13348/What will a fisherman catch

What will a fisherman catch
Date of Scene:	21 May 2021
Location:	A somewhat secluded pier, somewhere in NY
Synopsis:	Poseidon was sitting on a dock, fishing. Yaozu comes along to fish as well. Lucifer passes through. Sinister wings by. An enjoyable conversation is had and fish is caught for dinner.4
Cast of Characters:	Poseidon, Yaozu Lin, Lucifer, Sinister

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Poseidon has posed:
There are several secluded piers in the harbors that Percy manages. Today, he occupies one in particular. At this particular one, there are a pair of cherry trees in blossom in very large pots to offer shade to those who would fish here. A single small boat is docked at the farthest end of the pier, but Percy isn't on the boat at present. Nope, he's sitting, on an old, carewarn lawn chair, leaned back and relaxed, with his feet propped up on a cooler. In his right hand, a fishing pole, a plain fishing pole, who's butt is propped along his arm and against his belly, its line extending down into the water a few feet below the edge of the pier. There's nothing in his left, but it instead has an elbow on one arm rest of the lawnchair, and is propping up his chin.

A light breeze plays through the area, setting the branches of the cherry trees to swaying. And sending the fragrant scents down and along the pier. Poseidon's eyes are closed, and he almost seems to be either enjoying the breeze, making the afternoon that much cooler thanks to the shade from the trees. Or he could be napping. Either way, he isn't moving and he doesn't seem to be paying the slightest bit of attention to the fishing pole. That pole is rather odd, for this era. There's no reel on it. It's literally just a pole with a line attached to the tip of it.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Since he'd been removed from active duty (for a very good and valid reason!), Yaozu has had a significant amount of time to be able to look into a variety of vast and assorted things. One of those things happens to be places to fish. The information about this particular pier had been not really hidden but not really easy to find, either. But it had caught his attention. And so it is that Yaozu has come here. He wears a set of old-style Chinese silk robes, the sleeves wide. The outer robe is a medium green shade (as are the pants as well) which is secured closed with a lighter green sash, the inner robe a paler shade, and the long-sleeved undershirt is white. His long black hair has been partially braided -- five braids across the top and sides of his head, and the hair from those braids then secured in a knot at the back of his head, a silver hairpin stabbed through the knot at an angle. The hairpin has a phoenix pattern at one end of it, and there are small metal feathers that dangle from it, chiming with soft sounds as he moves.

In his left hand, Yaozu carries a bamboo fishing pole -- it's in a natural colour, and collapsed into three segments in order to make it more portable. It had arrived earlier that day, in a crate of belongings sent from home. There's also a small wooden box carried in his left hand, and a water bottle that dangles from the fingers of his right hand, though his right hand is out of sight in the sleeve of the robes that he wears. A traditional conical style hat rests against his back, held by a cord around his neck. Whatever else he might have is out of sight. As he approaches the pier, he notices the fellow already there, taking a moment to look him over briefly. "Good day," he offers in greeting, and then he steps onto the pier itself.

Lucifer has posed:
After being indoors for the better part of...a long while...Lucifer's decided to take the day and go for a walk. Aimless. Wandering. Perhaps using his ability to skip through a few places to get from one area to another, finding that the city proper doesn't really hold any appeal for him in the moment. The bustling of the city reminding him of the bustling of his club and he's wanting to take a bit of distance from that. So he winds up near the harbours, finding one that's a bit secluded. The cherry blossoms remind him of better days, and he reaches a hand to touch against the trunk of one of the trees, curling fingers against the bark a bit.

The breeze brings the scent of the sea upon it, and Lucifer takes a deep breath of it. After a moment, he looks over to see Yaozu walking to the pier and shifts to look over the pier itself, seeing Poseidon there as well. A tilt of his head, he shifts forward to the beginning of the pier where it's still on the land and he smirks at the two - the one fishing and the other. Today, Lucifer's hair is blonde and his eyes are green. He wears blue jeans, a black tee shirt and tennis shoes. His appearance outside his club differing so he doesn't get readily recognized - at least not from physical appearance. Silence from him, for the moment.

