[action] [backdated to after the battle, when the Garden's being repaired]

[espio]

[Espio is rather fond of Fisherman's Horizon. It's the solar panels - they're great spots for just lying there and basking in the sunshine. Espio not-so-secretly loves soaking up sun when he gets the chance. And after all that business, he had every reason to go lie in the sun after getting out of classes.

Right now, though, that's not what he's doing. Nope.

He's spent the evening wandering around in human shape for a bit - it's actually a bit too warm this evening. Turns out that the human body's ability to regulate it's temperature a bit better comes in handy, plus it avoids the staring he gets despite people kind of knowing him by this point. Right now, he's just hanging out by the docks, feet in the water, pink Chaos Emerald at his side, writing something in a notebook. To anyone not familiar with him and his other form, he's recognisable only really by his hat... but he's okay with that - he kind of hopes it means less people will decide to bug him.

Because apparently, people like to bug him.

Ah well.]

[ooc: feel free to intercept him anywhere around FH, but mostly he's just at the docks.]

Comments

[thatched]

[Docks. Yes. Good. Docks he can do. Oops. Thatch staggers sideways a bit before righting himself and taking another long drink from the bottle. Best not be drunk in town--but ever...everybody expects people to be drunk near docks. S'why they invented them. S'why going dockside usually meant getting plastered, and he was three sheets to the wind and anchors away.

And hey! Look! Company! Sober company but--what the hell. He flops beside the kid, nearly pitching into the water himself. Kinna familiar headgear but, eh]

Helluva fight, huh? We sure showed 'em.

[espio]

I guess.

[...oh, it was this guy again. Thatch... right? One of Marco's brothers. No... one of his - somehow - brothers. The downside of letting a pirate abduct you into their family was that you had no idea who else was involved.

And he was drunk - he could smell it. Joy.

Better keep his attention on his writing for the moment. He didn't really want to get talking to this Thatch guy when he was like this - the man didn't even have the decency to bring him a drink! Not that he couldn't afford his own, but it would have been nice.]

Don't fall in the water, okay?

[thatched]

Lissen you...[he'd jab him with a finger, but frankly, he wasn't sure which one to poke] I've been swimmin' weirder waters'n this long before you were a glimmer in your mother's eye. So you don' need ta worry 'bout ol' Thatch...

[he takes another sip. He can feel the burn down to his toes]

Whatchu workin on anyway, short stash...stack.

[espio]

Nothing that's any of your business, not that I think you'd remember if I told you.

[Sigh.]

So much for a quiet evening. Didn't exactly expect one, anyway.

[thatched]

[Thatch raised his hands]

Oh, 'scuse me for invadin your santicity. Mebbe I'll go find another patch' of dock, asshole.

[he starts to stand but something slips under his foot and he crashes back down again his ass, saving his bottle at the last minute.]

Shit...that was close.

[espio]

Hey, I didn't say "go away."

[Ohhh dear.]

I'm not completely antisocial. Just scoot your ass over here and stay put before you hurt yourself.

[thatched]

Oh I'm bein' invited? [scoot he does and flops an arm over the strange kid's shoulders] I like you, brat. Have a drink.

[fierybluebird]

[Wandering about in phoenix form, because screw humans, that's why. And Marco pokes Espio with a giant nudge of his head.]

Chirp!

[That means hello. Maybe. Or what are you doing, possibly.]

[espio]

[Espio just takes it as "hey there, I am Marco. You may remember me from the billion other times I have bugged you for no reason, such as yesterday, and the day before. I'm here today to talk to you about nothing whatsoever in the language of birds."

Espio sighs, puts his book down...

Then just grabs him and pulls him onto his lap, despite the fact Marco is not a small phoenix at all.]

[fierybluebird]

[asdkjasldkjaslkdj]

[That was accurate.]

[And now you have a blushing phoenix in your lap. Congrats.]

[Now give him pets because he is lathering you in phoenix affection either way.]

[espio]

[No pets, Marco. Nope. Just... sitting there.]

So, did you want something?

[fierybluebird]

[Shakes his head nope. He just came to check on you man. So have another phoenix nudge of love.]

[espio]

Heh, figures.

[Sorta rubs his head.]

Nothing's going on, huh? It's nice.

[fierybluebird]

[HAPPY CHIRPS AND ROLLS OVER ON HIS BACK!!!]

[And nods.]

[He's glad Espio's less depressed now too.]

[So he gestures a foot at the notebook and chirps again.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Oh hell yes docks! Namur hit those things at full tilt as soon as he possibly could. He'd been sailing once- ONCE!- since coming to this weirdass world and couldn't hop in the water because the ship was too damn fast for him to catch up after. But now? Oh yes, saltwater in his gills is the greatest feeling in any world. And FISH! Fresh, schooling fish, scales flashing in the diffused underwater light. He swims in circles around them, snapping them up until he's full, then finds a swift current and lays on the bottom with the water flowing around him while he digests. Eventually the light begins to dim, so Namur ventures out to find another school- one that wasn't already being targeted by lines or nets- and eats his fill again, then makes his way back to shore.

He is probably the happiest person in the entire world by the time his head pops up above the waves a little ways out from the docks. People tended to freak out when he just showed up out of the deep, so he's learned to give them some warning that he's coming in. It's also a good opportunity to see if there's anyone he knows hanging around, or anyone at all. There's someone with their feet in the water over there. Namur turns and slips under, leaving his dorsal poking just above the surface for a few minutes. Then it, too, slips under as he folds himself down then arches up to break the surface head-first, hair wet and slicked back over his neck.]

Nice day fer fishin', ain't it?

[espio]

[Oh, hey, it's that guy.]

I suppose it is.

[Half heartedly kicks at the water, splashing it over in his direction.]

Not that fishing's ever something I've gotten into, really.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur closes one eye against the splash and reaches an arm up onto the dock. This one smells familiar, and acts unsurprised to be suddenly talking to a sentient shark, but he's pretty sure he hasn't met this human before. It's puzzling.]

Not a local, huh? Think I smelled y' before. What's yer name?

[espio]

Espio.

So by scent, yeah, guess you would have!

[om_nom_namur]

[Blink. Blink blink.]

Weren't y' a... uh... [Shit, land animal thing. Think Namur! Scaly but not a snake is called a...] lizard? Can y' still go invisible when yer a human? That is a thing y' can do, right? I wasn't jus' havin' a weirdass dream 'r somethin'?

[espio]

Chameleon, to be specific! But... no, no invisibility when I'm human, unless you count blending in with the population instead of the background.

You haven't been told about the Polymorphus Potion yet, have you?

[tempesting]

[ How close to the docks? Because if it is very close, then when Dolphin does a running jump and dives into the water, he might feel some water splashing onto him. If not, then the sides of the dock will be wet, but no harm done.

She swims up to the surface and breaks through the water, enjoying the feel of water in her gills. ]

Ha! It's been so long since I've been in real water!

[espio]

You don't visit Balamb Town very often?

[tempesting]

[ Dolphin nods. ]

I've always been working on paperwork, so I haven't really had the time.

[espio]

If you like the sea, maybe you should start making time on the weekends or something! Your paperwork shouldn't take over your life.

[tempesting]

I know. I know. [ She swims over, long, perfect strokes. ] But I really want to do a good job and not fall behind. Ms. Smith is counting on me.