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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 5:34 pm
[[Paintball field >> Oceanside (Rivener) <Zul>> ]]
Ah, there he was! And, thank god, Zul had only just removed himself from Lucia's company, floating off towards the sea to be by himself. The demon turned to look at the parking lot and Riv peeked over a shoulder in that direction: some strange woman was waving Zul over? Ah, that must be Zul's tutor. Rivener frowned... This must mean Zul was leaving! H-he couldn't go, not before they had a chance to make things right again!
Hurrying forward, Rivener closed the distance between himself and Zul, hoping he'd be welcomed.
[[continued via MSN! Check Riv and Zul's journals for the full conversation! biggrin ]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 6:19 pm
((Zeke - Popsicle Booth Anastacia - Popsicle Booth -> Around, still near the booths))
To say he was hurt by the rebuff would be accurate. He only wanted to help but, as always, Anastacia was unresponsive to him and once more rebuked him as he reached out to take her hand. Once again, the appendage was yanked away, but this time the action was followed with a sudden dip and outward push of her same-side wing. The saber-like tip scratched the air but missed Zeke's hand as he recoiled once more, and it was at that time that his phone dinged the time again. His expression matched what he was feeling, giving Anastacia a sad little look that the Frei also rebuffed with a glance at the ground, and got up.
"I've got to announce the next game, Anya, but I'll be right there if you need me." He didn't sound sulky, only all the more concerned about her, but turned and walked back to the front of the booth once his words were spoken. The Frei released her breath and shifted with that inward discomfort. Finally. Once Zeke reached the front of his area, the wind picked up even more and he even pulled his sunglasses off his face as the sun was eclipsed by clouds. This game would have to be rushed because it was for sure going to rain.
"The final game is starting now!" He declared with his feet on the sand - not daring to hop up on the table with the wind gusting over the beach like it was. "Everyone who signed up for sandcastle building can head out to the beach, but try to stay inland since the tide's coming in! Once you're done, come give me a tap and I'll mark you as such. Once the event's over we'll judge and declare a winner! Have fun guys!"
Urgh...Now it was slowly getting too cold. The bucket was dropped to the sand and Anya wiped the accumulated perspiration from her chitinous top and exposed skin, flicking her fingers to get the excess water off. Too cold, too suddenly, but it did make the discomfort and the tingling fade quite fast. She was grateful. Looking at the vet and only half-listening to his declaration, the spidery femme decided it'd be in her best interests to leave the booth before he turned around and started up again at her. He'd never leave her alone then and she was just about better. A sudden gust whipped her hair about her face and back and her crown reined some of it in. The cooling air made the cold from the ice bucket linger and Anastacia shivered as a fine layer of goosebumps covered her skin. She wasn't too chilly yet - her movements wouldn't have been so quick if she was - but she had just the thing, just in case.
Where...There. Her bag, tucked with Zeke's supplies beneath one of the tables that made up the booth. Carefully she wing-walked low on the ground and, carefully because she knew her wings were rather sharp, reached one out to nab the handles of her knitting bag. The sticky webbing of her topmost one helped to snag the item she desired, and soon it was dragged across the sand and in her arms. She righted, and without a look back, she took off out of the popsicle booth before Zeke was any the wiser. Despite her dislike of crowds and conversation, they'd provide excellent cover she was sure.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 6:24 pm
(( Oceanside; Tag to Neon & Arana ))
No sooner than she cleaned the gunk off her leg and was getting ready to sit down was she greeted with a voice she heard today and her shoulders slumped. The photographer... what was his name again? L... something. Lenny? No. Shaking her head, Anita turned to face him with a quirked eyebrow, though her expression was far from amused.
"I'll get another one later," she assured him, chewing her lip momentarily. She watched him pull out a bottle of water and hand it to her and at first she stood there dumbfounded but when he made the gesture to her leg she realized in place of the paint, there was now a rather big red welt. Hesitating, she wondered if it would be better to wave him off and endure the pain, but if he wanted to share, probably all the better. She was just uneasy about possibly being indebted to a stranger that seemed to be following her at the current venture. "Thanks," she offered warily, taking the bottle and holding it against her thigh.
