[h3]That's One Spooky Field, Eh?[/h3]

Damien had awoken, but had decided to keep his eyes closed as he lay in the field. He didn't like getting his sleep interrupted, and would rather go back to sleeping than have whatever was trying to bother him actually succeed at getting him up. Problem was, the chill crawling down his spine wasn't going away no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. Now mildly irritated, Damien opened his eyes to glare at whatever was around him, and it was that he realized... he had [i]absolutely no idea[/i] what was going on, or even where he was. 

What he did know, though, was that there was some weirdo made of straw telling him to leave the place. There was also some other chick talking to the thing, which he ignored. Getting up from the ground, Damien walked up to the scarecrow while glaring at it. He didn't appreciate being told what to do, and this event was no exception. "Oi, who do you think you are?" Damien asked the scarecrow as he pushed past the fox girl and leaned over, still glaring. Damien wasn't intimidated by the scarecrow at all; he had his fair share of people trying to intimidate him.