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AKA The Beach Episode: TH Edition
Since it's almost summer, why not get a summer-y forum game going?
Your two characters are at the beach! What do they do together?
Perhaps an epic water fight? Some intense volleyball? Sand-castle making? Or just some drinks and relaxing on the shore? The possibilities are endless!
Rules:
1) Please wait at least until 2 people have posted in between you before posting again, or until 12 hours have passed. Whichever comes first.
2) Make sure to post IC so people know who to respond to!
3) Keep it PG-13. Remember there's probably going to be kiddos on this beach!
4) At least three sentences please! Something that shows you've read up on the character above you!
Whoever posts first will be the first person to respond to!
The gold shined against the sunlight, it was mesmerizing. Reed could have sat like that for hours just staring at it if the large umbrella hadn't dug into the sand besides him and blocked the sunlight.
Blinking, he turned his head to see Viktor sitting down in the chair next to him. A brief glance was exchanged, then the two slowly turn their attentions to the lazy waves ahead of them. It was quiet, save their crashes, and the honking seagulls overhead that searched intensely for their next meal.
It was very... very quiet.
"What are we doing?" Reed sighed, hanging his head in shame. "What are two guys like us supposed to do here? Volleyball? Build a sand castle?" Although the image of Viktor doing that was both cursed and cute, that wasn't the point. Reed gestured to the water. "Neither of us know how to surf. What would we do, just stand there? Face it, Viktor, we're too old for this kind of thing."
In reply, he was handed a cold can of beer. He gave it a quizzical look, then looked back at the ocean. Whether Viktor told him or not, he knew full well why they were here. No matter how much time had passed since either of them had lost their respective families, that grief never left. It always came in waves, starting with small doubts and growing into a numbing desire to stay in bed all day. It had been doing that to him lately. He knew he was becoming unresponsive and distant, but it was too hard to fight. Now here he was, dragged to a new scenery full of color and warmth, far different from his cold, gray home.
Sighing softly, Reed opened his can and took a drink, settling more in his seat. "I wish your friends were here to at least barbecue," he muttered. Without looking at the professor, he reached a hand out to hold his.
"But it's nice being here with just you, too. Thanks for this."
Someone really didn't seem to like Reed.
Or, specifically, there was a weird, giant starfish who really didn't like Reed's tattoo. Perhaps, even, it thought the marking could be washed off. A spout of water shot from the staryu's top appendage, hitting the poor man in the face. Not that it was anything dangerous, given how weak the creature truly was, but... hey.
Squirt squirt, dude. You will see your daughter again soon.
Following the "attack", there was a squeal somewhere along the boardwalk, and down the path bolted a girl. The girl, the star of the Toyhouse Profile, who nearly football-tackled and then scooped the staryu up into her arms the second she reached it. She looked pained. She was pained. The moment she had scuttled close enough, she nearly had a heart attack upon realizing the victim had nearly a foot over her in height. Not to mention, the look on his face. She couldn't tell if that was water or tears.
Daria nevertheless hesitated, reeling herself back with her starfish cradled in her arms. It only stopped shooting Reed when Daria placed her hand over its red orb.
"I am so sorry," she spluttered, "So sorry, sir!" Good God, her stupid dog didn't actually make him cry, did it? Just thinking about it was going to make her cry, mainly because she would like for animal control not to be called... Maybe a favor would do some good for all three of them. Maybe if she did her best, she wouldn't have to get her beast euthanized.
"Do I know you from somewhere? From a show or something?" Daria asked nervously, "From a... a show, maybe..? That doesn't matter, does it? I'm still so sorry." She pressed her hand down on the starfish's "face". She looked miserable.
She needed to bite the bullet. She had ten whole bucks to spare. Only ten bucks to spare.
"..Do you want some frozen yogurt or something?"
quick lil baby follow-up
Stardrive felt no emotion throughout this whole beach adventure. All it knew was to spit at anything mildly threatened, and so it did. It occasionally squirted at the man, much to the dismay of Daria, who had to bark out "stop" and "quit it" every so often. Otherwise, the starfish laid there like... a dead fish.
