, he deserves better than that."[/color]
 
 August pointed at Daniel, giving a quirk of the lips.
 
[color=39b54a]"Plus, wouldn't there be an investigation for any anonymous tips that lead to a half naked boy just suddenly popping up after several days of going missing? I don't see anyone wearing gloves, so wouldn't our forensic...sssstuff be left all over him?"[/color]
 
 August wasn't sure exactly how forensics worked, or if a small town like Oakenheim even HAD advanced stuff like that, but she'd seen enough crime shows to know that the fact that the teens had touched the boy would probably leave some kind of evidence of their interaction with him. She scanned Kanoa for a moment before giving a sigh.
 
[color=39b54a] "Seriously, can we just slow the frick down for a moment and talk? Everyone's jumping to conclusions and ideas and plans all on their own, just take a breathe and THINK! The girl whose brain goes a thousand different directions every second is telling you to slow down here, there's something wrong with that. Let's just work together on this! Aren't we supposed to be a group?"[/color]

A languid, ascerbic chord.

"[color=#BE81F7]I agree with chilling for a sec...[/color]" Mary chimed in,  "[color=#BE81F7]Hey! I think I might be a positive influence on you...[/color]"  whispering to August, "[color=#BE81F7]Like, you know, like with emotional vibes and stuff? I don't know...[/color]"

The redhead glanced down at Mary, mental train of thought derailed instantaneously by her remark. Emotional vibes? Well, she was an empath, so Mary WOULD probably affect her in some way. Train of thought barrelled down the road as she analyzed the concept.

[color=39b54a]"Well, that could make sense, your own emotions seem very tame, probably from the herbs you smoke, so I imagine they'd probably be somewhat...calmer...than most. Easier to follow...possibly anyway."[/color]

She couldn't take emotions from skin to skin contact, and even though August was being careful to avoid touching the girl's underwear, it would make sense that the residual from being in such close conta-FOCUS. Underwear emotional transfer could come afterwards. The redhead focused back on Danny as he spoke, the logic train hitting it's brakes hard.

Danny shook his head. "Forensics don't work that way. Even if for whatever reason you're in the system Oakenheim doesn't have the budget for its own forensic lab anyway so it would be shipped off to the big city, but they won't even bother to do so, considering how long he's been going through the brush." Shifting Ramon in his arms so that the two would be more comfortable, Danny added, "As for letting him think he's crazy...I'm not saying that. Just to approach him once he's discharged from the hopsital. It would seem a bit odd if a couple of people he's probably only seen in passing show up to his bedside, right?"

[color=39b54a]"Oh good, so our cops ARE incompetent...and as opposed to just waking up in the forest after going missing for several days because a fox hypnotized you? You really think us showing up is weirder than that?"[/color]

Another chord, close on the spine, almost chastising.

August huffed for a moment, quirking her lips as she pondered the situation.

After what had to be a decade of silence, Mary shrugged-- rather awkwardly, still being in the embrace of August-- but shrug she did! "[color=#BE81F7]I'm starving.[/color]" She let the coment hang before continuing, "[color=#BE81F7]Umm, he probably is too...?[/color]

"It's more of a budget thing. The state funds precincts that actually have a crime problem other than 'that wacky t'backy' going about." Danny explained. "But at this point, I don't really care about what you guys think. I'm going to get back to the lot and call an ambulance. I won't 'narc out' as Mary seems to think but I'm not going to let his health worsten just because you guys are worried about saving your own skins." His voice was resolute, there was something in his eye. If they were going to stop him, they'd need to physically force him to stop.

Silence from the string section.

A huff, a quirk of the lips, and August wrote Daniel off as a lost cause on this matter. He clearly wasn't listening to her at all, instead going off what he felt she was saying instead of what she was actually saying. The redhead was wasting her breath. Instead, she glanced at the girl in her arms, deciding to try and change gears. It then slowly dawned on her that she had essentially been dry humping Mary for the past few minutes. Any other day she'd have blushed, but now she was just frustrated at the stubborness of the group, so instead she just kind of looked at her awkwardly in her arms, not wanting to let go to make sure she stayed warm. Or at least, that was...mostly it. Like 98% of it. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it on a bit more...primal level.

