[colour=gold][b]“So what do you think is really going on in this forest? Is there really some evil, ancient oriental spirit abducting people? Or maybe just someone with an obsession for this kind of crap has finally lost it,”[/b][/colour] Maxwell said in the best conversational tone that he could manage to the tense looking Jackson, who again seemed to be consumed by some inner dialogue that made him keep to himself. That was fine, as long as it didn’t cause trouble for anyone else. Maxwell was a little similar in that regard, though not to this level. Maxwell grinned wryly to himself and shook his head. [colour=gold]“Yeah, as if we would be so lucky, right?”[b] [/b][/colour] he said as he leaned against the wall of the ‘treehouse’.

For a moment he said nothing more and just stared off into the surrounding forest. It was strange but he was starting to feel as though something were watching him from the gloom, something beyond his sight but not his combined senses. But it was not an ominous sensation either and so for now he would let it slide. He sighed and bowed his head forward so that his hood obscured his face from view, his heads placed deeply into his jacket pockets. He turned his head toward Jackson. [colour=gold][b]“Are you going to be OK? Only you seem to be a little uptight right now. Don’t let Kanoa bother you too much, I get the feeling that she riles plenty of people up the wrong way.” [/b][/colour]