She would keep to a stand for now, not wanting to get too comfortable with another person around to entertain. He asked her name and remembered it, making her frown that she was having trouble remembering his, but it clicked when she nodded. "Leo?" she countered, but he didn't pause and went straight to business. Not quite a personal question, but certainly a prying one, her brows raised in surprise but her expression was stony.
It had only been twice now, was it really that big of a deal?
"No," she started simply, "Everyone's kind of busy. It's a busy place," her free hand was waved to illustrate her point. And then another question, this one more personal and prying, a double whammy. Her mouth opened and then closed, unsure of what to say to that. Yes, she did have some things on her mind, but nothing she would bore or regale anyone else with, especially someone she barely knew. "Not really..." she trailed off, looking away from him and squinting towards the distance. The paintball game seemed to have been going quite fast, almost every participant was covered in at least one glob of color.
Then Leo went the extra mile and made Anita stare at him with an expression mixed between scrutiny and disbelief. So he had sat there and sought her out after he knew she was here and was intentionally talking to her when he could tell that she was uncomfortable and he hadn't forgotten about that day with the mistletoe, she'd bet. Of course, she was left with no time to react properly to Leo's inquiry as another thick slap collided with her shoulder and green paint spattered her skin.
All that came out was a seething groan between her clenched teeth, rising from a quiet hiss to a shout. She turned in the direction it came, the anger on her face going unchecked as Ronan ran up, covered in pink paint and shouting his apologies. "God dammit, Ronan!" Tango stopped his play in the water and trotted over, staring up at her with a serious expression. Not that cursing was unusual for Anita, but Tango had caught on rather quickly that it usually denoted some sort of malcontent within her and the tone she was using clearly illustrated it.
Her cheeks were flushed with frustration, embarrassment, and perhaps a bit too much sun, but the wind was kicking up some cloud cover. Letting out a controlled sigh, she closed her eyes and kept her teeth clenched. "It's okay. I'm fine, don't worry about it," she assured the man, wondering if Leo was amused by her getting hit twice in such a short amount of time.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 9:31 pm
[[Fathle and Ekundayo: Petting Zoo // Tags for: Ebony Shade && Chrystali]]
He pulled back a little bit to give Ebony some room as she began to clean herself up. From the sounds of it, this Eirdirsceol would be one Raeven that Fathle would not take an immediate affinity to. He supposed it was like that with everyone else; just because they were ‘created’ in a novel way didn’t exclude them from such social influences. He silently watched the young woman break up the paint upon her skin and wipe it up with some dry paper towels. It allowed him a moment to let his red eyes take in all the soft curves of Ebony’s body. Fathle noticed that there was something different about her. It was her smell. He had first thought that perhaps it was the briny influence of the sea or the paint but he realized that it was too subtle to be something outside of her body. Fathle could only describe it something metal, a foreign substance that had nothing to do with the presence of iron in a human’s blood.
Fathle smiled. “Thankfully, the errand was not—“ He stopped abruptly and began to chuckle as Ebony emphasized her last words out of surprise. He turned his head as he felt a soft hand take hold of his. Ekundyo’s golden eyes looked up at him and Fathle did not have to ask or wonder why she had come to him. He squeezed her fingers gently and hoped his presence would be enough for her. “Did you have fun with Cordelia?” he asked as he brushed back some hair that had been blown free by the stronger winds. Fathle was glad to see Ekundyo’s smile reach her eyes; she was already feeling better. “Yes. I gave her one of my goldfishes,” she proclaimed proudly. His red eyes flicked up and he chuckled. “And so you did… Ms. Cordelia, it is a pleasure to see you again,” Fathle said as he turned toward Ebony and her ward again.
Ekundayo could feel Faye’s calming presence immediately seep into her skin. Her fear and her confusion about why she seemed to like such negative energy melted away. Faye was here and that was all she needed. Now it just seemed silly to feel so scared a moment ago. Nothing would have happened. Faye would have never allowed it.
The Raeven turned her head when she heard the soft crunch of sand that signaled nearby footsteps and she immediately smiled at the sight of Alex. Ekundayo let go of Fathle and waved to the woman. “Alex!” She felt the comforting weight of Faye’s hand on her shoulder. Her guardian waited for Alex to approach before speaking. “I hope everything is alright..?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 2:06 am
(( Beach -> Drinks booth, tagging no one in particular, just watching. ))
Alex was right, this was just a game, so why was Rivener getting so worked up over it? Sure sometimes he gets annoyed easily and was not afraid to voice out his thoughts, but to act so brashly and try to physically hurt these Freis? It was strange, very strange. He felt like there was more to his anger, there was a hidden agenda.
