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[morethanmyria]

Who: Garr and OPEN
When: A general weekend entry and one for a Friday afternoon (the latter at least within the last week or two, as Garr hasn't been employed that long)
Where: Winthers Lake, Name Of Generic Cheap Bar Here
Summary: A great big Buddhist space chicken gargoyle going about his days. Are you a bad enough dude to bother him?
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[fantasycliche]

[ Alcohol helps. She'd found that out the last time she was stuck in a city-- specifically in the City-- where at least she could leave the City limits and enjoy a little time in an isolated and peaceful forest in her proper form. Now that all she has is a nearby and barely sequestered patch of trees, and now that her dragon form has been noticed by entirely all the wrong people, well, alcohol is more useful than ever.

She's already downed a good amount when she makes it to the bar Garr's taken up residence in. The world is a pleasant blur and her stomach is nicely warmed. Now is about the time she finds some man to donate his house and food for a night or so, and she's about to start looking for a suitably attractive one-- when her eyes find Garr instead.

He looks even more like a draconian in person.

The initial reaction is distaste, with that comparison in mind, but she swallows it in favor of a pleased little smirk as she heads over to invite herself to a seat at his table.You know, bars were the best place to find draconians

[morethanmyria]

[Most people steer clear of him when he's drinking, sometimes even more so than when he isn't. It's not unreasonable; no one wants to be the one to suddenly discover that a living mountain with a long reach is a mean drunk, and even if Garr isn't he sees no reason he should reassure them of that. If he couldn't face being alone with his thoughts he'd...well, drink harder, or else stop drinking entirely and go find something more productive to do with his time.

So the sound of approaching footsteps is mildly novel. Rather than look up he listens, and it would have taken a few seconds longer to place where he'd heard the voice before except for draconian. It's no less troubling now.

I am an Urkan.

And I take it, then, that's not a species of draconian.

It isn't. I am not a "draco" anything.

Except, perhaps, the kind with a -cide at the end. It always comes back to that. Maybe he should drink harder after all.]

If drinking is enough to make me a draconian, we're all in trouble. [She's had a few herself, he can tell that much.]

[fantasycliche]

[ Onyx laughs, low and quiet, as she slides into her seat. She doesn't laugh often. Not as a human, and not as a dragon. Something to do with dignity, with there being more pride in watching and silently judging than in reacting so outright -- she can't remember exactly why now. It probably doesn't matter.

Both elbows land on the table, fingers thread together, and she rests her chin on the stage provided with lazy smile. ]

You look just as strange and out of place as I'd imagined you would. [ She says it almost like a compliment. ] Doesn't anyone give you trouble for that- Garr, wasn't it?

[morethanmyria]

It was, and anyone who wants to give me trouble is welcome to try. [There's no aggression in the set of his shoulders or the rumble of his voice. He has nothing to prove, nor any would-be attackers to fill with the fear of God so he won't have to break their legs instead.

The mug is a respectable size, just large enough that he can get his hand around it without worrying about breaking the thing, though he ignores the fragile-looking handle entirely when he lifts it. Nearly a full third of the contents vanishes down his throat in one go. It's not good, but it's good enough.]

I'm so sorry it took me so long

[acemedium]

[Maya enjoys going into the non-city parts of the city at times; especially when it's to meditate. There aren't any waterfalls in Siren's Port - but grass and leaves and quiet is good enough.]

[She's there, sitting, with her eyes closed, chanting under her breath, oblivious to the world around her, for the moment]

No problem! :3

[morethanmyria]

[The wilderness is definitely not vast enough to suit him, here, but there are enough quiet places left that on any given day at least one of them is bound to be empty. Today Garr goes looking, feet heavy in the brush, though for all his bulk he moves through the park lands without doing much damage.

A faint whump, two, and he lifts a tree branch out of his way to find that this particular quiet place is already taken. Well, that's fine. One person's meditation is as valuable as another's. There's another decent spot past this one; he'll keep going, and go there.

He makes a respectful effort to not make too much noise as he crosses the clearing, but odds are good she'll still hear him, or already has. Too much stealth can be as unnerving, once noticed, as all the crashing about in the world, and Garr has no need for that now.]

thank youuu ;;

[acemedium]

[She definitely heard him. She's managed to train under various circumstances, but the noises start before she can really get into it, causing her to open her eyes. At the very least, if it's someone familiar, she can--]

[... Wait a second]

W-Woah...!

[morethanmyria]

[whump

Garr stops, and turns back slowly to face her. He has the voice of a mountain.]

It was not my intent to interrupt you. I will find another place for myself.

I'm here, finally! :x Also, weekend @ park for whenever suits you!

[tinderfoot]

Tyrell likes to go exploring when he doesn't have much else to do. He'd never been much of a city kid, having grown up in the countryside his whole life, and while he'd gotten used to cities even from the first time he'd visited one, that still didn't mean he liked them.

It was even stranger in a place like Siren's Port where no-one could leave. He couldn't just go if he wanted to, and for once it wasn't obligations or lack of a boat tying him down. In this instance, there was literally nothing he could do.

One nice weekend day, he's taking a walk through this park he's found. It's nice, it's green and alive, but it's still not the same

Greetings! (._.)/

[morethanmyria]

He isn't meditating today - though it might as well be that, sitting here with a tree at his back and watching fish and turtles break the water's surface. The place could almost pass for any lake west of the Checkpoint, slow change of seasons and all. How many times did he make that journey? Day after day down the long dirt road to Wyndia and all the lands beyond. Decade after decade, though the houses and the villages along the way never quite stayed the same.

It's still strange to think that he'll never walk that road again.

Someone calls out, and Garr turns his head without startling. The red hair he remembers, though more than that he remembers their mutual misunderstanding.

He half-raises one massive hand in acknowledgement. "It's a large city. I guess even someone my size can vanish into it."

\o

[tinderfoot]

Tyrell waves back as he comes closer, his footsteps heavy but steady, leaving imprints of the soles of his boots in the grass. "Yeah, it sure is. At least ten times bigger than any city I'd ever visited back home, guaranteed."

He comes to a standstill when he's standing beside the tree wear Garr is sitting, and without asking for permission or anything else of the sort, he plops himself down as well, back against the bark, facing away. Maybe some people would consider it rude, but for Tyrell, the other's presence is enough to hold a conversation. "Do you often come out here?"

( ._.)/\o

[morethanmyria]

"Often enough. Steel and glass have little to offer me." Memories. The ruins, the desert. The two-headed beast in the house of God waking, uncoiling, spreading its wings, and then its twinned voice blowing out pane after pane of glass that no gun or spear could hope to shatter.

Tyrell might be rude by someone else's standards, but Garr personally prefers it that way. Wasting time on a lot of manners and permission and social niceties never was his style. "The city is so large it dwarfs the wilderness. I have no words for how backwards that is."