hypothesis tested [open]

[emery logic o'connor]

It was the middle of the day, around three in the afternoon, and Emery found himself on a long walk around Converse and the surrounding areas. He’d taken the day off work to pursue what he was fondly calling his ‘extra curricular activities’ – also known as operation prove werewolves exist. He had heard rumors of what occurred during the lunar eclipse, and even before then whispers of wolf activity in a state that didn’t have a high population of wolves; and he would know, as a wildlife major he was very aware of the wildlife activity in the state. It was odd that they were being seen and heard so close to the small town but that alone wasn’t proof that warranted being called werewolf activity, it was the lunar eclipse incident that really got Emery involved.

So far he hadn’t had much luck. He’d spent time at the bar and the diner people watching. While interesting, Emery was a lousy snoop and non-too-subtle and never managed to discover hard evidence or anything remotely incriminating to suspect someone of being a possible werewolf, but oh how bad Emery wanted the rumors to be true, so his failure there didn’t discourage him either. He knew that the discovery would be ground breaking in his field, but beyond that, it would just be plain cool to watch, study, understand and even be a werewolf; the geek in him wanted to learn everything he could, he wanted to study them. Part of him felt guilty, though. If the species did exist, and had remained hidden for so long, there was a reason for it. Humans wouldn’t all share his giddiness, no, many would hunt them down and call them monsters. Ultimately, if he were to discover werewolves, he wasn’t quite sure what he would do.

None of that would matter if he didn’t find one though.

He scuffed the toes of his shoes along the ground as he walked. His eyes concentrated on the ground – he was thinking. Perhaps he could casually interview people? No. That would raise too much suspicion…He slummed his shoulders in defeat and brought his meandering to a hault, finally glancing up to see where he was.

A head was a large two-story house with a well beaten path to and from it. By the looks of it, it housed a great number of inhabitants. The more he thought about it the more he remembered seeing a similar set-up, but that one more of a manor than a house. Using his namesake (Logic) he deduced it would be an ideal housing situation for a pack animal, such as a wolf, and he could only assume the people wanted to pack together much like their animal form. Seemed plausible.

He doubted werewolves were nocturnal or anything goofy like that, but even with the risk of being discovered nosing about on the property, Emery couldn’t pass up the possibility of making a break through. He rummaged around in his pants pocket and fished out his keys. Without hesitating he gave them a good chuck onto the property and followed after - without thinking how he might explain how his keys flew from his pocket into the woods.

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