The Park; Early Thursday Evening [ 02/04 ].

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There seemed to be a certain irony in the idea of feeding breadcrumbs to what was likely to be your dinner sometime along the road, but Angua was just a bit too tired to really dwell on it. It had been a long trek and, while she had very few things to carry with her, it was enough that the whole journey had been taken in her current leggy, blonde human form.

There was a lot to think about, and there was a lot to do, but right now, Angua just wanted to sit and watch the ducks at the pond fight over little pieces of dog biscuit that had been reduced to crumbs far too long ago in her pocket.

She shifted a little, making a face, pulling at her breastplate. She supposed it might have made sense to have changed out of her Watch armour and, in fact, it was probably Watch property, but something about it was comforting, for how little it was comfortable. And, somehow, leaving the city was one thing. Leaving behind her armour seemed altogether too final.

Angua let out another sigh, not be meloncholy or morose, but simply just to take in the scent of the place. She didn't exactly need to be a wolf to know that the place was at least cleaner than Ankh-Morpork. There barely seemed even the slightest touch of murkiness in the aroma, which was a good thing, right?

Angua tried not to think about it. She also tried not to think about how that third duck from the left looked particularly tasty compared to the others. She should go see about a place to stay before checking in with the local Watch, but she'd get to that in a little bit.


[[ this is going to be hell on my sleeping patterns, but puppy wanted to play! Open! ]]

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"You planning on starting a war with the ducks?" Loki asked, finally making his way back to MHA after spending the day at the school. It seemed a logical assumption and all considering the armor and the ducks surrounding her.

"Pretty sure the fucking squirrels are more deserving," he added. Or the little gremlin shits but he left that one unsaid for the moment.

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More like taking inventory.

Angua turned her head, subtly glancing over the man to see what her nose was lightly picking up, and then glanced back toward the ducks. She'd believe it about the squirrels, but knew very well that that was a situation she did not exactly want to bring up again. Her head tilted slightly, as if in thought, though her brain was too crowded to really let anything else in right now.

"I think I could take them," she noted. "They outnumber me by a bit, but they don't look like they do much."

Though they did look well fed.

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"Give it a week and they'll be fucking demon ducks, hell bent on taking over the island," he quipped, half serious. "Or maybe they'll stay the same. I think it depends on the island's moods."

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"At least I won't be bored," said Angua, with only a slight lift of her eyebrow. She had been a little concerned, what with a relative lack of rainbow-coloured grime in the air, but there wasn't exactly a hint of lying coming from him. "Vigilance, and all that."

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"I'm still fucking shocked at how many people choose to come here," Loki said, raising his eyebrows at her. He was assuming and all but he was fairly well traveled around the island and she wasn't familiar. "I mean, why? It's fucking small and strange and small."

Better than Wisconsin.

"And I won't believe you came here just for the fucking ducks," he continued, glancing at said ducks. "You can find ducks anywhere."

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"You're right," said Angua. "Not the ducks. I'm here for the squirrels."

She'd be willing to let someone believe anything so long as it wasn't that she was here because she'd run away with her tail between her bloody legs. Which was, of course, the real reason.

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"Then be prepared to be the talk of the town," he replied, amused. "They're the radio reporters. Before the end of the fucking night, they'll have you banging every guy on the island while performing weird rituals."

And they were kind of cute. Not that Loki would admit that.

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Radio reporters? A ghost of a smile seemed to appear on Angua's face; after all, at least the clacks weren't furry and good for a snack in a pinch.

As for the rest of his statement...

"That's pretty good for having only just arrived."

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"You look capable if a little lazy," he joked, taking in the whole duck feeding scene in front of him. "Where'd you come from with that fucking get up? Set of a movie or something?"

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Henry watched the sad-looking woman scattering crumbs for a long moment before taking a seat on the next bench over. He was in a social mood; he might as well be social at her.

"That doesn't look like a bad way to kill a February afternoon," he commented with a slight smile.

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Angua had thought to watch the man as he came and sat down next to her, but she found it easier to look at the ducks. Even in her human form, for as long as she had been, there were still enough of the faint traces of scents lingering around her, and it was almost painful to her nose when she tried to focus on him. It was an odd sensation, light as it was, like too much going on at once. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing she wanted to figure out right now, so when he sat down, she did her best to glance his way, though her eyes turned down, slightly askance.

"No," she agreed, "it isn't, especially after being on foot all day."

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"Long walk?" Henry asked amiably, eyes skipping lightly over her outfit. "And -- I am going to take a wild guess you aren't exactly from around here."

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"You could say that," said Angua; an attempted glance his way left her wrinkling her nose slightly. She shook her head, just a bit. "On both accounts. Not familiar with the Disc by any chance, are you?"

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"Not remotely," Henry admitted, if with a trace of apology in his voice. He was just perceptive enough to notice the wrinkled nose, and his hand brushed across his face to remove any crumbs. "Unless that's a poetic way to refer to Gaia that I haven't heard, and even then I've never been outside the United States."

He leaned toward her a bit more. "I'm Henry, by the way."

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"Didn't think so," said Angua; her own apology was in the slight grin. She supposed she deserved the few unintelligible references on his part in response, too.

She pulled herself up slightly, a more subtle way to back away just a little from his odd scents as he leaned in. "Angua," she offered. "Nice to meet you."

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"Nice to meet you, too, Angua," Henry repeated, and didn't come any closer than was necessary for polite conversation. "Pretty name. So what brought you from the Disc to this humble island?"

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"Change of scenery?" Angua tried, chancing another glance, which she managed to accomplish, though she had to rub her nose a little. He had the strangest scent, which was really saying a lot, considering she worked with Nobby Nobbs. "I came here for a convention about a year ago; seemed a nice little place..."

Even if it was overrun with kleptomaniac squirrels...

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Oz wasn't exactly going patrolling. He'd spent too much time in Sunnydale to think that was a good idea all by himself. He just happened to be going for a walk, and wasn't going to turn back for sunset.

And he was carrying some holy water and a stake in his pocket and wearing a cross pendant.

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Angua was only paying half attention to things, but her senses, ever keen, couldn't help picking up on a strain of scent that she really hadn't been expecting to encounter here. Especially not right after she'd arrived. She blinked a little, lifting her head to locate the source with a slightly concerned frown.

There was little relief from the fact that she didn't recognize the werewolf; she hadn't recognized the scent, so of course it wasn't anyone she knew. She did find relief in the fact that he appeared distinctly non-threatening, though, and watched with a subtle, mild interest.

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Oz's path took him near enough that he noticed he was being watched. He wasn't able to tell werewolves at first scent, nor even individual people unless he'd been around them for awhile. It was a skill set he'd sadly been neglecting.

He nodded at Angua though. "Hey."

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"Hello," Angua gave a nod back, distracted by picking out the variations in his particular scent. It was a shame she wasn't about to chance turning into a wolf right now, though; she'd be able to pick up so much more that way. She'd have to stick with just old fashioned human mining.

"Come here often?"

And how many of you were there?

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That would have been interesting to Oz considering it was the day after the full moon cycle ended.

"Sometimes." he said, amused at the old line. Of course maybe where she came from it wasn't like that. "When the weather's nice."

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Angua frowned slightly, feeling that answer didn't give her much of the information she wanted but, then again, she didn't know quite what she was aiming for. "What do you usually come here to do?" she tried.

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Well also Oz was not exactly what you'd call verbose. "Just for atmosphere. Or busking."

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"Busking?" asked Angua. "You perform?"

So help her if these was somehow doggie tricks and jumping through hoops involved here.