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Titus really only had one thought floating through his mind at this very moment.



Outside of that he thought this was utter bullshit. When he thought trials he didn't think they would be playing in the sand all day. Honestly was this what the horseman did most of the time? Sit back on the beach with a refreshing drink topped with an umbrella and make bloody sandcastles? It was unreal.

S-s-sandcastles? Riyo had been prepared for something like an epic boat ride through treacherous storms and s**t like that.

Approaching her team with a very obvious confusion, she readjusted the captain's hat on her head and looked down at the sand. "... You know guys. I don't mean to sound... Doubtful or anything. But uh... If the four clans hold building sandcastles sacred, we miiiiight be a little bit better off at Amityville. Just sayin'. I mean, I'm all for seeing this through to the end, but if we lose... Don't take it too personally. NOT THAT WE WILL." It was her attempt at a moving speech, and it pretty much meant 'We can try, but we might be better off not winning.'

The feline had also brought the bag Hel made her along, storing all her valuables in there. Her shirt and pants were rolled up, but now that she was seeing where they'd be... Was it such a good idea? The feline was so pale the sun practically reflected off her skin. "... Did anybody bring sun block?"

Hot.

And sunny.

Not good for the incredibly pale reaper.

Mot stood with his team mates looking dismal. Not because of his personal drama. No, it was the heat and the sun. Lucky for Mot, he had a hat. Unlucky for him, he had layers and leather. The reaper felt like he was cooking inside his own clothes.

It became too much, and the reaper cast off his prudish nature in favour of being slightly more comfortable.
Mot stripped out of all but his jeans and hat, using his headgear's wide brim to shield his eyes from the sun of the human world. His things were folded and piled near Hel's.

With a heavy sigh, Mot wipes sweat from his brow. "Sunscreen.. I wish they'd warned us.."

Xiu grinned at Riyo's speech, hands clasped behind her as she shrugged. "Well, let's try our best, okay? I've never made a sandcastle before, but..." How hard could it be, right?

Perking up as the phone rang to alert her of another text--a reply from Amphi, no doubt--the baku scrambled to read it and send a reply back.



Her finger slipped as someone suddenly yelled out her name. Ignoring the fact that she had just sent a half-finished text, Xiu looked up with wide eyes, scanning the spectator stands. Who was calling for her? A friend? Or--

Oh jack no.

Her reaction was instantaneous--her shoulders stiffened, her tail bristled and fluffed at out the tip, and her cheeks were puffed out in that irritated way. When she had told Amphi that she was worried about being embarrassed, she hadn't meant being embarrassed like this. She considered marching up to him and giving him a piece of her mind, but...they needed to get working on their sandcastle soon.

Though it was already pretty obvious by her frown, the lashing of Xiu's tail was a clear indication that she was annoyed as she sent out two texts.





She was kidding about the second text. Mostly, anyways. There were more important things to focus on than the boil who was yelling at her to strip. Turning to look at Titus, Xiu crossed her arms over her chest. "I guess...come up with a basic design, and we'll start from there? I don't think we were given any specific guidelines about what to build, so."

Was Titus checking out Mot's ghoul?

He was.

> sad

The reaper narrowed his eyes at the demon, but gave him no lip. No, he had better things to do. Like start the castle. Hel had the right idea.. after having carried out a bad one. "Don't drink the water here. It's human water." He scolded softly, but could not help a small smile that graced his features. It was hard staying mad at Hel, especially since he felt like he overreacted after having cooled off from their fight.

Mot looked at their spot, and got an idea. They needed some sort of defense. How about a moat?

Mot knelt down near Hel and got to work at digging a moat.

Titus caught the scrawny reaper looking his way. With his arms crossed he gave a sneer. "What you lookin' at, Scarecrow? I have to tell ya boils aren't my type." And then the sputtering and gagging caught his attention and he found Hel choking on seawater. "AHAHAHA."

He laughed as he made his exit from the scene determined not to be the one to play in the sand. He was too good for scareling activities. Besides, he was determined to find something cool to use with this stupid sandcastle.

Making his way to the water's edge Titus started to wade into a tide pool looking for anything of interest. There seemed to be quite a few things around though the demon was quickly finding it hard to walk. A couple more steps and he would find his sandal snagged on something. "What the hell? What is-?" The demon tried to yank his way free but only managed to fall, landing himself waist deep in the tide pool.

He sat for a moment, his face blank before slowly contorting into something strange.



With a loud yelp Titus skyrocketed out of the tide pool, flailing and cursing in languages that were obviously not English. He stumbled and fell face first on the beach, the problem made apparent when the sea urchin stuck to his rear came into view. Twitching fingers came around to remove it and Titus took great lengths to chuck it aside before trying to get back to his feet.

Now more than displeased with the situation Titus limped his way back to the crew covered in the seaweed he had evidently tangled his feet in with a few other sea creatures clinging to the bare skin of his arm. Once he got close he started to shake himself off pulling the seaweed from his person and dumping it in a pile at the base of the sandcastle effectively cutting off the moat. Once everything else had been cleared he looked to the group.

"There....I helped..." He huffed before storming off to fume. Titus hated sandcastles.

Titus calling Mot a ‘scarecrow’ and then laughing at her were not appreciated. The ghoul only glared at the demon for now though. Work needed to be done, and he obviously wasn’t going to help.

After another glanced at Mot, the ghoul got back to work, though once again she paused to stare at Titus as he yelped, flailed and cursed…and then fell fast first into the sand…with a sea urchin sticking him in the a**. Hel paused, and her face was rather neutral for quite a long moment. Her lips twitched.

…

“BWAHAHAHAA!” The ghoul howled with laughter at the demon’s predicament. She missed as he came up to dump some seaweed on the moat, though as he turned around, something caught on the back of his arm got her attention. Hel shot up from her spot curiously, hopping over Mot and chasing after Titus. With little to no warning, the ghoul came up behind him and ripped the Sand Dollar off of his skin.

“Huh!” She also gave him a shove to get him away from her as she returned back to the beginnings of their sand castle. This critter felt weird…but hey, whatever. Maybe they could use it for something!