Letting go of the scorpion's wrist as he apologized, Lazarus watched Rivener left haughtily, his brows furrowed slightly in worry. Half of him wanted to go accompany him and ask what's wrong, but the better part of him decided that there was enough Rivener stalking for the day, and he should leave the scorpion to cool down alone.
The winds started to pick up as he turned his crimson eyes towards the ocean, then came the signal for the start of the sandcastle building contest. He missed the announcement of the results of the paintball tournament, but it doesn't seem to matter much now as he gave a disapproving look at Varun, Prajna and Eiry. Without a word, he left the group as he floated back idly towards the drinks booth.
The weather was not as sunny anymore, but he felt the need to have a drink, to unwind himself from the little episode earlier. "Hey." He greeted Kyou curtly as he took the jug of sangria out of the fridge, unhappy to see it still full. He took all morning to make this jug of sangria, and Kyou didn't thought about serving it? Pouring a glass full for himself, he put the jug on the counter free for all to see, in hopes that someone would come and request a glass.
Taking a sip from his glass, he quietly enjoyed the view of the beach. But silently his eyes scanned the span of the beach for the tell tale red and black silhouette of the scorpion. It took him a while, but he saw him further down at the beach, seeming to be talking to someone. And then, he saw who Rivener was talking to as the discussion ended - Zul. Eyes a little wide in surprised, he watched quietly as Zul crossed the sands towards the parking lot. The baphomet didn't look very pleased to say the least, and so was Rivener as he noticed that the scorpion did not move or turn around, he just remained stationary with his back facing the booths. Frowning, Lazarus wondered if he was okay. For a moment he wanted to go and talk to him, to be there for him or something, that's what friends are for right? But something told him that this was not something that he should simply butt into.
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Rown generated a random number between
5 and 10 ...
6!
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 7:04 am
(( Ripley - SANDCASTLES?! ;; Rong Wei - Drinks Booth [watching] TAG TO KYOU
Sandcastle Points: 6 ))
Just as he had been with the paintball gun, Ripley was on the same level of understanding about sandcastles. The name sounded familiar since he'd heard several loose humans about the beach mention it was the did something or another in the sand, but it simply hadn't clicked for him just yet. It had been much easier for the Egyptian Frei to wander around after the paintball event than to have him actually stay in one area amongst the people, seeing as he was covered in that hideous shade of green and had no earthly idea how to get it off. There was always the option of getting himself wet, but if Ripley knew even his most basic of sciences then he was fairly certain water + electricity = something not good.
For the most part the cooling down of the temperature thanks to the approaching storm was welcome since it slowed the hardening of the disgusting paint against his body, leaving Ripley more of a chance to wipe what he could from his face or peel what was already dried off without having to worry about it being painful. If there was one sensation out of the many he was slowly learning it was that Ripley did not like pain in the slightest, but he surmised that most all living beings did not like having pain inflicted upon themselves. Causing pain to others however was a different category entirely, and Ripley was pretty fond of that.. . . not that he would openly admit it. Yet.
Putting all of that aside, a man had indeed announced that sandcastles were to be started and people should avoid the shoreline (not a problem), so with eyes glancing around at everyone else about him - even the small children who may have been running about - Ripley got to work. If making a sandcastle involved lumping sand into a mound and shaping it, as he was watching others do, then even he could do it.
"Let's see how far I can go, hmmm?"
He mused, likely only to himself since he was being given a wide berth.
Rong Wei had been silent after cleaning herself up and drinking whatever the good doctor had offered her to start sobering up, though she stiffened when several people came over, started chatting; her shoulders relaxed once the conversation stemmed away from her, and she even sighed with relief. It wasn't until one of the larger Raevens, a Sigel (yes, she could tell development level differences now thanks to Ripley's constant pointing it out) came over and joined the group already in progress at the booth. He was actually drinking something, unless her eyes fooled her, and Rong Wei bit her lip before she asked a question.
"I..see that he's drinking. Is that a skill or ability that develops with age or time? Ripley can't keep anything inside of him, not that I've tried to give him anything - he does it all on his own."
