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

"They are close," Jack muttered. His feet sunk deep in the light sand. His head was lifted. The old man's eyes scanned the dunes as his ear twitched. "You surely got a good eye for those tracks." Jack shot Veritas a weak smile. "You're a good hunter," he complimented. "I'm sure you will help me find some game." Meat. Jack's stomach growled at the thought of his next meal.
"We're at the right place here at the beach. Dune-hare tastes better than normal ones. That's for sure."
Jack forced himself to walk again, deeper into those dunes. His hunting rifle lightly between his fingers and his gaze glued to the ground beneath them. The sand was treacherous. It was light and free, one wrong move and the dube would collapse. Burying them in the sand. "Believe it or not, but dune-hares' meat is actually saltier than their meadow or even polder counterparts. It's stringier too. Good for stews," Jack commented. He placed his free hand on his empty stomach. An attempt to try and ease his hunger pains. It was unsuccessful.
"Have you ever made stew?" Jack asked. Mostly to distract himself. "Or does your wife do all the cooking?" Jack's eyed Veritas from the corners of his eyes.

"Listen pal," Jack said. He straightened his back. "I don't know what you did in your past but," he paused. "Your hunting abilities make me suspect that you are more than the lovely dad that you pretend to be. I'm not sure if you hunt game, or people in your life," Jack said. The werewolf then turned around to his companion and shrugged. "I just hope you're not here to trick me. To chase me. But to hunt bunny-rabbits instead. Like I said -" Jack turned his back to Veritas once more, the unloaded rifle still in a light grip, "- dune-hare meat tastes great."

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Jack on the beach

Rift watched as the sun set across the horizon, bathing the beach around her in a warm orange glow. She sighed and reached up to feel the bloodied bandage wrapped tightly around her head in case it had come loose. She knew she had to go soon, but she wanted to make the most she could out of the moment she was having right now. "I've had a great time." The young exile said after a long while of silence between her and Jack, mostly caused by Rift feeling too awkward to keep a conversation going. "I don't meet werewolves often, so this was a certainly... Unique, experience for me." She gave a light smile as she turned to face the werewolf, who had his eyes locked on the sunset.

She turned her attention back to the horizon, which was darkening by the minute. "It's beautiful, isn't it? I have always enjoyed watching the great big ball of fire sink down until it is no longer present in the sky, although I haven't been on this... Land, for very long." She chuckled lightly, grabbing some sand and pouring it back onto the ground in front of her. "I wonder how many grains of sand are on this beach..." She mumbled soon after.

     "Christ, it's hot as shit here!" Taka threw his head back and groaned from the heat. The hell kinda temperature was it, five hundred degrees?! Sand felt like damn lava at this point, though at least the water felt good. And hell, no matter how hot it was, he always had a soft spot for this area now.

     Even when there was some kinda beast monster ways away.

     Take narrowed his eyes as the only shady area of the beach was occupied by... what was that? He'd never seen an animal like that. Looked all curled up like a lonely pup, but that sure as hell wasn't a pup. He had half a mind to kick her out and take the shade for himself, but even after all the fights he'd been in, he knew when there was one to avoid. 'Sides, he had a feeling she was the type to like her solitude, and nothing made someone angrier than not only ruining their solitude but putting them under the hot sun. Guess he'll just go back in the water.

     "Sure as hell feels it," Taka griped while glaring up at the sun through the shade his hand cast. He listened to Maribelle for about one minute before dropping his hand and quirking an eyebrow at her. "The hell ya talkin' 'bout eatin' people so much for?"
     He looked back at the water when she mentioned winter. "I dunno. Used ta be the beach felt great this time-a the year, but now it's too damn hot. Maybe it really would feel better in the winter." What was it people called it? Global warming? That real?
     Taka looked back at Maribelle. "Nah, I'll join ya. Lemonade sounds good." He folded his arms behind his head and gave her a shark smile. "There's a bowlin' alley close by, too. Let's go there, I got new moves ta try." Unlike her, he was completely unfazed by what had happened, nor did he feel an ounce of guilt. It was, after all, the tenth bowling alley he'd destroyed in a fit of rage. And it wouldn't be the last.

