May 09 12:28:33 105 PA
From Chronicles
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Desmond has taken to sitting beneath a large tree. Wide enough, with thick enough foliage that most of the light rain doesn't touch him. An occasional drip or drop that he pays little attention to. Though the moist nature of his jacket and jeans suggest that he caught at least a bit of it before he came to be here. Settled with one leg half bent, foot planted, the other straight out, he spends his quiet time inspecting the long knife from his sheath. A small cloth in hand, he runs it along the curved silver blade as he studies his reflection in it mutely.
Softly, almost gently, great white paws belonging to a rather large white polar bear step one after another upon the rain-soaked ground. The rain doesn't seem to bother the creature, soaked as he appears to be, though it's hard to say if he's truly as soaked to the skin as what he appears. Tornaq pauses, but a pair of steps within the park, and he gives himself a brief yet thorough shake, sending rain-water skittering through the air before it lands to join its watery brethren upon the ground already. Walking next to Tornaq, barely a couple of feet away from his side, is a small Inuit woman. Rain is a dreary thing when one is used to snow, and Monique pauses to lift a hand and lightly touch the bear's shoulder -- a shoulder which reaches a height greater than her own petite stature. For not the first time since arriving here, she wonders why she has not yet travelled farther afield than this particular place. But then, she and Tornaq spent the past year or more travelling, so the break isn't all bad. Tornaq looks to his little Shaman, then whuffs some water from the end of his nose, gaining a hint of a giggle from his companion.
Desmond huffs lowly to himself as he studies the blade a brief few moments longer before whatever he contemplates passes. His eyes lift slightly and he passes the cloth one last time along it before a quick flip of the hand reverses it, making for an easy time in slipping it back into the sheath at his side. The cloth is casually stuffed into his jacket pocket as his eyes lift, his ears swiveling as he takes in the space about him. It will be the stark white of the large bear that gets his attention moments later. The big male's head turning to look toward the distant beast and the small woman beside it. His ears swivel, fixing on the pair as he considers them quietly for a few moments.
Tornaq shifts his weight slightly, the movement subtle and also bringing a slight alteration to his stance, giving a decidedly protective (and possibly even over-protective) cast to his considerable bulk. The bear is highly aware of his surroundings, having taken in the scents the park has to offer on this rainy afternoon, dimmed as they are by the falling wet all around. His attention settles on the leopard-man, the one who could be perceived as something of a threat simply because he is in possession of at least one weapon, and Tornaq lifts one of his front paws, rain-water dribbling from his sharp claws. The small Inuit woman stands quietly next to the great bear, completely fearless of him, and she says something quietly in her native tongue, stepping forward so that she stands a little ahead of the spirit bear. He whuffs softly and gives a rumble, then lowers his nose to touch her shoulder before looking again to the one seated so casually there beneath the tree, and that raised front paw returns to the earth.
Desmond is none too alert himself, now that he's focused. He remains sitting for the moment. Relaxed, though interested.. curious of the small woman and the large bear. Indeed, that curiosity seeming to lift some as he observes the beast's behavior. Grasping enough to recognize something in it. Though looking much the beast himself, his eyes are alert.. keenly intelligent. What motivates his rise remains unstated, but he will do so steadily after his brief linger in the restful posture. A hand back, his own claws slipping free briefly as he grips, using it as a brace to stand. He lingers but a moment to send a ripple of tension through his frame, stretching the dormant muscles back to active life before he relaxes again. And approaches the woman and her bear. Doing so languidly. Hands empty and relaxed, features set into a neutral sort of mask, save for a lingering hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Standing almost in front of the great bear, yet still beside, the small Inuit woman lifts her hand again to lightly scritch her fingers into his hair, soaked as it is by the rain. Her dark skin glistens, just as wet as the rest of the world around them, and she sidesteps a little to be closer to the great animal, and thus more in the circle of his protection. It seems a familiar place for her to be standing, and though both of them seem to be relaxed, there is a whisper of wariness to them as the stranger begins to approach. There is a trust between the bear and the shaman, a trust gained from years spent in each other's company, and there rises curiosity to reflect within both sets of eyes which watch the leopard-man draw ever nearer. And once he is close enough for speaking to be comfortable, the small Inuit woman proves herself to be not too shy to speak first. "Good afternoon," she says softly, her words strongly accented, for english is not her first language and it will likely forever be shadowed by the more gutteral Inuit tongue being her first.