The question was directed more at Dr. Kyou, though her gaze lay firmly on Laz. Other than perhaps her very brief glances at Eiry, or the horrid encounter with Rivener, Ripley and his solo-chestness was the extent of what she'd seen on Raevens. Part of her hoped and assumed they were a different type and her freak with wings wouldn't be able to look like that one day, but seeing as there was more than one now it probably was only a matter of time.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 8:04 am
[ DRINKS BOOTH: Xiu -> Lazarus ]
Now the the paintball game over and the sandcastle game getting well underway, Xiu decided that it was time for some interaction. Casting his blue eyes about for familiar faces, Xiu noticed that Zul and Rivener had gone off together. He was not sure where Varun had Prajna had gone but that was not important. The two of them were troublemakers at any rate. Prajna with its surprise kisses and Varun with his…male-dominance…thing.
Stretching and folding his wings neatly behind him lest he accidentally hit someone in the crowded party, Xiu finally set his eyes on a familiar figure. A…friend. Yes, that was the word. Floating easily to the drinks booth, Xiu noticed that Lazarus was drinking something from a glass. Apparently the Sigel enjoyed a cool drink now and then.
Not noticing Rong Wei who was behind Lazarus (might have gone to talk with someone else otherwise as he had been absent from lessons ever since he grew) , Xiu waved at the firey Sigel with a smile. Reaching for his handy notebook, the white Sigel’s face fell when he realized that…his book was missing.
Must have dropped it in the paintball game thought the white raevan with a frown. Now how was he going to interact with Lazarus?
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:35 pm
((Delia & Ebs=Petting Zoo -> Beach aka their stuff))
“Ello Mister Lekabel.” Cordelia replied formally, her smoky voice softer than normal. Even though she had come to know nothing, but the utmost of kindness and calm from Dayo’s crimson haired guardian thus far, there was still this tiny bit of warning in the back of her head telling the basilisk to be careful around this one. She couldn’t help it; the feeling was something hardwired into her and unlike his empathic charge, Fathle could not exactly cancel out the emotions or rather overshadow them with greater ones.
Pressing her own hand to Delia’s fair skin, “I think it’s about time for another layer of sunscreen Dove. You’re getting a little pink.” At this suggestion, Cordelia made a sour face and backed off completely from her human. The last thing she wanted to do was have that smelly, goopy mess rubbed all over her skin again.
With crossed arms and a stubborn pout, “No.” “Cordelia…” Ebony’s voice became stern like tempered steel as she crossed her own arms over her bikini clad chest. “I’m not playing around. Either you put more sunscreen on or we’re leaving, got it?” The girl’s dark lips parted to protest; yet…none came. Instead her silver eyes got really wide, threatening tears and her lips trembled slight. Ebby wouldn’t drag her home now…would she?
There was a moment of tension as the twosome battled silently, neither Ebony nor Cordelia wanting to budge on their side of the argument. It would be the purple haired Brit to break the silence first with a shrug. “Well, sorry Mister Lekabel, Ekundayo. I think Cordelia’s had enou-” “Okay! I’m sorry! I choose stinky sunscreen stuff okay?” quickly broke in the snake, not the one bit pleased at having lost that match. If she had legs, Delia would be kicking at the sand in dismay. Ebony chuckled; delighted she’d won, though honestly it was for the Raevan’s best interest not to end up a fried tomato. Clearing her throat, “As I was saying, I think Cordelia’s had enough sun for the moment. It’s time for a little break so I can reapply her sunscreen. Please excuse us.” Quickly she snatched up the little black viper’s hand and led her back to their spot on the beach where they’d left their stuff.
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Storei generated a random number between
5 and 10 ...
8!
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:37 pm
[[Sandcastles! ( 8 )]]
For the most part, Eiry didn't really know how to react to the situation other than float off to the side and watch with amusement. Rivener stormed close to him and Prajna, another frei in tow, and with one fell swoop scooped the other's neck into his grip. Surprised by his brother's behavior, Eiry should have known that it was with ill intent that he nabbed the two young frei, but he looked on it, instead, as an attempt at some trick or prank. And Eiry was all for it. Giving a great cackle, thinking that it would lead to a grand old time, Eiry was about to spurn his brother onwards when Lazarus bustled over to them and began to yank on one of the freis in Rivener's grip.