Maribelle wore black with long sleeves all the time, so it was safe to assume she was only tolerating the heat. She tried wearing her shitty shorts, but that didn't help much. Wearily, she gazed across the beach, towards the horizon. The sea was beautiful, she thought as she stood next to Nobutaka.

"We're unlucky." she said to him, "Dark hair burns easily in the sunlight, so we're being cooked alive." The girl paused, and then glanced over at him. "You've probably cooked people alive. You're the type to, maybe just for your mutts. Don't know if you'd want to serve people at your restaurant, but someone told me that human meat tastes like breakfast sausage, so you might get away with it. I wouldn't eat human, though. It's beneath me, and even during winter Fuchs makes sure I'm fed proper food before everyone else. Other people in Laojin would, probably." What a wonderful day to discuss cannibalism!

"It'll be nicer out here when it's winter." Maribelle added, walking towards the sea. If she went along the shore, she thought, then she would find the tide pools. She wanted to find a hermit crab. Their little shells, their littles eyes... They were the cutest little things. She thought Nobutaka was a whole lot less adorable. Especially after the fiasco at the bowling alley. She couldn't help but to be more wary.

And, as wary as she was, she was cautious not to mention anything relating to bowling. She didn't think she wanted to do it anymore, anyway.

"I'm going back to the boardwalk to get lemonade. You don't have to come with me." she said, "I'll get you one, too, and then we can just walk, right? I want to look at the tides while we're here. I should have brought my boxes so I could catch the slugs."

PARTY TIME

She fiddles with the top-front of her bathing suit, looking down. Maribelle wasn't someone she knew all that well, but she'd heard that a feminine presence might've done her some good. Not being too savvy with teenagers, Empress had thought that taking her to the beach might've helped her out by giving her some sun and something fun to think about. Judging from how miserable the youth looked, it really wasn't going the direction she thought. There weren't many people (thankfully), although.. there was a quaint group of boys playing volleyball together off in near the distance. They looked to be about Maribelle's age, if not the slimmest year or two older. 

"You don't have to sit with me.. if you'd rather go hang out with people your age." She glances over to her, then quickly onto the blue waves crashing into the shore. "I know it's kind of awkward to hang out with adults when you're younger. My mom used to embarrass me a lot." Through several different antics. W-wait.. she was doing what the true adults did; talking about her past and trying to overly relate to a teen! That was one thing you weren't supposed to do! 

"U-Uhm.." She stammers, feeling the back of her neck run hot. "D-Do you like ice cream?! I saw a parlor for it when we were driving in! It's not too far, a-and we can walk! They're supposed to have really good cones!" 

     There were many things off about this place. For one, the ground was something Hayes had no knowledge of. He lifted his leg and lazily shook off the sand that clung to him. What was sand, actually? He'd never seen this stuff before, and it felt strange to walk in, like mud but... loose.
     He looked to the waves. There was so much water too, so why weren't there any crops growing? Just a fraction of this water would have huge cornstalks. Were they not planted right...?
     He then looked up at the seagulls. To him, they were like crows, but white and more vocal. And more aggressive. They flew in swarms at the first signs of food. They were far worse than the crows he was used to.
     Finally, he looked at Empress, the most confusing of everything he'd seen. Human and also bunny? So pink, too. That was not how farmers typically dressed. Unless...

     "You. Are farmer. Of. This land?" Hayes rasped as he struggled to waddle over to her. "Land is. Strange. Different. Not used. To it. No crops. Different birds. Different. Farmers. You are. Different. Don't. Like it." Nevertheless, he continued, "But. Will help. Will guard. Protect crops. Protect land. From. White crows. Will help. You." Empress seemed as shy as the bunny she partially resembled, but Hayes got a good feeling from her, like he did with his previous farmer. Perhaps this was the new land he'd been meant to find all along.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. How did it come to this? How did Colby and Hayes end up stuck together....let alone on a beach?!

All Colby remembered was running away like he was being chased by the grim reaper himself. It was like a never-ending nightmare! The farmer did not know how a scarecrow came to life, and why it kept following him. He truly thought Hayes was just some kid in a scary costume trying to mess with him, but he later found out it was much more than that. Something about...wanting land? Colby recalled hearing the words 'crops' and 'crows', but completely ignored the words 'protect'. Mainly because the guy was too busy running away from the terrifying scarecrow. 

