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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 12:50 pm
Rin gave Jerry a look like his face just melted off. The ******** s/he talkin' 'bout?
Instead she scuttled to just sit with them instead, Indian style, and drew a deeep slow breath and exhaled, "Are you wanting to sleep, Sasha? Should I be quiet and not talk then?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 12:51 pm
Just as the creature finally went down, a few things happened almost simultaneously.
First was the reappearance of one Death Division lead, carrying Circe in one hand and a perfect quarter-eaten Haagen-Daaz strawberry ice cream parfait in the other, uniform and weapon oddly devoid of the blood of their vanquished enemies - or watermelons, or whatever really.
The local newspaper would publish the next day that a lady carrying a large glowing scythe had traipsed into the Haagen-Daaz store and promptly demanded at weapon point that they make her the perfect strawberry ice cream parfait. Oh, and no whipped cream.
No no no they didn't want any money just the ice cream. What? No, it wasn't a gun, it was an oversized glowing farming instrument really.
As said: very local newspaper.
Second and more importantly was the waters around the trainees as they churned and bubbled and-
- From the shallow depths emerged the watermelon fog tentacle monster again, as it began flailing its limbs angrily, lashing out with renewed gusto. Trainees went flying left and right full force -some unfortunately feeling a little more than just smacked by a tentacle -
- As Allan(ette) finally stepped forward, well half-stepped, half-wobbled. She sniffled, wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and braced herself. "You know," she finally said, now that she had finished pouring out all her feelings to the trainees, "I'm beginning to think your babies don't appreciate being thrown."
No really, Allan.
Another watermelon sloshed dangerously next to her as the Sun lead sidestepped a tentacle. In a flash she was in the air, her weapon raised, form blotting out the sun rather perfectly as she descended from high, high in the sky. "There is nothing sadder than the hatred and scorn of a mother who has forgotten how to love! True beauty is not in their appearance but of the actions of their heart, their kokoro! Being shunned does not mean you have to reject the love of those around you! Open yourself to the light!"
Caelius simply watched as she took a very, very slow scoop of her ice cream, not bothering to look up as she sat down on a deserted beach stretcher.
"SUN GETSUGA BUSTER THREE THOUSAND AND SEVEN LIGHT EXALTED BEAUTY ATTACK!!!" Allan's sword went crashing down on the skull of the creature, there was a huge blast of light and wind from the impact, one that sent trainees flying backwards, sent the waves crashing the other direction, the sky and wind itself to howl-
Caelius took another careful scoop of her ice cream, making sure to save the strawberry for last.
- As the creature finally groaned and disappeared, in one last anguished cry.
Allan(ette) landed gracefully on the sand, taking the time to pose a victory pose. She paused, blinked a few times, and then promptly passed the ******** out from too much alcohol consumption.
Silence again. The sun was shining again, the waters clean and beautiful, and for some reason, the five star hotel resort people were still serving drinks.
"Err," began a Sun Hunter, walking towards Her Highness, "Are we done this mission now? Should we you know, head back?"
Her Highness's death glare made it very obvious that noone was going anywhere until they were done. You know, with their perfect strawberry ice cream parfait.
Well, at least the weather was nice. OOC -Trainees can now enjoy themselves, enjoy a drink, take a shower or massage, hooray!
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:00 pm
Ami stirred gently, the pain from her watermelon headache now ebbing away. Ohhhhhhh god that was painful. The sun was shining way too brightly. Who the ******** invented the sun to shine so brightly? That person should be shot a thousand times over.
AND THE WAVES. The waves were SO ******** LOUD.
"Unnnnnnnnn," Ami groaned, falling back onto the sand.
She was just going to lay here for a while.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:02 pm
And then Cass was sent flying back to land on her a**. She was doing really well with being unproductive today, now wasn't she? Never the less, it seemed like Caelius wasn't forcing them to go back yet, and Allan was...
... Passed out on the beach. For some reason, she was really tempted to get out the marker and draw the moustache on their Sun Division leader again. That would have been a good memory.
Still, there was sun, the monster was down, and she probably had a good chance to just relax and enjoy herself for a bit. Until a surge of pain ripped through her abdomen and she just collapsed onto her knees to wrap her arms around herself.
"I just want a slurpee..." she whimpered. A slurpee would cure all of her ailments, that was for sure.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:03 pm
Sasha merely waved a hand in Rin's general direction when Allan finished his tetsuma kokoro namaste blast four-thousand. Thankfully she seemed far enough away from the impact that it didn't seem to send her flying back.