Even as he nears, Desmond observes the two. Almost studying the subtle actions, the quiet meaning in them. Perhaps not grasping the history in any but the vaguest terms, but seeing enough to intrigue. When he reaches that proper distance, he will pause. A judicious distance allowed as he responds in kind. "Greetings to you." His voice is far different. A deep, smooth rolling basso profundo, his 'r's given a subtle roll. The big male speaks quite well, if a bit oddly at times in how he choses and arranges his words. He seems to ignore the light rain himself as considers the pair briefly before observing, "He guards you." His eyes shifting towards the bear briefly as if to be certain she knows the 'he' that is meant.
Monique tilts her head slightly to one side, observing the one who watches herself and Tornaq. Wondering, perhaps, at the curiosity she can see within him... just as she's sure he likely wonders at that very same thing within herself. His voice intrigues her, secures her attention a little more fully upon him, had there been a doubt it might stray away. It seems she easily accepts that he speaks different -- after all, she has a certain way about her speech as well. Tornaq rumbles softly, as though offering his own greeting, ducking his head slightly in a hint of what could be taken as a nod. A small smile touches at the corners of her lips, and the small Inuit woman gives a nod of agreement. "Yes, he does. We guard each other," she says softly, her tone thoughtful. Strange, perhaps, but that's the way of things between the two of them.
Desmond notes the movement of the bear. His eyes shifting towards the large animal as he observes it. There is but a space of a few moments before he dips his head slightly towards the beast. Odd, perhaps, to some, but he gives the acknowledgment with the same sense of seriousness with which he approaches much of life. Then his eyes are on the female again. He seems to accept her words as they are given and there will be a thoughtful pause before he offers, "He seems a stout protector. I could see such from afar, though only vaguely." Another pause before he dips his head to her and sates, "I am Desmond." Pauses often interspersing his words, a thoughtfulness often surfacing during them.
The great white bear watches the leopard-man somewhat closely, though he remains alert to his other surroundings as well. There is an intelligence within him, and he understands what is spoken between the two of them, though many have made the mistake that he has no such capability for language. As there seems to be no threat offered to either of them, the bear settles into a position which is more at ease yet still with that protective cast to it, for that never leaves him. "He is, very much so," Monique says softly, looking up at the bear briefly before bringing her dark-eyed gaze back to Desmond. "I am Monique," she offers, an almost shy smile rising to tug at the corners of her lips in the wake of offering her name. "And this is Tornaq," she adds, within a moment.
Desmond passes his gaze back to the bear when he is named. Seeming, for a moment, unsure. Considering the great bear for a few moments before he offers, "Greetings to you, Tornaq." Assuming, though still not quite sure of such words are wasted or not. His eyes slide back to Monique as he asks, "From where is he? I have not seen his kind before. Never one who is so white. Those few I have seen are black.. brown. Such shades as that. Not quite so large as well." He remains heedless of the rain, his tail swaying in slow, languid sweeps behind him.
Tornaq studies the leopard-man and gives what could be considered another nod as the greetings are offered to him as well, giving a gentler sort of rumble which could be construed as a greeting. Which is what it is. The small Inuit woman maintains her attention upon the leopard-man, and a smile curls at the corners of her lips as he inquires their origins, her dark eyes showing a hint of a sparkle to them. "We are from far to the north, in the lands of ice and snow," she says softly, her tone thoughtul in nature. "We have travelled far, in coming here," she muses, then lifts one of her shoulders in a slight shrug, as though such travel is not entirely out of the ordinary.
