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

Míriel possibly looked like a fish out of water in the middle of that beach. She started acting like what others would describe as childlike - she removed her shoes to feel the sand under the soles of her feet, and mused about how immense the sea looked. But on her defense, that could be expected from a simple farm girl such as herself - this was the very first time she was at sea shore.

How she ended up here? Of course - it was because that one young man who would often visit her flower shop. He had invited her to go to the beach - or it might've been the other way around; after he talked about the times he went there in the past. Whether way, she was here now, and she planned to make this a memorable day - even if it meant distancing herself from the pink-haired young man who seemingly disliked the sun.

Wearing a simple dress, the farm girl ran to the water, and, let her cupped hands fill with water before throwing it up, soaking herself, and a blonde girl in the process.

"Arra, I didn't see you there!" Míriel cried. "I'm much of the sorry! It's just the first time I've been to a beach like this, y'know, so it's very of the exciting for me and..." And how about turn this into a brighter situation? "...And it's very of the hot, ain't it?" A huge, somewhat mischievous grin formed in her lips before she splashed water at Ace's direction. She let out a hearty laugh - ready to continue this 'war' if Ace was willing to, or apologize if she had accidentally upset her. Whether way, the ever-so carefree farm girl wanted to make a new friend in this memorable day; after all, she didn't know if she'd ever have the chance to visit a beach again.

"By the way, I'm Míriel," she smiled, placing her hands on her hips. "What's your name?" She closed her eyes for a moment to feel the breeze against her face. "I've never been to a beach before, but it's so pleasin', ain't it?"

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After changing into an adorable looking one piece swimsuit, Yoko decides to walk up to the redheaded farm girl.

"Hello, Míriel-san! I'm glad you're here with me, since I wanted to meet up with someone who I knew for my first time at this beach!" :D

The duo decide to order some ice cream, Míriel ordering Mint Chocolate Chip and Yoko ordering Vanilla.

"Mmm~ This cone is great, and I want to try Mint Chocolate Chip next time!" :3

Afterwards, the two decide they want to play in the calm ocean shore nearby, in the area where the water is still shallow.

"Ah! This is lots of fun! And this is also my first time splashing water like this!"

They play in the water for a half hour, them getting tired afterwards and deciding to sit somewhere with Yoko putting a towel down so they can sit down.

"Thanks a bunch for accompanying me here today, Míriel-san! The others would have come, but my moms are busy with something that Christina-san and Charlotte-san wanted them to do and my classmates from school went on a short vacation with their parents, so they won't be back for a few more days~" uwu

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kafkaesque

(Don't worry, I liked the scene you made with Beatrice, and I also think this is Yoko's first interaction with her if i'm not mistaken too, so that made me happy to read it too :3 XD

Also, I like the idea of Yoko trying out Poffins as well x3)

Yoko takes the PokéDollars from the woman and thankfully, Yoko is as clueless as ever, at least about the whole "murder scene" thing~

"Okay, and i'll take up your offer on the Poffin thing! Thanks a bunch, and it's going to be interesting trying out delecacies from the world Hilda-san, Bianca-san, Cheren-san, Hilbert-san and N-sama were originally from too!" :3

my response isn't. super long, but it does somewhat discuss dead bodies and decay (nothing too graphic, but still worthy of a warning since it's more than just passing mentions), so I'll be placing it under a spoiler for others' sake!!

follow-up time. we finally fucking did it. we made buff women interact.

"I'm not sure what you hope to find here," Leika said. She hissed under her breath while kicking up some sand. "Those Zeewolven hide their goods rather well. They áre smugglers after all," she warned the journalist. "I'm sure they just don't leave their ships in the open. Even their broken ones."
Thank the Void it wasn't raining for once, still, the cold wind that drifted from the ocean made Leika shiver. She held her ears pricked underneath the hood of her oil-jacket. Her fingers were stiff and red.

