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[mynameisinigo]

Inigo did not think he liked the dinosaurs any longer, though it had to be said that Inigo did not think he liked the dinosaurs in the first place, not even the little ones. Particularly not when the little ones swarmed the edges of the compound and Inigo was forced to stab them with his sword to keep them from getting inside. Inigo had not minded

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[machinegeek]

Winry was on her way from the compound to her treehouse when she saw the guy standing by himself with his sword in the air. "Hi there," she said with a little wave. "What'cha doin' waving your sword around like that?"

[mynameisinigo]

"Me?" said Inigo, waving his arms to and fro, waiting to feel that pull in a particular direction. "I am looking for inspiration, but I do not think there is any inspiration to be had today."

[machinegeek]

"Yes, you," said Winry, trying not to giggle. Who else would she be talking to? He was the only one there, and he looked very funny waving his sword around like that. "What sort of inspiration are you looking for? Maybe I can help."

[mynameisinigo]

"My house, it was crushed by a dinosaur," Inigo explained, though 'house' might have been a gross exaggeration, "and now I have to build a new one, and I do not know where I want to build this new house."

[gonewiththereap]

Daisy has been unsure of whether she wants to go outside or not. As a reaper, she's used to death and she's more than smart enough to avoid the situation. Reapers aren't stupid. Reapers know how to keep themselves from being in the mess. She's not a damsel, though, and when the danger clears, she's outside, wishing she had a cigarette to smoke away.

Instead, she just sits there on the Compound steps and watches Inigo and his strange little routine, eyeing the sword and wondering if it had been stained with blood over the past few weeks.

[mynameisinigo]

Inigo at first thinks that he should be going to the left, then he thinks that he should be going to the right, then he finally lets the point of his sword dip into the dirt at his feet as he realises that he is not being drawn in any direction at all.

"I think perhaps I am looking in the wrong place for inspiration," he says, and turns to look at the steps where the lady Daisy has been sitting. "Where do you think that I should live?"

[gonewiththereap]

Daisy folds her hands in her lap and toys with her fingers (which are very much moisturized, of course, of course) and she smiles warmly. "Somewhere with a view," she opines, shoulders lifting as she imagines where he would live. "And that has beautiful light at sunset."

[mynameisinigo]

"I have a boat," Inigo tells her. A boat which survived the wave and the dinosaurs and was still bobbing in the waves the last time he went to look. "I think I should put my house near my boat, though my boat, it is not big enough to put my house in my boat."

[great_talent]

Hiro had been on the path when he noticed a man standing outside the compound. He did stop to watch him when he realized he wasn't moving and just holding his sword out in front of him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking around warily as if he was worried something was out there.

[mynameisinigo]

"Oh yes, I am okay," said Inigo, though his sword did not so much as wobble. "I am calling upon the forces of the island to tell me where I should make my new home, but I do not think the forces of the island are answering back."

[great_talent]

"You can talk to island with sword?" he asked, immediately interested, eying his sword up and down.

[mynameisinigo]

"This island, it does many things that make it seem as though it thinks, and if a thing thinks then a thing can speak in some way I think," said Inigo. The sword still did not wobble one way or the other. "This sword, it had served me in the past, though I do not know if I should trust any thing this island tells me."

[g_casanova]

"That's very shiny," Jack observed. He had finished visiting Gwen and was trying to find some good books to read. He had finally settled on a copy of Don Quixote in Spanish and Phantom of the Opera in Italian. The trouble with knowing multiple languages on the island was he rarely had anyone to talk to them in.

[mynameisinigo]

"Yes, it is," agreed Inigo with some pride, forgetting his mission for just a moment. "I worked very hard to get all of the dinosaur blood off of my blade."

[g_casanova]

Casanova smiled in admiration. "I see. How many dinosaurs did you kill? Are you a knight?"

[mynameisinigo]

"No, my friend, I am no knight, I am a master swordsman," said Inigo, doing a momentary bit of fancy footwork, simply because he could. "I killed many dinosaurs, but they were very small."

[pambeesley]

Pam had spent well over a week mostly cooped up in the compound and she'd finally been reassured enough to go back outside. Jim (and John) had promised her the fence was back in working order and that there were no more dinosaurs around to be afraid of, so she decided to spend a little time outside.

She walked down the steps, searching the trees for Fiona. Since she didn't like staying with them in the compound, she hadn't seen her in a few weeks. It didn't sit well with her.

She was so busy calling for the monkey and looking up into the trees, that she didn't immediately notice the man standing near by with a sword up in the air.

[mynameisinigo]

Inigo tried standing still, and he tried turning around in circles, and he even tried kneeling, but it was no use. There was no one here to help him, not God, nor the spirit of his father, nor the island itself. He was on his own.

"I am no good at making decisions!" he said at the sky, but still no revelation came.

[pambeesley]

Pam jumped at the sound of a sudden voice, eyes wide as she whirled around. She blinked owlishly at the man kneeling on the ground.

"Are you-"

Fiona chose that moment to swing down from a tree a few feet away and stopped near him, head tilted curiously. It seemed like she was wondering why he was yelling too.

[mynameisinigo]

Inigo, too, had been unaware of the presence of anyone else, though he did not jump to his feet at the sound of her voice as he once might have. "It is okay, my little friend," he said to the monkey. "You are not a dinosaur, and so I will not stab you with my sword."