Storybrooke, Maine. Small town set-upā¦. It shouldnāt be too hard to get there, and he shouldnāt be there for too long. There are surroundings forests in the area, which is where heāll need to be and need to look. If heās lucky and the situation is ideal, he wonāt need to run into anyone, really.
Granted, plans donāt always go quite the way you want them to, and itās not exactly known to him that some of the residents in the area, for one reason or another, have a habit ofā¦ roaming these woods. Heād only been there perhaps an hour when a voice called out from somewhere further back. Upon hearing it, the stranger to the area paused, very briefly taking mental stock of the situation.
Does he have attributes visible that would mark him as nonhuman? No, not currently. Good. Are they close? A slow turn of his head to the side to get them within view enough to tell gleans an answer, which is a mix of yes and no. Close enough to be clearly visible, which is more than heād have preferred, but not close enough that theyāre inherently in danger. The stranger, squatting nearby one of the larger trees in the area, turned their gaze back towards the seemingly empty of ink pen that heās holding in one gloved hand, gently and slowly lowering and tilting it so that a spider skittered off of the top of it and onto the ground. Afterwards, Daiki stood to his full height before placing his pen on the cover of a green notebook that he carried.
āMy apologies if my being here frightened you, but I might ask you the same question, young man. Is it not potentially dangerous for one so young to be wandering in the woods by your lonesome?ā
Henry didnāt like this man being in the woods. For one, heād never seen him in Storybrooke before. He was a stranger, and strangers in Storybrooke had a habit of wanting to destroy either the town or one of its inhabitants. But it was also that he was alone in the woods. No one knew he was even inside the city limits, save Henry of course. What was he up to that was so secretive? Was he making a spell that would destroy the whole town?
āItās not usually dangerous roaming the woods, no. Itās only dangerous when there are weird people around,ā Henry told the man, crossing his arms to try and seem tougher than he actually was. āI decided to go for a walk. And my mom knows where I am.ā That was a lie, but hopefully it would deter the man from doing anything to him.
āBut you didnāt answer my question. Why are you here? We donāt get strangers in this town often, and usually they arenāt nice.ā Henry knew he was being blunt. He didnāt really care. All he wanted was for the man to explain why he was here. If Henry didnāt believe him, he could always call Emma. He might have to do that anyway. She was the sheriff, and she should be informed if there was someone weird in town.
