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The weather was perfect, not too warm, not to cold, the sun was in and out of the clouds. Wendell let the soft breeze wash over him as he sat against a tree in the Death City park. He liked to come here because it let Annabelle run around like a maniac while he practiced. He looked over to his weapon who was having a good time hanging from the monkey bars. She giggled as waved as she swung back and forth. The emo/goth kid smirked and waved back before picking up his guitar.

Anna watched Wendell from her perch, glad to be outside during the day. There were times she enjoyed sunlight and, Wendell being himself, preferred the night. So she spent many nights out in the park as well. But this meant he would be playing his guitar and she loved to listen to him play. She swung back and forth on the monkey bars then ran for the swings. Despite her age she still loved the play ground. And today Wendell had agreed to take her out for a picnic.

A short tuning put him where he wanted on his notes as he got out his sheet music from his backpack. Next to the pack was a lunch basket filled to the brim with delicious sandwiches, fruits, a salad, and a couple of desserts as well as an assortment of drinks. His mother always packed too much but then again at least it feed Anna's voracious appetite. He moved the black hair that normally fell from his face behind his ear while he began to softly play his song. It had a slight latin beat to it but definitely an alternative key.

"I'd let her go. I hear female Weapons tend to be head strong," a gentle voice came from the tree Dario had stopped next to. A dark clothed teen sat there with a guitar on his lap. He had a lip ring and several piercings in one ear, made him look kinda cute. Black hair, obviously dyed, framed his pale face while brilliant green eyes looked up at Dario. A strange looking picnic cloth was underneath him, skulls and coffins were the prime decoration. A picnic basket was next to a black backpack covered in random band logos as well as another backpack with comic book fight slogans on it like "BAM" "POW" and "WAP". Wendell looked up to the long haired older boy and smiled softly. "I try to let them run their energy off. "

Annabelle looked up as a goth looking girl was running toward the playground, it seemed kinda weird. Anna was wearing her normal clothes; a reaper-like hooded cloak that covered naturally white long hair and orange one piece dress to compliment her yellow eyes. This girl running towards her was completely goth from her hair down to her tall boots. Maybe she could make friends! After all Wendell was kinda goth! And he did say she needed to meet other weapons. Well no time like the present! "Hi there! I'm Annabelle, a Cresent Scythe Weapon. Who are you?"

"I'm Wendell," he pointed out at the dark cloaked female on the swing set, "that's Annabelle. Cop a squat if you like, unless me playing will be annoying," the young man began to strum on the instrument again. He was actually pretty good and would occasionally stop to write some notes down on music sheets.

Wendell nodded as the man sat and claimed music doesn't bother him. He didn't mind a guy who kept things short and to the point. He usually liked those guys more, they were the quiet type. But he was trained by his every cooking mother that a good host always offers at least a drink. He reached into the picnic basket and held up a juice box, "Thirsty?"

After the offer Wendell went right back to his music, he continued to pluck at the strings until he got all the notes right. Finally he began to play the whole song, making a few more minor changes. "Now for lyrics," he picked up a note pad and made a copy of the music on it before starting to think about what kind of words would go for this kind of music. Unlike some artists, Wendell always made the music first then made the lyrics from being inspired by the music. He felt it was more real and connected.

Annabelle smiled as the girl introduced herself, a rifle huh? That was interesting! "You wana swing?" she pointed to the empty swing next to her as she started to swing her feet back and forth. She seemed far more childish than some might thing, her hood fell back to reveal her long white hair. "I always liked swinging in the park! Me and Wendell would go here all the time after the services."

Wendell had side glanced at the tech next to him, hoping he had given him a flavor he wanted. He did notice the confusion in his face as he tried to make the box release its delicious juices but he didn't say anything. Just meant the guy was from an 'uppy up' family. He had dealt with them many times during the funerals. They had no idea how to work the simplest objects that those of the peasant folk greatly enjoyed. Sometimes he introduced wonderful treats like Mr. Goodbar or Snickers to the spoiled youths. But this guy was quite a bit older than most of those kids. Maybe it was time to expose him to more things.

Annabelle watched the other girl run and jump onto the swing. She just kinda stared at her for a moment, wondering if she had gone nuts when it actually worked and the other began to swing gracefully. That was so cool! "Wow! That was really neat! I've never done that on a swing before!" she smiled to the other girl and began to match her swinging with her own. "So how long have you and your tech known each other? Wendell and I met at his house. I was looking for ghosts and instead I met him."

Wendell put his music down for now, moving his guitar aside and opened up the picnic basket. He wondered what else his mother had packed in here. There was plenty for the four of them. Tuna sandwiches, egg salad sandwiches, a few lettuce and tomato sandwiches for Wendell, a bowl of salad with smaller separate bowls for serving, peaches, apples, a couple of bananas, cookies, and of course the juice boxes. He began to spread it all out onto the cloth, knowing Anna would be hungry soon so might as well have the grub out. "You are welcome join us, my mom always packs too much. Thinks I'll waste away because I won't eat meat."