Poseidon has posed:
Oh dear. Unexpected company. The God of the sea hears the approach of the robed man, simply for the chiming of the metal feathers on the man's hair pin. But he doesn't open his eyes. No, not just yet. He sighs inwardly. Disturbance. A greeting. He opens one eye, the color storm grey, the same color as stormy clouds over the ocean. They don't presently match the sky, thankfully. It's a nice blue with a few fluffy white clouds. He eyes the one who'd greeted him. "Good day," he replies. And promptly closes his eye again. The pole doesn't so much as twitch.

Silence on the part of the smirking one doesn't mean he's gone unobserved. Oh no. Percy opens his eyes and turns his head just enough to place his grey eyes upon Lucifer's person. I see you, those eyes seem to say. Or maybe, I see You. Then again, maybe not, for he turns his eyes to the sea a moment later. "That spot's no good," he says to Yaozu. "The fish avoid it. Try on my other side, about ten feet up the pier." He doesn't even look at the man as he speaks.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The Chinaman's hazel gaze turns towards the cherry trees and more specifically, to the blossoms that are so liberally upon the branches. He tilts his head faintly to one side, the scent of the blossoms reaching him, and his footsteps falter and stop. A memory teases his mind, wriggling briefly free, his gaze holding unblinkingly upon the cherry tree for a long moment before he gives his head a small shake. It takes him a moment beyond that before he turns his gaze back to the fishing fellow, and then he turns his head to follow his gaze towards the smirking blonde fellow. He offers a polite nod of greeting, but then his attention turns back to the man who is fishing, as the advice is offered in regards to the fish.

Yaozu looks to the water for a moment, then back to the seated fellow. He slightly shifts the things he carries in order to slip the back of his right hand to the palm of his left, and even though the fellow doesn't look, Yaozu still extends his arms and bows to him, respectfully. "Thank you for the advice, it is very kind of you to offer," he says softly, a smile ghosting at the corners of his lips. He straightens, accompanied by the soft sound of the silk whispering, and then he moves to follow the advice, stepping further along the pier. He settles easily, lowering into a cross-legged position there upon the pier, near to the edge of it, and he sits his water bottle aside. Interestingly, perhaps, he doesn't really look to the water. The small wooden box is set next to him, and then he fits the pieces of his fishing pole together.

Lucifer has posed:
Silence still from Lucifer as he feels Poseidon's eyes on him, that gaze that likely pierces the veil he's using to keep his appearance from being known. That smirk remains, but Lucifer does lower his head in greeting. This, dear ones who aren't around, is the reason why Lucifer now exposes his father for the jealous being that he is. Because so many gods truly exist, but his father is jealous. Angry. And the truth will keep him that way.

Still, and perhaps finally, he makes his way further down the pier until he's on Poseidon's left side where nothing would be hindered. "The fish don't seem to be biting anywhere on this pier. Or are you just here for the peace of it that we now interrupt and didn't expect to catch anything anyway?" Asking before he glances to the Chinaman, watching as he puts that pole together and then he moves and sits crosslegged on the pier itself, looking over the edge to perhaps gaze upon a creature or few in the waters below.

Poseidon has posed:
Those blossoms really are quite thick, and so very pink. It's lovely and smells good too. Percy's stormy eyes shift to the young man as he gets lost in that moment. By the time Yaozu comes out of it, Percy's eyes have closed again. He looks so very comfortable, and other than his head and eyes, he hasn't moved at all. He doesn't move as the thanks come his way, but he does nod to them. "No problem."

Oh yes, there's as much piercing thhe veil with Poseidon looking at Lucifer as there likely is with Lucifer looking at Poseidon. Like calls to like, and gods can generally recognize each other on sight. Okay, so Lucifer isn't excatly a god like Poseidon is, but it's close enough.

Finally he opens his eyes again, and sits up. "The fish are biting. You just aren't seeing them doing the biting," he says. There's a very slight change in his expression, almost a smile, but not quite. Of course, the beard hides quite a bit. "Peace comes in many forms. Perhaps our iterruption is a form of that peace that was meant to be?"

Yaozu Lin has posed:
There's a glance that's cast briefly towards the blonde man who has come to sit on the pier, though Yaozu's attention doesn't linger. There is naught that allows him to perceive the fellow's true identity. He shifts slightly, drawing his feet a touch further beneath himself. Once the fishing rod has been assembled, Yaozu slides it so that the top end of it rests above his lap. He reaches out to the small wooden box, picking it up and bringing it to his lap. After opening the box, Yaozu works on stringing the fishing pole, for it has no reel upon it on account of being an older sort of thing. He is quiet whilst he whilst he begins the task, unravelling silk thread from a wooden spool.

