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32 - Soldier [ OPEN ]

Who: Duke Pantarei and YOU
What: There's someone taking up a park bench and generally being unhelpful and lazy. Bother him if you like~
When: Wed - Sat, day time,
Where: Some random bench outside.
Status: Open like an open thing
Style: Starting prose, action if you like

Out and about and fighting crime and looking for a breather for your snack or lunch? This isn't the place to sit. There's someone sprawled out on this park bench, book in hand. In fact, Duke is so terribly focused on his book, he won't look up if anyone stops by and gives him looks of 'you are only one person, why are you taking up the whole bench.'

Well. "If you move to the left, you'll cast shade on the pages."

So maybe he did notice. He clearly doesn't care.

(OOC: Duke can tell where any metal is, so long as it isn't organic metal. Are you wearing a metal zipper? Buttons? knives or guns? Totally knows its there. Its probably what he's talking about in terms of 'a person is there')

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For once, Alister is grateful he's been spared of this curse, for once, but the state of the city around them still was quite concerning. Either this was a curse, or something terrible had happened to the Coral again, to cause this level of rot and decay. In due time, it may pass, and he was tired of being cramped up in his workstation enough to go out and investigate.

Managing to avoid most of the majour incidents along the way, the Lombax comes across a man he doesn't recall seeing before. Either another new arrival, or simply one other spared of the city's insanity.

And not giving a Kerchu's left whisker about it, either.

The Lombax raises a brow at the lazy being, folding his arms over his chest.

"Other citizens may be in need of a rest as well, you know."

Sadly, Duke's been hear for a little over a year now. He just hermits most of the time.

"There are other benches. And trees." Duke...

Yeah, he still doesn't care much at all, still not looking up. He turns a page before continuing to speak.

"... or the ground. Its perfectly acceptable to sit on that as well."

"I'm not adverse to rolling you on the ground, either." Seriously, you're just being rude, man. And don't put it past this Lombax, because he will.

"With all the crime in the city, I'd check my pockets for bolts, if I were you. Laying out here in itself isn't the wisest action."

"I don't have projectiles, true ones at least, but its a dare more or less." A lazy hand motion. You don't need to be worried about him, whoever you are with all your metal.

"Its terribly boring, but not quite worth the effort to go seeking anything."

... and yeah, he's still reading.

He doesn't care what it is you plan to do with the rest of your day, but he also doesn't feel like walking all the way back to the apartment, either. Sure, he had Hoverboots, but he was already here, and he'd get you to move over.

"I assure you, anything is far more interesting than... this. Whatever this is."

Thirty seconds before he snatches that book out of your hands.

"If you could at least lift your head."

You mean thirty seconds before he moves the book, right? Jeez, whoever you are, you love wearing metal...

"Music history, today. Tomorrow it might be the application of astronomy for sea navigation, or general anatomy."

And a vague blink over in the right direction.

"... I don't think that would provide much room."

Okay, that's it. If you're not gonna go the polite way, then how's about he try and rip that book from your hands so you'll pay attention to him more?

Nope, he is aware of that moving before it gets terribly close to his book. So that book goes flat to his chest, and Alister gets blinked blankly at. Not quite innocently, but that's just because Duke can't do that expression thing well.

"Its not mine, so damaging it would be rude."

... But Duke, you're being terribly rude.

...Orvus damn it. Maybe he is better off leaving the man be for now. Trying to argue the matter was simply a waste of time and effort, especially if it was getting dark soon. With the others in the city changed like this, he couldn't imagine the consequences of having to kill one out of self-defense.

"Look, all I'm saying is to get someplace safe before you're either attacked or killed out here. The city's under a curse, there's no predicting what can happen."

This is a bland expression.

"Your worry is touching." This is faint sarcasm. Why are you terribly worried again? "So long as it isn't... wooden bolts, with no metal at all, if such a thing exists, I should have no problems dealing with attackers."

Stone tipped things, well, those are a bit archaic.

"Nor am I so foolish to be out unarmed." He's just... not visibly so.

Hope you don't mind random cousins sitting on you, Duke. Because this is obviously the best solution to the problem.

Yeah. Well, that gets an uncomfortable noise. Short young man or not, Duke isn't suited for sitting on, and he realized the intention of that movement a bit late and

Dammit, Ioder, now his book is on the ground and maybe half of him too.

But he is being sat on, and Ioder isn't moving.

"You shouldn't take up the whole bench."

"... There are plenty of other places to sit."

But Ioder, he can't be terribly comfortable, honest.

Little bony, yes.

"It's still rude, you know."

He's... just going to stare at you Ioder.

"... If I promise to move, will you get off me?"

"I... suppose I could manage that. Yes."