The direction is met steadily by Desmond. What seems to interest him most is the mention of ice and snow. "The weather here has only just recently turned away from the same," he rumbles. "A favorable thing, as I do prefer the warmer months to come. I have never been far from this region." His curiosity perked once more. "What would be in this land to the north now? Do the seasons turn there as they do here?" An honest lack of knowledge from the big male. He seems fixated on the smaller female, the majority of his person standing with a stillness, save that tail that never seems to pause its swaying movements.
The small woman tilts her head slightly to one side as she considers his words, and perhaps the meaning behind them as well. "I like the snow, the ice... but I am trying to get used to the other weather which happens here," Monique says softly, a smile again touching her lips. "I suppose it is in what a person is used to, as to what weather is liked or not. It is different, in the north. The winter is long, very long, and the other seasons are shorter. The days are different there as well, and there are times of year when there is mostly light and little darkness and other times when there is mostly darkness and but little light," Monique says softly, doing her best to explain what she can in the language she has at her disposal.
Desmond seems fascinated by the concepts given to him. Long snows, stretches of day and night. He could hardly imagine such a thing. "The days here shift.. but not so greatly. And the weather fluxes a great deal." He pauses and shifts his eyes towards the great bear. "It can be very hot when the summer comes," he tells her then, showing a light sense of concern. "If he is from a place of great winter and cold, then the heat could be.. uncomfortable. Would this be of issue?"
Under normal circumstances, Monique would never have thought her homeland to be such a fascinating place, but then she grew up there and so she's intricately familiar with how things are there. "It is a short season of growing, a short season of harvest up north. There are but few trees, and we usually had to travel south to find trees," she says softly, offering up more information about her homeland. With so few trees, it might make a person wonder what was used for firewood. "It has taken time for me to get used to the difference in the days between here and home. I am more used to it now than I was when first I set out to leave. I do not know if summer's heat will be a problem or not... we were still far enough to the north when the last summer was that it was not so much of a bother for us. It may get to be uncomfortable, though I think more for myself than for him," Monique muses, a small smile touching at the corners of her lips. She stands near to Desmond, with Tornaq ever-present at her side to protect her, the great white bear paying more attention to his surroundings than the others seem to do, for the conversation passing between them.
Desmond takes in that offered information, allowing it to roll about in his mind lightly. Indeed, a few stray thoughts on the what and how of mundane things emerge, though for the moment he doesn't speak them. Instead he seems more focused on the fate of the great bear. "It can be bothersome, though dressing lightly helps. Lingering within buildings that have a regulated temperature. Things of that nature." Common sense things, really. Yet he says them anyway. A pause as he glances up. The rain has stopped. Something noted briefly before his attention returns tot he woman.
Ah, sunshine. Almost. Grey overhead is better than wet overhead! Sebastien wanders through the park, wearing a jacket to ward against the cold. The young man is in his own world, eyes passing over the scenery around without really seeing any of it. He stares at the trees, legs working mechanically, and then the lake with mausoleum beyond, following a paved trail.
Common sense to those who are used to such things, but rather useful information to someone who is quite unaccustomed to them still. "A... regulated temperature?" she inquires, her brow furrowing a little, for she's really not familiar with thermostats and air conditioning and such ilk. Where she's from, there isn't such a thing, after all, and it's taking a while for her to change her way of thinking to adapt to things here. She's noticed that the rain has stopped, though she's also not commented on that fact. Tornaq shifts his weight slightly, giving a wide yawn before shaking himself from head to toe, a movement which sends water droplets scampering through the air to splatter against anything in their path. "Mmm... I suppose wearing less clothes, or lighter clothes, would help," she muses, her tone thoughtful in nature as she considers it. Though she doesn't immediately notice Sebastien's entrance, Tornaq catches his scent and turns his head to look towards him, giving a grumble as he does so. The small Inuit woman and Tornaq stand a distance into the park, with Desmond near to them.
Sebastien continues on through the park, still in his daze.
