The Park - Sunday morning

[mages_suck]

The island was calm. The people here were calm. It was weird, after being in a high-tension environment for most of his life. Fenris sought the unacknowledged comfort of trees. The bench was unoccupied, the ducks unspoken to.

He smirked a little. "Hello, ducks. Where's your human friend?"

The ducks didn't answer. He hadn't truly expected them to.

The bench was unoccupied, but why sit on a bench when that tree right there had a branch that begged? Catching it, he pulled himself up and took a seat. Leaning against the trunk, he pulled one leg up and let the other hang free.

[Open! Brooding McElfEars is in the tree looking elvish af.]

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[puppy_fair]

It was a pretty nice morning, actually. Zack had his sword on his back and his dog out for a walk, and was kind of enjoying the Sunday morning quiet. Not that the island was often loud, Sunday or not. It was just something else about this place that was completely different from Midgar.

It kind of reminded him of Gongaga, that way.

He wasn't very far into the park at all when Girl noticed the person in the tree, which meant that Zack needed to take a detour so that she could sniff about the bade of the trunk.

"Nice view from up there?"

[mages_suck]

Fenris looked down. "It is now. Nice dog." He was, per usual, wearing the Mercy Blade strapped to his back. It wasn't quite as big as Zack's overcompensation sword, but bigger than most humans would be able to swing.

Fenris eyed the hilt, then asked with studied politeness, "Are you part of the sword club I've been told about?"

[puppy_fair]

"There's a sword club?" Zack blinked up at tree guy, looking a little baffled. "There was a reserves group, probably years and years ago. Is that what you mean?"

[mages_suck]

Fenris lifted a shoulder, "I met a person who saw my sword and suggested I join the local sword club."

He tried to keep the sneer out of those last two words. He more or less managed. Probably less than more.

"As if swords are toys for children."

He looked at Zack's sword again, "You're the second person I've met carrying one and neither of you knew anything about this 'club'. It must not be very good."

[puppy_fair]

"Well, I can't really judge until I see it," Zack replied, frowning as he pulled his sword from his back single-handed and looked it over. "... A sword club, really? That sounds..."

He blinked.

"Actually, that sounds like exactly the sort of thing someone would do around here."

[mages_suck]

Fenris leaned forward enough he could draw the Mercy Blade. Definitely not a toy. It wasn't even all that ornate. It was very sharp, and when his hand was on it, the lyrium infusing the metal glowed slightly.

"But if there's a club, wouldn't more people carrying actual swords know about it?" he queried. "It sounds odd? Unless perhaps it's some sort of fetish club?"

He wanted no part of that.

[puppy_fair]

"... Well, that's a thought I wasn't prepared for," Zack admitted, blinking up at tree-guy and his sword, now. "So... thanks for that, I guess."

He gave his sword a spin, and then settled it back on his shoulders.

"I'm Zack, by the way. Zack Fair."

It still felt weird to introduce himself without his rank attached.

[magnusrushesin]

"Hail and well met, tree friend!" Magnus called cheerfully. He was coming back from his usual Starbucks run off island because it was fall to him. It was fall. You can't take that from him now that pumpkin spice was out.

[mages_suck]

"Hail," Fenris said to the newcomer. The scent of the coffee hit him. ".. What are you drinking?"

[magnusrushesin]

"Pumpkin spice latte," Magnus said, taking a sip. "Best part about this place, amiright?"

[mages_suck]

"I have no idea, I've been here three days," Fenris noted. He watched with fascination as Magnus actually..drank..that. "It smells as though a nutmeg were crucified for its sins."

[magnusrushesin]

He drank the hell out of that. "Oh. Well, welcome! You don't have a key lime curse, do you?"

Because that was the only explanation for not understanding the wonder of the PSL.

[mages_suck]

"I've no such curse, no," Fenris said, having no idea why keys and limes would be cursed. "Have you?"

[2_old_for_this]

It was a nice enough day, and Peter had decided to get out for a bit.

He hadn't been expecting to find someone up in one of the trees.

"Hello?"

[mages_suck]

Fenris looked down and said, politely enough, "Hello."

[2_old_for_this]

"I wasn't expecting the trees to have such interesting fruit today," Peter said, smiling a little. "Are you new?"

[mages_suck]

Fenris peered down at him and asked curiously, "Is that always the first question people ask?" Then he answered, politely enough, "Yes, I am new. Chased slavers through a cave, then: no slavers, no more cave. It has been an interesting couple of days."

He nodded his chin and introduced himself, "Fenris."

[2_old_for_this]

"Peter Octavian," Peter answered. "This is a small enough place that everyone tends to know everyone else, so if you're not familiar, you're either new or the island's doing something weird."

[mages_suck]

"I've heard about the singing," Fenris acknowledged, "I'd like to count myself outside of a weird island event, so let's go with 'new' unless it proves otherwise."

He nodded politely, "Pleasure."

[special_rabbit]

"Is there someone up there, or did this tree start growing legs?" Amaya called up after she took a moment to confirm that, yup, that was a leg.

You leave a leg danglin', it's gonna get some attention.

[mages_suck]

"There is someone up here," Fenris said dryly, "Though from what I've heard, the other option would not be a thing of disbelief."

[special_rabbit]

"Then you've heard right!" Amaya grinned up into the tree. "Now I know I haven't seen you around here before. You new, or have you just been spending all your time hanging out in the trees?"

[mages_suck]

"New," Fenris acknowledged, "Two days hence. Today is the only day I've spent hanging out in a tree."

[special_rabbit]

"Ah, well, then, welcome to the island!" Amaya waved a hand a little. "How do you like up there? Pretty good view? Name's Amaya Blackstone, by the way. Nice to meet ya."

[mages_suck]

He nodded politely, "Fenris. Pleasure. It is nice enough up here. Trees, branches, most of it blocking the bafflement that is the buildings down.." A hand waved townward.