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{{Sand n' stuff ---> Beach Bar}}

The inventor was surprisingly fast (that was probably a good thing since he seemed to fear many things), and evasive as well. Zayne laughed anyways, watching all the narrow misses. His throat had gone somewhat hoarse, and he sounded like a cackling old man before he finally cleared his throat.

Plopping onto the seat that he was motioned to, Zayne smiled at the bartender "Kyou, right? I think we met in passing before or something... I would love some lemon honey green tea." He took a small sip of his drink. Wow. That felt amazing. His throat somewhat cleared up from that burning feeling, and he looked over at his friend who had suggested this in the first place.

The inventor was laying his face on the cold bar, and rubbing his head from what most likely seemed like a headache. He pushed his cup into Altair's hands. A somewhat father-like feeling came back like when he was with Damien, and lightly put his hand onto Altair's forehead, just in case he had a fever. "Hey, you alright?" He lightly massaged a pressure point in his friend's neck before turning to Kyou. " Can I have another glass, please?"

[[ Beach Bar ]]

Altair took a large gulp of Zayne's tea, and abruptly felt the energy to lift his face from the bar countertop and sit upright. He felt invigorated as the liquid cascaded down his throat, filling it with the much-needed moisture and hydration he'd been waiting for. "Bloody hell," he said, catching his breath from the large gulp and looking at the bartender, whom he now found out was named Kyou, and then his friend Zayne. "Thanks, both of you." Back in a proper state of mind, he took another massive gulp of his friend's drink, downing the entire glass this time, taking a couple blocks of ice in to melt in his mouth. Looking at Zayne after finishing his entire drink, he smiled awkwardly, with two large ice-cube shaped chunks in his cheeks. "Shorry," he said, unable to properply pronounce his "S." "I am fine," he answered to him, thankful and appreciative of his paternal caring. "And lots better after that drink. I hope you're not feeling to awfully? And when does Damien get back from his little paintball escapades? I hope he doesn't get too badly bruised or anything of that sort."

Directing his attention to Kyou once again, he smiled at him as well, although one icecube had already melted, so he only had a bulge in his right cheek. "Errrm, I'll take another drink, as well, please and thank you."

(( Paintball Field -- Cactus / Beach Bar Buffet ))

As the stranger came closer to her, she aimed her gun at him and was about to pull the trigger. Pausing, in a move that would have gotten her shot if the man was an opponent, she saw his green band. "I'm fine. Stupid asses keep getting me."

Lucia's eyes narrowed as she watched various teammates get hit by pint paint balls of pain. Her her body tensend as pink splattered on the other raevan on her team. Her interest peeked as she noticed her teammate -- that raevan from the pie eating contest she saw before, -- but she realized that this was not the time to socialize. "I'm going up," she told Damien.

She looked at the direction from which that paintball had come from and got ready to shoot her fourth shot. Using her practiced motions, she zoomed up in the air, aimed at the man who had tried to help her before (Dorian) and took a clean shot before zooming back down into the same ditch landing back next to Damien.


Yuurei nodded as the bar suddenly burst with life. "No problem." The water had basically washed out the gross taste. She continued to sip it as he served the other customers. She took an ice cube in her mouth and accidentally let it slip out. She let out a little scream as the cold ice slid over her chest and onto her toned stomach.

Yuurei let out a slight laugh at Dr. Kyou's question about Lucia's social tendencies. "Well, she hasn't had much time to interact with other raevans. Her only time was with Roux." She shook her head and sighed. "From what Lucia tells me it wasn't very fun living with him. And from what I've seen here, he felt the same about her." She paused and ran her finger around the sweating ring of her drink. "I hope she'll make friends here."

She continued, "And then with me, well there's a certain level of animosity. I don't know why. I do my best to try to help her, but she just doesn't seem to be open or respond to any attention I give her." Yuurei's eyes scanned the hard liquor behind the bar and debated asking for a shot. Talking about the issues between her and her charge weren't pleasant. "I know I'm not the brightest woman, but Lucia's bright. She's read a lot of the books in my library. And she always talks to me like I'm stupid . . . especially when I make mistakes." Yuurei turned on her stool absentmindedly. Her foot slipped off the footrest and she slipped forward, almost falling off the chair before catching herself with her hands on the bar. She smiled at Kyou, impishly.

(( Beach Bar ))

Nodding a bit, Alex covered her mouth to stiffle the laughter that came at the sight of the Bartending for Dummies book. She found it amusing and somewhat sweet to see the effort that Kyou was putting into his bartending. It was apparently serious business, and she could appreciate giving the best one could, even in this situation.