He glances aside from his task and he makes a soft 'mm' sound to acknowledge what the other fisherman had said, a ghost of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "It is easier to feel them biting than to see them biting," Yaozu says softly, a hint of his accent showing in his words. He is quiet a moment, considering, and then he tilts his head faintly to one side, his gaze lifting towards the cherry blossoms. "An interruption does not mean that peace is disrupted or broken. A stone dropped into water will create a ripple that speaks of its passage," he muses, a thoughtful tone to his voice. He finishes with securing the string to the end of the pole, and then he reaches to the wooden box to retrieve a small hook onto which he secures what appears to be a small ball of some kind of dough.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer gives a sort of scoffed chuckle before he seems satisfied from looking over the edge of the dock. "Well. I am not a fisher of men. Nor am I a fisherman. I just wanted some time outside." He confesses, looking around and taking another breath of air. "I will leave you two to your quiet fishing meditations." With that, the man turns and wanders off, though it also seems like he just...disappears. With no indication of him ever being there.

Poseidon has posed:
Well. One indication. Memory. The fact that he was there is in Poseidon's memory at the very least. "Take care," replies Poseidon. He doesn't watch the man go off to wherever it is he's going. Nope. He stares out at the ocean. He turns his gray eyes to Yaozu briefly at the man's words, then looks back toward the water. Or maybe the tip of his pole. "Indeed. It is much easier to feel, especially when it's naught but a nibble," he says.

"Ripples that mark a passage are at least something different than every day occurances." He turns again, now watching what the dark haired man is doing with his fishing pole. "A man after my own heart," he says. "Though reels have their place with some other sorts of fish. Big ones, mostly. What sort of bait is that?"

Yaozu Lin has posed:
There is a glance cast towards the blonde man by Yaozu, and he inclines his head slightly towards the fellow. "Be well," offers the Chinaman. It is perhaps an interesting or strange thing that Yaozu seems to look to anywhere but the water. His hazel gaze turns towards the other fisherman, and he tilts his head a touch to one side before giving a small nod. "It is," Yaozu agrees, a smile ghosting his lips briefly. "Such a small vibration and yet it travels well up the line and through the pole. Many fish will come and test a thing that is in the water, with a small nibble," he adds.

"Every day occurrences can become... expected things. Different things tend to make days more interesting," he says softly. He secures the hook to the opposite end of the line that has been secured to his pole, though he doesn't move to let it fall into the water just yet. His gaze returns back to the grey-eyed man, and he tilts his head faintly to one side. "Mm. Yes. They have their place, with bigger fish. What they tend to call, I think... 'sport fish'? I have seen small fish leap and flip and dance across the water in an attempt to free themselves of a hook and return to the watery depths. I give back the ones that are too big, the ones that are too small, and keep only those that I will eat. This," he says softly, lifting his right hand to gesture slightly towards his pole, "It is how I was taught to fish." He lifts his right hand further up then, his hand coming from within his sleeve and showing both rings that he wears as he reaches back to retrieve his hat in order to settle it atop of his head. "It is a bait that I made... it has rice flour, ground dried corn, treacle, garlic, and water," Yaozu explains, his chin ducking slightly.

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon puts the odd blonde fellow out of his mind, for now, but that one might be worth chatting with later. The philosophy might be good. For now, he studies the younger man. Not that Percy really looks all that old, except for the grey in his beard and hair. Or, well, it's not so much that the silver is /in/ his hair and beard, as his hir and beard /are/ silver. It's not a mix of dark hairs and white hair to get the grey effect. It really is all silver.

"Why do you come to fish if you're wary of the water?" He's curious, he is. And pauses for an answer, or not, before he speaks to other things. "Sport fish, yeah. Marlins and sailfish. Mahe mahe and tuna. Big boat over yonder," he says, and nods toward a large boat on the next pear over, gleaming and white with a nice large deck on the back, "Is rigged for the bigger sport fish. Tomorrow, a tour is going out to find some of them. If you're bored, there's a spot left." He considers, then smiles, an expression that shows mostly in how his eyes crinkle up. "Don't worry about catching more than you can eat. All extras go to homeless shelters to help feed the people that need it."