"I don't like the cold," she complained in true Easterling fashion. "I also don't like the wind. It makes my nose run." To illustrate a point, the Easterling pointed at her face then sniffled. Leika frowned. For a few seconds, her running nose was the only sound on the abandoned beach.
"It's strangely quiet here don't you think?" Leika said. No seals, no gulls. The entire beach seemed to be empty beside the two of them. Uneased Leika pressed her lips on a thin line.
"I never saw it so silent before," she said. "There is something wrong," she added in a softer tone. Leika's hand reached for her gun as she stepped closer to the elderly party.
"You sure your intel was correct? And not some trap Nathaniel has spring for us?" She asked. The Gunslinger's ears twitched as her nose wobbled. "Fine." She replied to Beatrice's words. A bit eased by her reassurance. Why would he attack the two of them anyway? Leika was as important as Nathaniel's shoe sole and Beatrice wasn't from old blood. They had nothing to worry about…. Right?
Right. There was no need to act so paranoidly… yet. There must be an explanation for the quiet. Maybe nobody dared to go outside in this dreadful weather. Leika couldn't blame them.

With her hands now deep in the pockets of her oil-jacket Leika stove after Beatrice. When the journalist had asked her to tag along, Leika had expected something exciting. Fighting Nathaniel for example. Or fending off seagulls. Whatever. Leika was down to clown, as long as it packed some sort of action. She hadn't expected to just shuffle over the beach. Kick up some sand and look for an old smuggler's inland-ship. It sounded cool on paper but in practice…. Ugh
If Beatrice's intel was correct: and it was, there must be a small boat located nearby. Rejected and jammed in the mud of an unseen sandbank.
Leika regained all her excitement when she saw the inland-shipper. A small wooden boat that was flooded up to its hull. Only it's mast was straight.
"There!" Leika cried out. As if Beatrice hadn't seen the ship herself. "You're man was right! There is a ship here!" Leika said. The gunslinger jumped up and down. This was the shit that she was talking about! A sunken ship, in the middle of nowhere; with no guards or sign of smugglers. What could possibly go wrong?

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Leika's entire reaction this interaction

How Brown managed to haul Minou's ass to the beach without the bird going apeshit and trying to maul anyone who got too close to her owner... Was, well, a bit of a mystery! She was supposed to come along with her owner to protect the fossil cart while she went off excavating for fossils - but alas, Minou had other plans.

It all started when the bird has the (mis)fortune to see a shimmer from afar. The bird had seen it from the corner of her eye, prompting her to look over at the flash of reflected light, then let out a loud chirping noise. Promising. However, at that time, she wasn't pissed... Just intrigued. So, Minou flapped her wings and chirped again, though it was unfortunately rather unclear as to whether she was trying to get Brown's attention or was just... Intrigued.

So, it wasn't long before the bird looked around to see whether Brown was returning from a round of digging, then just... Flew off. Adieu, dipshit. As Brown would remember the hard way, Minou had a primordial obsession with shiny things, and this could've all been prevented if Brown remembered to bring that one whistle one of her not-sons gave her a while back... But it was too late, Minou was gone, and Brown was going to return to find that her beloved avian companion was nowhere to be seen. How tragic!

As for the bird herself, she soon found herself close to the sea. For the most part, the other beachgoers ignored her presence, but there was no denying the fact that seeing a huge ass multicolored bird in the middle of a public place was definitely bound to attract some attention- Not that Minou cared, surprisingly enough. She started to hiss and scream as she settled near the water, then kicked at the waves with her stupid little bird feet. Who cared if she hit someone with chunks of wet sand? She was having fun-

And then she saw the shiny thing again... But this time in the form of a piscine dragon. Oh! Brown never fed Minou fish! To say that her avian brain cell had imploded was an understatement, but... Minou was intrigued nonetheless. She chirped once more and took a step closer, her pupils dilated while she studied this... Creature. He reminded her of a fish, in a way, but also... Not really. For one thing, he was huuuuuuge compared to a normal fish, as her definition of "normal" when it came to fish was mostly sardines... And the occasional catfish. Catfish were nothing compared to this whopper.