"I..." And then, whatever she said turned into mumbling as she leaned down to grab her staryu's top appendage, trying to hold back the leg spit as it shot at Nathaniel again. When ordered to speak louder, she scrunched up her nose, and then shook her head. "I only came here because it wanted to go in the water." And look at what trouble that caused! Someone should remind her to never give in to this damn creature again.
As she spoke, she eyed Nathaniel's dog, Pelle, suspiciously. She... wasn't sure if she had ever actually seen a dog before. "I see." she muttered, "I don't-- I don't think your dog would have fun biting into Stardrive, though. It's really... hard." Under that shell, though, there surely was some good meat to be had. Deep-fried starfish on a stick. Yummy.
"I feel like you'd be able to find these in tide pools, though." said Daria, completely unaware. It was a good thing she was small and stupid, and therefore didn't know of his plans. She'd cry! "You might even be able to find their secondaries, but I don't know. I feel like those'd be farther out at sea..."
Daria looked down at her staryu again, feeling the spit finally stop squirting against her hand.
This was gross.
"I could catch one for you, if you'd like," she offered, "But, most of the pokemon I've come across so far are a bit stronger than mine, and I... don't exactly have a good number of balls." Good way to put it.
Pelle barked. She foamed around the mouth, while she jumped up and down, barking and growling at this still living creature in Nathaniel's fishnet. A starfish. Or something similar to a starfish, a wee bit bigger and able to spit water at him. It's crystal body surely would sell well on the market. "Is this thing yours?" He asked Daria. "Pelle down," he instructed his dog. Who, thank the Void, listened, and finally stopped howling. Nathaniel knelt down next to his net. Burying his knee in the sand. "Just tell your," he paused. "Fish, to not.. Spit into my direction while I try to free it," Nathaniel said. He plucked his kram from his belt and started to cut the different ropes. It was a painfully slow job that kept his face in the 'spit-zone'.
"So…" Nathaniel said, as he cut away rope after rope. "Do you often go to the beach?" He asked. Shooting the younger girl a somewhat awkward smile.
"You need to speak a bit louder," he said. Snapping another cord. "My right ear only works for 40%," he instructed the timid girl.
"I've thrown several of these nets around here," he told her. "I hope to catch some lobsters. Maybe some shrimp. To feed my dog," he said. Half my gesturing at the dog at his side. Pelle's ear only twitched at the gesture. She lay flat in the sand, starting directly at the trapped staryu.
"I've never thought I would catch a," his gaze shifted back to Stardrive. "Whatever that is," he said. "But it's always...Inspiring, to see what kind of creatures mother nature has to offer. Don't you think?" He asked. "You don't happen to know where I can find wild ones? Wild starfish"
Ones he could crack the crystal out of without breaking the heart of a 16 year old. (PETA please interact.)
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The ocean was still cold that day. It was summer, meaning that the local temperature was raised with roughly 5ºC. The sea was still freezing cold. Nathaniel didn’t mind though, he’d rolled up his pants and waded through the small waves. Looking for his nets. Looking for some food.
He turned. Eyed Roxie, before backing her over. “I think I caught sum,” he proudly explained.
The harpooner watched her. How she dipped her foot in the water and her swinging tail. He couldn’t help but laugh. Directly into her face. He made his way over/back to her with that shit-eating grin on his face and the net clamped between his hands.
“Badluck?” he repeated. “I mean hagfish taste like bad luck. Cod is doable though.”
Giving the fish a soft nudge with his foot.
He laughed at her following remark. “Jan-Paul I think. I’ve spoiled Pelle a bit too much lately.”
“You’re not afraid of a little water right?” he asked. The drowned man eyed Roxie again, while the cold water brushed against his legs. “Can you swim?”
He paused. “I can carry you on my shoulders like some rabid cat,” he said. Plucking at his beard. “But first I want to.. Kill some fish.” (PETA interact again please)
Oh, this was just perfect, completely supreme. Zerd was stuck at the beach (which he was NOT fond of) and stuck with one of the people he hates the most, Roxie.
