made waves with some friends I know

[fightlikehell]

 

The season is a'changing, the weather is warmer. The forecast calls for high temperature, low humidity and a light breeze. A near perfect day. What better reason to gather the friends and have a good time with a bonfire? Grab a beer, have a seat. Cheery tunes fill the salty air. There's plenty of room and so much to eat.

Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.

[ooc; Come on in, guys and gals! Hop threads, twist time for sooner, later and all things in between. It's a real party. Don't be shy!]

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[losthunter]

Hunter is used to Faris doing this by now. But he is taking note of others around them and their reaction. "We might want to take caution, my friend. I could help serve you, if you needed."

[brave_heart_verity]

Yeah, that's... a little weird.

Not the weirdest thing she's ever seen, but it's up there.

"Uh... so... how long'll you two be together like this?"

[poetwarrior]

Faris doesn't understand what could be disturbing about this, but again he assumes it might be some human cultural thing. "As you wish," he says, handing the plate to Hunter. He re-positions himself across Hunter's skin to be a bit more comfortable, his long body winding around his host's torso. His head ends up on Hunter's shoulder. "I hope that it will not be terribly long. My host back home is likely missing me."

[losthunter]

"I tried to look for his door, but I had no luck." Hunter explains to Verity. He takes the plate, to serve up some items that Faris would be interested in, using cues from the previous time he had cooked for him.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Ah. Well..." Verity falls silent, wondering how much to say. She adores all her friends and she doesn't want to pit them against each other. On the other hand, trying to protect them might not be doing them any favors.

"Schön's good at that. Finding doors, opening them. For a price."

[poetwarrior]

"I carry no money," Faris says from Hunter's shoulder. He can't quite frown, but if he could, he'd be doing it now.

[losthunter]

"The price is never a monetary value. It is usually a favor owed to Schön." Hunter explains. "I can introduce you to him, and it will up to you to decide."

"But if I was looking for a door, I would go to him..."

[brave_heart_verity]

"He's very good at what he does, and he won't charge unless he can deliver results. It's usually the best bargain you can find around here."

[poetwarrior]

"A favor? What nature of favor?" Faris asks. He may be inexperienced with humans, but that just makes him slightly more cautious of agreeing to things he doesn't understand yet.

[losthunter]

"That would be up to you and Schön to agree on." Hunter shrugs.

[brave_heart_verity]

There's no further explanation coming from her; she just shrugs.

"He asked me for some of my hair, one time."

[poetwarrior]

"So... his prices may be of a trivial nature," Faris concludes, although he's aware that it might not be the only kind of price this mysterious benefactor would accept. "Very well, perhaps I should meet this friend of yours."

[losthunter]

"Perhaps he will come tonight."

"Anything else you need on your meat, Faris?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"Oh, he's here, somewhere." Probably behind her, now she's summoned him with the magic words.

But until the mystery man shows his face, Faris can keep right on thinking Ver's hair is of a trivial nature. That tells her a lot about him--for all he might be magic, he can't sense it.

Good.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Say your right words, Verity. Or is it speak of the devil, and he shall appear? "He is, indeed," greets the smooth-voiced fiend, himself. "Hunter, you're looking well, how are you--and who is your new friend?"

[losthunter]

The compliment from Schön influences a blush to cover most of Hunters' face, and part of his shoulders too.

"This is Faris, I just recently met him a little while back."

"And I am doing well. Thank you for asking."

[poetwarrior]

Faris's head rises from Hunter's shoulder for a moment as he sniffs at the meat. "Perhaps... just a small amount of sunscreen?" he asks. "Then it will be perfect."

The K'da quickly sinks back into full tattoo form at the approach of a stranger, since his new friends apparently think he shouldn't draw attention. The point seems to be moot though, because Schön has already commented on his presence. "Greetings," he says politely.

[brave_heart_verity]

Schön sees all, Schön hears all... or at least, Schön knows Verity wouldn't be talking to empty air. And given her singular inability to have imaginary friends...

There's worse right words than summoning her devil.

"Don't work too much, this is supposed to be a party," she reminds him.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Her devil, is he? Verity's becoming possessive about all sorts of people.

"Faris," he greets the not-quite-tattoo, lifting his hat genially, "I am quite pleased to meet you." Hunter's answer is met with a smile and, "good, good."

"I remember the mantra of the cookout, Verity, never fear: pleasure before business."

[losthunter]

"Have you eaten Schön? We were just getting Faris something for his unique diet." Hunter takes out a bottle of sunscreen, and uses it like one would use mayonnaise, by smearing a little of it on the meat on Faris' plate.

[poetwarrior]

Faris decides that there is little point to him remaining hidden for the moment, since people are after all talking to him. He flows off Hunter's arm like water, dropping onto all four paws again, and he bows his head slightly to Schön. "And you as well."

The K'da tries not to be too distracted by the delicious smell coming from the plate, not while there are introductory pleasantries to conduct. But it does smell really good. To him, anyway.

[brave_heart_verity]

He's seen how she takes care of people. He'd rather be someone else's devil?

So long as the boys are all playing nice she'll give them some space. She's not wanted or needed for the negotiations and there's bound to be something she needs to be doing just out of earshot. "Don't forget you're on my team for volleyball, Hunter. I'm calling dibs."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

That's a fair point. Verity tends her devils well.

Faris' detachment from Hunter is a process worth watching, and it has the thin man's full attention while it happens. "Well. Fluid grace, indeed. I've not yet dined, no," he answers, turning to Hunter's question with some fluidity of his own, "but I was about to. That is an... intriguing preparation you're making."

Volleyball? Schön may need to angle to be referee when the time comes, if there isn't one already.

[losthunter]

"You are calling dibs on me. I feel honored." Hunter grins at Verity.

"Well Faris has an unique diet. Last time he wanted caramel sauce and motor oil on his meat. This time... sunscreen."

"But I can fix one up for you, without any special ingredients." Hunter smiles.

[poetwarrior]

Verity seems to be leaving the conversation, so Faris bows his head to her slightly before she goes. "My thanks again for accommodating my tastes." Or trying, anyway. As far as he's concerned, the thought really does count.