"Oh, share not fisticuffs with the brother of mine," Eiry said, laughing as he spoke and trying to dissuade Lazarus from interrupting their "fun", "Merely to share a bout of mischief is all his intent, I am sure! Prithee, release him and he will release the fresh catch." But it was before his words could really sink in, one of the freis dug her nails into Rivener's arm. A flash of terrible and ghastly rage passed over Eiry's face. How dare she hurt his brother! Opening his mouth to howl at the stupif frei, Eiry was interrupted by Alex who stormed over and, with a stern set of brows Eiry was becoming all too familiar with, began berating them for their behavior. Such words Eiry had heard before from all matter of people besides her, so they had little to no effect on him, and while his brother dampened, Eiry simmered with happy bubbles.
"Oh, Alex, fair woman, a mere game it was, a friendly tussle in the sand, no more than that! No more. A friendly wrestling match, a flexing of brawn, a show, a mere game, I prithee," he yammered, but such words Alex had also grown accustomed to. As soon as he had said his part, though, the mess was already dispelling, with raevans going their own ways. Rivener passed by and clapped him on the shoulder, and Eiry offhandedly touched his hand with his own cold digits as he moved off. "Good brother," he squeaked earnestly, "By your side like one of your own faithful wings I shall be, always." And with those words the two brothers were separated.
Another domino of events fell. Zeke, from his booth, announced the beginning of the last contest, one, Eiry had made sure to enter! Grinning his Cheshire smile, all previous feelings and concerns suddenly forgotten, Eiry joined the surge of people meandering their way to the shoreline. As he left, though, he gave a chilling growl to Prajna and its Varun. "Such trivialities I will venture to forget," he swore, "For one who would scream so vehemently, but vehemence is all I will house for you if but you raise another hand against my dearest brother mine." And with a slow bow as dangerous as a snake coiling itself to strike, Eiry slowly drifted away from the two to the shore, his red eyes focusing on the sand.
Then everything was pretty much forgotten.
With the task at hand now entertaining his thoughts, Eiry was the perfect picture of joy. He laughed and sang poetry as he scouted the damp sand for a good spot to begin his endeavor, and eventually he chose an area near Isikoro. The boy was fast asleep on the sand, his arms tucked underneath his head and his mouth tucked into his collar. No amount of dissonant singing from Eiry could wake him now. After dealing with Eiry for as long as he had, Isi could now sleep through any kind of obnoxious noise Eiry had to offer.
Which was exactly what Eiry would need.
Setting up a site near his sleeping guardian, Eiry began to haphazardly gather large piles of sand, using his weak powers of telekinesis to push up dunes of wet sand. He grinned as he worked and hummed a small broken tune that could probably turn hair grey and by the time he considered the first part of his task complete, all he had was a gigantic mound of sand.
"Perfect!" Eiry beamed. He was well on his way to creating his work of art.
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Rown generated a random number between
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7!
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 6:47 pm
(( Ripley - SANDCASTLES!!
Points: 13 ))
Of course simply saying that he would be building a sandcastle was easier done than actually making it, as Ripley still had no idea behind the process. He'd been piling sand like those around him, sure, but nothing was taking shape. A few actually had towers and spires thanks to plastic bucket aids, and when he glanced down at what he was working on all Ripley could do...was frown. He had a massive lump for all his efforts, and it was very unappealing. He did Not Approve.
With a smash of his fist (after being sure no one was looking) Ripley destroyed the small mound with effortless ease, the air around him crackling with electricity at his displeasure. Several grains beneath his hand seemed to sparkle and harden, not that he noticed, as the pounding continued for a few moments longer until his temper has been satisfied. He began again at piling the sand, though he kept his eyes looking around to others for tips.
A few ideas started to flow into his mind, creativity actually being one of his bigger skills as of late, and he tried to recall something he'd seen enough that he wouldn't have problems recreating it out here on the beach without references.
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Aphismet generated a random number between
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10!
