"Oh good, for a second I was worried I had developed pyro powers."

August vaulted the fence, her incredibly long braid swaying behind as she landed and trotted over to the group, a black backpack on her shoulders. The pack had two flashlights, a screwdriver and pliers, a heavy hunting knife, a rope, several water bottles, and some granola bars. August had wandered the woods enough to know there were some places light just didn't touch, and it was always better to be prepared and not need something than to need it and not have it. The electric tools were just always with the girl as a matter of habit. Forgoing a heavy sweater, this time she was in a simple blue long sleeve thermal with ripped black jeans and a pair of running shoes. A bright pink beanie with what appeared to be over-sized dog ears sewn to the sides sat atop the mountain of hair as she gave a yawn, rubbing her eyes behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. Her regular glasses were in the backpack as well, just in case. August trumped over to the slide, walking up it easily before sitting at the top and giving a wave to the assembled group. Everyone seemed to have dressed up for anything BUT a romp through the woods. Except Mary, though she doubted that was so much preparation and more just not really caring too much.

"Shape shifter, cool."

August's mind was already barreling forward, the logic train had no brakes. Why did her touch cause it to burst into flames but not Kanoa's? What about fire made it more likely to be a shapeshifter? Could the shifter turn into anything? Could it turn into one of them? Could it turn into fire or water and burn or drown them? The red head quirked her lips for a second before settling on one to ask Kanoa, who appeared to be enjoying pushing the doll on the swing. Cuuute. In a horror movie sort of way.

"So can this thing turn into one of us or is it limited? Cause if it can turn into one of us, we may want like...a call sign to show we're real. Like military, you know. I say Flash, you say Thunder. And we may want to think it up before we go somewhere it could hear us."

August really didn't want to be put in a situation where she'd need to find out which Cory was real and which Cory needed to be pushed off a cliff or stabbed or ghost busted or whatever they were going to do. Come to think of it, Cory would probably be easy to distinguish between a shape shifter...he could just blast a hole in a tree to prove it. The others...not so much. Maybe August would be the one who'd need to prove who she was. The thought gave her a slight sinking in her stomach. She didn't really trust any of the others here to not just remove both her and the shifter out of laziness or some misguided sense of efficiency. Oof, not dying today would be awesome thank you.