Desmond shifts his attention as well, when both the bear and the small female do. Noting Sebastien and his passage quietly. The thoughtful edge to his otherwise neutral expression lingering as he returns focus to Monique and explains, "Most buildings in this city use machines to make the temperature inside stay the same, no matter what it is outside. It can be adjusted to raise or lower the temperature, though it takes some minutes for the changes to occur. Such machines are used to bring warmth in the winter and coolness in the summer." He considers a brief moment before he suggests, "Likely you live in a place that has the same. Unless your abode is a cheap one. He may need to spend time inside with a lowered temperature when the summer comes." His deep voice rolling steadily as he gives this advice.
Dr. Kelley comes walking into the park, wandering somewhat aimlessly as he goes over a pile of papers. He's muttering something about "damn idiot techs," but it doesn't carry very far on the wind. He's dressed as normal; buckskin clothing, a camouflaged woodland cloak, hiking boots, and a pistol, neural mace, and rock-pick hanging from his belt. Eventually, though, he can't help but spot Monique and Tornaq, and the imposing Desmond. With caution and interest, he heads over to the small gathering.
A small japanese looking man wwearing a kimono, his two swords tucked into his belt, a straw hat, and wooden sandals, enter the park too. He's not really looking for the groups of people talking, but more heading to a mostly clear spot. However, he stops and raises the straw hat. The bear definitely catches his attention. Stopping to look at the bear, he then sees Dr. Kelleyt walking towards the two as well. He stands there a moment longer, and heads that way as well.
The small Inuit woman glances towards Sebastien, watching him as he passes through the park, apparently lost in thoughts of his own, and she raises an eyebrow slightly as she considers what could be on his mind. Yet her attention returns to the leopard-man that she's been talking with. "Oh... it seems a strange thing, although... not so strange, when you consider that to change the temperature when up north we just add a little more fuel to the fire or move the furs from the doorway to let some cool air in the igloo," she says softly, her tone thoughtful once more. "Where I stay, it is neither too cheap, nor too expensive, at least so far," she adds, a smile touching at the corners of her lips. "I do not know how the summer's heat will bother us, though I am fairly sure it will," she says softly. Tornaq is first to notice Dr. Kelley's approach, turning his attention there and giving a grumble of greeting. Monique's attention follows, and she lifts a hand to offer a wave to him, both of greeting and to essentially invite him over. "Good afternoon, Dr. Kelley," she says warmly, her tone holding the cast of friendship within it. A glance is cast towards the stranger who approaches in the wake of Dr. Kelley, though for the moment, she doesn't speak to him, and her attention instead returns to those nearer to her.
"Then likely you have such a thing to make the temperature what you wish," Desmond concludes. There is an obvious lack of connection when she speaks of igloos. The word new to him. Though before he might ask, Tornaq's shift of attention alerts him to someone drawing near. He turns his head to look, spying Kelley. The big male's eyes linger on the man for a few moments before he lifts his eyes slightly, spying Hamamoto as well. In the end he simply turns his attention back towards Monique without comment or gesture toward either. "Someone can likely show you how to work it if you are uncertain. But it is a simple thing once you have seen it done."
"Have what operated?" Kelley asks. Then, with short bows, "Hello, Monique, Tornaq, Desmond. How is everyone tonight? It's a beautiful day, isn't it? We're blessed with good weather - finally - after all these months of rain." He searches the ground for something, but apparently doesn't find it, and goes back to ruffling through papers. Finally, he pulls out an artist's recreation of what looks to be a robot, and asks, "Monique, on your way here, did you encounter anything such as this?"
The smaller man then appraoches from behind, eyeing the bear, and wondering if he could take it, and looking like he might want to try. Then, turn his attention back to the three, "Greetings, Kelley-san." He then bows slightly to him, then to the other two in turn. "Greetings, names Hamamoto Kiriji. Smaurai." He then looks at the two of them. "I speak Engrish pretty well. BUt I no speak perfectly, if make mistake, I will do better." He then looks at each of them in turn. "It is...nice...yes nice to be introduced to each of you. Hai." He then looks at bear. "Your companion?"
