Pushing the Sky!

[Carthrat]

The place Richard takes you too is very suburban. Houses are kinda packed together, some of the lawns are mowed, some aren't, there are a few people wandering around here and there, and there was a nice park a little while back.

Richard pulls up about a block away from the park, and shrugs. "He's in the park," he says, shiftily. "You can't miss him, but I can't describe him. Just.. you'll know him when you see him."

[Dracos]

"uh huh.  Not coming along?"

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"No," replies Richard, tacitly.

[Dracos]

OOC: 'tactly' is not 'tacitly' =p  Tacit is silent.
IC:

"Eh, what the heck.  It's already crazy enough as is."

Cosgrove got up to go for a stroll in the park.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The park is kinda nice. There's only a few people about, and while it's not particularly large or dense (you can see from one side to the other easily, and sprint the whole distance), the neatly kept grass, wide path through it, and large trees give an illusion that it is larger than it is.

The people about consist of a couple of teenage girls walking down the path, some father and his kid son running around with a frisbee, and two notable individuals.

There's one guy who's sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper. He doesn't look that remarkable, except for the wooden stick he's carrying around with him. Cosgrove might not have the best eyes in the world, but he's certainly good at picking out swords, and that's what this man seems to have.

The other strange guy is a little different. He's got loose white hair tied in a tail, and looks to be tall. Or short? Your eyes just seem to slide off him, and only by firmly fixing him in your mind can you keep focused on him- to the exclusion of all else. He's wearing a light business suit and is carrying an umbrella.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove, as is habit, went to check out the sword fighter sitting on thesame park bench and looking around the park some more, calmly.

Dracos

[baka]

Fitz gives Richard a grin and a nod, "Back in a bit, then," and wanders into the park after Cosgrove. He pauses at the entrance, looking at Cosgrove and the man next to him on the bench, and then the suited man.

He idly leans against a tree, focusing on the suited man. Can't describe him... you'll know him when you see him... Fitz walks towards the man.

"Sorry to bother you, but do you know a Richard Leyes?"

[Carthrat]

The swordfighter seems quite happy reading his paper. He looks a little tired, actually, and not particularly alert. It's only afternoon, but people like him are noted for having odd hours of operation, anyway.

<->

"Hmm? Richard Leyes?" asks the man, vanishing.

"Who's asking?" asks a disembodied voice, coming from everywhere and nowhere.

[Dracos]

"Nice day out, isn't it?" Cosgrove politely comments in a conversational voice.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The swordsman yawns a little.

"Passable," he says, with a slight indetermite accent. "A good day for lazing about."

[Dracos]

"All days are good for lazing about.  Nice walking stick, by the way." Cosgrove appeared relaxed.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Ah, you think so? There aren't may people who can really appreciate it," comments the man, tapping it a little. "You never know when a good stick can come in handy."

[Dracos]

"Indeed, there's so many uses for them."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"You seem to know a few things about using sticks," replies the man, drumming his fingers. "I'm more partial to making sticks, myself. Why, this one isn't even for me, but for a friend of mine."

[Dracos]

"A few, a few.  Not many crafters these days.  Pity really."

Dracos