There's a glance to the bait mentioned, then Percy looks back up to the man's face. "You might try adding a it of hamburger or sausage to it next time. Most fish are carnivores." There's a pause, and Percy adjusts his fishing rod. "Percy."

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The blonde fellow is equally put out of Yaozu's mind, though he didn't really find anything particularly odd about him other than the short period of time that he spent on the pier. Yaozu had noticed the colouration of the other fisherman's hair and found it to be interesting, though he says naught about it.

He lowers his right hand to the hook, to pick it up from where it rests in his lap, and he goes very still when the other man asks about his wariness of the water. He doesn't look to the fellow, his hazel gaze instead turning towards the nearest of the cherry trees as though admiring the blooms. Yet there's a moment where his thoughts are anywhere but here, instead being miles away. Then he softly clears his throat before picking up the hook a bit further and tossing it out into the water. He reaches out for the pole, moving it to be holding the base of it, his gaze focused on the end of it. "I like to eat fish, and they taste better when they are fresh," he says quietly. And it would seem, at least for a moment, that he has no intention of elaborating further on that. Until he does, at least. "I do not swim," he adds. This is true, although it is only a part of the truth.

When the large boat is mentioned, Yaozu looks to it for a moment, studying it, and then he gives a small shake of his head. "I appreciate the mention, thank you... the space would be better used by another," he says softly, one of his eyebrows quirking up just slightly. To be on a boat, out on the water? His shoulders shift slightly, an effort to prevent a slight shiver from chasing his spine. He doesn't like that thought -at all-. He tilts his head slightly to one side, his gaze turning towards the other fisherman, studying him for a moment. "Perhaps fate will be kind with what is caught, then. I do not mind it going to a worthy cause that is in need," he says softly, a smile touching at the corners of his lips.

"Most are, yes. I will try to remember that, for next time. Thank you," he adds, a smile easily returning to his features, and he nods. "It is an honour to meet you, Percy. I am Yaozu. Lin Yaozu," he offers, lifting his gaze to meet the other fellow's. He had promised his shifu that he would try, after all.

Sinister has posed:
It isn't unusual to have a sea-eagle pass over the coastline. America is full of them, with their white heads and golden brown bodies (The adults at least). It IS slightly more unusual to have an osprey pass on by. More so when there's a small flock of them -- three, perhaps a family unit and they wheel along the coast, rising and falling as they search for something or another.

The largest of them backwings to a landing on the top of a small yacht mast, fluffs wings and shuffles along to the masthead itself, to watch with its fierce yellow eyes. The other two land nearby, one beside, one below and they seem to all be looking somewhat collectively.

Maybe it's the potential of fish? Thoroughly logical though that would be, the large osprey looks like he's studying.

Poseidon has posed:
That hair is almost the color of whitecaps on a stormy ocean, but just a little more silver to it. Poseidon bobs his pole up, once, and then lets it rest back how it had been. He lowers his head to rest his cheek on his upturned palm again, though this time his full attention seems to be on the man, rather than on the peace of the place and activity.

"It is true. They do taste better fresh." He looks curious again. "Ah. If I couldn't swim, I think I'd be wary of the sea too. Not a place you want to be without great care. The sea is an unforgiving Lady. She'll drown you as fast as anything if you're not careful." He seems in agreement, about Yaozu skipping a fishing trip. That's probably for the best, given he can't swim. "If you change your mind, let me know. It's perfectly safe. There are life jackets and flotation devices." Well. And the God of the Sea, but he leaves that portion unsaid.

"Pleasure to meet you, Lin Yaozu. Hm. Chinese?" His attention is drawn away by the ospreys. They're not that unusual a sight along the coast, any bit of coast with fish in the water, but that many flocked together? That /is/ an unusual sight. Poseidon studies them, his expression going somewhat thoughtful. His head remains propped up by his hand, and his position doesn't change at all, but for where he happens to be looking.