Zerd found himself sitting right next to the ocean; It was midday, when the sun was as its hottest, hanging around aimlessly definitely It wasn't gonna cut it. He reluctantly stood up, eyeing the ocean. He didn't care about the sea, but it was hot as shit so he figured going for a quick swim couldn't hurt. Zerd brushed the sand off of him, looking over his shoulder. "Are you gonna go swimming or are you a coward?" he snickered, half-joking.
He began padding over to the ocean, noticing Roxie hadn't moved, at all. He folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're scared of the fucking ocean." There was a small silence between the two- That was enough to answer his question. Trying to hold in his laugh, he stepped into the water, mockingly. "Oh nooo, I'm in the water. It's so scary. Ooooo."
He paused; face growing into a smug smirk, he scoffed. Roxie still hadn't budged, but she was getting more aggravated, this...wasn't going to end well.
Zerd walked up behind her, clapping his hands. "What, do you need a little help?" His tail began to sway as a terrible, stupid idea began to grow. Without a second thought, he launched Roxie into the ocean. He burst out laughing, unable to speak. "Holy shit. You are a coward." He wasn't going to let her live this down. Ever.
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note for np:
Zerd is a complete ass and hates any big social setting, he doesn't mind going for a swim, but you'd have to convince him to do any sort of sports
may do a follow up :)
The waves crashed against the golden sand. The sea breeze brought with it the stench of brine. The gulls shrieked overhead, though they weren't the only sound the cove had to offer, as there was a gaggle of nobles not too far from where Zerd had been hanging around the beach. One of them, red-haired and slim, took notice of him. How unfortunate for him that she wasn't going to let him get off so easily.
"My, my, aren't you a sight?" Her voice was soft, a serpent's hiss, just able to be heard over the distance. She remained on the boulder she sat upon for some time, before sliding off with the help of one of the other party-goers. "You don't have to leave just yet, do you? It may be more fun for you to keep hanging around. We *were* going to play beasal once everyone else cleared out, but lucky you." How unlucky. "We're down a member. She got sick on the boat ride, the little babe."
It appeared that Orianna wasn't going to take no for an answer, though, as she half-circled around Zerd. She took him by his hand, always a little too touchy for strangers. She didn't care. Life was short, she was young, and she wanted to have fun. And so, with a thin, sly smile, she urged him towards the rest of the group, half of them skeptical and the other half amused.
Well, you know what they say.
Don't disappoint the rich. They control your livelihood.
"If you don't want to, though, we do have some extra food. Maybe you'll stay for that." Orianna then offered, "I feel I know your types. Do you always hate going to parties unless they have good food? Or a cute little cat? ..You look like a cat. Oh, how precious. How curious! Here."
Orianna knelt by the picnic basket brought with the party. She held a cracker out to Zerd, topped with cheese, a cucumber slice, and red caviar.
"Just tell me that you don't have a weak stomach if you do plan on playing with us." she then told him, just as uncaring for his irritation as she was at the start, "Otherwise, you can sit this one out. I don't want anyone spilling their lunch on another. I've had enough of that with Imani... Oh, poor Imani..."
Skittles found a great victim by the name of Dorothie D’Anatolio to feed on. She was a social media hyperstar, young, and a big strong Anatolian Shepherd dog. Skittles dmed Dorothie asking her to go to the beach
Skittles saw Dorothie, standing by her model T with the wheels dropping down, in the parking lot by the beach. They chit chatted a bit and walked onto the sand, though Dorothie realized something wasn’t right. Skittles started to walk slower, and then she would strike her victim on the back of the neck.
And then Skittles lashed out at Dorothie. But Dorothie heard it, and blended her bendy neck out of the way in time, and grabbed Skittles and threw her on the ground. She then ran away and Skittles chased her with a giant hammer.
"Isn't the beach so wonderful? Oh, it's so vast and beautiful! I love to come here on my free time." Ennette had wanted to say that as Talavyr's introduction to the beach, but barely a word would come out of her chattering teeth.
Even if the young hawkling was still impressed by all the water and sand, Ennette stood there, shivering and furiously rubbing her arms while her teeth chattered and chattered. Ohh how foolish of her to forget that it was winter! The beach always looked so inviting that she thought it'd be okay!
