On patrol (The park, Thursday afternoon)

[sensitivejim]

Jim was out looking for trouble.

Otherwise known as patrol.

Otherwise known as damn, this was good coffee as he ambled through the park. He wasn't exactly at ease, considering how things had a way of happening around here, but he had a little bit more warning about things happening than most people would. So the relaxed pose was less of a

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[talk2dafireball]

Lina was floating above the park.

Yes. Floating. As if she was standing on nothing in the sky, her hands on her hips. She was trying to make sure she had a good read on the layout of the town, a light breeze blowing through her hair and cape. She put a hand over her eyes to block the sun, slowly peering around.

She didn't notice Jim. Not that she would have cared, anyway.

[sensitivejim]

Jim caught the fluttering out of the corner of his eye, slowly turning his head and looking up.

". . . huh."

[talk2dafireball]

Lina blinked, looking down at the sound. "Good afternoon!" she greeted with a smile and a wave, "Lovely day, isn't it?" The stunned, deer-in-the-headlights look always amused her, save for when Gourry had it, which was all the time.

[sensitivejim]

If his look was stunned, it didn't last very long. His weird shit tolerance was pretty high. He lifted his coffee in a bemused answering wave. "Nice enough. You probably have a better view from up there."

[talk2dafireball]

Lina floated back down to the ground with ease, giving a shrug. "Either way," she said with a grin, "It's a nice place. Seems I'm meeting a new person every day." She held out a gloved hand. "Lina Inverse."

[sensitivejim]

"Jim Ellison." He took her hand politely. "Pleasure."

[[Aaaand I'm gone for the weekend. Sorry!]]