kabarabara!

"If I’m not mistaken…" With one hand he lifted the tail end of the bike, so the wheel would lift off the ground. With the other, he grasped a pedal and started to turn. Sure enough, the wheel turned with the movement. "See? Like this." Not that it exactly showed him how to ride it. "And to make it stop…"

He pulled back the other direction to demonstrate, nodding when the wheel stopped in place. Satisfied, he set the thing back down, then stood back up.

"Only.. you have to do it with your foot." He gestured to his own foot when he said the word, just in case the point didn’t quite get across.

Of course, if his powers were unlimited then none of this would be a problem in the first place. There were times when he missed being able to take on his jackal form and run without the risk of exhaustion.

He stopped a few feet away from Dorian and pointed at the bike with a single black fingernail, his carefully-constructed body language almost accusatory in nature. Convenience was one thing, but how was he supposed to balance on something that looked as if it could topple over in so much as a slight breeze?

"Sit?" The god requested, pointing twice more for emphasis. "You... Sit?"

"… You’re the one who crashed the play."

It was then that he noticed the Egyptian’s attire. With a quick glance from Anubis to the flyer and back again, He asked something he knew he’d more than likely get a (seemingly) nonsensical answer to.

He looked down at himself when he saw the much taller god observing his state of dress, his ears raising slightly. He felt disinclined to lie, mostly because Thor's presence wouldn't be entirely unwelcome -- in his opinion, the other gods were much noisier, and thus became infinitely more difficult to tolerate. It wouldn't be the end of the world if he had some company along the way.

The tiniest of smiles appeared on the Nordic god’s face. He had heard that there was an event the entire city had been invited to attend, but he wasn’t really that interested until he read the flyer.

The last time (and only other) time he had been at a beach “party,” a sudden and unnatural weather change had left the group unable to do anything but watch fireworks. Hopefully this time, things would work out better.

Anubis peered around the corner at a familiar (and very tall) individual, caught between rushing over to greet him and staying hidden. Seeing as he was acquainted with both organizers of the party, he figured that attending such a large gathering wouldn't be too awful -- but shyness still got the best of him once he spotted Thor, anchoring him to where he stood.

Eventually he padded out from behind the building, his bare feet tapping against the pavement. He was already dressed for the beach, clad only in a pair of black swim trunks and his jewelry, so his destination was obvious enough.

Maybe, though, a little nudge would help things along.

Stepping across the road, he stopped several feet short of the still-stranger, enough to at least keep a safe distance. One could never be too careful.

"If you’d like, I could show you how it works."

"Ka... Bara." He looked from Dorian to the new bicycle, his shoulders hunched with caution. Slowly, as if he feared the contraption might spring up and bite him, he slunk over to its wheels and gestured to them with an accusatory point of his finger. Wheels usually made things go, but he wasn't sure how to go about making it happen; at this point, aid was welcomed, even if it was from someone he didn't quite trust.

Spirits? He cocked his head. He doesn’t normally see spirits though he thinks he’s seen some on some particularly eerie nights. Also he was 99% sure that there had been a ghost at really shiny place where his master worked. Who knows maybe he concentrated real hard and focused he could start seeing them more often.

Of course, there were many bodies which he didn't get to in time; human bodies, specifically, as he'd kept his focus on deceased animals for the most part. Human spirits were sometimes malevolent, so it was likely for the best that none of them were still awaiting passage into the afterlife.

He told Herman of the Long Day's aftermath and spoke of how many restless spirits he'd attempted to quell, his kicked-up legs calmly swinging behind him as he spoke. It was strange, he continued, that most people couldn't see the spirits that walked this earth, trapped between life and death -- to him, they were plain as day.

"Ka baraba?" He asked, rolling onto his side and stretching. Can you see them, Mr. Pig?

Anubis dropped the act and sat beside his oinking companion, extending a hand in order to scratch the little creature between his ears. As usual, the Egyptian god was poking around in search of something interesting -- only this time, it seems the interesting thing found him instead!