Ah, a cool night with a light breeze to keep it from getting too warm. Now Rajio had absolutely no idea where the hell he was, as he’d just entered these parts not too long ago, in search. For someone he knew, recognized easily, the only one he actually seeked in his life. Would he find him here? The chances were quite low, yet he had hope. He had to find Astro eventually. Though it was possibly he was back in Britain.

Rajio wore his more laid back clothes this night, something even he had trouble looking at himself in. Yes, very informal, just a pair of grey sweatpants and a white somewhat loose tank top. Not sleeping clothes, yet they looked more for exercise or leisure. White tennis shoes accented his outfit, and as always his silver cross was hanging about his neck. Now, here was something different. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, almost as if he were trying to avoid the people around him – which was true. He would rather avoid communication unless he started it himself.

Meh. Maybe he didn’t want to find him right now. At that thought, the vampire stopped dead. Now where was he? An amusement park? And it seemed so.. empty.. deserted.. Shaking his head, he wandered further into the place. Strange, yes, very strange… and what was that stench? Oh, vomit. Disgusting. Most probably from a child who rode the roller coaster earlier that day. Turning in circles, he vaguely wondered how he’d gotten here. Wasn’t he just walking with a bunch of people? Oh wait, that must have been an hour or two ago… Seems like someone needed a watch. To pay attention to where he was going as well.

BALLOON! There was a single balloon tied to a bench, floating in all its lonesome. Trotting up quickly, he seemed to tackle it out of the air, only to have it pop in his face as he crushed it by accident. Well, he would die mentally if anyone had saw him acting so.. ‘childish.’

Someone did. A silver haired young lady, pale skinned and blue eyed. She was wearing a shimmery blue dress, sleeveless, made of looks-like-silk. (Her own term.) And a cape, of an opaque grey material such that it looked almost made of vapour. Which was rather accurate, actually.

Naida Couren, mostly known as Ida to the, well, one person she knew, was miffed. Because she had a proprietary interest in balloons, mostly. "That wasn't very nice." Even her tone is miffed. (Which is very different from annoyed, mostly because it's much pettier and childish.)

The naiad, or once-naiad, depending on your view, wrinkled her nose at the male-person. One hand held a bunch of similar balloons, thus the reason she only put one hand on her hips. Which looked plain ridiculous, really.

What was that? Not very nice? Personally, Rajio didn't care what anyone thought about what he did. He'd do it again, now that someone had seen him. Damn.

Well, upon turning around and looking the female over, he sneered: "What do you want?" His tone almost made it sound like he'd known her for a long time, yet he had no idea who this person was. Or what she was, for that matter. No, he wasn't one to know each different kind of species. The only strange was really the scaeri, and even then the species was quite rare.

Nose in the air, a child trying to imitate an angry grownup. "Apoligize." She'd have said pay for it, if the naiad had been thinking. But she didn't think, no reason to, no wish to. Ida was fine with her head in the clouds.

Apologize? Could she really be serious? He cleared his throat.

"No." Simple as that. No. Was there really a point? It wasn't his fault.. it was just floating there all alone, and there was no one else around to try and attack. Meh. Oh well.

You'd expect her to stamp her foot and have a tantrum. Instead, Ida thought. Only a moment, and not very clearly, but she did think. "Why not? It'd be... oh, what's that word... oh. Polite. It'd be polite." The fact that being polite to an inanimate object was insane didn't occur to her. After all, she was nice to her cloud.

Rajio rose a single brow. "I am not going to apologize to that piece of garbage. Now if you don't mind... I'd like to murder those as well." He nodded towards the balloons she had, one hand on his hip in a slight mocking manner.

Anger. Not directed by thought, but still anger. Her cape ruffled, as if blown by the wind of her emotion. "You're a meanie!" Silvery hair and crystal eyes shimmered, as if seen from underwater. Anger without reason to control it is is a terrible thing. Especially when it controls a formidible amount of elemental magical power.

"Oh, don't be so childish. I mean, come on, meanie? Couldn't you think of a better word to use?" Rajio shook his head and picked up the pieces from the popped balloon. "Besides, I didn't mean to kill it. I wasn't going to pop it until later, after I had my fun with it." He pocketed the remnants of the balloon and its strings.

And now she's embarrassed. And angry for making her that, in a vague way. "Umm... no?" Helpless shrug.

The cloak is gone. A light mist is drifting the ground, twining around itself quietly. Even if the anger had been forgotten by her, her charge hadn't forgotten.

Raising a brow, he inched a bit closer to her. "What is with you and inatimate objects?"

Oh, so many balloons.. I wish I had a dart gun.

"Are they your friends or something? Maybe because you can't make any real friends?"

As the mist rises, her eyes are glowing. It hasn't happened before. She's never been angry before. Ida does not like the emotion. "I'm a water nymph. I am an inanimate object." Still with the anger. And the mist rises. Hardens. Surrounds the pair in a shell of mist- one that, if a creature tried to pass through it, would, well, not allow passage. Hardened vapour, if you will.

Rajio glanced around to the mysterious mist, "you're saying you don't have a life or any spirit?" He looked to her. "You don't look or sound inanimate to me, unless there is a different definition that I've yet to come across." He had to admit, the shell of mist around them was pretty awesome, but he didn't know whether it would be bad for him or not.

So he was not only an idiot, but an ignorant, insulting idiot? Figured. Not that Ida put any more thought into it after that observation. Too busy experiencing the novel emotion, anger. Powerful, it was.

She'd still be liquid if not for stupid global warming. "I'm a frickin' naiad. Water nymph. Incarnation of water. That means that I'm inanimate. 's not my frickin' fault humans decided to mess with the environment." Hey, she's actually talking like a human. Seems she's mastered the human insulting tone, too. How fun. Too bad it isn't in a nicer circumstance.

A tendril of mist curls around one of his ankles, tentative at first. Once secure, it tugs. Hard. I think that'll answer the question of whether or not it's hostile.