With wide, fear-striken eyes, Colby slowly looked in Hayes' direction, his pupils trembling vigorously. Come to think of it, Hayes did mention land. Land.....He froze on the spot. If it was land he was looking for, the beach...could work as a distraction, couldn't it? The realization helped ease the tension in Colby. His eyes were no longer filled with despair, as a small ray of hope began to spark within. Perhaps the beach could help Colby escape from the....the scary scarecrow! 

"H-hey!" He hollered as cheerfully as he could, but of course there was a tremble in his voice. "You want land, right? Well, this beach will be perfect for you! You can, uh, hang out with the seagulls and do other fun....scary stuff...that scarecrows do..." with a nervous laugh, he looked down at the sand. God, he just hoped it worked. "Well, it was very nice knowing you, sir scarecrow." With that, Colby made a mad dash for it.

Hana was going for a swim with her two sea dragons, just hanging out with them, all chill.
Tho while swimming, she noticed someone at the beach, it looked like a human, so she tells her dragons to wait and curiously starts swimming towards the beach.
After reaching the beach, she lies down in the shallow and looks up at the human who seemed quite lost.
"Hello dearie!" Hana greets young farmer Colby with a smile on her face. "I've heard of humans, but never seen one before, what a lucky day for me hehe" She adds.
Tho Colby didn't take this encounter nicely, he got spooked as he has never seen someone quite like Hana before, so he froze for a moment while staring at the mermaid, must be an alien... mermaid alien he thought.
"Huh, ayylien?? alien?? Whatever an alien is, I'm not that... Unless alien means a mermaid to you, then maybe I am an alien hah-" Hana chuckles, finding Colby's fear a bit amusing.
"Also, no need to be scared, I'm just a mermaid that's not here in malice, my name is Hana dearie" She introduces herself. "Came here for a swim, or are you lost?" She asks.
Sadly, Colby just can't get over the fact that he is looking at an huge mermaid with animal-like face so easily, so instead of answering, he bolts away.
"Oh... I'm sorry ;v;" Hana now feels a bit bad, he really did seem like a nice lad she wanted to chat with, Oh welp...

It was a lovely day at the beach. Fisk was out on her regular stroll along the beach, sighing as she smelled the salty air. Although she had been here many times before, something new seemed to happen every time she went there. Well, mostly. Today didn’t seem to have anything interesting happening, until she spotted a large shadow in the water. She leaned forward, squinting. “You think we should check it out, guys?” Fisk whispered to the two sea terrors inhabiting her. They squeaked eagerly, as she went over to the shadow. 

“Hey, uhh, what’re you doing here, huh?? Whatever you are-“ Fisk said, kneeling in the sand. Her eyes widened, as a large, wolf-like mermaid emerged. “Oh.” she stepped back. The creature chuckled kindly. “Sorry to scare you, I mean no harm! My name is Hana, what’s yours?” Fisk, stepped forward, her guard lowered. After all, the creature — well, Hana as she had just told her — didn’t seem to want to harm her at all. Fisk smiled “I’m Fisk. Huh, I’ve never seen you around here. Why don’t I show you around? There’s lotsa things here that might catch your interest.” she said, gesturing around. “But first lets get some ice cream, I’m getting hungry…”

“I’m So happy to FINALY have someone to help clean the beach.” Lagoon smiles. “Humans keep leaving horrible amounts of trash here. It’s making the wildlife sick.” She ruffles her fins. “If I catch who’s leaving trash here I’ll teach em a real lesson.” She handed a trash bag to Fisk for trash collecting. The beach was large but they covered a lot of ground. The tide was slowly coming in. “It’s a good thing we’re both aquatic!” Lagoon smiled and helped free a turtle from a plastic bag. “We won’t even have to worry about the tide coming in!”

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   Lagoon was surprised at Ying. “That’s a weird request but sure why not.” She smiles. “Take anything you want, just make sure it doesn’t come back onto the beach.” She lets Ying sift through the trash.