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 7:44 pm
[[Oceanside (Rivener) // Drinks Booth >> Beach SANDCASTLES! (Aphi)]]
Rivener stood stock still by the ocean for the longest time, just staring out at the waves with that shocked look on his face... Thank goodness his back was turned to everyone. He had to compose himself, knowing he couldn't go home just yet. He had to wait for the party to be over, so Aphi and Isi and Eiry would be ready to leave too. He couldn't be selfish and demand they leave now. He would have flown home by himself, but his wings weren't all that strong yet to carry him such a long distance. Besides, it was starting to be cold now, and the higher in the sky Riv would go, the colder it would be... Without a shirt, Riv might freeze enough to do himself serious harm.
How odd that he could still think so calmly, so straight. It almost didn't seem fair. Until he recognized it as his brain frantically grasping onto any thoughts that didn't hurt so damned much right now.
He couldn't stay here for hours... Self-conscious, Rivener turned and headed to a spot in the sand, laying down on his stomach and crossing both arms as a makeshift head pillow. He lay his head in the crook of an elbow, hiding himself, and tried to cover his body with his wings both against the cold and against the off chance that he'd be spotted. The Scorpion definitely didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, he just wanted to wait out the rest of this party silently.
Aphismet heard the call for sandcastles, and with a broad grin he waved goodbye to Yuurei. "I'm signed up for that, so I gotta go. Help yourself to any more food you want, okay?"
Grabbing his coconut, the chef headed for the seaside. He was a masterful sandcastle builder if he said so himself! Aphismet used to play in the sandbox a hell of lot, back in the day when he actually had one. Surely this was like riding a bike, and you never really forgot how. The white-haired man picked a spot near enough to the encroaching waves that he might go steal some still-damp sand if he needed it. ...Although with the tide coming in like that, would this spot really be safe?
Aphi knelt and wiggled his coconut into the sand until he stood upright, safe from accidental tipping. With a pleased grin he began gathering up his materials, anything he could find that might look pretty: seashell bits, pretty stones, dried seaweed, driftwood for the portcullis... And with his pile of treasures now secured, the chef could launch into the building itself. He drew out with a finger the basic layout in the sand: four corner towers with a wall connecting them, a moat and a drawbridge... Then in the center, one larger tower, hopefully well-decorated. With his plan in place, Aphi started pulling wet sand up from under the dry stuff, piling roughly in the proper areas.
He'd gotten to a great start!
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Yuurei-dono generated a random number between
5 and 10 ...
10!
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 9:11 pm
((Lucia= Oceanside->popsicle booth / Ty= Oceanside->petting zoo / Yuurei=drinks booth->sand castle))
[Total: 10]
Lucia watched Zul quizzically, not sure what he meant. It reacted to water? Hers didn’t do that. She looked down at his glowing rune, watching it and wondering how it could react weird to anything. When Ty jumped and droplets of water flew at her, the frei’s head whipped around, almost disturbed until she saw – Alex. Smiling at her brief appearance and casualness with Ty, Lucia was about to thank her for the compliment when she continued on, telling Zul someone – wasn’t Jez his tutor? – was waiting for him.
Before she could even really understand what happened, she was alone with Ty. Alex had gone back to the beach. And Zul had left. She waved her fingers at him, a confused smile playing on her lips as she wasn’t sure what just happened. Lucia blinked a few times and turned to Ty. ”I’m going to say hi to Zeke…” she said shrugging at the rapidness of what unfolded.
She spread her wings, a little worried about the prospect of rain, and flew over to the popsicle booth, waving at Zeke.
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Ty jumped as the water splashed his back. It wasn’t cold, but he hadn’t been expecting it. Cool water dripped down his shirt, wetting the thin cotton. Spinning around and seeing it was Alex, Ty grinned at her. Boyfriends didn’t matter. Hell, as long as the ladies were willing, husbands didn’t matter. He let her rub paint from the game off of him, but before he could grab her and toss her in the ocean, she began walking back towards her stand.
Ty decided to take her advice once Lucia left, pulling off his Voltrovian Man shirt and tossing it with his stuff. Kicking off his shoes, he casually walked into the rolling waves. Walking against the pull of the waves, Ty got far enough into the water to dive into an incoming wave. Swimming out a little, his strong breast stroke made it so he could only push so far before he was a decent ways away from the shore. So keeping it easy, the toned blonde dove under the water to scrub any paint off of him.
Resurfacing, he floated along with the waves for a few minutes before letting a wave carry him in. Instead of walking for his towel, Ty strode along the sand and directly over to Alex. The warm water was still sliding down his body and his swim trunks were still dripping the salt water.
