The Park, Monday Morning

[shiroi_tiger]

For some, the weekend spent on the island had been quieter than for others. It wasn't that Algren wasn't interested in getting out there and fighting zombie gremlins (though there was some Fandom-related trauma there that had involved both zombies and gremlins, once upon a time, that he didn't care to revisit), and it wasn't even that he hadn't wanted to see if he could find any familiar faces at the various dances and parties and gatherings that had been going on across the island.

No, mostly it was that he'd just opted to reacquaint himself with the quieter aspects of Fandom. A walk along the beach, or through the preserve, right around dawn or dusk. That sort of thing.

This morning, it was the park. He had a thermos of tea - and yes, he had absolutely gone out to buy a thermos for the occasion, using money he still had inexplicably left over in the bank here from his tenure on the island - and was seated on the grass, watching the ducks swim and the flamingos... be flamingos, whatever that entailed.

There might also have been a sword resting on the grass beside him, serving as a silent warning to any gremlins that might get any ideas. Yes, Fandom, Nathan Algren remembered you well enough, even after being gone for a few years.

[OOC: I had to get him out somewhere this weekend! Open park is open!]

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[shiroi_tiger]

"They really don't," Nathan agreed, reaching to pick it up, and then holding it out for Ghanima to take, if she cared to inspect it. "Made for me during my first trip to Japan. It's served me well."

He was still alive, after all.

[atreideslioness]

She bowed, respectfully, before taking the sword. "Lovely," she repeated under her breath, turning it over in her hands. "So long as you take good care of it, it will take good care of you."

She smiled and offered it back to Nathan. "Thank you for letting me hold it."

[shiroi_tiger]

"You're one of a very small number of people who can appreciate it as more than a sharp piece of folded metal," Nathan replied, accepting it back with a small bow. "Around here, at least. It's always a bit of a relief here on the island when somebody does."

[atreideslioness]

"I tend to prefer knives over swords, but that's my personal cultural bias talking," Ghanima laughed, brushing her hand over the sheathed crysknife at her waist. "I find all things made with reverence and care beautiful, especially those with great meaning. Swords and other personal weapons usually fall into that category."

[shiroi_tiger]

"They do, don't they?" Nathan smiled and took another sip of his tea. "Respect where it's deserved in general, then. I remember there being not much of that around here, compared to where I ultimately wound up."