"You can do whatever you want, Rin. I'm just... gonna lay here a little longer."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:06 pm
The light and wind bowled Deryk right over, but once he recovered from that, he realized the fight was over. FINALLY. At least Allan broke that this time. Instead of... the table. That poor table...
Oh and there was Caelius now. Where the hell had he been all this-- was that ice cream?
Deryk wanted ice cream.
Deryk also wanted a shower.
Shower first. Then ice cream. Yes. This sounded like a plan.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:08 pm
For a confusing few moments the world was full of water and tentacles.
And then he was airborne. It was probably a good thing he was pretty drunk or this s**t might have been really confusing.
He ended up on a beach deckchair, Tracey sinking about a foot into the sand by his side with a loud THUNK.
Could have been worse.
He needed more alcohol to deal with this crap. Getting to his feet he desummoned the axe with a wave of his hand and tottered - still dripping water all over the place, and completely without a bikini top - towards the bar. He needed someone to complain at about this nonsense but surely Ace and Jordan would find their way there eventually.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:10 pm
Simon picked Allan up and carried her into the shade. She'd spend the rest of the time alternating between fanning her leader and talking about her feelings. Of which she had many. The majority of which concerned housekeeping and why can't they have nice things?
The doctor was now laying on her stomach, with two chatty Brazilian ladies in tiny bikinis massaging her back and legs as she sipped her drink.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:34 pm
Rin turned and flopped beside those two on her back. Perhaps Sasha knew something she didn't and perhaps they should nap then. On the comfy sand under the nice warm sun... hmm... this was nice.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:36 pm
Jerry pouted.
"Would... you guys like daiquiris? I could probably go wrangle some up-" She answered, suddenly bright and sparkly. It seemed business was done for now... they'd figure out their chest and hormone situation later, she supposed.
Hopefully soon.
In the meantime... Sasha wouldn't notice if his daquiri wasn't virgin, right?
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:37 pm
Staying down had been a good idea. Tentacles went lashing everywhere with ferocious abandon - wait, no, no, staying down had NOT been a good idea, the last time Jordan had encountered something with tentacles it had taken an all-too-disturbing interest in him. He scrambled back, cursing.
And then Allan descended upon the monster like a bolt from above. Or something. The shockwave threw Jordan high up onto the beach; when he regained his bearings, the monster was gone, and the beach looked as though the creature had never been there. Where was Allan - Simon was fussing over Allan in the shade. Oh, good. There wasn't going to have to be a search.
Jordan picked himself up grumpily and headed in the direction of the showers. He was covered in melon juice, salt and sand, and if they weren't going anywhere just yet he refused to stand around feeling disgusting.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:47 pm
Sasha waved her hand lazily in response to Jerry's question. She looked like she might be half-asleep.
"Yes, sure, whatever."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:57 pm
As she slowly pulled down her mask, Wilson eyed the strawberry parfait a little too enviously. She frowned deeply before forcing herself to look away. She would get her own ice cream later. Yeah, she totally would. Placing her goggles on top of her head, Wilson slowly walked over to Ami. She bent down to poke her in the shoulder. “Are you okay?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 3:02 pm
Ami groaned again as Wilson poked her RIGHT IN THE ******** SUNBURN.
"Sunbuuuuuuuuuuuurn," she whined. Ami sighed and decided it was time to sit up. She held her head as the pain hadn't QUITE subsided (damn you watermelons!), but after blinking a few times and sitting there it went away.
She noted that Caelina had some ice cream in her hand was getting mighty jealous. Had she been ~of age~ Ami might have gone for some alcohol, but no. She had to wait 'til next year for that. Honestly she probably could've snuck it, but Ami was a good girl.
Grabbing Wilson's arm, she hoisted herself up and dusted off the sand that was now attached to her body like glitter. "Ice cream sounds really ******** good right now." Especially since she felt like she was about to burst forth with a lot of sad emotions and QQs.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 3:04 pm
It hadn't taken Rep too long to rustle up another drink for himself, currently telling some more daring and curious bystanders an upset and tearful story about how some thing had come up the beach and totally stolen his bikini top.
Oddly, some of the nice men were happy to console him with some booze. How nice of them.
He had to fight to keep the smirk away as he thanked them for helping him calm his nerves.
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