Ennette looked back over at Talavyr, who seemed to be running around excitedly. Even in the middle of her freeze, she smiled. She was at least glad he was enjoying himself. When she'd learned he'd never been to one, she was stunned. What kind of place was he from, she wondered. Hawklings... She'd never heard of a group like that, yet her father seemed familiar with the term. Was there something at his home that could bring her the same wonderment he felt towards the beach--
"Oh! H-Hang on!" Ennette called out as she rushed over to pick him up after a wave knocked him down.
On her rare visits to the sea, Maribelle couldn't help but to just sit there, watching the waves crash against the gray shore and leave foam on the rocks in their wake. To her dismay, however, she was not alone. She had known for some time, really, but for the most part ignored Skittles until she noticed the woman watching something on one of those tiny, glowy boxes. It wasn't like anyone could really run and play on the beach here, since then they would just rip their feet open on the stones and it was just so damn cold. So truly Skittles was pulling a level-100 play here by playing with pixelated Minecraft fish on her phone.
Tropical fish, to be precise. Maribelle had never seen tropical fish -- or at least hadn't in nearly a decade, and thus remembered very little -- and so found herself mesmerized by the screen. Were those real? Why were they so small?
In any other circumstance, the teenager would have kept to herself, but she did panic a bit when it seemed that Skittles was about to leave. Oh, God, no. She wanted to keep staring at the fish. What could she do, though? Staring owlishly at the rainbow-haired woman from behind, perched on stone, her face paled a bit when the other shut off her phone. She never understood phones. All the fancy-schmancy technology of a couple thousand years ago was lost on Maribelle, but she was determined to figure out what happened to the fish. They were so colorful. How she adored them already.
Instead of addressing Skittles normally like a normal person should, like ask politely if she could watch her play Minecraft for another hour instead of stalking her, Maribelle was as awkward in her approach. As usual. "There are fish in the sea." Thank you. Skittles definitely would not have known that fish lived in the sea. "But tide fish aren't... as... they don't have the color. I think. There are some with stripes, though -- they're called sergeant major. They can be colorful sometimes. They also eat waste, but also algae and crustaceans. I don't see fish a lot, though, in the tide pools. There's also striped shore crabs. They're probably more carnivorous than herbivorous here, because of the rocks."
This went from wanting to watch Skittles play Minecraft to rambling about sea life. So sorry.
"I saw a seahorse once, in a book. Never in real life, but I want to." As Maribelle continued on, she crept down the rocks until her boots hit the cold sand. "I've seen others, though, like crabs. Just in general. I like hermit crabs, but it's weird to see one right now since they're almost always nocturnal. They're also not even true crabs, because their bodies are soft, and they can't grow their own shells.
Suddenly, finally, Maribelle fell silent. She still stared at Skittles -- but, only for a second, before averting her gaze. She wanted to ask about Skittles' fake Minecraft fish, but alas, had now decided against it. She felt strange.
"Never mind."
Oof poor goopy man
“UGH I hate the beach!” Exclaimed Tarus. He was wearing a pair of pineapple swim shorts and a huge sun hat. He had a very bad sunburn and looked miserable, which he was. He spotted Maribelle and approached her. He let out a tired sigh. “I know this sounds like a weird question, but have you seen a green cat? My cat stole my sunscreen and ran off with It.” He covered his eyes with some goop to help him cool off. “I’m melting here but my children just had to visit the beach!” He let out a tired dad sigh..
Tarus smiles and takes the sunscreen from Veritas. “Thanks man!”
Veritas strode across the sandy dunes of the beach. A large sack on his back, full of towels, snacks, and a cooler for drinks. Along with that his usually covered body was revealed, stocky and a giant wall of meat. He didn’t have any visible muscle on his body. But what he did have on were black trunks absolutely covered in tiny pink flamingos
“thanks fer comin to the beach despite how much ya hate it here. Buuuuuuuuut-“ he tossed Tarus a bottle of sunscreen, bout as heavy duty as he could make it. It was small but he wanted to help a bit “here man, lather up so ya don’t become a fish stick”
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NP: feel free to use any of my lads if V’s profile ain’t working