Monique tilts her head slightly to one side as she looks to Desmond, listening closely to his explanation of the thermostat unit her abode likely has but which has likely never been used by her. She does notice that he doesn't seem to have a connection of meaning when she mentions igloos, and a smile touches her lips. "It is a sort of house, made of blocks of ice... when there is snow and ice again, I will show you what it means, if you wish," she says softly, ducking her chin slightly, turned shy by making the offer. It is quite an undertaking, but one that she's rather familiar with. Her words are strongly accented, for english is not her first language, and so there is a strong shadow of her more gutteral native tongue to colour her speech. "I have not seen such a thing, to change the temperature where I live," she says softly, her brow furrowing a little. She's not sure, uncertain. But then, she doesn't sleep in the bed where she lives, and she sleeps instead in a bundle of furs on the floor. Her attention turns to Dr. Kelley, and she gives a small nod. "It is a beautiful day, now that the rain has stopped," she says softly, a smile touching her lips. The fact that she and Desmond and Tornaq are all quite damp from said rain is a testament to how recent it occurred. Blinking a little as the paper is withdrawn, she tilts her head slightly to one side, studying the image held upon it, and she frowns a little. "Do you mean, on my way to here from up north? I have not seen such a thing before... not there, nor on the way to here," she says softly, sounding a touch concerned. She studies Dr. Kelley for a lingering moment in the wake of having taken a look at the picture, and then she takes notice of the smaller man, her attention shifting there. "Good afternoon... I am Monique, and this is Tornaq," she says softly, lifting a hand to gesture to the great white bear who stands taller than her own petite height. "He is my companion," she affirms, giving a small nod, a smile touching her lips. Companion, protector... to her, the two are interchangable.
Desmond lets his attention shift toward Kelley briefly. "I am well," he responds to the man simply. His deep tone is a more structured neutral then, distinct from the tone he has uses to speak to Monique. Hamamoto is given a bit more attention then, the big feline considering the smaller man for several silent moments before he dips his head slightly. "I am Desmond," he offers. Of course, the curious ide aof a home made of ice blocks brings his attention back to Monique. It is obvious such a thing is hard for him to picture, thus her offer to show him when the snows return is met with a nod. "I would be curious to see an abode made of ice. It seems.. improper for protecting one from the cold, but I must assume that it works if it is so used." In return he offers, "I could be certain if you have such a thing or not. Show you how it works, if you would allow." The offer a simple one, easily given. "So too I would not mind giving aid for other things you might have questions of. It is only proper."
Dr. Kelley says, "I too would be happy to help you if you have any questions about the city, or science." Kelley wades into the middle of the conversation, not really sure where it came from or where it was going. "Did you encounter anything strange on your way here from the Arctic?" he asks, with an apparent familiarity. He looks to Desmond, not with a know-it-all look, but simply an educational one; "I have stayed in their igloos. They are quite comfortable. The ice serves to insulate very well. I realize that it seems counter-intuitive, but the Inuit are a resourceful people." He smiles at Monique and Tornaq.
"Have heard...houses of ice. Used in...um...monster country, of home. Not seen, for self. Heard...effective." He then smiles a little, trying to follow the conversation, and nods to each. "Honors to your family, Monique-san, Desmond-san." He is speaking with a slight Japanese accent. He then regards the bear, and then moves over to it, "Tornaq-san, honor to meet you." He then gives the bear a bow, as if he could understand him as well.
