Dec 27 07:37:38 105 PA
From Chronicles
he current game time is: Sun Dec 27 07:37:38 105 PA.
"Hi, great big bear, how are you doing this fine, chilly evening?" The camouflaged man asks politely in a high baritone. "Did your companion get stuck down there, or is she just really good at holding her breath?" He adds with a quirk of an eyebrow. He takes note of the insectoid-ish man, but once again shrugs - he's seen stranger. After a moment's more leaning against the tree, he takes a few bold steps toward the bear. Gentle, but bold. "Anything like this smell so of magic, mister bear. I'm Ronan. Pleased to make your acquaintance," is said with a gentle incline of his head. He loosens his coat back to where it was, maybe for better access to his pistol, maybe just because he's getting used to the cold air. "Your little mage enjoying her dip?"
A faint whine on the air can be heard, getting closer and closer. Then a be-chitined figure drops on a small column of flame in the corner of the park, near to the graveyard. Vargus touches down and fixes the cloak over the jetpack strapped to his back, keeping the material clear of the hot jets. After a cursory look around the 'yard, he turns and looks around the park. Seeing the giant bear near the shoreline, he smirks under the helmet-mask of the armor and walks over toward the shoreline. He looks over at Ronan, nearby, and inclines his head to the other. "The little shaman under the water again?" He asks by way of greeting.
The great white bear steps into shallower water, then shakes himself off, sending splatters of water flying through the air. Tornaq whuffs softly, then glances back towards the lake before bringing his attention back to the stranger. Having no way to answer the questions posed of him, he doesn't, an instead lowers one of his front paws to paw at the ice a little, crunching it up into ice cube bits. Yet to the whining sound which comes from the air, the bear lifts his head to look to the be-chitined figure which is apparently flaming. The small shaman does surface, after long minutes passed, and she lifts a hand to brush her fingers over her face before taking a look around. Things change when you're underwater for that long, Monique discovers, and she raises an eyebrow slightly as she looks around.
Vargus turns and watches the guy just abrubptly turn and walk away and he shrugs. Movement catches his eye and he looks over at the surface of the water and Monique returns to the land of surface-dwellers. He gives a wave with the roll of his fingers of his right hand. "Hello again. I can understand the cold-thing, you come from up north and you've got a little bit of odd about you. But... do you have gills too?" He chuckels a little. "Because that's just unnatural."
Monique tilts her head slightly to one side as she looks out over the lake's surface, spying the man there, and she lifts a hand to offer a bit of a wave in return. A moment later, and she starts to swim towards the shore as well. Once she reaches the shallower water, she gets to her feet and then wades through and back to the shore. Tornaq turns and noses softly at her shoulder. Now that she's out of the water, it can be seen that she's not as naked as could be presumed by the pile of clothes -- she wears a t-shirt which hangs nearly to mid-thigh. Lifting a hand, she brushes her fingers over one of her cheeks, and then she lifts one of her shoulders in a slight shrug. "Odd, yes," she agrees, apparently having nothing to argue about in that statement. She'd be the first to admit she's odd, what with her furry companion. "Not fish. Just... woman," she says softly, a smile curling at the corners of her lips as she watches him. Stepping towards Tornaq, she lifts a hand to ruffle the fur of one of his legs, and then she steps over to her neatly folded pile of clothes. The t-shirt is carefully shed, drawn up and over her head, then let to fall to the snow. Even then, though, she's still not naked. She doesn't seem to have any kind of issue in being nearly undressed in front of anyone, and as she starts to pick up her clothes, she starts to redress. On a leather thong around her neck, there hangs a small vertebrae from some sort of animal, the bone bleached white -- small in diameter, it's perhaps the size of a quarter or a little more.
Vargus is about to turn his away, then sees that Monique has no issue with what she's doing, she he has no issue with what she's doing either. He takes note of the bleached animal bone against the darker skin, but dismisses at as some shamanistic thingy. He opens his mouth to say something, and a loud cry peirces the falling snow from somewhere above. A swoosh of wings in the air and a large metalic eagle arcs up from a steep dive, flaps its wings twice and lands on Vargus' right shoulder. He turns and looks at the bird, "Hey... lots of snow, huh?" He familiar chitters in a displeased fasion and shudders his wings with a faint metalic wrasping sound. Vargus chuckles.
Living in igloos which hold many people through the Long Winter, a person tends to lose what qualms they might have about changing around others. It doesn't take her too long to dress, and she gathers up her parka last, shrugging into it before lifting a hand to gather her hair and lift it out so it rests against her back. At the loud cry coming from the eagle, Monique lifts her gaze to that particular creature, then steps up to stand next to Tornaq. The great white bear whuffs softly, then lowers his nose to ruffle her shoulder. "No like snow?" Monique asks softly, tilting her head slightly to one side as she looks to the eagle before looking again to Vargus. The necklace is out of sight, now, hidden by her clothes.
Vargus ruffles the top of the eagle's head a little, not much since his feathers are metal, but he grins at Monique. "Eh. He doesn't like rain or snow. It messes with his radar." He reaches into a pouch at his belt, hand going in and rummaging around. His brow furrows a little and his hand pushes further into the pouch, up to his wrist, then up almost to his elbow. "Ahhh..." he says and pulls his arm back out, holding a few small silver lugnuts. He rattles them around in his hand and then tosses one up, which the eagle snaps out of the air and chews. "He's a biomech.. has some built-in sensors. Weather just fouls it up, gets in the way, scatters the energy waves."
Monique blinks a little as she tilts her head to one side, her brow furrowing a little. "Ra-dar?" she inquires, then lightly shakes her head to one side. She doesn't know what it is, and so it confuses her. She blinks a little more at the strange 'food' he gets out for the eagle, and she shivers a little at the strangeness and the fact the eagle eats it. Tornaq rumbles in an authoritative manner, then noses softly at her. She takes a moment to look up at him, adn then gives a small nod before her attention turns again to Vargus. "Must go. Path cross again," Monique says softly, inclining her head towards him. "Farewell," she adds, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. Turning, she starts to make her way from the park, with Tornaq walking at her side.
"Ahhh, sorry..." Vargus replies to Monique. "It's a tech-sensor. Sends out energy waves and then they're reflected back to the source. Shows an objects relative position and speed. So you can pick up what is going on around you, without actually looking around. Like the sense we have for magical things... but, works with physical objects. Only problem is its block by solid objects.. like buildings, and fouled up by snow rain and sleet, or if for some reason you had a bunch of metal particles in the air." He chuckels a little. "Although, I think Steelwind would enjoy that.. would be like flying through soup." He laughs, apparently amused by his own comment. Tags: monique, vargus