After a few moments, he twitches the pole and flips the line out of the water and up onto the dock. A fish flops there. He straightens to claim the fish, holding it through one gil. He removes the non barbed hook, and then flings it up toward the trio of ospreys. The bare hook remains bare as he drops it, and the line, back into the water.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
There's a glance cast out over the boats, and though Yaozu notices the osprey, he doesn't pay them a lot of attention beyond watching them for a moment before his attention turns back to the end of his pole. Watching it, and ignoring the water. Yet he does more than simply watch the pole for signs of a fish nibbling his bait, for he pays attention to the feel of it as well.

"Sometimes, taking the word of another as to when the fish has been caught and how long it has been dead is... questionable, at best. There is more to fishing than catching fish. It was... a rewarding way of teaching me patience when I was younger," Yaozu admits, giving a small and single nod. He turns his gaze from the end of his pole and back to Percy, watching him. "I try to be careful around water of any particular depth. I would prefer to avoid experiencing what drowning might feel like," he says softly. He already knows what it feels like to not be able to get enough air fast enough. "I will let you know, if I change my mind. It is unlikely, and appreciated," he says softly, a smile touching his lips briefly. He doesn't trust water of any particular depth. He has reasons.

Yaozu tilts his head a touch to one side, and then he gives a small nod. "Yes," he says, pausing briefly, "Half Chinese. Half Japanese." Lightly, he bobs the pole, and thus the silk line and bait, within the water, the movement slow. He's not in a hurry to catch fish. There's a glance towards the fish that Percy brings out of the water, and he gives a small nod. "Checking to see if they are hungry?" he asks, curious.

Sinister has posed:
The largest Osprey ruffles the feathers of his rump with his beak, whirrs his tail, then returns to watching, head cocking to hawk-eye both the men down below. Feathers fluff, then he shakes himself and...

Then he looks up, four more Osprey arrive, winging in from the opposite direction, to land on a different mast. All seven of them shuffle about, get settled and then turn to staring at the party of two down below. Cheque please?

The smallest Osprey swoops down, landing on the gasping fish and dispatching it with its talons. A strip is taken, then it wings up to the roost with the others, the piscean offering bent over the beam and broken by its grip. It then seems to simply let the fish... dangle there, with a strip of meat hanging from the edge of its beak, almost like it forgot its stomach.

Two more ospreys arrive. They land on a nearby tree, instead. Shuffle-shuffle, stare.

Poseidon has posed:
"Oh, trusting another with your fish is always at least a little bit questionable. Unless it comes to you, still alive, in a tank or cooler of water of some sort. I don't blame you. I like my fish fresh too." Well, of course you do, Poseidon! He chuckles. "It would be good way to reward patience. Afterall, if you're patient enough, there's a tasty fish afterward." He makes no further comment on how harsh the ocean can be. That is clearly already known.

"Ah. Your name reflects that. Good name. Strong name." He nods about the osprey. "Yup." More or less. "I don't mind sacrificing a fish or two to the birds. Birds eat fish. Fish eat birds. It's life." But as what happens with the fish happens, Percy goes a bit still. "Well. If this isn't odd... They don't usually flock quite like this." And for them to take, but then forget about fresh food? Still, Poseidon resumes his previous posture. Leaned to the side on the worn lawnchair, left elbow on the arm rest, hand propping up his head. Right hand holding the pole. Feet resting atop a cooler.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The Chinaman turns his gaze back to the flock of osprey, studying them as more arrive. This is becoming something of a curious thing. One of his eyebrows quirks up a little bit as he looks over the assortment of them, and there's a slight frown that touches his lips. "A fair number of them, it seems," Yaozu says softly, sounding a touch puzzled.

His hazel gaze turns back to Percy, and he ducks his chin, his gaze falling at the compliment of his name. "Thank you. It is very kind of you to say," Yaozu says softly, a hint of colour showing in his cheeks. His attention turns back to the osprey, watching them, and he gives a nod of agreement. "It seemed odd to me as well. To kill it and then to simply... not eat. It is a strangeness. Do you suppose that they could be ill?" he asks, curious.

Sinister has posed:
The smallest Osprey shakes its head a few times, feathers fluffing and then flattening, seems to get its act together and stares down at the fish. Soon, it is tucking in. One of the others gets curious, flits over, shares the kill after a bit of a squabble, making off with the tail end.