This is the look of 'I know I an fairly socially awkward, but I am pretty sure you're mocking me here'. Duke studies Ioder for a moment longer.

"... I promise to move."

So Ioder will stop sitting on him, right? And also stop making him feel like a large child?

Ioder? Mocking?

... yeah it's more likely than one might think.

"Good!"

And off he goes, bouncing off to the side with a proud-smug smile.

All the passive mocking that really isn't terribly clear unless one lives with the young man.

Duke sighs and gets off the bench, more or less setting his appearance to rights as well as getting over the 'I was just sat on' feeling. For a moment, he's severely tempted to lay oddly on the section of the bench he could claim without being rude, upside down, perhaps? But that would be a short lived reading position...

Congratulations, Ioder, Duke is sitting like a normal person on the bench now.

Victory!

Ioder smiles brightly, pleased with his accomplishment here. He drops down next to Duke.

"Good book, I take it?"

Duke makes an agreeing humming noise, then tilts the title toward Ioder.

"Something based off of curiosity directed at you." Its music-theory.

"Oh? What is it?"

Ioder doesn't bother leaning over to look at the book himself; he figures Duke will tell him since he brought it up.

Can he sense a whole lot of jewelery stuffed in pockets? He also was wearing a ring and several earrings so it could just be that.

Faris saw him reading away and decided to stop and nudge at the book with his hand to check out the cover. Don't mind him in any personal space, right?

"What has your interest this time, bucko?"

Faris might be helping himself to the loot of the curse, but he definitely wasn't hit with alternate memories and new powers.

Well, so long as there's metal to the settings, there is interesting things in the pockets.

"Music theory. Those odd little symbols on lines mean quite a few things." Although there is a blink after that. Should he know you more than vaguely.

Hello Duke. If you would kindly let me sit down?

[Yep, Dhaos is pretty clearly not bothered by his partner's usual lack of enthusiasm. He's used to it, and his own reasons for helping the citizens of the city aren't really for their benefit in the grand scheme of things. Hence the reason he's here instead of doing something useful like patrolling or helping some poor old lady across the street; he just doesn't feel like it right now.]

I brought dried mango, if you would like a slice or two.

[Clearly these two are paragons of justice.]

[ Absolute paragons.

Duke blinks over, because this is a voice he generally listens to, then sighs.

Really, what he does to shift is... stick most of his legs over the thin arm at the end of the bench and take up that half instead.

He even tucks his hair back over his shoulder so Dhaos doesn't sit on it. ]

If you don't want to finish all of it.

[ Which is Duke for "yes". ]

[That gets Duke a small smile behind the mask as the dimensional traveler sits down. He casually crosses one leg over the other before pulling out the promised bag of mango and setting it between them. There's a small click as the mouthpiece on his mask pops open. One slice is removed from the bag.]

I came prepared. There are slices enough that we should both be able to eat our fill.

More of "I have snack, if you move", than "I will share my lunch if you move".

[ He's just vaguely amused. It worked, after all.

Duke may take some time to actually reach a hand up and try to find the bag. He's not quite distracted from his book enough to turn his head and try to look, though.

Really lazy guy- ]

[Tear was merely passing by, on her way to go check on the state of her checking account after the recent string of bank robberies. Of course, the deep voice was something she hadn't expected to hear.]

Sorry, I don't live to make your life comfortable. I barely have time for myself.

[He'll notice that she's wearing a pendant and many knives strapped to her thighs for some reason. Protection. Protection, okay?]

[ He can't judge on the knives at the moment. He's got more than a few tucked into sleeves or boots. He likes them, okay? ]

Ah. It wouldn't really be either - un or comfortable.

[ Some people seem to think that putting a shadow on reading material might get attention on them, rather than the book.

Guess what Duke is still paying attention to. ]

[She merely stares at the white-haired man before shaking her head.]

Well, I can see that you're busy. Have a good day, sir.

[Yep, she sure is walking off in the direction she was headed in to begin with.]

[ Yup.

Duke doesn't do more than lazily wave at her as she walks off.

Bye, lady. ]

The person who just stopped close by will probably ping Duke's sense for metal in a very unusual way, since there are inorganic metal pieces along various parts of his body, and even inside of it.

When Duke speaks, he looks up from the pad of paper he's writing on, taken by surprise. "Excuse me?"

Yeah this person is weird in a way the one who had tried to take his book had been.

He blinks over to him.

"... that doesn't seem very comfortable." Whether he's talking about standing and writing, or having metal all sorts of places-

Fortunately for Duke, Pyunma isn't about to try and take the book. He's nowhere near that rude.

He is, however, still confused, in no small part because he doesn't follow the sudden change in topic. "I don't understand what you mean."

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