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The Park; Sunday Afternoon [ 02/21 ].

It wasn't exactly a trip to the Bahamas*, but the joys of spring break were already becoming clear to Angua. Because while the majority of the population was off to exotic locales, the island was notably free of the scents of all those people on one relatively small space of land. It felt good to be able to enjoy the very rare sensation of taking in a deep breath and smell mostly just air for change, even if it was air over the lingering scents of the population and that ever present aroma of teal that seemed to permiate the general nature of the place.

So Angua was going to just take a nice walk in the park and enjoy it.

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*Angua didn't even know what a Bahama was, and, besides, the smell of coconut suntan oil would not be one she was likely to enjoy. At least it wouldn't be peppermint, however.

[[ I have a feeling it's going to be a long few hours at the coffee shop. Open, for anyone else luckless enough to be Bahama-less. shhh. ]]

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Strong affection for sunshine was enough to coax Dimitri out earlier than usual in the strange, near-nocturnal schedule his many duties forced upon him. His walk through the park (keeping his distance from the flamingos, naturally) was leisurely enough and the sun had even brought a near-smile to his face as he approached the other walker.

It was only polite to nod a greeting, after all.

Well. The amounts of scent on the island had diminished, but, clearly, the occasion of an individual who completely reeked of something noteable was still unavoidable even on a quiet island. And it really didn't help when it was bloody vampires she was getting a whiff of instead of nice fresh air. At least it wasn't bad as some, but, good gods, how many of these things were crawling around this place? She did not remember so much vampire last year...

Still. Modern and civil and all that. Angua, while not exactly pushing a smile, could at least nod back. And try to hold her breath.

The held breath was noticeable enough to raise an eyebrow as Dimitri passed, slowing to a stop and turning to look again at the woman. Her reaction pinged as familiar and potentially disconcerting. "Is there a problem?"

The breath was reluctantly released with less subtle of a sigh than Angua would have preferred, and she found herself stuck trying a smile after all. There was at least one saving grace in this whole thing: maybe it was just the clearer air, but at least he didn't seem to smell so terribly bad of vampire. But even just a crumb of limburger could make the whole cheese cabinet seem rotten.

"No," she said, with a slightly stiff shake of her head, and pushing that smile just a tad more. "I jut...it's so quiet today, I didn't expect too many other people," using the term loosely on both accounts, it seemed.

The sigh, the stiffness, and the forced smile were all signs of something unpleasant, even if he wasn't certain just what. Dimitri looked down at her, frowning just a touch. "No. The majority of town is on vacation this week. But you seem...agitated?" His accented voice kept an even, light tone, but his eyes were all business.

That's right; acknowledge it and he'lll probably try to make her feel better and more comfortable, too. Typical vampire behaviour. If you didn't know any better, you'd think they were just being nice and charming and that's when they got you. At least, when a werewolf hunted you, you know their intention was entirely to rip our their throats and tear them to pieces.

"Oh, you know," said Angua vaguely, shrugging, trying to take her mind of jugulars right now. "Guess I just need a bit more of the fresh air."

Not the average dhampir, he didn't buy her answer, but Dimitri decided to use it to gain a little more information. "I'm enjoying the sun, myself. Does your work keep you indoors?"

And always so chatty.

"Thankfully only on Mondays," said Angua. "Which tomorrow, unfortunately, is. What about your own?"

Because, she had to admit, vampires enjoying the sun was a little off the course. Granted, it did seem to be the hip thing with all the Black Ribboners back home. Throwing out all those old traditions and everything. He probably would claim to love garlic, too.

Being more aware of who did what was another reason to listen to the blasted gossip radio. "I manage Atlas, so I'm there most days. But training offers a good excuse to spend time outdoors. Plenty of fresh air."

He should excuse himself and continue on his way, but she was offering so little that his curiosity remained piqued. "My name is Dimitri, in case you ever stopped in."

Angua actually had been considering poking her nose in there once or twice, but she didn't want to go through the trouble of asking about their policy on pets.

