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[bravelad]

[ There comes a point in every young man's life where he must venture into a panfandom scientific enclosure to retrieve his Navy uniform, in spite of his misgivings in regard to giant robots. Much like a new Pokemon trainer must set out on his own, but with marginally fewer chances of being struck by lightning.

Really, this is your run of the mill exploration of Luceti's village proper, complete with walking into buildings while staring at the ceiling, obtaining +1 midshipman's uniform and unintentional (somewhat intentional) people watching.

Barring whenever it is that Mister Wellard walks into somebody for being preoccupied, that is. And the point in the day where he somehow accumulates a small following of ducks.

He's... he's not really sure what that's about. They're just sort of there when he's walking, hanging out when he sits down, occasionally demanding bread, which he obviously can't not get for them. They're talking ducks. He can only hold out hope that ducks don't have the ability to group into attack formations. ]

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[markofthebrave]

[So... on her way out of the Seventh Heaven Katara sees this spectacle.]

[markofthebrave]

...I'm not sure feeding them is the best way to get them to go away.

[bravelad]

[ Turning from where he was kind of sort of possibly smiling at a duck, because they're annoying and a little unnerving when they're following someone around, but they're not all that bad. Alas, he's been caught.... bread-handed, as it were. B]

And he looks suitably sheepish for it. ]

Ah- I suppose not, miss.

[markofthebrave]

...but if you don't mind, it's certainly a nice thing to do. They're not going to get much food in the winter.

[bravelad]

I don't mind lending them the assistance, in any case. [ Cautiously... shooing one out of what he'd consider a danger zone in the event of having to walk. Dealing with ducks is so much simpler than people, if lacking in proper conversation. Wellard no you're like an old cat lady in your soul stop it. ]

[temzan]

[The quaking, amongst other noises, caused her to turn her head and approach the unfortunate sailor from behind.]

You're quite the popular one.

[bravelad]

[ He startles a bit and turns around- people do have this habit of coming up from behind him. There's a moment of general surprised blinking before his expression falls into something more politely friendly. ]

For the moment, I'm afraid.

[temzan]

[Moving calmly and gracefully beside him, curiously looking down at the ducks.]

There could be worse things to be popular amongst. These little creatures aren't violent.

[bravelad]

[ Definitely worth a smile. ] That much has been a relief. I think I can hardly expect to outrun anything that flies.

[temzan]

[A look to the wings on his back.]

A shame. It would have been nice to fly on your own...

[redheaded_rock]

[She sees this and really does try not to laugh. What comes out is a muted chuckle and she covers her mouth with her hand while she composes herself.]

You're running out of bread.

[bravelad]

[ And just a bit of a smile in return. ]

I've been hoping they're equally aware.

[redheaded_rock]

They probably are, but that won't keep them from just following you around.

[bravelad]

Do you think so, miss? I'm afraid I haven't had very many dealings with them. [ Which is kind of too bad, they're... nice enough. ]

[redheaded_rock]

They're fun little guys. [She smiles and offers her hand.] Alexis, by the way.

[rashness]

[Rin's actually watching him get the uniform before the ducks, so take that. ...That is a very cool uniform, actually. He'll stare a bit]

[bravelad]

[ Rin, the rebel!! Wellard.

Glances at him awkwardly. Did he do something... :|a ]

May I help you?

[rashness]

-That's a cool outfit!

[No really]

[bravelad]

[ Ffffrown but not as much anything but confused; that's an odd thing to say. Do people. Just comment on outfit temperature sometimes here. ]

I suppose so. Cool enough. [ It's winter, he doesn't... really... ]

[rashness]

Totally! So is that like a uniform or...?

[relictusdeus]

[Isaac is also watching the procession of ducks – and young man too, of course - from the roof of a one-story home very much nearby, sitting at ease with one leg drawn to his chest and the other dangling over the edge, swaying gently. He bites into an apple, paying no mind to the dragon that has perched over his shoulder and is now poking its head out from beneath his cloak. Its eyes flash with interest, a thin wisp of smoke coiling from its nostrils.]

[bravelad]

[ Wellard, walking past with his new groupies, is luckily the sort to notice somebody casually sitting on a roof.

Never been the sort of place he's been fond of getting too near, really. A lot of near-misses with edges. Which is saying nothing for his appearance. He can't entirely help pausing to regard him, head tilted a bit. ]

[relictusdeus]

[The fact that he has caught someone's attention is not unexpected; he practically baits people into looking, after all.] Well...?! [He demands harshly despite his amusement, sounding not unlike a strict, exacting master addressing his stalling servant.] Have you any tongue, or have you stopped but to stare with your cowish eyes? [Spreading his arms out, he offers the young man a better glimpse of his coiling, painstakingly intricate tattoos.] ...Does it satisfy you?

[bravelad]

[ And right back to the ground goes his gaze, frown sharp. ]

I apologize.

[relictusdeus]

[His eyes glow menacingly, but he doesn't shift his position.]

Apologies... are but worthless, empty words.

[When he finishes, the dragon brings its muzzle close to Isaac's ear - and after a moment, the devil forgemaster nods imperceptibly in response to some unspoken or perhaps unheard question. At the signal, the creature swoops down and ruthlessly slashes at one of the ducks with its talons - wings flapping frantically - before clamping its jaws down on its neck and promptly killing it. It tears into it ravenously, the feathers hardly a problem.]