The Park; Saturday Afternoon [ 05/08 ].

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Something was going on at the school, and Angua was being neglected was not complaining at all. With so much happening over there, there was nothing going on over here, and she was enjoying one of those rare moments where, unless a good breeze came through, all she could smell was most just squirrels and ducks and residual lingering.

She even closed her eyes and breathed in deep and reveled in how simple the colours that came to her were.

There needed to be more stuff going on up at the school more often.


[[ and open park is open. as if there wasn't a picnic going on, la ]]

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[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

Marcus was restless, whatever was going on up at the school wasn't his problem, and so he was walking the island. This kept up much longer, he reckon'd he'd be able to close his eyes and tell where he was from the feel of the ground under his boots. And that was just wrong.

When he walked into the park and saw the woman he'd never met as far as he knew, he stopped. "Hey," he said by way of greeting, ever the chatty one.

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Angua caught the scent of him before he'd even decided to stop, and she turned to look over the fellow who'd avoid cops even when they were wolves. "Hey," she said back, quite a chatterbox herself. "Nice and quiet around here with the student picnic, isn't it?"

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

So that's what was going on. Unless one of the new kids could get him off the island he didn't much care. "Yeah," he agreed, giving her a long, assessing look, after which he offered, "Name's Marcus."

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

"Angua," she offered back.

"Sergeant Angua," she added, because, really, she couldn't help it. He'd not been happen to find out she was a cop back when she was a wolf, so it would be interesting to see how he responded to her as a cop as a human.

And she still believed that anyone who acted that way around cops were to be kept an eye on anyway.

"Nice to meet you, Marcus. What do you do around here?"

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

His eyes narrowed slightly at the Sergeant, but otherwise he didn't react, at least not visibly, but mistrust might have a scent. "Army?" he asked, doubting it.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Oh, it most certainly did. A very, very familiar scent.

Angua shook her head. "No, thank gods. FPD. Not a bad gig, considering our biggest case in months involved a bunch of teenage girls lifting an art gallery, which they apparently had permission to do."

No, she still didn't completely understand that one.

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

Despite his general feelings towards cops, he couldn't help being the smallest bit amused at the story. "Island's not exactly a hotbed of crime." And yes, he knew he still hadn't answered her question.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Angua knew it, too. But something you just let slide so that people thought that they got away with it.

"You won't hear me complaining," she said. "Makes me feel like I'm actually doing a good job."

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

He considered that in silence for a bit, looking out over the park. "You like being a cop?" he finally asked, glancing back at her.

This was possibly the friendliest conversation he'd ever had with a police officer.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

"I do," said Angua, tilting her head a bit thoughtfully, and she shrugged a shoulder, glancing over. "Wouldn't do it if I didn't."

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

"Guess not." Life experience was saying leave now; boredom and restlessness kept him in place. Talking to a cop was better than walking around the island again. At least for the moment.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

He really was a babbler, wasn't he? Angua smirked a little to herself before she tilted her head in an oh-so-casual interest with Marcus as she noted, "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught what it was you do. I mean, career wise..."

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

Problem was, that oh-so-casual interest was something he'd seen before. Many times before. "That an official inquiry?"

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

"Enjoying yourself, Sergeant?" Vimes asked, desperately having needed a walk. Anything to get out of the station would have worked, really.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

"Nice and quiet," Angua said, smiling slightly, and, of course, by quiet she meant not smelly. Yet. "Yourself, sir?"

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"Waiting for our next big case," Vimes replied, watching a rabbit hop on by like this was some sort of children's book. "Perhaps it will be with permission again."

No, he wasn't over that.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Was it really that idyllic if one of the parties involved in the scene had at least one section of her brain that thought about how that rabbit could be dinner in three seconds flat?

The majority of Angua's brain, however, was devoted to very decidedly not smirking. "It does take a certain punch out of the whole thing, doesn't it?" she offered sympathetically.

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

"I'd ask how anyone thought that was a good idea, but I worry the answer will only serve to depress me."

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Angua nodded her head, fairly certain that it would.

"Girls will be girls?" she offered. "And Fandom High School girls are so upright, they won't even commit crime without a go-ahead?"

No, she didn't understand it either.

"You were a teenaged girl once," she added, because she couldn't not. "You should know how it is."

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

"...I'm taking away your rubber steak for that."

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Ooh. That was cold, Vimes.

"You know I'll just find it again," Angua reminded him. Besides, she was a big girl now, and could get her own if she needed to.

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

He was cold as ice, you know.

"Of course you will." She was just lucky he was above bringing up the incident with the puppy in his office.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Of course he was above. It would have been just as embarrassing for the both of them.

"It's a good thing, though, right?" Angua offered, as a change of subject more than an actual tempt to convince him of anything, because she knew better. "I mean, the whole...lack of crime around here."

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

"It's eerie," Vimes replied, making a face.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Angua wasn't going to argue with that, but she did shrug a shoulder. "We're not in Ankh-Morpork anymore, sir."