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Park - Wednesday afternoon'ish

Perched on the backrest of a bench by the duck pond is a rather colorful little bird. It's strange to see a bird like him around this time of year possibly, though students of Mary Poppins might find him familiar.

He's bobbing his head and singing a little song. If you understand the Language of Birds it might sound something like...

//The bird of Hermes is my name eating my wings to make me tame.
The Red Sea.
The Red Sol.
The Red Elixir Vitae...//

[[ooc: Open as parks tend to be.]]

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//What did you say?" Schrodinger said from behind the bird.

Starling twisted his head around.

//Ah, it's you again.//

//Yeah. Me. What was it you were just saying?//

//Just singing a little song, why do you ask? I know some better ones. How about...

Don't rock the boat!
Don't rock the boat baby!
Don't rock the boat!
Don't tip the boat over!//

Unfortunately, it's impossible to smirk when you have a beak.

//What was the first one about?//

//It was about things of which you are unable to comprehend.//

//Oh really?// Schrodinger asked. //Try me. I'm smarter than I look.//

//Are you an alchemist? Are you wise?//

//I work for a wise man. I work for a man who wants to be an alchemist.//

//Is it for these men you inquire about the Bird of Hermes?//

Schrodinger nodded. //Yes.//

//That is there path to travel then.// The Starling said. //We can not give answers in such matters, only guidence. I could not give guidence through a messenger, such guidence would be flawed... Hermes himself is a messenger and we all know how he is.//

There's a slight twinkle in the bird's eye.

//I would like to point out that there is no teacher here to stop me from doing anything,// Schrodinger said.

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The weather was so nice and, quite frankly, rainy-cloud free that it would be a waste if Setsuna'd gone into town without enjoying it. So that's what she did, with a nice stroll around the park, trying hard not to think of skateboards or notes with flowers attached to them.

Mizu and Ranma were going for a walk. A long walk. Mizu was probably the fitest dog around. He had to be to keep up with Ranma. The park was nice today. And the whole island seemed strangely peaceful. It almost was enough to make himself forget about this whole mess...

Amazing how two people could be so distracted as if not to notice each other as they neared; Mizu, however, was much more observant, spotting Setsuna and rushing forward with a bark of greeting, circling her and wrapping his leash around her legs a little. Setsuna let out a surprised sound. "Mizu, what are..."

Of course, she knew what would be on the other end of the leash. Drawing in a nervous breath, Setsuna looked up toward him. "Ummm...hey....Ranma..." Gulp. Wouldn't it figure, after she'd deciphered most of the note, that he'd show up...

//It's a nice day huh?// He tries his best not to be awkward as he smiles at her and calls Mizu to untangle himself from her legs.

Mizu seemed to have gotten confused on which way would untangle her, as he wentthe direction that just wraps the leash around her more...and forced Ranma closer, unless he relenquished it. With an increasing blush, Setsuna tried her best to casually try to free herself from the circling pup.

//"Heh, yeah, it is,"// she sounded nervous, trying her best to seem pleasant, though. //"Especially...especially after the rain we had the other day. I know I don't need to tell you about how rain is definately not preferable."//

//Well.. on the bright side Mizu seems ta like it.// He chuckles lightly to himself and lets the leash go and steps back slightly so that Setsuna can untangle it. He's not really worried about Mizu running away becuase Ranma know he can run a lot faster. //I guess I gave him a fittin' name.//

((my internet decided it didn't like life anymore))

//"Heh, yeah, I guess so..."//

But Setsuna was thinking maybe Ranma should have named him something to do with Rope or Tying, because Mizu was really frickin' good at that. She was still busy working hard to unravel herself; shouldn't be too long, as Mizu had stopped circling and was now yipping and jumping a little in request of petting.

[[ no, it was just playing video games with me, ha ]]

//'m sorry 'bout him though. I spoiled him so he's always beggin' fer attention.//

//"Oh, it's no trouble."// Setsuna, finally free, granted Mizu's wish and kneeled down in front of him and started scratching behind his ears. After all, without Mizu here, she wouldn't have anything to distract her, and therefor would have to try harder to think of things to say.

//I'm glad ta see you're looking a lot better. 'm sorry if I made ya upset the other day...// He gives her a quite caring look. The sort of look you give after saying something very sincere about your concern for someone else...

Too bad Setsuna was keeping her eyes pointedly down at Mizu and away from Ranma to have noticed; still, she could hear it in his voice, and she swallowed, not quite sure what to make of it. //"You don't have anything to apologize for. If I recall correctly, I was the drunk one saying unkind and inappropriate things, not you..."//

//Ya were upset. It's okay.// He's still trying very hard to keep the conversation from being really painful. //I meant when we talked after that really... 'm sure ya miss Jude an' 'm sorry fer tryin' ta rush ya. If it's foced or rushed 'm sure it ain't gonna work so... just take your time. I promise ta wait.//