( we're heroes and we're pioneers )

[countersparking]

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[breathesdust]

[ Sitting on a rock and sunning herself, face angled towards the sun and eyes closed. She hasn't been exposed to fresh air in quite a while, even if it's rather thick and heavy with heat. ]

[plznocameras]

It's nice.

[breathesdust]

[ Mmm not opening her eyes just yet, but she smiles broadly. ]

It is quite.

[plznocameras]

[The smile helps, she's not really very brave...]

Maybe not everyone appreciates the heat.

[whatsingingwhat]

[ THE MAGICAL RETURN OF THE EXCESSIVELY RICKETY BIKE.

is riding it along this narrow pathway a good idea? nope. doesn't mean he's not going to do it. you could probably hear it creaking and groaning along a mile away. ]

[ohbloodyay]

[so then there was totally this dude just standing in the middle of the pathway with his back turned to Aleksander, no biggie]

[whatsingingwhat]

[ And Aleks isn't paying even the slightest bit of attention to what's in front, he's just keeping his eyes on the pedals until-- ]

Hooooooly shit- mate you might- shit- SHIT!

[ See that bush right there? Aleks is in it. ]

[ohbloodyay]

[OMAGAD David was totally zoned out until he heard the hOOOooOLY shit and boy-crashing-into-bush. He turns his head quickly with an alarmed look, frowning his eyebrows momentarily before realizing what he just caused.

He approaches to pull out the bike and help Aleks get back up uwa.]

Are you okay, man?

[you might notice that his face IS FULL OF BLOOD just a minor detail]

[orb_weaving]

[Wandering by herself? Why yes she is... Small child, coming through up in here.]

[burntoobright]

You sure you should be out here on your own?

[orb_weaving]

[She stares at him impatiently before she replies,]

Hush. No one asks it to speak.

[burntoobright]

[He just grins a bit, should maybe be insulted by the use of 'it', but she's only a kid.]

Story of my life, cher.

[princeduality]

[TOO WARMMMMmmghjfsd. chemin's squirming and wrestling against the thick cloth wound around his shoulders and over the armor, standing on one of those hopalong stream stones.]

[melanistic]

Oi, svogūnas. What are you doing?

[princeduality]

[eep.

twist, grunt, twistturn...peeking out from under the cape and seeing...water and rocks and all the things appropriate for a stream. moving right along...

successfully de-caping, now with a pair of eyes totally able and willing to dart around and look for the voice, gaping at the source without blinking.]

[melanistic]

[She's dressed for this weather, and by dressed I mean scantly. She raises a bemused eyebrow at him, hip canting.]

You look ridiculous.

[motherof_bone]

[Winding paths and dense forest... Sounds like a place for her to sit and wait. She's got a voice like an angel, that Mary does, and it echoes out through the boles.]

Clay and dirt, grass and field, along the devil's endless weald, children play and birds do sing, the foxes yip the tune of kings...

[foco_oscuro]

[He knows that sort of siren's song, is a curious little monster, always looking for new scars. Half a smile as he come across her, dark eyes glimmering, but he stays silent as she continues to sing.]

[motherof_bone]

[She does not notice him, at first. If she is to play the bait (pale skin, golden hair, blue eyes, lovely mouth forming such beautiful words) she cannot grow too vicious too quickly, can she. But he is waiting, not speaking not touching, not falling under her spell either.

She surfaces, lucidity glinting in her eyes.]

And what could this little witch want from me?

[foco_oscuro]

Whatever you're calling for.

[Not the prey she wanted, obviously, but he doesn't care.]