Fine Zinc Teeth

[ninefox]

There was a time Jedao would have said that half a century was barely any time; less than a mortal life, not more than two generations. But the world has changed so much since he first put the Americans' uniform on. Even the uniform has changed - they don't call dance halls dance halls any more, for another thing. But the smell of the place - sweat, desire, alcohol - that much is the same.

He slinks in under a stranger's face, although he doesn't disguise his own scent when he smiles, glittering, at the bouncer: a flashed lure that Fives might not even notice or recognize, let alone pursue. It took a few months to get someone to handle all the things which apparently needed handling for his "retirement", and a few more to track down one particular squad of decommissioned weretroops, out of thousands, mostly paperless, in the busiest city this side of the Pacific. But Jedao did find them.

He dances without keeping track of the time, lets his face slowly slide back to its default arrangement, lets his spine relearn how to hold him up without being army rigid. He has several drinks - people buy them for him, which is nice; one or two of them he even dances with until they can't keep up with him any more. Fives rotates from the receiving line onto the floor as the night wears on and patrons get drunker, and he maneuvers himself into Fives' line of view, always moving, twisting, flashing glances that catch on Fives' eyes as the beat hits. Slowly, as if by the whim of the music, he draws closer.

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[ninefox]

"I'd like that very much," Jedao assures him, standing up and stretching briefly.

[callmefives]

Fives watches, utterly enthralled for the few seconds that the General takes to stretch, and then swallows hard and considers the wisdom of getting to his own feet. He bites back a resigned sigh, adjusts himself under cover of the pillow, and then stands himself, with considerably less grace and ease under the circumstances.

"We're only about half a mile from home, here." He figures if he just keeps talking like this is normal, everything's normal, showing around the fucking Fox General is an every day activity, then maybe he can do it without spending every moment of it tenting his pants. Maybe. "We'll take the long way, though." He grins and waves jauntily to Echo as he heads for the door, and receives a disapproving look, a mouthed order not to embarrass himself, and a wave in return.

[ninefox]

"Lovely."

Jedao waves to Echo too, although if he notices any messages, he seems oblivious; then somehow he manages to be at the door before Fives, opening it with a silly flourish of a bow.

[callmefives]

Fives' eyes go wide, he's startled and more than a little charmed by the teasing courtesy, and he absolutely can't resist the urge to turn a triumphant look back Echo's way before slipping out the door, grinning.

"Careful or I'm going to start thinking this is a date," he teases, tucking his hands into his jeans pockets and giving the General a sidelong look as he turns towards the park--and away from the apartment.

[ninefox]

"I have never been careful in my life," he lies cheerfully. It's only a little bit a lie.

[callmefives]

Fives actually snorts at that. "You can maybe make someone who didn't serve under you or know anyone who did believe that." The Fox General had had the reputation of being the most careful about wasting his men's lives of any of their commanding officers. Not of being timid or over careful, but being wily and cunning and not losing men needlessly when they could take their objective without massive casualties.

[ninefox]

"That's just not being stupid," he argues. "Completely different."

[callmefives]

"Mhmm, if you say so." He's clearly not buying it, but look at him being a good trooper and not arguing. Yep. Totally not arguing.

[ninefox]

"I do say so. Quite," he says primly.

[callmefives]

Okay, maybe arguing just a little bit- "Is it comfortable, living in a land of delusion?" he asks, turning to walk backward a few steps ahead and grin at the General. Rex would be boxing his ears--or trying to--for lack of respect for his betters.

[ninefox]

"Indubitably. For one thing, the weather is always perfect," he reports.

[callmefives]

Fives laughs, quick and bright, and turns to walk next to him again as they turn the corner. "I'm glad the perks are worth it. Sir."

He points across the street, to a tidy little shopfront with fresh produce in displays on the sidewalk under an awning. "That's our bodega." He sounds proud of it, which might not make any real sense, but he likes having something that normal--a little local shop where he's known, where he has credit now because they trust him. It makes him feel real in a way he hadn't for a long time when they'd gotten out.

"Their cat, Felix, always hides when any of us come in." That, he sounds a little disappointed at, and the big black and white tuxedo cat is clearly visible right now, lounging under one of the displays. "Are domestic animals afraid of you too?"

[ninefox]

"It varies by animal. Not usually - wild foxes wouldn't bother cats unless they were starving, we don't give off apex hunter like you do. But they're not, hm, affectionate. The polite thing for us is to mutually and emphatically ignore each other. Purebred foxhounds can get very weird at me, though," he adds, with a bit of a face.

