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[cardio_swindle]

Quackquackquack

[The body is slumped against a tree by a pond. It's a secluded, out of the way little corner of one of the courtyards, and seems to house a family of ducks. Who are currently pecking hopefully at the body in search of crumbs.]

Quack

[The eyes of the man snap open, and Tyki sits upright with a gasp, like a drowning man breaking

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[unstableflame]

[They're pecking at another body though less so do to the smoke rising up and the residual heat steadily climbing. The one stupid enough to get too close is smacked aside as the person groans. Charred feathers is not a good smell and he coughs slumping back over with a few swear words.]

[cardio_swindle]

[Why is it always fire? Tyki watches the other, smoking body, and decides he's just going to stay over here for the moment. Though the cough makes him raise an eyebrow.]

Oi, lad.

[unstableflame]

[Because fire likes you Tyki and not in the good way. The smoking body ie Allen looks at him with one eye and frowns heavily.] ...what?

[Or is he. He doesn't know and he fumbles for something in his pocket, his touch makes it (a cellphone) melt and go up in flame. Well shit. Luckily just as the faint wisps of flame rise up it suddenly pours rain, stopping the process all together.]

[cardio_swindle]

[No, correction. Fire only likes me when there's an Allen around. So far.]

[He watches this whole thing, a little puzzled at how calm Allen is with BEING ON FIRE and then... They get rained on., smell of charred feathers, metal plastic and smoke. And wet. Lovely.]

...Catch on fire often, do you?

/PMs, too

[nightshined]

[ guess who's looming. ]

I can't say I blame them.

<3

[cardio_swindle]

[He looks up at her and endeavors to look completely guileless.]

And here I was thinking you're a sight for sore eyes.

[nightshined]

[ shoos some ducks away so she can some kneel down next to him. ]

Give one Bird a headache, and now the birds are giving you the headache. It's karma.

[cardio_swindle]

[He's in too much of a good mood to be repentant. As soon as she's close he'll reach out to pull her into his lap.]

My my, I've made you mad. How shall I make it up to you?

[forwhomittolls]

Stop yelling at them.

[cardio_swindle]

They're the ones who started it.

[Mature, so mature.]

[forwhomittolls]

What did you expect, lying next to a duck pond?

*Amused by your misfortune*

[cardio_swindle]

I didn't expect to end up next to a duck pond, actually.

[Ignoring it for the moment.]

[failingfelicity]

[Taking off her sweatshirt and waving it to chase the ducks away.] Shoo!

[cardio_swindle]

Ah Miranda, my maiden in shining armor. Come to rescue me?

[failingfelicity]

Y-you didn't seem up to it. [She sounds mirthful enough, but there's just a bit of worry there too.]

[cardio_swindle]

Well now, I'll never argue to being rescued by a fair lady. [He stands, not too unsteadily, and he looks... Good. Happy, content, in a good mood despite the ducks. Pleased.]

[latenightmoon]

[Shoes the ducks away with a sweep of his hand and crouches down to look at him. Before any words can be said, he speaks up.] Before you ask who I am, let me tell you that the tea is no longer safe. It turned me into a man, but the coffee might still be safe. Welcome back Tyki.

[Shirtless but doesn't seem to care the X of scars from collar bones to bottom of the ribs are exposed, as he pushes another duck away.] I need a drink, I figure you need one too.

[cardio_swindle]

[He just blinks in surprise--tall muscular Allen being very familiar what is this. The scars get a raised eyebrow, and the warning about the tea makes him pause.]

[It's the suggestion of needing a drink that clues him in.]

...Violent girl?

[latenightmoon]

[He snorts and stands up nudging another duck aside.] Yes. Though the title doesn't fit my current form.

[He notices the raised eyebrow and glances down at the vicious looking scars.] ...Long story, I'll tell you later.

[Then pauses to peer at him carefully.] ...but, did it come back?

[cardio_swindle]

I noticed. [He reaches a hand up, wordlessly demanding to be helped up. By the way he's grinning, triumphant and smug despite his physical condition, the answer is probably yes.]

Aye. You said something about a drink?