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Penn walked out of the deck and noticed that the radio was crackling... a response, again from the Hawk. Sin, meanwhile, seemed to be...enjoying the wrecks? Huh, didn't expect that. But then, when you're dead, there's not a lot to be regretful of, hmm?

"Yes, the rain is nice," Penn replied, now grabbing the radio speaker to reply to the Hawk. "Still here, over," she replied. "Nothing interesting aside from possible survivors; they might be gone, though... over." Indeed, the shipwrecks below seemed almost...

A shadow passed over the ship. It was very quick, just a split-second that it happened... but another one passed. And another and another.

Sky surfers, it seemed. Rambunctious young kids risking their lives surfing through the run using modified "ships" and vine-like casimir trees to power them, but they had sails and appeared more like surfboards than anything. Even in the rain they didn't mind putting their lives on the edge. Some of them started shouting as they made laps back and forth, something about a "downpour wave".

"Just a bunch of sky surfers, over." Penn tried to look up, but either the umbrella would not let her or her eyes would close shut thanks to the rain. The surfers again continued to buzz back and forth, not caring about the people here before(?) them.

And of course, one of them crashes straight into the wall. Or rather, the guy's ship; he himself jumped, apparently thinking he was Superman. There seemed to be no sign of a parachute on him. If it weren't raining, you could hear the crunching sound he made on impact.

Some of the surfers stopped to stare down, one shook his head in disbelief, and they all went back to surfing. To so callously shrug off a death like that, either they knew exactly what they were doing... or they didn't care. 'twas probably the latter.

"Poor shmuck," Penn replied. "I'd hate to see what would happen if they had wings instead of ships."

"Definitely got visual, over," Penn replied. But there was no way to tell them off. They had no radio, just walkie talkies with headsets, and even then they wouldn't listen to a cranky old captain like her. So what did she do?

Simple: she'd blind them.

Penn took out from another compartment in the same pillar a simple remote control with a single large button on it. Putting away the radio speaker for a bit, she musters all she can and shouts, "Hey, bunch of idiots! Look over here!"

And so they do.

And Penn turns away, turns on her inhumanly bright lamp with a single push and blinds them all.

They all fall like dead flies screaming.

Penn turns off her lamp and looks down. Most of them are dead, but one is still wriggling in pain.

"Oh, they're gone alright..."

There were many shadows zipping above, and once Sinsario lifted his head up again; he noticed that the shadows were of many kids were on these…floating surfboards. How interesting! He’s seen them on water before but this was the first time they flew. It seemed horribly dangerous to do such a thing, but such is the life of thrill seekers and he wasn’t going to complain!

It’s fun to surf though, and he’s done it before…except instead of a board and a sail; he rode a shark. Originally the shark had refused to be touched and attacked him many times (It didn’t matter though, he could fix himself.) but Sinsario kept trying until he had finally thought to treat the shark to some food and tricked her to let him ride her. It was quite the experience, and he actually kept the shark as a sort of pet. Well; the shark kept following his ship for months afterwards, and he never minded because it was fun watching her jump several feet into the air to grab a piece of meat. Her name was Tilly the Great White, a lovely girl.

“Don’t suppose I can do the same sort on air though…” he muttered and with that there was a loud bang. One of the kids had crashed into a wall; the others looked downward for about a second before carrying on with their game. Do they not grasp the concept of death? Well true, they know the risks. Smart.
Penn kept talking to her radio doo-h, apparently more ships are around looking for something too. Probably complaining about the kids, but he didn’t see what was so bad about them. Sinsario kept his gaze on the thrill seekers, enjoying them as much as he could until Penn shouted “Hey, bunch of idiots! Look over here!" They all look, including himself; when Penn pushes a button and a sudden burst of light is emitted from a large lamp. His eye is immune to it and thus is not phased, but of course the kids were and when he turned his head back to them; they were gone. Huh? Did they disappe- oh no wait…they’re all dead on the ground. Sinsario couldn’t help but frown; he really enjoyed watching them play, but whatever. Poor kids.

“Eh, should we really let perfectly good food go to waste like that?”

Beatrice fell silent for a while. A bit harsh killing them all off, just like that. She suddenly became aware that she couldn't be quite sure about just what sort of persona this Seraphim truly was. Best not to start whining about this. She coughed, and then:

"Right, no, I guess... I guess not! So what's—hey, wait, did you hang up? Hello? Hey, over-over? Oh, dammit."

She kicked the radio transmitter again, and then moved her attention to the exterior. The persistent rain was ceasing. Seraphim's vessel descended into the canyon below. The Hawk followed, and circled above the larger ship a few times before she decided to go all the way down. While not entertained by it, she was fairly keen on seeing the corpses—if only for examining purposes—and in the meantime she might as well try to take a peek at Seraphim and her crew. She kept lowering, trying not to crash straight into the other ship's hull; such an inconvenience might have ruined any chances of a sort of pleasurable greeting.

Movement on board. Beatrice peered through the Hawk's window, bitterly ignoring the corpse-laden canyon floor below. Not an awfully big crew, apparently. She punched a few buttons here and pulled a few switches there, and the Hawk came to a relative stop, hovering instably above the ground. She didn't touch the radio, partly because she told herself that she wouldn't be the one picking up a continued conversation, and more significantly because she really wasn't sure what to say right now.

Sinsario was absolutely giddy that Penn approved of using the kids as food; he mentally danced with excitement as he was finally going to be able to eat a proper meal. She mentioned the dirt and rainwater on their skin, and then asked the best question she could possibly ask; how to cook them.
“Oh come on Penn, human skin isn’t that weak…let’s grill ‘em!” His mental dance almost went physical at that moment. Penn talked into her radio thing, replying to some “Kinetic Hawk”, which was a silly sounding name. Penn said no one will ever miss them, but that is hardly true; someone will, but he said nothing as Penn lowered the Charon.

She asked him if he'd help fish out the bodies.

PFFTT! Of course! He skipped right next to Penn as she tossed her umbrella and picked her first kid up; that one certainly had a brutal end.

Sinsario reached down and grabbed another kid by the cuff of his pants, quickly and smoothly directing him toward the ship. His head was faced upward and it was hard to see the damage done to him until he was pulled closer; definite damage to his ribs and a nice hit to his head. This kid was short; probably Sinsario’s height and he was adorable. Really, this kid had nice round cheeks that only complimented him, his eyelashes were full and his irises were a nice light blue; probably the baby of the group.

Poor child...he still had a lot to live for.

Still, Sinsario dragged the boy into the ship and that’s when a huge shadow loomed over the Charon, but he paid no heed for all he could think of was food. Penn; however, did and walked back to her radio after throwing the first kid to the corner. Sinsario shrugged and threw the child to the same corner with ease then tried reaching for another one. It was pretty much always fun to play around with dead bodies, cruel as one might think.

The shadow continued to loom and Sinsario still did not care; if it was someone of importance then he’d kill them. Hell, what Penn did was hardly legal and if they’re going to break a law, might as well break a whole bunch of them.