The small Inuit woman brings her attention to Desmond, and she smiles, her dark eyes reflecting a sparkle within them, and she gives him a nod. "The deal is struck, then... I will show you an igloo when the snows come again. We build them mostly of ice, and use snow as mortar between the blocks of ice. The ice is thick, so it holds in the heat inside... it... insulates, yes," she says softly, uncertain of the word but fairly sure at the same time, and she smiles again at Dr. Kelley, when he uses the same word. English is sometimes complicated. "We use many furs, inside the igloos... they are warm, even on the coldest and darkest nights," she says softly, her dark eyes showing a shine to them. She misses her home, even as she adapts to this one. "I would allow, yes... it would be important to know how to use such a thing when summer's heat sets in, unless I wish to be uncomfortable in it. These things of machines, they seem so strange... so... cold, lifeless," she says softly, frowning a little since that doesn't really explain what she means but it's the best she can think of at the moment. Her attention turns back to Dr. Kelley, and she smiles warmly, if a little shyly, at him. "I have many questions, but many which I am not sure the words needed to ask them. Clouded wonderings. Science is new to me. I did not encounter any strange things like what is in your picture while I was coming here from the Arctic. Tornaq did not see such things either, though he has better smell than sight," she says softly, her tone thoughtful. To his compliment of her people, she gives a quiet little murmur and ducks her chin, blushing quite readily and looking to Dr. Kelley through her lashes. Tornaq gives a rumble and nudges Monique with his nose, then looks to Hamamoto and gives a definite nod and grumbling sound of greeting, for words are something he understands rather well. "Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you," she says softly, her attention and words directed to Hamamoto, and she inclines her head slightly to him. Lifting one of her hands, she captures a stray lock of her hair, giving it a slight tug before tucking it away behind one of her ears where it likely won't stay for long at all.
"I see." This Desmond rumbles to Kelley at his description of the igloos. Again, measured but otherwise neutral, a slight turn of his head towards for the brief acknowledgment. And a slight nod to Hamamoto as well for his contribution. THe big male assimilating the concepts of the igloo quietly. Still skeptical, but it is a light thing. Some things simply seem unreal until one has experienced them. "I believe such will be worth the wait and I will seek to remember it for the next coming of the snows." A pause as he considers her reference to the lifelessness of machines. Musing for a brief few moments before he offers, "This is true, but the machines are quite useful for many things. The steadying of temperature within, cooking, entertainment and so forth. Perhaps that too will be a thing you grow used to over time," he offers to Monique.
"Oh yes, machines are wonderful things," Kelley says. "Of course, my friend Hamamoto would differ with me in this opinion, but I at least find them terribly useful, as Desmond said, but also for defense. I realize that you have magics to protect you, but it can never hurt to carry a weapon, in case your magic is somehow dampened, Monique. I have seen that happen to mages in the past, and woudld hate to see that happen to you." He smiles at the young girl, then says, "If I may be so bold, Monique, how old are you?"
"You would be quite correct. Technology caused the evil of the Cataclysm. We not use it. It makes you weak, and lowers your spirit. You start to rely on them for everything, and soon, you can do nothing. We are a people who forsook technology, and returned to the old ways. And our people have never been happier. Sure, there are some problems. BUt we get people coming in from other empires to learn our ways. We emphazise humanity over the soulless tech."
The dark-eyed gaze of the petite Inuit woman shifts back and forth between Desmond and Dr. Kelley as the pair of them speak a little further about igloos and machines. It seems unreal and terribly unnatural to her for machines to be able to do such a variety of things, and even though her current abode possesses some such things, she's never touched them. She still uses a fire for cooking on, which makes things somewhat interesting. "I will seek to remember this when the snows come again. Hopefully there will be some good ice to be able to build one out of," she says softly, a smile touching her lips. "Perhaps I will get used to these machines, but... for right now, I am not sure of them," she muses, then lifts one of her shoulders in a slight shrug. Her attention turns again to Dr. Kelley when he speaks of magic, and then when he asks after her age. "There is no harm in the asking, nor in the knowing of the answer. This summer will be my twenty-third to see. I carry a weapon... and usually more than one," she offers, a smile touching her lips. Of course, her definition of a weapon is different than Dr. Kelley's likely is, for her weapons are a little... ancient in design. "This... technology, these machines... I have not grown up knowing them, so they all seem so strange to me," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature.