Flavio didn't know why he bothered trying to help his wife with her research. Usually he ended up in complete physical agony, and case in point, here he was. Seagulls shrieked and battled over who would get to eat the cigarette they found on the beach. A dry wind carried with it the sour stench of the sea. And the lord laid on the sand, witness to all of it, absolutely baked. Not even the fun kind of baked. Beads of perspiration rolled down his forehead. His ass cheeks were kind of steamy sweaty. But, he was too tired to get up. He decided this was just how he was supposed to die.

A shadow cast over him. In return, he stared up at the stranger above him through squinted eyes, cool-haired and wearing a jacket during such a scorching day on the coast. Not that he could say anything about it. Still, the older man was almost grateful for the shade that came from her, no matter how small it was compared to him. Where was the nearest shelter, anyway? ..Right, he should probably actually talk to this person. He spoke on a low sigh, his voice raspy -- "I just hope you've brought water for me, whoever you are. And stand there. I can't stand up if I can't see."

He had been eavesdropping to the best of his ability. Something, something, trash, something. He wasn't sure what it was Ying was so fascinated by when it came to literal garbage, but he supposed it was worth noting. Maybe he should have thought of that, too. The lady would have killed him if he came home reeking of garbage on top of him just reeking in general, but she would change her tune if he gave her anything noteworthy. Maybe...

Flavio rose to his feet, stumbling a bit. He wiped the sweat from his brow. "Just do me a favor." He said. Stupidly. As if this was actually a good idea. "I'll pay you in silvers for a bag."

     Dragon stood on the wet sand, watching in anticipation as the waves would shrink and shrink on their way to meet him. He'd giggle as the cold water would wash up to the middle of his shins. A little more and they'd start soaked his rolled up pants. The push and pull of the water was so fun, just as feeling himself sink in the sand. It was a new sensation for him and he loved it. No wonder so many people loved coming to beaches.

     "Thank you for t-taking me here!" he turned to thank Mina, but saw her curled up in her chair and snoozing away peacefully. Her cat ears flickered now and then with the seagull cries. Dragon grew quiet then looked up. It was a hot day. Days like this must be very comfortable for a cat, even a werecat. That was fine, he was happy to be here and to feel the waves even more.

"D-Dragon, look here!"

Saiph points out a spot in the sand to his friend; said spot had a dip in the sand, taking on a v shape of sorts. "I heard that if you just... Reach in here..." The Genome proceeded to reach on into the sand, and thus dug out what dwelled beneath that dip. In the handful of sand he dug out, there waddled a confused crustacean. "...You'll find sand crabs! Look!" He gestures his hand closer for Dragon to have a peek at the little creature. "I-Isn't the beach cool...? There's so many things here! Messages in bottles, warm sand, seagulls..." He listed on as he finally let the little crab go. "...Oh! Tide pools! Tide pools, Dragon! I-it's like some little sea's in there, or something! We'll find so much cool stuff, a-and then, we can find some more shells, and then-- t-then well-- w-we can build a sandcastle with all of our shells, can't we...?" Saiph excitedly went with a wagging tail, but tried to let off his excitement a bit; after all, too much of it fueled his electricity-based magic, and well, if he got too excited... It probably wouldn't end well with being near the water. As such, when he realizes his excitement, he slows down and pulls down his goggles timidly, lightly chuckling. "...W-well, it's up to you, but... We'd better go see everything before the tide comes in and washes everything away again... A-after we're done, there's gotta be some... P-place with these 'milkshake' thingies you can show me, I've b-been curious about them ever since I came here..."

Well, despite Saiph's slight overbearingness, perhaps today would shape out to be an exciting day for Dragon.

...Clink-clink!

The sound of shells falling onto Robi's lounger fill the air, and above them stands a happy little Saiph, holding a beach ball in his arms. "Look-look! Look at all the shells I found for us, Robi!" He proudly declared, wagging his tail. "They're really, really pretty; aren't they?-- Oh! Look, I found this, too!" He held the ball up nice and high. "Can we play with it? Please?"

...

"...Oh, wait... You look like you're dying out in this heat, Robi! Here, l-let me help..." Before Saiph could drag Robi into playing with him, he sets the beach ball down to put a hand above him, casting a tiny little Blizzard upon him... Hopefully it wasn't too cold, though it certainly was quite the change from the unrelenting heat.