The rest though, remain gazing. The largest of them gives the trademark kee-kee-kee-kee call and then all settle on the same mast. One by one, they seem to 'come to their senses' and fish for a fish, coming up with small catches with a great deal of accuracy, which is also a trademark of the species. The largest though, remains surveying his Minions with a bright yellow eye.

And of course the fishermen below.

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon makes a thoughtful sound. "Ill or perhaps something 'other'," he says softly. "I'm not sure which. Maybe they flew through contaminated air." It's really interesting! And then the birds slowly resume normal behavior. "Curiouser and curiouser," he says. He shakes his head and turns back to his fishing pole.

Then, as though suddenly thinking of something, he drops his feet from off the cooler. He opens the cooler and gets out two bottles. One is sat on the arm of his chair. The other is tossed, much as he had to the birds, over to the Chinaman. "Catch," he says. It's a microbrew of some sort. The label says 'Stormbringer, Ale of the Gods'. It appears to be nicely malty with an overtone of huckleberry.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
As the osprey's behaviour takes a slant towards normal, Yaozu makes a soft grunt of sound before lifting one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. "I do not know very much of birds," he says softly. Despite the fact that he's becoming one, sort of. He watches them for a moment longer yet, and then he gives a small shake of his head. "Perhaps they are used to fishermen feeding them?" he wonders aloud. "It would seem there are many options that could be the case," he says in a thoughtful tone.

Yaozu listens as Percy lowers his feet from the cooler and opens it, noting the sounds that removing the bottles makes. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and though he doesn't seem to look towards the fellow, there is a small shift of his gaze. His left hand remains upon his fishing pole, nad he lifts his right hand to easily catch the bottle, cushioning the moment of it somewhat. Then he turns his gaze more fully to Percy, and he bows while seated. "Thank you," he says, a smile touching his lips. He secures his pole, eyeing it for a moment, and then he opens the bottle before taking a drink of it.

Sinister has posed:
The normality of sharing a beer, despite the odd label of it, appears to be the impetus for the flock of Osprey to take to the wing once again. Nothing is left of the kills they made, small though they were. Only the largest remains, for long enough to look long and hard at both men below once again, then he too, takes flight, winging along the coast once more.

Poseidon has posed:
"I only really have much of a clue about sea birds," replies Percy. "It's possible. Fishermen. But most fishermen don't usually feed them much." Yes, Percy's a bit different! "No problem," he replies, about the beer. Though it appears to need a bottle opener, it is in fact a twist top, and so opens very easily.

As the largest of the ospreys stares them down again, Poseidon stares right back. There's something about that bird that tickles at the back of his mind, but with a human sitting right there, there's very little he can do to investigate right now.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The Chinaman looks back towards the osprey as they take to the sky once again, and then he lifts one of his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. Strange, but not beyond the realm of possible things. Could they have been magicked? Yaozu isn't sure, given that he's only just recently been introduced to magic. It's got a significant grey area surrounding it.

"Perhaps I will have to learn about some birds," he says, a thoughtful tone to his voice. He takes another sip of the beer, and then he sets the bottle aside next to him, picking up his pole in his left hand. "I imagine most fishermen would not be so willing to give up their catch. Though most likely do not consider that they are, in a way, stealing the catch from the birds to begin with," he says softly. He doesn't necessarily look at things the same way that others do either. "It has a good flavour," he says, giving a glance towards the bottle of beer sitting next to him before he looks to the end of his fishing pole. He lightly bobs the bait a little bit, then tilts his head faintly to one side before the fingers of his left hand move, swiftly pulling up the pole in order to lift the hook -- complete with a fish wriggling from it. He seems pleased, his eyes showing a sparkle to them and a smile quirking the corners of his lips.

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon watches the birds until they're gone. Only then does he turn his attention back to his drink. He opens it and tucks the lid back into the cooler. "Toss your lid in the cooler if you like. I recycle all of them," he says. He smiles, it crinkles his eyes. "Learning about new things is always a worthy endeavor. I approve." He leans back in the chair again, adopting his previous posture once more, only now his hand holds his beer instead of propping his head. He takes a drink of it now and again.

"Nah. Most fishermen aren't really stealing their catches. If you go by that thinking, then other fish and dolphins, wales, octopi, and the like are all stealing the birds' catches. It's survival of the fittest, in the ocean. It's the one place that is still truly wild and untamed." Probably only because humans can't really go into the depths just yet.

