WHO: Sindre and Tony WHEN: Evening, July 4th (backdated just a tad) WHERE: A bar. WHAT: Sindre has a close encounter of the bar crashing type. RATING: Tony's mouth.
Sindre hadn't intended to walk into the other man. It was just so odd to see anything walking around, passing for human. Too many creatures these days had difficulty simply existing around modern material, and add that to the lack of humans who could interact with them, they normally kept to themselves. As one kelpie had explained to him, it wasn't much fun taking one for a ride underwater if the hapless victim merely thought he or she was drowning.
But yet he had seen this man repeatedly. He did a decent enough job passing as human, and limited his interaction with others, which would have helped. He had been staring only to try and gain a better understanding of what walked among them; a surprising variety of entities were drawn to the city, something Sindre had always attributed to Liberty's diversity.
The man's statement, however, both brought Sindre to the present and gave him a clue as to why he had almost run into Sindre. Sindre supposed anything new to the area and had never experienced fireworks would find them upsetting.
"I've never bought into the American tradition of lighting off fireworks," Sindre replied cautiously, simultaneously wanting to set the man at ease and not wanting to draw attention to his ignorance. "Sure, they're loud and pretty, but celebrating the birth of a nation with fake explosions to represent a war isn't how I'd celebrate."
So, it wasn't his doing. At least there was that. Even if he didn't understand half of anything else the other had tried to explain to him, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. Tony's first reaction was to just walk away from the situation, very quickly, but the person was doubtful of him... He needed to prove himself more before he could do that. How annoying.
"Right, fireworks." Tony responded off to the side trying to sound like he knew what he was talking about, "Celebrating, birth, and war, right." Wait. He'd understood one thing out of the person's talking and that fact made him perk up, he smirked, "American is silly."
In truth he found it a little bit more than silly, but figured he should keep that to himself in case the person was one. He already wasn't sure of him. Tony didn't need to make them any more suspicious. But, in his delusioned mind he thought he had done a perfect job of that already, "Okay, will go find safety now, away from you."
He turned on his heel just as another firework went off in that direction.
He turned back around, "This way. Will be going this way, yeah."
A human this confused, Sindre would have ignored. But he actually got on well with most creatures, and he'd still been fascinated by the few that had tried to eat him.
So when the creature turned around, Sindre clapped a hand on his shoulder as he scanned the buildings around. Mostly shops, and yet...there. A bar. Minimal iron to come in contact with, and so long as it didn't order any margaritas it should be fine when it came to salt.
"You can wait it out in here," Sindre said, guiding it toward the building. "The fireworks can't get inside." A thought struck him.
But yet he had seen this man repeatedly. He did a decent enough job passing as human, and limited his interaction with others, which would have helped. He had been staring only to try and gain a better understanding of what walked among them; a surprising variety of entities were drawn to the city, something Sindre had always attributed to Liberty's diversity.
The man's statement, however, both brought Sindre to the present and gave him a clue as to why he had almost run into Sindre. Sindre supposed anything new to the area and had never experienced fireworks would find them upsetting.
"I've never bought into the American tradition of lighting off fireworks," Sindre replied cautiously, simultaneously wanting to set the man at ease and not wanting to draw attention to his ignorance. "Sure, they're loud and pretty, but celebrating the birth of a nation with fake explosions to represent a war isn't how I'd celebrate."
Reply
"Right, fireworks." Tony responded off to the side trying to sound like he knew what he was talking about, "Celebrating, birth, and war, right." Wait. He'd understood one thing out of the person's talking and that fact made him perk up, he smirked, "American is silly."
In truth he found it a little bit more than silly, but figured he should keep that to himself in case the person was one. He already wasn't sure of him. Tony didn't need to make them any more suspicious. But, in his delusioned mind he thought he had done a perfect job of that already, "Okay, will go find safety now, away from you."
He turned on his heel just as another firework went off in that direction.
He turned back around, "This way. Will be going this way, yeah."
Reply
So when the creature turned around, Sindre clapped a hand on his shoulder as he scanned the buildings around. Mostly shops, and yet...there. A bar. Minimal iron to come in contact with, and so long as it didn't order any margaritas it should be fine when it came to salt.
"You can wait it out in here," Sindre said, guiding it toward the building. "The fireworks can't get inside." A thought struck him.
"What should I call you?"
Reply
Leave a comment