Your OC is at the Beach with the One Above You!

{Beach trip with the boys~}

It was a hot summer's day at the boy's private island home, white sands crept up the shoreline as dense lush foliage walled off much of the beach from inland. Blue, white sea crashed onto the beach tirelessly as the warm salty air lingered through the summer heat.

Perched on a white sun lounger, with his metallic rifle propped against it, the owner was relatively calm and chill, soaking up the baring sun as clouds began to part with a set of shades keeping his eyes from burning from the sun's ferocious glare. Underneath a purple and white parasol was his table with a drink to keep him cool, for if it became a little too hot... or he could ask his companion for ice if he so wanted to. Speaking off, where was that lad anyway...?

Robi was practically docile as he lounged on his sunbed on the tropical beach but when Maribelle broke the silence. He never turned his head as his shades stayed motionless over his eyes as the man spoke up about weapons for the sea.

"Yeah... well... it's a finicky business... it's hard to find the resources to put things out to sea. Especially with the whole warship idea. Lotta of the stuff, others take for granted, were made especially fer survival. My planet is perilous with monsters of the like and you'd wanna have something to protect yerself with." He responded. 

Then he was asked about making a sandcastle. Normally, that was an activity that children mostly do but this man seems to be willing to form some sculptures on the beach. Finally, he moves, groaning as he shifted onto his feet and raised the sunglasses over his fringe before stretching while his tail flickered.

"I guess... we can put something together. Maybe a big fancy sand sculpture of sorts... a sphinx? Crab... the world's yer fancy." He said with a chuckle and a smile.

"I wonder if you've ever made any weapons built for the sea." Degare spoke aloud. It was a calm day, the sun pouring over the scorching sand, tropical birds zooming and dancing and squabbling amongst themselves, all just welcome enough of a sight. But, none were as fascinating as Robi was, though Degare failed personally to understand the entirety of his work. He supposed that was why he had to know, why he had to keep questioning these things. There was a newfound joy to it.

And she missed it dearly.

"Don't want to pry much, though. Not the talking type, I know that, I understand that." He paused, for a moment uneasy. He knew how irritating it was to have his boundaries overstepped, and worst of all, it could be distressing. He hoped this wouldn't be the case for Robi, who while no doubt brilliant, was also a bit cold. Degare couldn't fault him for that, either.

"But if you don't have anything... for that..." he continued on, more cautiously this time, "We could make something for the sea, or start on it." He kicked lightly at the sand. "I haven't made a sand sculpture... since..." When did he last make one? ..Oh, he couldn't remember much of anything these days, as he glumly kicked the sand again. "We could try, if you want to. Maybe it'd be..." Not fun. "Interesting."

You could hear the sound of a motorcycle roaring at a distance as Kjaya was heading back home and it was pretty late at night. She had to pass by the beach and she did take a stop to admire the waves, remembering how one of her friends mentioned how he enjoyed those and it did give her a time to admire it as well. It was until she noticed that specific friend, a well known talking car that kept her busy when she was taking care of the casino's parking lot commission. Humphrey. She stayed silent for a few seconds and decided she'd surprise him, this time silently moving her bike elsewhere and finding some place to park it.

It wasn't too long, as Humphrey would silently watch the waves come toward him and back to the sea, toward him and back to the sea in a constant calming sensation, that suddenly Kjaya climbed on top of him and showed her face infront of his windshield "HIYA HUMPHREY!" Probably scaring the shit out of him honestly considering she immediately got bucked off. Their was a painful groan followed by her laughing too much, then groaning again because her laughing now hurt. "Oh man, oh boy, mate, I'm gonna feel this tomorrow morning, haha!" as she sat down, sitting by him and giving him a cheesy grin "Sorry about that, I just couldn't resist." and she looked back at the waves, crossing her legs and taking a deep breathe of fresh air "I can see why you like hanging around here, though, Humphrey. It really is pretty calming.

Now both silently watched the ins and outs of the waves, Kjaya could find herself more relaxed. Her mind was focused on the sound it made and the birds flying around, she closed her eyes for a few seconds before smiling. Kjaya was normally a bit of a chatter box, but in a moment like this, words werent necessary. Just enjoying the waves in silence together was fun enough.

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        “The beach is such a great place to visit at night. Thank you for coming with me Kjaya.” Macie walked with Kjaya down the boardwalk. “I’m not a fan of super hot weather so I usually come at night when it’s chillier. Macie adjusts her bangs a bit. Then she turns to Kjaya, who’s in her half form. “Oh that reminds me why I wanted to talk to you. I was curious to know if you or any of your siblings would be interested in testing some werewolf friendly clothing. Basically clothes that won’t tear to shreds during transforming.” Macies cat ears flicked into the direction of some sea gulls as they flew by. “Somehow I’m going to try and make clothing that survives transformation by slipping off like skin?? Idk if that makes sense..”