Minou thus opted for the next best option, which was to try swooping in and picking him up with her talons. Was she going to get sprayed with water? Be wrestled into the ocean? Who knows! She thought he was shiny, and so she was going to investigate-

"There you fucking are!" shouted a familiar voice from afar. Minou let out a jarring squawk in response as she reeled her head back, then realized- Oh shit. "You little..." Brown was about to spit before realizing that her bird was just trying to bother her one-time acquaintance. After gently coaxing Minou into her arms, where she laid like a feathery cat, Brown raised a brow at the dragon before grunting, "Were you fucking trying to eat my bird? Also..." Brown glanced over her shoulder, then grimaced slightly. "... I am surprised that you are out here, considering that it does get crowded at times, but... Uhhh... As long as you didn't try fighting with my bird, it's good to see you again - I suppose."

Minou, harassing Aiden literally minutes later for more shells. mom said it's my turn for a follow-up.

Aiden blinked slowly while he stood in his spot. His calves were currently halfway submerged in the water. After Aiden waded along in the water, he bent down to examine a white glint in the sand. He used one of his hands to dig up the spot, lifting the white item up to examine it better. Upon confirming that he found a seashell, he opened up his closed fist, dropping it in the miniature handful of shells he was holding.

However, upon hearing a hissing noise, the teenager abruptly furrowed his eyebrows. He tilted his head up, then stared back at the feathered menace standing in front of him. While he watched the raptor puff out her feathers, he straightened his posture back up and gently clenched his fist back up. He turned around and started to wade away, only stopping as soon as he noticed that Minou was following him.

"Ugh, no, go away! Is your owner even..." Aiden abruptly stopped speaking, pausing to glance around to search for Brown. Upon narrowing his eyes, he noticed the woman walking towards the tide.  He then returned his gaze to Minou, allowing his lips to purse into a pout before he shoved his seashells in his pockets.

"Look, I have nothing for you, you fuckin' brat," Aiden grunted, pausing to take a step closer to the shore. However, he abruptly stopped as soon as he examined the bird's actions again. He took a step back, drying his hands using his shirt before planting his hands on his hips.

"What do you want from me? Ooh, wait, do you want..." Aiden paused to think, allowing his lips to twitch into a smirk. He nudged a couple of fingers back into his pocket, pulling out a seashell before presenting it to the bird.

"...this? You're gonna have to go get it!" As soon as he made sure Minou saw the shell, he reeled his arm back and chucked it over the avian's head. He watched Minou, hoping that she would chase it so that he could retreat.

With Cashmere coiled around her neck, Smith hummed and stroked her ferret creature’s fur before turning to face the teenager and chirping, “Oh, I haven’t been to the beach in a while, if I’m going to be honest with you! The closest I’ve gotten to actually exploring these sands is through the swimwear showcased in the magazines sometimes!” She laughed merrily while adjusting the brim of her sunhat. “I’m busy, though; that’s probably why. I’m sure you’re busy too, right? With your daughter, school, and all that…”

Giggling once more under her breath, she listened to the combination of Cashmere’s chattering and the ocean breeze before trailing off. Smith was, for once, content. Good for her. The young woman didn’t have to worry about her husband breathing down her neck for seemingly any mistake she could’ve made, and she was indeed rather comfortable around the teenager. In fact… She glanced over at him just to see how he was doing, then gave him a soft smile.

“... But that’s what the beach is for, right? To take breaks from daily stresses and the like? Which reminds me…”

Smith adjusted her sunhat before starting to walk off - but not before beckoning the boy over and exclaiming, “Come on! I have a place to show you!”, with a melodic laugh. Similarly, her steps were rhythmic as she continued to stroke her pet’s fur. “One of my friends visits the beach often, mostly because they miss the warmth of the south and don’t like the dragon’s breath up here. I’m sure you don’t either, but I think it’s why you wear the sweaters in the first place, mm? They’re quite adorable, by the way…”

She fluttered her lashes for a few seconds, then elaborated, “But that asides… My friend told me that there’s this one smoothie place that’s really good… There’s all sorts of tropical flavors available, and I think they’d complement a beach scene nicely! I like mango the most, if only because it’s sweet with a bit of tartness…” Cashmere chattered at the teenager as the creature reached himself over to him, probably because he expected pets. His owner, of course, didn’t stop him while she chuffed, “And you could fit a strawberry! Tart but with just a bit of sweetness… It’s appealing!"

It didn’t take long, though, for them to arrive at the building, which actually wasn’t that crowded. Still, Smith glanced over her shoulder at the menu, then at any potential staff members, before focusing her attention back onto the teenager.