[color=39b54a]"You should...probably get dressed. I have some food in my backpack...it'll help until we get back to town and get real food."[/color]

"[color=#BE81F7]Y-yeah... thanks...![/color]" Mary, as opposed to August, had no problem blushing as she broke from the embrace of the young woman to instead shuffle off awkwardly and seek the embrace of her shirt and jacket. She sighed, speaking to herself as she got dressed,  "[color=#BE81F7]What's narc-o got against a vote...?[/color]"

August chewed her lip for a moment, thoughts scattering as she lost control of them and her focus broke free, hitting about eighteen different topics as she cast one last look at Ramon. This wasn't right...this wasn't why she had joined. Her eyes shot to Kanoa. Find the silver lining. At least the boy was no longer in the cave, being fed on.

[color=39b54a]"...what exactly do you have in mind anyway?"[/color]


Jackson had remained quiet as every argued about what to do with Ramon, with Daniel being insistent on involving a bunch of others in this and putting the rest of them at risk. While he agreed that they shouldn't sacrifice the kid's health just to save their own skins,  he also agreed that calling the police would cause a whole lot of problems as well. Not only that, but he could easily imagine what Ramon would be feeling once he came to. 

Jackson shivered as he instinctively gripped his arm, taking a breath before he decided to finally speak up.

[color=00aeef]"I say that we stay with him until he wakes up, so we can help keep his sanity intact. I can say from experience that this is definitely going to fuck him up,  but it would be helpful for him to be able to talk to somebody about what just happened. It really makes you feel crazy when you know something happened and everyone else tells you're crazy for saying it." [i]or call you a murderer[/i] [/color]

Jackson's hands clenched into fists for a moment before he let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Running a hand through his hair in exasperation, he continued to give his two cents on the matter. [color=00aeef]"Besides that, I don't think there is any need to get him to a hospital at the moment, given that Kanoa stabilized him. It's an unneeded risk, and in my opinion, I think we should be a little more focused on what we are going to do with the fox spirit after we're done with it. Are we gonna let it go, kill it, or just keep as our club's pet/mascot/slave. I'm not in favor of the first option, seeing as how it's currently starved, and more than likely pissed off, it'd probably come after one of us. Last time I checked, none of us have Kanoa's nifty little magic trick to make our life force poisonous to it, so we'd probably be in the same position as Ramon here."[/color]

"That's three for three for what is clearly the objectively smarter decision here," Mary snarked, casting a glance in Danny's direction, "like, two for just dropping him off at some rando hospital-- what do you think Orion?"

Orion put the guitar down slowly onto the grass next to Ramon and straightened. It was like watching a massive constuction excavator slowly rumble to life. He looked at Mary as he did so, lips pressed thoughtfully. He looked at Jackson.  He looked at August. He looked at Danny. He spoke.

"I think that we might be forgetting one vital, little tidbit to this tapestry of travesties." Orions limbs gesticulated his words slowly, with the same industrial precision. "We are not, in point of fact, the authorities here...in any sense of the word." Orion's eyes slide across Konoa's back and down to the Kitsune, before returning to Ramon. "No matter who our daddies are, how firm we stand on the moral high ground, or how clairvoyant our super cool psychic powers might be." Orion pressed the edge of his heel into the soft earth, slowly rolling the sole of his shoe forwards, pressing with all his belied weight.

"That said...I think in this impermanent world of conditional realities. Or. Whatever. The. Fuck. Is actually going on, we could do with a little more truth, and a little less of our fine lying tongues." Orion rolled his head back to to regard them from within the tiny, designer frames at the end of his nose.

"We talk to Ramon. We see what he has to say. We drop a tree branch on his leg and let Danny boy go tell the crushers that he found him while hiking. Then, perhaps, if we can restrain our lust, fear, and fury, maybe we could talk to her." His finger finished it's slow unfurling to straighten and point at the Kitsune.

"It. Is not an it. It's not a monster. It is a person, or a being, or whatever nomenclature you like, presumable from the same fucked up world we are in, with nice taste in women's clothing and terrible taste in boys." Orion shrugged, letting the mantle of gravitas slip from his narrow shoulders and from his candor.

"Or we skin it and get ourselves a nice pair of foxskin boots to share. Whatev's"