Aminia ambled across the yellow sand, at her side the esteemed astrologer. The seaside was different here, with no gardens of hibiscus flowers to surround alabaster roads, palm trees swaying in otherwise silence so that she could hear how the wind brushed the leaves, how the waves slithered on and off the shoreline, the water leaving salty foam in its wake. Beyond, the sunset, a proud amber, a sight to behold. A layer of violet pinkened the orange sky, and if one looked closely enough...

"The stars have only ever been pretty to me." Aminia commented mindlessly. She stared up at those little lights, and for a while she was quiet. It was strange to view them. Strange to her, anyway, one who hadn't even a thought to research them, even in the fantastical method which her companion displayed. Would she ever be permitted?

..Who knows, really.

"You can see them more clearly from here, at least." She added, taking on that usual feminine drone. Bimboism or whatever. Kind of forced upon her here, she couldn't help it, twirling her hair and reclining against a tree. "It's more for you than it is for me, since, like, I'm no good at all this. No good at graphing them and all that. If it's astrology, it's a maybe. I'm a ribbon dancer, by the way. My star sign. That's it."

Prudence had never seen a beach before. In fact, upon making it here and learning what it was, she promptly called it a bitch and set a palm tree on fire. Whoops!

The young girl wasn't a traveler of her own will; rather, it was J who had brought her here. She had pulled the cornhusk doll Prudence haunted out of a knot of beachgrass and brought her along for the ride, perhaps unknowingly. Either way, she was stuck a mean little ghost girl now -- not that Prudence was complaining. It was good for the girl to see new sights and find places far away from her sore excuse for home; as the ghost materialized, she watched the way the wind brushed through the palm trees and the crabs that scuttled along the sand. It was peaceful here. Such a thing was unfamiliar to her. 

She imagined how nice it must feel to be alive here: to feel the sand beneath her feet, the sun kissing her cheeks, the wind combing her hair. The sea salt smell and cold ocean waves must be a pleasure, she determined, if it brought so many people out here. She could see in the distance a few beachgoers wading through the tide, smiling and laughing. Her face was fixed in a frown. 

It would only draw her ire to keep watching them. She instead focused on the little tide pool she and J lingered by, glaring down at the animals inside, whatever they were. The motley of colorful creatures were as marvelous as they were bewildering. Prudence tried to poke at some of them beneath the water; she traced her translucent fingers around the edges of a starfish, but her gaze quickly diverted to a little... thing -- it crept left and right, its hardened shell a bright blue. What on earth...?

"What is that?" She asked J, pointing in the direction of a wayfaring crab. "That thing. It's ugly. Is it a cree-chur? Or is it some sort of... demon?"

Upon listening to J explain, she scrunched her nose and mouthed the creature's name. A crab. Her mouth opened as she intended to insult it, mainly to pretend that she totally didn't think it was cool and liked looking at it -- no, never! -- but she remembered J saying she enjoyed the aquatic life that lived here. She knew her manners; and to be frank, Prudence wanted to show off to J just how well-mannered she was. She was a kid, after all; she wanted to impress anyone older than her. 

"You should catch it," she said. "And then you can have a pet. A-and you could feed it, um -- crab... food. And you could name it! I could help you name it, too. I'm good at naming things."

Prudence mulled over a few name ideas. What would be best for a crab? Sara? Ezekiel? Giles? 

     Roy inhaled deeply. The waves crashed and the seagulls cawed lazily. A cool breeze rushed by regularly, keeping away any of the hot sun rays. He sighed. It had been ages since he'd been able to relax on a beach. The last time he'd been here was... years. He was here with...

     He looked over to see a little girl running around, but something was off. They were the only two on the beach, and he didn't see anybody else even close to here. How did she even get here without him noticing? Then there was her appearance. Her face was a giveaway, but that clothing was something from a long time ago. She must be some kind of ghost, right? Or someone that really liked that clothing?

     A child ghost... Should he do something about that with his own new job? Shouldn't he be helping people on the right track? Does that include helping a kid into the afterlife?
     "Hey!" he called after Prudence. Maybe shouting and immediately B-lining for her wasn't the best first impression. "W-Wait, I just want to talk!" This was getting worse by the minute. He should just let her haunt this place.

Nethil isn't really a man for beaches, to be honest. First of all, the ambient heat alone disagrees with him horribly, and staying under the sun makes him feel like a fish about to be slowly baked, which isn't too far off, considering his being a dragon. Thankfully, nothing that a simple cooling spell won't resolve. With that, he begins to walk, not entirely certain of why he's here in the first place. Some part of him thinks he should probably go home.

And that's where he sees the blonde, the man both relatively normal-looking yet strangely noticeable, giving Nethil a peculiar sense that he can't quite name. Not really. He glances around the area, and upon confirming that the beach is relatively empty, he decides to take his chance and approach the stranger.

"Greetings," he says simply, tucking his hands into the folds of his robes. "What's a lovely young man like you doing here?"

Come on, Nethil. This man doesn't know how old you are, and you're speaking to him like you do to all the youngsters. Some part of him wants to give himself a mental slap for that greeting, of all things. Then again, it's not like he can take those words back now.