“So, do you want anything, or would you rather just collect some shells?” she asked carefully, “I have a feeling that your daughter might appreciate a sweet fruity treat, though I understand if you’re making sure she doesn’t consume too much sugar- Not that this place uses additives; it’s all real fruit. But if that’s a concern, that’s fair too, you know? Children can be such hassles at times, but they’re all rewarding in the end, yes?”

@ NP: Smith’s default tab revolves around her pre-hospice version!! you’re welcome to opt for her post-hospice version if you want, but be aware that she’ll have an aide with her due to her condition; also, lmk if this is the case so that I can respond appropriately!!

NP maaaay also get a follow-up if I have the time??

Fully geared with black sunglasses, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, swim trunks, a beach towel slung over his elbow, a parasol in one hand, and a cup of lemonade in the other, Caelestis was just about as ready as he could be for the sun's unforgiving, scorching rays. He liked the concept of the beach, but was not so much a fan of the daytime aspects of it. Sighing, he laid the beach towel over the sand to sit down on, planning to only observe for now. It was a bit too crowded for his taste, and he found little reason to join in on the activities regardless. Only, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone somewhat familiar. It seemed to be, ever so coincidentally, that woman he'd managed to accidentally summon into his snowed-in cottage only a short while back. Well, it was still a recent event for him at least, he thought to himself, noticing the glaring contrast in season. Smith was her name—he vaguely recalled. He also recalled the increased torturous feelings her coincidental mention of lemonade had brought upon him. Best to forget about that part now, he mentally noted, looking down at the refreshingly cold lemonade currently ever so joyously present in his hand. 

Despite only having just sat down, Caelestis stood up to approach her, carrying the parasol along with him. He was not at all himself at that time, and had missed out on an opportunity to interact properly as a result of the chaos. After lightly tapping her shoulder, he took off his sunglasses to rest them on his head. Speaking with a smile, "Do you happen to remember me? Caelestis, if you recall." He'd be surprised if the situation hadn't been at least somewhat memorable. "I appreciate your patience back then, both for the unusual circumstances and my unusually scattered self." He laughed lightly, scratching his cheek in a show of slight embarrassment. Looking back on it, her lightheartedness possibly prevailed over his own—although it likely hadn't seemed at all conceivable otherwise at the time, he thought amusedly. Surely everyone had their moments, for that one was certainly his.

"Now, would you care for a stroll along the shore?" He asked, looking towards the water. "It would be a waste to not take advantage of this fine scenery, after all. The vastness of the ocean has always amazed me, although the sun and sand that typically come along with it do discourage me a bit from visiting often." Looking back towards Smith, he added with a chuckle, "I had planned to come here around dusk, but it seems I managed my time rather poorly, and so here I am. But, considering I was able to run into you as a result, perhaps it isn't so bad." Despite having continuously avoided addressing it, Caelestis had noticed her flirtations before, and while he didn't mind her interest—in fact, it was cute, really—he hoped she wasn't expecting too much from him. It was always a pity to have to let someone down like that.

As the two began walking along the shallow water, he queried, "Oh, and what might bring you here? There are many reasons to visit the beach, but it's always curious what reasons one may have as a result." After taking a moment to sip his lemonade, he turned his head to Smith, the thought having just crossed his mind. "Would you like a drink as well? I purchased mine from a nearby stand, and they have quite a few interesting options." Although for him, there truly wasn't anything at all to consider but lemonade.

Caelestis was seated on top of a large rock, closing his eyes to enjoy the relaxing sea breeze. It was a fair ways away from the usual bustle one would find at the beach, so he was able to fully indulge in the serene atmosphere the solitude provided. It was enjoyable over there as well, but it never hurt to spend a few moments alone as well.

It was then that a girl approached the vicinity, likely looking to escape the crowd as well. After opening his eyes to take a look at this new company, her reaction to the sight of him in turn certainly caught him off guard. Had he accidentally released the boundaries of his form earlier in a moment of carelessness, or was she somehow able to see through him regardless? Some of Shinya's exclamations went over his head slightly, and he hadn't quite caught some of her quieter murmurs, but it was very evident how shaken up she was. Caelestis gave a slight wave, smiling with a bit of concern, but it seemed to only worsen things. Finally, he stood up to carefully approach her, realising she might be too distressed to even notice. After bending down to pick up her fallen umbrella, he held it out towards her to return it. "I believe you dropped this." He tilted his head slightly to the side with a gentle smile. "And I apologize if I startled you earlier. I can leave, if you'd like—I don't mind."