"Ah, well its nice to have someone else around who shares that taste. Never did like the taste of the stuff, much to dear mother's shagrin," he made two salads. One for him and one for Dario, as he wasn't sure if the girls would want any he left it out for them to get themselves. Little packets pulled from the bottom of the basket held 3 types of dressing; Italian, Blue Cheese, and Ranch. Wendell choose the ranch then looked to Dario, "Salad?"

Wendell was good socially at times but he could tell the other was a little uncomfortable so he didn't attempt to make long conversation and gave him a good reason not to talk. For talking with one's mouth full was hardly appropriate. He placed the egg salad and lettuce/tomato sandwiches near them then looked out to the girls.

"Anna! If you are hungry the food's out."

"I've never worn a corset before, so I wouldn't know. I prefer my robe! It's breezy!" she grinned and nodded as the girl told of her meeting with her tech. It seemed all weapons seemed to just randomly bump into their tech for no apparent reason. No one was introduced or anything, it was simply fate. Then fate intervened again when Wendell called for food.

"Alright! Grub is on! You are welcome to join us, Rayne! It seem's your tech is already helping himself! Mrs. Van de Burg is an excellent cook and always has lots of food to give us!" she hopped down from her swing at the last upward glide then took off towards the blanket.

Anna was more than happy sit down to eat. She was starving, then again she always seemed to be hungry. She used energy like a humming bird or something. She selected a tuna sandwich, an apple, a banana, and a few cookies for her meal. She smiled at the male, "Hiya! I'm Anna!"

Wendell smirked at his Weapon, wondering how she had gotten along with the goth looking girl. He put some dressing on his salad and selected a peach for his desert along with the lettuce and tomato sandwich. Dario and his weapon seemed to have an unusual partnership. They hardly seemed like a pair that would be in resonance, then again neither did he and Anna seem well matched other than their family's work.

Anna reached over and offered Rayne a juice box, "This is Rayne, Wendell. She's a sniper rifle! I've never met someone who could turn into a gun before! Most everyone else is a simple type weapon!"

"Well there are many weapons Anna, not all of them are considered ancient or peasant weapons such as yourself. Others can turn into more modern weapons," he had seen a few like the gunblade that one pair turned into.

"Oh yeah! Yeah I forget sometimes that a scythe was a farming tool," she giggled a bit and began to munch on her sandwich.

Anna couldn't help but giggle as Rayne threw an apple at her weapon. She seemed like a kid sister wanting attention from big brother. "Wendell picks on me too. I like hot chocolate which he says isn't one the food pyramid. I think he's just jealous cause I love his mother's meatloaf and he won't touch it."

"That isn't true but sugar is not the only part of a diet," he poked her in the side of the head. "You need veggies. Eat your salad and I won't tell my mom what you said about her last batch of oatmeal cookies," he grinned at her.

"You wouldn't dare!! Oatmeal doesn't belong in cookies! But don't you dare tell her I spit it out!" she squeaked and flailed at her grinning technician then proceed to pout into her tuna sandwich. She glanced at the other male sitting with them and pondered why he wasn't talking all that much. She didn't like that and, since she was sore with Wendell at the moment, she would talk to him. "You seem to eat like Wendell. Are you a vegetarian too?"

She looked to Rayne, "Why are skinny boys the vegetarians? You'd think they'd need more nutrition or something."

Wendell also kept quite. His dietary choice didn't make much sense to Annabelle either, considering she was a regular carnivore when it came to food. His mother loved to cook for her since she ate nearly anything put in front of her. He looked to the older boy with the one green eye that was exposed through his curtain of dyed black hair. He was quite handsome, quite and to the point. Wendell liked him, the guy probably was the kind that wouldn't date Wendell but ah well. Looking was nice.

He blinked a bit as Rayne suddenly attacked her tech armed with a deadly chocolate chip cookie. He brought back memories of his fights with his mother about becoming a vegetarian.

"I see you have a rather strong headed weapon as well."

Anna had to laugh a bit as Rayne suddenly tried to force feed the cookie to her tech. She had once tried that with a chicken nugget to Wendell's face. It had been an all out battle and the poor nugget and never completed it's mission. She was still determined to get the guy to eat a good rack of ribs before school was over.

She grinned at Wendell, with a look that suggested he had better watch his back or that chicken nugget would come back to haunt him.

"Yeah, Wendell's mom was really upset when he went veggie. She kept trying to make all the meals he use to love to eat but he wouldn't any more. Then there was the chicken nugget incident when..."

"Shut up Anna."

She just giggled.