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The Park - Late Tuesday Morning 5/15

After leaving Lucifer's apartment, Wilson had headed straight home, arriving just in time to catch and hold Aziraphale as the angel experienced a nightmare ... or whatever it was angels experienced. It had been a long night of fitful dozing broken by more nightmares and Wilson had been genuinely grateful to see the dawn peek over the horizon.

What he had not been grateful for were the number of eggs left around by Phale's library!

A brief discussion determined that Aziraphale would stay and take care of the egg situation while Wilson took his coffee and headed out to the park to enjoy some of the warm May sunshine.

So, that is what he was doing. Stretched out on a tartan blanket, Wilson was surrounded by ducks -funny how that happens when you feed them- sipping his coffee and taking in some fresh air.

[ooc: Open as parks tend to be!]

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Kenpachi...was kind of lost. It didn't help that he really had no idea what he was looking for in the first place (the school, maybe? that made sense), but the massive man sighed and expressed his thoughts to the little pink haired girl on his shoulder. "We've been through this park three times already, Yachiru."

She just smiled, and her arm sharply shot out to point to the west. "That way!"

"We've been that way already."

"It's that way, Ken-chan! I know it!"

He went over to a tree and slid down its trunk until he was sitting. "We take a break for now." And possibly then try to find Yachiru a damn map.

Wilson wasn't in the habit of butting in on conversations but he couldn't remember having seen the pair before and it dawned on him that while he'd been gone the summer session must have kicked off.

So in the interest of being neighborly, he smiled and waved to them.

"Good morning."

Kenpachi's eye caught Wilson's wave but, instead of returning it, he trained his eye back down, shoulders slumping slightly, because here was yet another person he wouldn't be able to kill, so he might as well not even bother.

Yachiru, on the other hand. "Good morrrrrrrning!" she called out brightly, leaning forward against Kenpachi's head a little as she waved excitedly.

It was true that Wilson would be very sad to be dead.

His attention was drawn to the brightly bouncing one and his smile grew into a soft chuckle as he was affected by her natural exhuberance.

"Indeed it is! I'm afraid that I don't think we've met. I'm Dr. James Wilson."

The little pink haired girl hopped off Kenpachi's broad shoulder and she bowed to him. "I am Yachiru Kusajishi. That is Captain Kenpachi Zaraki. He is a cranky-pants today, because he's not supposed to kill anyone while we're here. He can fight, though! Will you fight Ken-chan?" Her bright eyes were full of hope as she looked up at Wilson. Kenpachi let out a grunt; this guy wouldn't last more than a few minutes...

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Wilson said, nodding to each in turn.

Then he chuckled ruefully and shook his head.

"Unless you're a denizen of Hell trying to eat me, I make it a point not to get into altercations with people I've just met. I'm a doctor, not a fighter."

Kenpachi's eye rolled. Great. A doctor. At least Unohana was pretty...This guy? Well, some might this so, if they were into that kind of thing. Kenpachi was more the type to think about a face like that covered in blood and an expression of pain than ruminate on the aesthetic appeal of it.

Yachiru's mouth made a little 'o' and she shook her head. Not a fighter. That was saddening to her and it showed in her face. "That's too bad, Doctor No-Fighty."

Wilson chuckled and gave his head a slight shake.

"I'd say I'm sorry, except I think you'll find there is plenty of oppertunities for fighting on this island, at least it seems that way when I'm busy patching people up in the aftermath."

Case in point, Kenpachi realized, would be his roommate in that respect, who would probably be the preserve of Kenpachi's sanity. What little of it was left, anyway. His shifted his attention toward the doctor. "How are the students?" he asked. "As fighters? Are they exemplary? Or am I expected to be handed a bunch of novices and expected to let them survive?"

Ah hem...a new teacher perhaps?

Leaning back on his hands, Wilson pursed his lips thoughtfully, his expression clouding a bit since his own philosophy ran counter to this gentleman.

"Some of them are exemplary. They have a wide range of skill sets coming here to fandom and a deep well of experience that gives each other them a quick mind and a resourceful level of imagination. Many are skilled with firearms, bladed weapons, hand to hand, magical weaponry, it's a wide range. Though there are an equal number of students who have never known violence and would be considered complete novices."

The sneer for firearms faded as the list continued, and a grin, touched slightly with madness, formed in its stead. "Hopefully, their lack of fighting skill has given them enough intelligence not to sign up for my class, then." The doctor's assessment seemed promising, though. He still didn't expect much, but perhaps there'd still be a few Ichigo Kurosakis waiting...

"Well, you might run into one or two who have a prophecy hanging over their heads and will want to take your class to educate themselves for when the time of the prophecy comes around."

Kenpachi's head tilted, the bells in his hair giving a soft jingling sound. Prophesy. Loads of bullshit propagated by those who liked to play gods....

His head straightened again. Well, technically...they were gods. Huh.

"I hope, then, their sense of preservation is strong. Or that you're skilled in what you do, Doctor." He grinned.

That grin was a bit frightening...more than a bit actually.

"Err, yes well. Do you know your class list? I've taught a handful of the students all ready last year and could maybe give you a quick run down on their talents if I recognize the names."