As other people started to approach and speak to Kyou, she smiled and listened to everyone and what they had to say. The woman near by out-right scared Alex as the other suddenly screamed and then went back to talking peacefully. Her wide green eyes flitted over to Kyou to see if this was a normal thing before looking out over the sand and towards the general area where the shrieks and hollaring could be heard from the paintball session. Were all of those people donating, or just here for support? It was a shame she couldn't offer the money that was needed, but she'd make sure to leave the bartender a decent 'tip' before she left.

((Beach Bar))

Her head tilted gently to the side in thought before giving a small smile in return. “I guess I’ll just see Aphismet and Isikoro later then. And when I see Eirdirsceol…I’ll be sure to run the other way.” Ebony gave the Raevan a playful wink. “Thanks for the heads up.”

Again, the Brit was taken aback and was somewhat hesitant by what Rivener was asking her. She had a thing about having her picture taken. It wasn’t that she was frightened by them like Eiry was, it was purely fear of what they could do…let her secret out. Although it wasn’t like anyone would be able to tell without very close inspection or rather investigation that she held a certain degree of likeness to a certain cat burglar. She was very good at not having any kinds of things being able to connect back to herself in her private life.

Nonetheless, Ebony couldn’t find the heart to refuse him. She had gotten off to a good start with him and didn’t want anything to ruin that. Besides, it wasn’t like Riv was going to turn around and sell them to the local paper or something. With a simple nod the purple haired woman replied, “Sure, I don’t mind.”

.ll Paintball Field, Melon -reloading- ll.

Josh examined the torrents of minute paintballs getting fired at his fellow melon warriors. It was as if waves of tiny pearls were speeding and zipping in the air above him. They were crashing in every direction and each one promised a snap of pain. It was almost impossible to look past team cactus’s sudden ferocity, however, Josh had managed to. The boy gasped in awe and excitement at what he found just across the field of shattered dreams and broken paintball casings. A pink bucket. Alas, this was not just any pink bucket. No-no-no, this was an enchanting salmon hued container sent from the heavens! This bucket was filled to the brim with a decadent assortment of gleaming rounds. Josh stared at it admiration and silently said a blessing to whichever deities had graced him with such a momentous gift.

Only one small thing stood in the boy’s way. Well, maybe it wasn’t that small. Josh still had to cross the entire sandy field to reach his glittering pail of paint filled gold. Josh gulped and tensed up in preparation. It was going to take a lot of skill if he hoped to make it out of the treacherous arena alive. Josh swiveled his gaze and began calculating a course. So, if he ducked behind the packed sculpture of the duck then crawled through the opening in the tower he may be able to make it. Josh turned two his two allies once more before he jumped headfirst into peril. It was a brave hero's last word... in a sense, “Wish me luck guys!”

One... two.... three...... GO!

Josh took off in a full sprint and followed his predetermined path to a key. He could only hope that he was moving fast enough to dodge the shots that were surely being fired at him. The boy managed to make it to the open field. Of course, he was panting and about ready to keel over from exhaustion, but he was proud enough over the fact that he had lost no limbs during his journey. He shakily opened his gun’s ball hopper and slipped in a handful of six balls. Josh precariously snapped the lid back on and winced as he remembered just how far he had to go to make it back to his previous location. Josh gasped to regain an even pattern of breathing and decided that it would be best to rest for a second. Then he would be recharged and ready to kick some cactus tail!!!

[[ Beach Bar ]]

Altair grimaced and cringed as Zayne's gory commentary of the action played out in his head, the Raevan actually eating the child's head in the vision in his mind's eye. He picked up on the sarcasm, though, and growled at Zayne for putting him through that scare. "I know they won't kill anyone, you sod," he said poutily. "But you bringing it up and making me think of it doesn't exactly help!"

A wide grin creeped across Altair's face as his food arrived before him on the bar counter. "Spot on, mate!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist lightly as his eyes surveyed the food. "Thanks, bloke. This all looks delicious!" Taking a fork and knife nearby, he pulled a plate majorly filled with veggies towards him and gathered a large ammount of them before shoving it in his mouth. "Thish ish delishsss! Gotta get mah veggss!" he said, food muffling his speech and making him barely audible above the hoots and yells and shouts coming from the paintball game. Altair kept stuffing his face with food, however, bringing over another plate and not differentiating between the substances on either; he was hungry and didn't care what he ate. From time to time, he looked up at Zayne and smiled, a piece or two (or five) hanging or sticking out from his mouth as he did so. Eventually, he realized he'd been eating octopi, something he was obvious to up till then because he'd been too busy looking at the food Zayne brought over, rather than listening to what he had to say at the time. Spearing a baby octopus with his fork, he lifted it into the air and said in a little, squeaky voice "Auuugh, please don't eaaaat meeeee" before shoving the fork in his mouth quickly and chewing up the octopus. Showing a note of class, he waited until he swallowed it to laugh heartily.