The beach. That absolute hell. The last place on earth Shinya would ever go to, yet there she was, standing in the midst of golden sand scattered across her rusty sandals. She hated it. Every single thing. The sea, the umbrellas, the people, the sand, oh, the fucking sand! Those things seep in to your feet and stick to you for days. 

She didn't like the crowds either, Shinya was anxious, she hated people. And because of that she headed towards a more empty area. 

"Oh my God" 

Eyes widen, jaw-dropped, stocks-knocked-off. Shinya dropped her umbrella in awe at the sight of this spirit-like celestial being. "what the fuck–" Shinya clapped her hand against her head, curling up in to a ball shivering, pissing herself would be an understatement. She probably wet herself in 12 other parts of her body–somehow. "T-the only fucking time I go outside–" She stammered to herself. "W-hy is there a fucKING 2D anime gOd at the fUCking b-beach"

Had she been playing too much visual novels? Too much anime? Was she hallucinating because of the sheer amount of stress of stepping outside? These questions were circling in her head closer and closer. 

The sun shone brightly at the side of her eye, reflecting an almost godly aura of must around the man. It seemed they made a nice friendly gesture that she didn't quite understand. Though she tried to wave back in return"Oh my g-g-g-g-go..." She has lost it, she panicked and swore to never go outside again. 

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I tried qwq

Johnson… Was pissed about having sand in his shoes this time around- Actually, it wasn’t just the sandals. His cloak, his hair, his eyes… All of them were affected by the grating particles of sand in one way or another, and he was piiiiiiiiiiissed. That’s right. Not just pissed, but piiiiiiiiiiissed. It was truly a tragic occurrence considering how much of an asshole the aristocrat, but alas alas.

Suffering in the middle of a blindingly sunny beach, with a light sea breeze blowing sand and the occasional flecks of grass everywhere, was probably preferable to getting his ass kicked by his friend, who had brought him to the beach in the first place to help her take some fossils back to her cart when she was done excavating them. That… Wasn’t the best outcome out there. She was aware that his physique was like that of a stick, so he started to entertain the notion that she was just doing this to annoy him- Hell, he was pretty sure that she was doing this to annoy him. Still, he had to go with it, lest she try bothering him about “being a lazy old man,” or some shit like that.

That didn’t mean, however, that the proud and haughty aristocrat was going to let this affront to his dignity be left unaddressed, as he sulked near the eponymous fossil cart and stared out at the ocean. Oh, to be tackled by both salt and sand at the same time… He could only wish there was something out there that’d distract him from the monotony of waiting for Brown to get her shit together and stop digging up those rocks-

And that was when he saw a lass standing with an umbrella, who… Also looked like she wasn’t having a good time out on these sands. What joy! At least they could bond over this shared misery, or something like that.

“It’s not going to rain anytime soon, you know,” the older man nonetheless remarked coolly with a raised brow, “so an umbrella is really only useful for the sun. And even then…” He held a hand out as if grabbing the sun and just… Squeezing it in his hand. For a moment, he could pretend that the rays of the sun were just emanating from the gaps in between his digits while he continued to muse aloud, “... There’s no use in using an umbrella if you’re worried about the sand. The sand will always find a way to be a nuisance, unless you get an airtight mask or something like that.” He paused.

“Those are pretty uncomfortable to wear, though, so I wouldn’t blame you for avoiding them.” He paused again. “Just saying.”

Clapping his hands together, Johnson then concluded, “So, with that out of the way… You have some time on your hands now? I hate to be impolite, but…” He broke off to glance at the cart of fossils, the corner of his lip just turning up ever so slightly as he rubbed his hands together. “If you have the time,” he proposed, “how about you help me with something for a bit? I may not look like it, but I have a lot of money. I can reward you handsomely - in the monetary sense, of course - if you oblige.” A glint in his eyes appeared as he added more quietly, “Besides, it’ll help you take your mind off the sand for a bit. I promise.” Suuuuure.