"Do we know our class list yet, Yachiru?"

"Nope!" she did a little twirl on her toe in the grass.

"Do we care?"

"Nope!"

Kenpachi redirected his gaze pointedly toward Wilson. "If they're worth knowing, they'll make me know them on Thursday when we meet."

Wilson almost wished Jamie Madrox was in summer session this year.

...

No, he really wished Jamie was in summer session but as he wasn't he simply smiled and gave a nod of his head.

"Very well then."

Millie and Proudfoot made their way into the park, heading towards the duck pond. She waved cheerfully at the man stretched out on the blanket. "Hello!"

Though Aziraphale had told him that he was working at the bookshop he hadn't given him an exact description of Millie or Proudfoot so Wilson was sure he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting them yet.

"Good morning," he said with a friendly smile and a wave.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" Millie said, shifting her course a little to approach him. Proudfoot, feeling quite confident of her welcome in all areas, made her way onto the blanket and plopped herself down beside him.

"Oh dear," Millie said, a bit ruefully. "She does tend to make herself at home. I do hope you don't mind."

A drake, who had been hanging around looking for an extra handout, sqwacked indignantly as he was forced back by the pressence of the feline but Wilson merely chuckled and lowered his hand to Proudfoot as way of an introduction.

"Don't mind in the least. It's a beautiful day and the more people out to enjoy it the better. I'm afraid we haven't met, I'm Dr. James Wilson."

"Oooh!" Millie said excitedly. "You are Aziraphale's friend! He said you might perhaps take me for a ride in one of your cars someday."

She blushed a little. "Oh my, do forgive me, I'm not generally quite so forward. It's just that ever since he mentioned it I've been thinking how delightful it might be to go so fast."

Proudfoot ignored the entire exchange and simply butted up against Wilson's hand to demand her fair share of petting.

Never let it be said that he would ignore a noble cat! Obediently stroking his hand along the soft white fur, Wilson brightened as it seemed Millie knew Aziraphale.

"Yes, Aziraphale is my..." Wilson trailed off a little because she'd used the term friend and Wilson realized that might mean she either wasn't aware or didn't wish to be aware of the true nature of the relationship between the pair.

"He's my friend and I'd be more than happy to take you for a drive."

Millie noticed his hesitation. "Oh dear. Is it perhaps not common knowledge that the two of you are..." she waved her hand a bit helplessly in the air. "It was not unusual back where I grew up, but I know it was not always looked kindly upon where I moved to later and I'm not sure of how things are in this time and place."

"But, oh goodness me, I should be delighted to go for a ride at some time. Cars in my time are rather noisy, smelly things with quite a bumpy ride, but Aziraphale assures me things are quite different here."

Proudfoot couldn't care less about the conversation or the sexual preferences of people as long as they continued to pet her.

Wilson blinked and then he blushed and chuckled softly.

"I'm sorry, I ... it's fairly common knowledge that he and I are lovers but when you said friend I wasn't sure how ... I mean, I know there are still places and times where our relationship would not be comfortable conversation for someone so..."

Stammer, stammer, handwave.

Pausing, he looked over at her and grinned warmly.

"I'm sorry, I was making assumptions. Aziraphale is quite right that cars have come a long way in the past 80 or so years."

And now Millie was becoming all blushy herself. "Oh goodness, don't concern yourself about me. I have the odd distinction of being brought up in quite a secluded temple with just the priestesses and the Arm of Asheth around and then moving to a rather repressed English society when I escaped from the temple. I have such a difficult time keeping straight which moral stance goes with which place. Though from the things I've accidentally stumbled onto on the internet here..."

She fanned her reddening face. "Quite, quite outside the scope of anything I was familiar with."

"I wish I could say it gets easier but, well, when you add teenage hormones into the mix of this particular student body, well, I'm a man from the 21st century and even I boggle at some of the..."

Wilson found his words trailing off and he was left making awkward hand gestures before giving his head a shake and trying to move the subject along.

"Ah, so, you've met Aziraphale then?"

Proudfoot was a bit tired with the conversation, especially since she felt it was keeping her from getting the full amount of attention she deserved, and butted against Wilson's hand a bit demandingly. Asheth Temple cat, after all!

Millie smiled widely, grateful for the subject change. "Aziraphale, yes! He's such a dear. He's going to be working for me at least over the summer. And it is such a relief to know that at least one of my employees understands how to make a proper cup of tea!"

"Oh!" Wilson exclaimed and then, as an apology to Proudfoot for his sudden start, he reached down with both hands to administer pets.

"You're the owner of the bookshop."

Yes, every so often Wilson did have to take a moment and state the obvious.

"Oh my goodness, I never introduced myself," Millie said looking a bit embarrasses. "Yes, my name is Millie and I own the bookstore. And this is Proudfoot."

Winking to Millie, Wilson first addressed Proudfoot.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Proudfoot and Millie, you'll probably get tired of finding me underfoot at the bookstore when Aziraphale is on the job."

"Oh goodness! You're always most welcome. Plenty of room at Book Haven!" Millie said cheerfully.

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