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The Park - Sunday morning

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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He lifted a shoulder, "It seems to be a human thing, the fascination with elf ears. I don't know why. True on my world, true here."

".... Huh." Zack blinked his blue - far too blue - eyes, and then shook his head a little. "I guess plenty of people don't know what to make of things that are different from what they're used to."

He ran a hand through his hair, and then smiled wryly.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry about humans being weird at you. That's, uh, kind of rude."

Hey, they weren't a weird silver-gray all the way across, so Fenris didn't mind.

"True of all people, including me," Fenris smiled wryly, "No need to apologize. Staring, I don't mind so much. Spitting.. well. That would have provoked a different response. He seemed nice enough, the tea man."

"We don't put up with spitters," Zack replied, that smile of his giving way to a sudden frown. "Is... that something? Where you're from?"

People usually just ran from people with eyes like Zack's. Here was a welcome change of pace from that, but for different reasons.

Fenris gave a single nod, then a shrug, then thumbed toward the hilt of his sword. "Not so much toward me. My kind in general, yes. In the Imperium, we're a slave class. Outside the Imperium, there aren't many enclaves and most of them are slums."

He nodded with his chin toward the town, "I heard it's outlawed here. Sensible."

"Sensible," Zack echoed. "Decent. Here has its ugly things too, but that really isn't one of them. I can't really speak to the history of the place, though. Not my world."

"The past is the past," Fenris shrugged. "So far on this island, it has been.. pleasant."

He didn't expect that to continue. It never did. Not for long.

"So far," Zack agreed. "It really does have its moments, though. Not just the weather."

"Oh?" Fenris asked, "Something else to worry about?"

"On occasion," Zack supplied. "Things might attack, or people might get grabbed away to somewhere else. This stuff never lasts really long, usually it's just a chance to stretch and swing the sword around for a while. But sometimes it's pretty serious stuff."

He'd stopped his vampire self from becoming an issue in the other world by throwing himself into the sunlight.

Sometimes Fandom asked too much of people.

"I almost never turn down a chance to swing the sword around," Fenris smirked, "Good to know. Everyone's been so nice and helpful so far, I was worried I'd stepped into some sort of feel-good Fade realm."

"Oh, the people are great," Zack laughed. "Which is good, since it usually takes everyone pulling together to drive off whatever it is that's trying to kill us from time to time."

He considered the man in the tree for a few moments more.

Considered his sword.

"Hey, I don't suppose you spar, do you? I know it's probably a pretty random question, but, uh, finding other people with swords that can even hold up to mine around here is... hard."

That was because your sword was basically a sharpened Buick, Zack.

Fenris smiled, "I do. The gentleman I'm staying with also does, but his is a single-handed blade."

He gave Zack's ~~freakishly huge~~ sword a look and said, "My sword could hold up. The Mercy Blade can't be broken." He smiled at the other man, "We could always find out if my arms can hold up."

"Just let me know if they can't, and I'll stand down," Zack replied, smiling brightly. "I'll understand if the answer's no. It usually is."

There weren't other members of SOLDIER here. Not many people had that sort of strength.

Fenris glanced around the park which was, for the moment, empty. His smile was almost as bright, "Now?"

"Now, sure," Zack replied happily, then crouched down to level with his dog for a moment. "Okay, Girl, I'm going to be swinging my sword around with my friend Fenris here, so I need you to stay right here, okay? Stay?"

... Girl really hadn't been planning on going anywhere.

Fenris shifted his weight and dropped from the branch, landing lightly on his feet in a moderate crouch. As he stood, he offered the dog his hand to inspect, in case she wanted some ear scritches. She was small and fluffy, bigger than the lap dogs he'd seen in Tevinter, but much smaller than a war dog.

Girl, being a good Girl, looked to Zack momentarily for his signal that it was fine to sniff, and, upon him giving it, stood up to investigate the offered hand, tail wagging behind her.

"That's Girl," Zack offered, smiling a little. "I think she's a working breed? But mostly she just uses that as an excuse to try to herd me places."

Fenris obliged the doggo by scritching her head tentatively. He wasn't terribly good with animals but he knew the things other people did to show..friendliness. Only for a moment, before giving her a final pat and walking over to an area away from her that would give him room to move. "She's pretty. I like the colors of her fur," he offered.

"I lucked out with her," Zack replied, smiling as he followed after Fenris, drawing his sword and giving it another spin in his hand. "She just sort of started sticking to my side at work. I work at the animal shelter in town. Lots of dogs and cats, mostly."

Fenris drew his own sword and took it in a two handed grip. He put his weight on the balls of his feet and took a calm, ready stance. "There is a shelter for abandoned animals?" Fenris was surprised and, oddly, pleased by that.

"There is," Zack agreed, smiling warmly. "I kind of inherited it when I came back to the island from home. Like I said, dogs and cats. But there are some rabbits, lizards, fish, birds..."

He gave a little bounce on his toes, almost as though he wasn't holding a sword at all.

And then, with a grin, he charged.

Fenris slid to the side and held his sword up in a block. "Sounds nice. How do you keep from taking them all home?"

He wouldn't have the faintest idea how to care for an animal.

Their weapons clashed, and Zack came to a stop with a grin on his face.

"Well it helps that I can go back to visit the any rime." He paused. "And that my finacee would probably kill me if I tried."

The weapons clashed and Fenris was able to absorb the shock of the blow. He considered it and nodded, "We can continue. If it gets too much, I'll call a halt."

"Felicitations on your betrothal," he said.

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