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[notamare]

Who: Amalthea notamare, Lord Jormungandr ysobritish and France~! paysdelamour
When: 4/7/11
Where: The Forest!
Summary: Liquid and Amalthea had agreed to have a picnic. France is tagging along. TO FIGHT CRIME (or maybe not).
Warnings: None? It's a picnic.

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[ysobritish]

The sound of the birds in the trees was a pleasant one. Liquid felt quite at ease under the pleasant feel of the wind and the sun against his skin. For once he wore his coat, open at the front to hang loosely from his body. The wind tugged lightly at the edges but otherwise it was mostly still. It felt calming. It was not enough to erase his sorrows over Yaha's imprisonment; far from it. It felt almost like a betrayal to be relaxing while Yaha was in such a situation. It felt like a betrayal of his own morals to be halting in his training at all.

He led the way to the meeting ground almost in silence, somehow both relaxed and on edge at the same time. A bag was slung idly over one shoulder and he paused at the sight of the spiderdog. Typical. A slight smile drew up the corner of his lips for a moment and he stilled to watch the squirrel's antics.

[paysdelamour]

Francis had been alerted to the picnic and had been excited ever since he started making the preparations. He'd been less excited when Liquid had mentioned another person coming along, but-- well. That was all in the past. At least he got to spend time with Liquid regardless. Thankfully he had grabbed all the ingredients that needed to be fresh early in the morning, to have time to work on the picnic basket. And yes, Francis had brought an entire basket full of goods for them to eat for the whole picnic, as well as a blanket for them all to sit on.

As they came towards the clearing, Francis tried to start up a conversation. "So who is this friend of yours? What is she like?" Suddenly, Liquid stopped moving, and Francis naturally halted too, turning his head to see what Liquid was looking at. In front of them was a beautiful woman and- oh god, what was that thing in her lap?! Francis immediately reached out for Liquid's arm and clung to it tightly, his expression turning to one of pure horror.

(( ooc: Just assume any picnic dishes

[notamare]

Amalthea appeared to be giving the squirrel her full attention, with the squirrel gabbing away. It stopped short when she lifted her head to look towards the approaching pair, but Amalthea made no move to rise until the squirrel bounded off of her knee and scampered up the tree.

The spiderdog's eyes opened - yes, all of them - and peered at the newcomers. It recognized Liquid of course, but not the other. Reluctantly, however, he lifted his head so that Amalthea could get to her feet.

"Lord Jormungandr. I welcome you, and your companion." Her gaze alighted briefly on France. She knew the look of fear, and there was only one logical reason for it. "Do not be afraid. You will come to no harm in this place, while I am here."

[ysobritish]

"Amalthea. How is your friend? Recovering?" Liquid asked casually, setting the bag down on a rock. He was careful not to trample any flowers or anything similar as he approached to stop less than a foot away. "This is Francis," he remarked, gesturing to the man standing nearby. "Francis, this is Amalthea. And I don't think her friend has a name... does he?"