[Technically, technically, Dr. Casper Darling is not a field agent. He's been cleared for the field, of course, but it's been years since he's actually left the lab for a case. But he's ready so much about all the odd happenings in this little town, and he's quite curious. The files on Bright Falls, Washington are starting to stack up so high they'd opened a remote location there a few years back.
So when activity had started up again, this time in the form of a potentially haunted cabin, he'd decided to fly out and see for himself. Only when he'd arrived, there was a car parked outside and the door was already open.
So Darling turns his flashlight on, keeping a hand on his messenger bag of supplies as he steps into the cabin and calls out.]
Hello? This is Dr. Casper Darling of the Federal Bureau of Control. This cabin is currently under investigation, please show yourself and state your business.
[ Dean's doing what Dean does - locating a case, working it like a dog, hunting down whatever the hell it is that's causing a problem. Hours spent in the local library point him in the direction of a cabin in the woods (great), so that's where he'd gone. Sam is off Samming somewhere, so he's on his own this time, but what's a little haunting in the grand scheme of the overarching bullshit of apocalypse after apocalypse? Nothing, that's what.
So he's investigating with his own flashlight, gun in hand as he sweeps the house military style, freezing briefly when he hears someone speak and especially when he hears the words Federal Bureau, but it doesn't end with investigation so muscles relax and his finger eases off the trigger. Dean doesn't know if this person is armed, so he steps out from where he'd been in the kitchen to appear in the door, hands up, fingers clearly off the trigger of his 1911 colt. ]
Please God don't be a friggin' Ghostfacer, [ he groans, squinting into the light of the man's light. ] I can't take their bullshit right now.
Apologies, didn't mean to shine this directly in your eyes. [He does lower his flashlight, wincing a little at the sight of the gun. It's been more than a while since his last target practice. He's fit, he works out, but he's not great with a gun.]
I'm unarmed, for what it's worth. I have a tape recorder I could throw fairly hard if the situation called for it, but beyond that I don't think I'm any danger to you. Or anything here, really, I'm mostly here to take notes. We have field agents for everything else.
I've seen The Ghostfacers. They're -- not worth mentioning, really. I think hacks would be putting it politely.
[ Bright as fuck, it makes his eyes sting until it's gone away, and once it's lowered and he can see properly, he realizes this guy isn't here to be a dick or a threat. He shifts, slips the gun into his the back of his jeans, though he's still alert, on edge. He doesn't like being surprised. ]
Take notes? You realize this house is haunted, right?
Obviously. That's why I'm here. I study this sort of thing. And this many hauntings in a cluster like this? Absolutely fascinating. I had to come see it from myself.
You look like more of an action sort of man, yourself. I assume you're here to shoot first and ask questions later?
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So when activity had started up again, this time in the form of a potentially haunted cabin, he'd decided to fly out and see for himself. Only when he'd arrived, there was a car parked outside and the door was already open.
So Darling turns his flashlight on, keeping a hand on his messenger bag of supplies as he steps into the cabin and calls out.]
Hello? This is Dr. Casper Darling of the Federal Bureau of Control. This cabin is currently under investigation, please show yourself and state your business.
no subject
So he's investigating with his own flashlight, gun in hand as he sweeps the house military style, freezing briefly when he hears someone speak and especially when he hears the words Federal Bureau, but it doesn't end with investigation so muscles relax and his finger eases off the trigger. Dean doesn't know if this person is armed, so he steps out from where he'd been in the kitchen to appear in the door, hands up, fingers clearly off the trigger of his 1911 colt. ]
Please God don't be a friggin' Ghostfacer, [ he groans, squinting into the light of the man's light. ] I can't take their bullshit right now.
no subject
I'm unarmed, for what it's worth. I have a tape recorder I could throw fairly hard if the situation called for it, but beyond that I don't think I'm any danger to you. Or anything here, really, I'm mostly here to take notes. We have field agents for everything else.
I've seen The Ghostfacers. They're -- not worth mentioning, really. I think hacks would be putting it politely.
no subject
[ Bright as fuck, it makes his eyes sting until it's gone away, and once it's lowered and he can see properly, he realizes this guy isn't here to be a dick or a threat. He shifts, slips the gun into his the back of his jeans, though he's still alert, on edge. He doesn't like being surprised. ]
Take notes? You realize this house is haunted, right?
no subject
You look like more of an action sort of man, yourself. I assume you're here to shoot first and ask questions later?
no subject
[ Another set of confused blinks. ]
You're here to study it and not...solve the problem?
[ and hes he's short first but also he huffs, bristling a little. ]
I don't always shoot first.