She nodded a little. "Sergeant Angua," she offered back, throwing in the title since they were talking occupations "And I just might have to do that one of these days."

Luke's was rising on Angua's list of favourite dives, as one decidedly not managed by a bloody vampire.

"Sergeant," he repeated, further interested. "One of Fandom's finest, I presume?" Dimitri considered that she'd taken him for some sort of ~~Highlander~~ thug, dark clothes, leather duster, and short ponytail not always signaling stability and guardianship in other cultures.

Yet it seemed fairly universal for vampires, all the same.

"As of recently, anyway. Haven't seen much action, though, save for a mass murder of trees for all the paperwork. You get that regardless of where you're stationed, though, I fear."

"Given this world's dependence on technology, I would have thought they'd be past so much literal paperwork," he remarked, nearly wishing that was not the case at the gym.

Angua's nose wrinkled at the word technology a little, a disgust she was more willing to present because it wasn't as if Dimitri reeked of oil. "I take it you haven't met the Command--" She had to stop, correct herself. "Sheriff," she amended, shaking her head and still feeling strange about calling Vimes anything that wasn't Commander or Sir, "yet. Technology isn't going to be anywhere near a list of favourite words for him any time soon."

"No, I've yet to have the pleasure of meeting any of the official police in town until now." Though he did notice Fandom was a draw for the type. "Are you part of the group leading the course at the school?"

Unfamiliar with the local Watch. That, Angua decided, was usually a good thing. She was reluctant to buy into that whole it's the quiet ones you've got to look out for thing*.

Angua shook her head. "I wasn't even aware of one."

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"My...novice," because that was the best way to describe Rose, after all, "is taking the course. I believe the main professor is a Mr. Gibbs."

"Ah," said Angua, nodding slightly and able to count on one hand how many times she'd chatted with Gibbs. "Perhaps I'll have to ask him how it's going."

"Do that," Dimitri nodded, still curious, but willing to accept he wasn't going to learn anything here today. "I suppose I should let you get back to your air."

Yes. Please. Do that. She liked strolling around without vampires tainting her unusually uncluttered air much better.

She nodded a little, mostly just wanting to stride off, but managing to at least get out a "Have a nice day," before doing so.

With the weather getting warmer, Oz was finding more and more excuses to go out. It was kind of interesting to see how the big piles of snow getting smaller and smaller.

Watching paint dry? What?

So much for freer air. Angua smelled the other werewolf well before she approached him, but she offered a nod in greeting as she did.

Oz nodded to her as well. "Hey. Quiet around here."

~~SP's good. Okay if Oz notices now that she's the wolf he smelled in the park?~~

"Everyone's gone off for some trip, I believe," said Angua. Her shoulders shrugged a bit. "It's nice."

Oz's nose tickled. Oh. Oh! Holy crap. After meeting her a few times he was finally able to completely identify her scent, and he realized what she was.

Oz could usually identify werewolves and Vampires from his own world, and even tell if someone was not entirely human (sometimes). But the scents were different enough from other worlds that it tricked him.

I wonder if she can tell that I'm one too?

"Oh yeah. I guess it's time for spring break. In winter. Go figure."

The hairs on the back of Angua's neck prickled, pulling her shoulders straight with the realization that the other werewolf was reaizing something at that moment, too, and she watched him carefully to try to discern just what that was.

She kept up casual conversation, though, to make her own subtle investigations. "Are we on the first winter of the year here, or the second?"

Oz's expressions were usually the same. And often his tone of voice was hard to read. But there was a subtle change in his demeanor, now that he was talking to a kindred spirit of sorts. He wasn't really even aware of it. A slight relaxation.

"We really only get one here." Two winters? Yikes.

Angua shook her head slightly. "Round world, only one winter. It's interesting how, out of everything everyone will tell you that's weird about this place, that's never on their lists."

"I think they don't notice cause it's more subtle than the other stuff."

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