Desmond looks to Hamamoto with a crease in his brow. The man's spiel against technology seems to rub him the wrong way just a bit. Though he seems to have no desire to argue the point. At least, not at the moment. Rather, he speaks further to Monique, returning his attention to her. "I understand this," he rumbles thoughtfully. "There are many things I have learned of since I came to be here. Things that never seemed to matter before, yet I have found pleasures in them. Taking things slowly would be best for learning of such things. Otherwise, I am sure it would be quite overwhelming."
"Well, Monique, should you have any science or mechanical related questions while you are here feel free to contact me. I live at Coventry Place, #1. You can't miss it, we're in the northwest sector of the city. Just knock and I'll probably be there. If not, leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP." He bends his head forward in acknowledgement. "I apologize, but I must run off to a meeting at NewTech. Peace be with you all," Kelley says, an all inclusive goodbye, before hurrying out of the park.
"Peace be with you, Kelley-san, and honors to your family." He then looks at Desmond giving him a bit of a look, and then to monique. "As I said, MY empire. We are friends with a republic that uses tech, though. We believe that eacn must find their own path. We force no one to walk the same path as we. YOu may wish to follow the tech, or you may not. It not matter. Only the journey matter." He then smiles a little. "Up to individual to choose. My code...not allow me to use tech."
To her, technology is something which has yet to gain her trust, and something which she does not use for her wariness of it. Perhaps someday that will change, or perhaps not. "I have heard it said that learning is better when it is done over much time instead of being pressed into a short amount of time. Just seeing a city the first time, when I first came here, it was overwhelming, and in more than just the size of it," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. "Thank you, Dr. Kelley... I will come to find you, should I have questions. I still have the card you gave me, last time," she says softly, smiling warmly at him. Most people might not have kept such a thing, and even though she can't read it, she's still kept it. One day maybe she'll learn how. "Peace favour you also, Dr. Kelley," she adds, inclining her head towards him. Her attention shifts to Hamamoto, and she gives a small nod. "To each their own path, their own choosing," she muses, her tone thoughtful in nature. Tornaq gives a rumbling sound, perhaps of agreement, or perhaps for another purpose, and Monique takes a moment to look up at him before her attention comes to the others again. "I should return... I should get myself into dry things, now that the rain has ended," she muses.
Desmond glances towards Kelley as he says his goodbyes, but says nothing in return. His gaze shifting away, back toward Monique. An ear flicks toward Hamamoto, drawing in his words quietly. There a brief note of approval in the clarification of the viewpoint of he hand his. To Monique he nods and rumbles, "Very well then. It is not a bad idea.. and it does grow late. I cannot offer you a good means of contacting me yet. My lodgings are.. temporary. I do work at a place called Moe's in Dregtown, but I do not think you would enjoy a place such as that. You may try to seek me there if you must, but I think we shall meet again in time. Perhaps here, as I do come from time to time to exercise or simply sit in a quiet spot. Until then, fare you well, Monique." A pause, then a nod towards Tornaq as well and a rumbled, "You as well, Tornaq." His eyes lingering on the large animal briefly, musing something so new to his own limited scope of knowledge.
Seemingly like he's not really wanted to be talked to all that much. He then gives a bow as well. "I should get on with what I came here to do. Honors to your families, Monique-san, Desmond-san." He then turns on his heel and moves towards a more secluded place in the grove. His feet seem to glide, as if he walks on air, and his eyes are focused, yet not at the same time.
Desmond watches the young woman and her bear depart for a few moments before his attention shifts to Hamamoto. A strange man. "Farewell," he rumbles simply. Seeming set to take the same path as the others and tend to his sodden clothing. Though there is no ire in his tone towards the japanese man. Perhaps something else has conspired to tug down his mood, but it goes unsaid as he turns and starts toward the entrance to the park.
Alone, for the moment, the warrior then focuses underneath a tree, his eyes unfocused, and his hand frees his sword slightly. He stands there for a few moments, letting the leaves drift down, then finally, in a smooth motion, he draws and cuts a leaf neatly in half, then mmoves to sheathe the sword, to practice once more, on the falling leaves.Tags:desmond, hamamoto, kelley, monique, sebastien