"I'm glad you like it." He takes another drink of it himself as well. It really is good beer. "Nice catch," he says, voice approving. Nope, he hadn't even had anything to do with it. Though he can feel where the fish are, for the most part, he isn't using his powers to fish. That would be unsportsmanlike.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
There's a glance towards the bottle cap that's sitting within his lap where he had placed it, and then he gives a nod before moving a hand to pluck it up. His hazel gaze turns towards the cooler, and then he lightly tosses the lid towards it. He has pretty good aim, and he seems even more so since his vision has changed. "I recycle as much as what I am able to," he says, a smile touching at the corners of his lips. He tilts his head faintly to one side, and then he gives a small nod, his chin ducking a touch. "Thank you. I try to keep an open mind, to be willing to learn new things. It tends to serve me well, often," he says softly, a thoughtful tone to his voice.

Yaozu tilts his head slightly to one side, one of his eyebrows quirking up a little bit, and then he gives a small shake of his head. "Ah, no. Not quite? The animals compete with one another for the same food source, that is true, but... that is more accurately survival of the fittest. When people are involved, it is... less so. People seem to have a tendency of taking more than what is necessarily needed, more than what is healthy to take," he says softly, his tone thoughtful.

Yaozu tilts his pole in order to bring the fish over the pier and thus closer to him. He reaches out a hand to easily take hold of the fish before slipping the hook from it's mouth. He takes a moment to consider the size of the fish, and then he looks to Percy before giving a small nod. "It is, thank you. I was hoping to catch one that would be big enough to share for dinner, and this one will be perfect," Yaozu says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reaches to the wooden box, this time to retrieve a length of silk cord that's looped at both ends. One end is slipped through the fish's mouth and gill, then through the loop at the other end to keep the fish held upon the cord, and then he easily slips the fish into the water to keep it alive for the time being.

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon keeps the cooler lid open until the other bottle cap, Yaozu's, has been tossed within. Then he closes it. He puts feet back on top of the cooler and gets all kinds of settled in. And then his phone beeps. He is a harbormaster as well as being God of the Sea, so of course he has a phone. He signs and digs it out, and turns the screen on. "Pardon, I need to take this." He rises to his feet and wanders up the dock, answering it.

There's a quiet murmur of his voice, but it's indistinct, and even with Yaozu's hearing as good as it is, no words can be understood. Just the sound of his voice. Magic? It all but has to be. It takes him a few minutes before he ends the call and walks back, fishing pole still in hand. Only now, the line gets pulled up from the water and looped to the end of the pole.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted, and nice meeting you, but duty calls," he says. He gathers his cooler and lifts the strap over his arm. The end of the pole gets tucked into a side pocket on it. The chair is folded up and gathered and the top of it tucked over his lower arm. The beer is gathered up, and he salutes Yaozu with it. "Take care, Lin Yaozu. Until next time." and with that, Persy turns and walks off down the pier, soon disappearing from view around a corner.

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The Chinaman glances over to Percy when he hears the phone beep, though he doesn't ask after it. He has his own device on him as well, tucked in one of his pockets. "Of course," Yaozu says, inclining his head towards him. He glances briefly towards the fish that he had caught where it swims in the water, and seems satisfied and pleased with it. It will be perfect for himself and Liansong. He reaches to the hook at the end of the line, and then he unties it before tucking it back into the wooden box. The silk thread is next to be removed, and he winds it up around the spool where it had been before he started. Then he takes apart the pole, back into the three pieces it had been in.

Yaozu doesn't try to listen in to the conversation -- that would be rude and impolite. And he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to take apart his fishing gear, though he had accomplished his intention and he likely should be headed back in the direction of the base soon. The wooden box is secured closed once again, and he finishes off the bottle of beer that he'd been given, then tucks the empty into Percy's cooler for it to be recycled.

He picks up the cord with his fish dangling from it, then rises to his feet as he turns to look to Percy. "It has a way of doing that. Duty," he says, a smile touching his lips. "Thank you. Take care as well," he offers in turn, half bowing. He watches the fellow for a moment, and then he heads off back in the direction that he had come.