A Sea of Mystery {Kay and Tomjay}

Ghost inhaled through his nose, smelling the air as he walked through the forest. The familiar scent of salt water entered his nose and he smiled at the memories that entered into his mind. Memories of just stopping in during a break between games and meeting some people. Memories of getting almost killed as a bullet cut him in the side. Memories of the young spy in training that he longed to see again. Lots of memories that a normal citizen would never have had at the age of sixteen.

He heard the crackle of electricity as he came out into the open area between the fence and the forest. There were a few branches high above that he could use to get in if the old hidden entrance in the raised concrete part of the fence further north from here. He looked to his right and saw the sea and walked out just to the edge of the sand before looking into the district and seeing two people. One seemed to be very important, most likely the mayor, while the other seemed to be a normal citizen. The citizen looked directly at him but he didn't so much as flinch. He just stared back at the boy with his sea green eyes before turning and retreating back into the forest.

He went in until he couldn't see the district anymore and climbed a tree, his hands finding the holds and cracks that would help him climb. As soon as he was above the fence height, he moved closer and stopped to hang his sword from a branch before he jumped to the next tree and then the next tree until he could see the roof of a building directly ahead of him.

The boy ran along a branch and launched himself up and forwards flying across the gap that was between the end of the branch and the first roof. He felt weightless for a moment before he felt his feet hit the roof and he felt himself lean forward into a roll and then up onto his feet, stopping his forward movement. He brushed himself off and looked around to find another shorter roof. Finding one, he took a running leap and landed on the shorter roof in a roll before turning and jumping off of the roof as it was much closer to the ground. The boy hit the ground running and slowly decelerated before slowing to a walk.

He walked down familiar streets until he got to the beach where he saw the mayor and the boy still there. He moved to the left and leaned against a house, looking at the two of them. He knew that the water must feel good, but he wasn't sure why two people would be down here. He knew that one of them was important but something was off about him. Something was wrong. He knew that...in time...the truth would be revealed.

She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said walk on over here to the bitter shade
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know that you're saved

Having five little children and a full staff in his house had given Fabian a second set of eyes, figuratively. He had this sixth sense now for when someone was moving nearby. As the other man marched forward onto the beach, Fabian tracked him with his periphery, unconcerned but aware. He'd had a good streak there, with no one else on the beach, but it was hardly the first time he had encountered others near the sea in Four. It was, after all, in their blood to be called to the ocean's embrace.

It was much more uncommon, though, for anyone to ask to swim with him. Most people avoided him out of fear or respect, although Fabian thought it was quite possible to approach himself and be respectful. A delicate line that was, though. Curse didn't quite walk it, however, his smile too harsh, his eyes too eager. Fabian swallowed, steadying his softer smile. "Not at all. The ocean's open to the public, after all," he said, defaulting to the city's code, whcih he knew by heart.

He watches the scene unfold distantly, abstractly. There had certainly been many torn shits in his household, many stains and scratches and bumps and bruises. Amusement overtook the warmth in his face as Curse ran to the sea and then to the stranger. Fabian folded his arms across his broad chest, no sign of aging in his muscles, but perhaps a few grey chest hairs gave him away. "It's Fabian," he said gently as Curse flew by, offering up his shirt. It was, perhaps, the most symbolic moment of his Mayorship. Fabian would literally give the shirt off his back to anyone who needed it.

"Curse," he said, rolling the name around as the shirt was exchanged. It was a strange name, not the strangest he'd heard, but certainly odd for Four. Fabian shifted, his gaze flickering back to the sea, to the steady rhythm of the waves calling to his soul. He took a deep breath in, felt the salt singe his flesh on its way to his lungs. "Shall we?" He asked, practically hopping from foot to foot in anticipation.