   - HJERBFSFJVBRFHJ I'M WHEEZING THIS IS PERFECT BLESS YOU. Johnson deserves to get his ass kicked into the water.... and worse- I'd die for how cute Suscito is here ahhhhhh- ;-;

Some of the runners in his village had asked for him. As he was the ‘strongest’ of the town after all. Jack buried himself deeper in his fur-coat as he followed them onto the beach.
Beach…. Maybe a bit of a stretch. It was more of a riverbank, a dock for small inland vessels.
‘There is a monster washed up on our shores,’ they’ve said.
‘A dolphin of some kind’.
Sure. Jack had it all seen before, porpoises, angelfish, hell even a whale once! But none of those fish could prepare Jack for Suscito. His heart froze.
“Shit,” he said.
“Shit,” he added. Jack directly walked over to the swallow river-bank. He knelt down before the creature, which thankfully(?) was still alive. The werewolf detective had never seen such a beast before. Tendrils, teeth. It gave Jack the shivers.
What on the Gods green earth was this thing?
“You’re alright lil bud?” he asked the creature. Sure Jack didn’t look ‘alright’. He was as pale as a freshly bleached sheat of linen.
 “Let’s get you back in the water shall we?”

Jack rolled up his sleeves. He told his fellow villagers to stand back before gently reached for one of such tendrils. And while they were still full of life, Jack just knew these things could squeeze harder than they’re doing now.
“I’m going to push you back in, okay?” Jack said. As he stared into their eyes. Hells! There were so many of them! The mercenary had trouble swallowing while staring in those. Like a deer in a headlight. It costed him severe afford to push his gaze away. "I'm a friend," he finally managed to speak. As he pressed his free (the other was still wrapped in a tendril) hand on his chest. "Friend."
The werewolf didn’t even know if Suscito understood him or not, but the clicks and sounds they made reassured him for a bit. Just a bit. Surely if they wanted to eat me, they should have done so by now right? 
“No ill intend,” he added quickly. Before firmly planting his feet in the muddy ‘sand’. Jack pushed Suscito. Slowly but surely moving the beast into deeper waters of the river. Sweat beaded from his forehead and the frosty cold water bit in his ankles. But it worked. Thank all Hells. It worked.
Jack felt his grip slip away and before he knew it Suscito was back in the water. As healthy as a..fish?

 “There you go!” Jack barked after them. Rubbing the sweat from his face. “There you go Lil bud,” he added.  Jack directly made a B-line for the coast and shook his entire body (almost like a dog? Mmm..) free of water.
“The sea is further east, just follow the river stream,” he told the...Fish. Jack even went as far as pointing in the direction with his hand.
“It’s a big sea. Surely you can’t miss it.”

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Jack later that day

"Sand and water... Going to be hard as hell looking for footprints or picking up scents," Zack griped, eyes narrowed as he tried to see into the distance. He couldn't make out anyone in the crowd that stood out with the features Jack had mentioned. Couldn't smell anything, either, with all the sand. He grunted, arm falling to his side. He hated the beach; never saw any fun in it. His friend liked it, but it was more to show off his looks.
"I'm about ready to go when you are," he muttered while looking at Jack. He hadn't acknowledged his past ever since the incident, whether out of natural stoicism or embarrassment. It was hard to tell with that kind of face. "Do you want to check around more? I'm not sure why anyone on the run would come here, unless it's to trick us."

Ah, the beach. Kuzma had never been a fan -- they'd always opted for pools. They wish they could be more of a beachgoer. But sun and Kuzma did not mix. Still, they'd humor this Zack fellow. He seemed decent enough and it was the least they could do. That said, they got the feeling that this wasn't Zack's ideal destination either. From where they watched him, he didn't exactly look chipper.

They were sat under the umbrella on their towel, fastidiously covering themself in sunscreen. They had thick sunglasses, too. 

"Oh, Zack!" They called him over with a wave over their hand. "Can you get me my hat? I left it in the car, but I really need it." they clasped their hands together. "It would really make my day." and they wouldn't be the one to burn their feet on sun-baked asphalt, either!