”So Alex, are we playing this game? Because if you want to get wet, you know I can arrange it.” He laughed grinning at her his bright green eyes glinting mischievously. He would have no problem dragging or carrying her right into the water.
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Yuurei smiled and nodded at Aphi’s reference to his drink. The blonde watched him walk off to the sandcastle, a smile on her face. ”Wait – aren’t I supposed to be doing that too?!” she asked, a little unsure. She would get there eventually.
Yuurei walked over to the bar, quickly asking for a drink. ”Can I have some of that sangria? I love that drink. And if you can, can I have it in a coconut?” Waiting a few minutes until she got it, the blonde woman smiled at Kyou before walking over to the sand castle event.
She stopped by Ripley, Eiry, and Aphi a little confused. Letting the purple straw slip out from between her plump lips, Yuurei looked around. ”This isn’t a team thing?” Oh s**t.
She was expected to do this thing herself? Well plopping down, Yuurei took a minute to see what the other people were doing. She spied on everyone. And didn’t come up with squat.
So downing the wine and fruit-based drink, Yuurei placed the coconut down in the sand – upside down – and figured it was a better starting point than nothing. Grabbing a pail and set of shovel and rake, the blonde set to work. Striding over to the water, she grabbed some and some wet sand. Mixing it up a bit with the handle of the rake, Yuurei’s eyes narrowed. Where to place this thing now? – she wondered, looking at the coconut.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 12:32 am
(( Drinks booth - Tag Rong Wei // Drinks booth - Tag Xiu ))
Kyou was idly watching the start of the sandcastle event as he relax on the counter, the winds sweeping into his face and sent a few strands of his hair flying. Although the change of weather like this is normal on a beach, but he had a bad feeling that something bad might happen soon. It was one of those gut feelings that he couldn't pinpoint a source of origin from, silently he hoped his gut feelings were wrong.
The scientist did not notice Lazarus's short greeting because he was a little lost in thoughts, but Rong Wei's question though he did not miss, since she was closer to him than the Sigel. Lifting his golden eyes at the incubus who currently had his back to him, he smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah, something like that." He began, taking a swig from his glass as well. "When they are Sigels, they have a more comprehensive digestive system compared to a Frei. Although not complete, the stomach could still absorb and digest nutrients from liquid food. Solid food is still highly discouraged though."
Drinking his sangria, he was still watching Rivener worriedly when another familiar face appeared around the corner of his eyes. "Xiu!" His heart skipped a beat at the white Sigel's presence. Although with his paintball stained white vest, he looked a bit comical. Then again, he can't say he don't either since his side and back are plastered green. But more importantly, Xiu looked a bit troubled, which brought a frown upon Lazarus's face. "Something wrong?" He asked, sounding concerned as he settle his half empty glass down and floated towards the other Sigel.
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Aphismet generated a random number between
5 and 10 ...
10!
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 5:22 am
[[Beach SANDCASTLES! (Aphi) <Yuurei>>]]
[total: 20]
Aphismet was off to a VERY good start. His corner towers were roughly built, as well as the walls closing in his fortress. He dug out a moat, deep enough that the naturally occuring water under the sand showed up. He placed a driftwood bridge, and strategically placed a few flat black stones on their edge in the moat, like shark fins. Each corner tower was topped with a rolled-up seaweed "roof", and Aphi even dug little brick-shaped parapets along the walls. His sand was drying, but he'd packed things hard enough that it would stick if he didn't touch it. Hopefully there wouldn't come a strong gust of wind before this thing is over, or it might knock his fragile sand buildings down!
The chef then turned his attention to the middle tower. ...Hmmmm, perhaps he should have done this the other way around. Now he'd have to be extra careful not to touch the surrounding constructs.
Gingerly, Aphismet piled up the wet sand and built himself a three-tiered central castle. He'd put smaller towers on it here and there with seaweed roofs, but for the moment he needed to get that middle structure looking as good as possible. As he was gouging out little windows with a finger, Yuurei walked by sounding confused. The chef's brown eyes flicked up and he laughed. "Sorry, Yuurei, it's everyone for himself or herself. Better hurry up though!" He pointed her over to the sands. "Careful not to get too close to the tide!"
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