[callmefives]

"I wish cats weren't frightened of us," he admits wistfully, wrinkling his nose. "They look... soft, and on videos on the computer they make this really nice rumbling noise." But what can you do, when you smell like something that could snap them up in one bite and just might want to. He shrugs.

"Are foxhounds part fox? What do they do that's weird?" He doesn't know much about these things, clearly.

[ninefox]

"Bred to hunt us," Jedao says, with a shake of his head, his expression more of distaste than anything. "They know better than to mess with me as a wild spirit but twenty generations as working dogs says go get him. It's all kinds of reactions, they get very confused. Sometimes they'll attack someone else, sometimes they just follow me nervously."

[callmefives]

"Why would anyone breed something to hunt you?" He sounds positively scandalized by the idea. "You wouldn't even taste good." Which is the only reason he can think of for hunting.

[ninefox]

Jedao laughs at that, then rolls one shoulder in a shrug. "Pest control at the beginning, I think. My cousins kept getting into other people's chickens. Later, it was for sport. But we're too fast for men on foot and too small for men on horseback to follow properly, so - stubborn little dogs."

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[callmefives]

"Well that's just reasonable, chickens are delicious." He remembers when they were pups, sometimes being thrown live chickens to run down and tear apart, remembers the squawks and the taste of blood and the simple joy of it.

"Men don't seem to be very good hunters." He sounds more than a little disdainful of it. "But I guess they're very good at getting others to do their hunting for them."

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[ninefox]

"They're better on open plains," Jedao allows. "Although it's a bit of a lost art in most places. And I shudder to imagine your opinion on falconry."

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[callmefives]

"I guess I can understand why." He gestures around them. "They don't seem to have much call for it." And neither do he and his brothers, which sometimes rankles, much as they love their newfound freedom. "What's falconry?" It's as curious as almost all his questions. The world is so big and wide and full of so many unknown things, and Fives wants to learn them all.

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[ninefox]

"Hunting with trained birds instead of dogs. Everything from little kestrels the size of your fists to golden eagles. They hunt foxes with those too, although that is for food. Not much else, on the steppes in the winter."

He gets a little bit of a wistful look, despite the subject. There's no sky anywhere like the sky on the steppe.

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[callmefives]

"I suppose it's efficient?" He's wrinkling his nose again, though, disdainful of the idea of humans' inability to do their own hunting without relying on the creatures they breed and train to be their servants.

The subject does remind him of something else, something he finds fascinating about this strange city they've made their home. "Have you seen the hawks that nest on some of the skyscrapers? It's like they think these are canyons and plains to hunt in."

[ninefox]

"I like falconry, to tell you the truth. I don't get pack instinct like you, but there's something - feeling so in synch with another living thing, for something as primal as hunting, when the other end of that thread is a thing that flies -"

He shakes his head. "The hawks never like me quite as much as I like them. They're my cats, I suppose. But you've got a sharp eye. Those are peregrines. Bar magic, when they dive those are the fastest things alive under the sun."

[callmefives]

Fives hums in something like understanding. "Working together as a Pack-" He grins a little haplessly. "It's amazing. It's the best thing." It's one of the few things he misses about their life Before. There's not much call for them to work together like that, all part of a greater whole, focused on the same objecting and instinctively supporting each other.

"They're gorgeous, and I can believe that about their speed. I saw one kill a pigeon in midflight last week, it just... came out of nowhere." He turns to grin at the General, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. "It must be amazing to fly. Really fly, not in a chopper or a plane, but out in the air, using your own muscles, feeling the wind. I think parachuting's kind of the same." He'd loved HALO drops, feeling the wind rushing past, the breathless anticipation of that one, precise moment when you had to open your chute, because if you were early you'd be a target and if you were late you'd be a smear.

[ninefox]

Jedao's mother could cloudrun, but he never quite got the hang of it; once he almost walked out of a plane in the middle of a thunderstorm, though, because he could feel it, crackling and rumbling and drumming in his bones, feel it calling to him, pulling him with the force that pulls birds north, that pulls salmon upstream, nature and need. Sometimes he wonders, if his 2IC hadn't stopped him, like Odysseus tied to the mast, whether he would have learned before he hit the ground, or if he'd ever have come down at all, if he could have gone wild right in the heart of the whirlwind.

"Diving probably is," he agrees. "Although the distance fliers do more gliding - I don't know how you'd get into hang gliding, but people do it. And then hummingbirds are a class of their own, of course."