[Open Log]

[ru_fi_oooh]

Who: Rufio and you!
Where: Outdoors, anywhere. Starting downtown, but feel free to start a new thread anywhere that's not a building.
When: The morning of June 12th.

Luckily for New Moore's much-damaged hospital real estate, many of the new arrivals are appearing at random all over the island. Given that this one's brandishing a sword, that might be especially lucky. As the sun comes up, he's standing on a rooftop in the business district, strutting back and forth with a scowl, and crowing like a rooster at the top of his lungs.

Comments

[growup]

Well, if there's a way to spot one of his own here the ridiculous crowing into the sky would be it. Plus the general being covered in dirt and looking ridiculous thing. But he doesn't recognize him so he doesn't immediately say something the entire time he's been sitting behind him. Man that is some crazy hair this kid has going. He'd remember hair like that. Or no, he probably wouldn't. He's thinking Tigerlily must've did it for him because it looks kind of her guy's style. Good enough for him.

He cleared his throat loudly to get his attention. "Preeeeetty good. Not as good as me- obviously- but it'll do."

[ru_fi_oooh]

Rufio spun, grabbing his sword out and ready to slash... and then staggering as if hit.

"Pan."

[coimiceoir]

Aisling doesn't usually come into town, but with so many fascinating people showing up and no one wandering around the forest immediately, she wants to investigate. More and more people have been using the rooftops in recent months - particularly at night - so it isn't really a surprise to see someone up here. The crowing, though. That's new. And with that hair, he's probably not a part of the police department.

Swinging wide, she comes in from the back of the building, and a smooth leap places her atop the roof access shed, perched frog-like and curious. "What are you doing? There aren't any chickens near here - they're all on the edges of the town."

[ru_fi_oooh]

"I'm not calling for chickens."

The response is wary as he swings around to face her, sword held at his side, turning it cautiously.

[coimiceoir]

She eyes the sword with a healthy respect. Bronze, or gold? That's almost more unusual than the crowing! Aisling hasn't seen anyone with that kind of blade on the island before. She shifts a little, ready to get away if he should charge. As fascinating as it is, she'd rather not be in that sword's path.

"Who are you calling, then? Other birds won't come for that, you know. And it's cheating to call them just to kill them."

[ru_fi_oooh]

"I'm calling the Lost Boys! They should be here by now. It looks like the pirates did something to Neverland."

That's the logical explanation. This is clearly a pirate port, even if Hook's not in it. It's filled with pirates.

[swordhappy]

[Little boy with a sword, meet towering goddess with a sword. And she doesn't look thrilled by the noise.]

What in Hela's name do you think you're doing?

[ru_fi_oooh]

[Whoa. In a moment he's darted backward into the air, hovering warily.]

Calling the Lost Boys. So you;d better watch out.

[swordhappy]

All the watching in the world would not make me quake in fear of a bunch of half-grown children.