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| gamedate = 2007.11.25 | | gamedate = 2007.11.25 | ||
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− | | subtitle = | + | | subtitle = More green lightning to light up the beach. |
− | | location = Turtle Bay | + | | location = Turtle Bay, [[North Shore]] |
| plots = [[Plot:Blood in the Water]] | | plots = [[Plot:Blood in the Water]] | ||
− | | categories = | + | | categories = Changeling, Magic User, Scion, Shapeshifter |
| log = | | log = | ||
Turtle Bay is one of the last undeveloped areas of Oahu, and this little corner of it is so pristine it hardly looks like humans have set foot here. Nestled between two tall rocky outcroppings, this small, sheltered bay is a peaceful, quiet getaway that is almost entirely hidden from the larger beach. A wide ring of plastic tape on small metal spikes marks off an area of disturbed sand, with signs at all sides reading "DO NOT DISTURB. SEA TURTLE EGGS HATCHING." Beyond the golden sandy beachfront, a thick tangle of forest comes right up to the sand's edge. | Turtle Bay is one of the last undeveloped areas of Oahu, and this little corner of it is so pristine it hardly looks like humans have set foot here. Nestled between two tall rocky outcroppings, this small, sheltered bay is a peaceful, quiet getaway that is almost entirely hidden from the larger beach. A wide ring of plastic tape on small metal spikes marks off an area of disturbed sand, with signs at all sides reading "DO NOT DISTURB. SEA TURTLE EGGS HATCHING." Beyond the golden sandy beachfront, a thick tangle of forest comes right up to the sand's edge. | ||
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− | There's lots of crowds to go about in the more obviously touristy areas of Oahu. Not a lot of them blend very well for someone who has come to the land to seek some manner of new peace for himself. | + | There's lots of crowds to go about in the more obviously touristy areas of Oahu. Not a lot of them blend very well for someone who has come to the land to seek some manner of new peace for himself. That being, in this case, Carver, who frankly has had quite *enough* of all the crowds he has to wade through in Honolulu and the surrounding resorts proper. So there's walking. Much walking, in fact. He just headed out to walk without any proper direction and... didn't stop. |
And this leads him here, then, padding through the bay, decked out in shorts and a tank top, with a pair of dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes. Or, well. Eye. Not that one can really tell that his left eye is constantly closed with the shades in the way without getting right in his face to look. | And this leads him here, then, padding through the bay, decked out in shorts and a tank top, with a pair of dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes. Or, well. Eye. Not that one can really tell that his left eye is constantly closed with the shades in the way without getting right in his face to look. | ||
− | The sound of the electronic music over | + | The sound of the electronic music over that-away makes him pause, though-- more so than the signs warning about the turtle eggs, at that. Not really quite what he expected this way. |
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− | Volya sat in the sand, staring through the darkest to watch the scientist/conservationist moved about the nesting area. The woman wear a faint smile, wrapped up in a black and tan | + | Volya sat in the sand, staring through the darkest to watch the scientist/conservationist moved about the nesting area. The woman wear a faint smile, wrapped up in a black and tan Baja hoodie, cargo shorts, and the pointed tips of her weathered cowgirl boots danced up and down to the beat of the electronic music that played somewhere. Volya start humming along and vocalizing without knowing the words. Her blue eyes narrowed, and she waved a sleeve covered hand to Isaac, her smile widening. |
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− | "The fu--" All things considered, Carver's reaction to this turn of... *everything* is probably not all that unexpected. The sudden flash initially causes him to bring his arm up to shield his face instinctively (along with some very unfortunate memories, but | + | "The fu--" All things considered, Carver's reaction to this turn of... *everything* is probably not all that unexpected. The sudden flash initially causes him to bring his arm up to shield his face instinctively (along with some very unfortunate memories, but never mind those for now) and behind the sunglasses, his one eye widens out at the red-turning whirlpool. Oh *good*. "...Oy," he lets out, voice loud enough for the people - unfamiliar to him as they are - to hear. "Tell me I didn't just imagine the woman there." He hasn't quite realized, but his hands have ended up clenching into tight fists, while other muscles through him have locked up-- a slight tremble runs through him. |
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− | Isaac smiles and returns the wave to Volya, heading down from the rise to where she is sitting. "So, uh...what's going on? Something to do with the eggs?" He listens as Wren approaches and then gets his explanation. "Ah okay, that sounds cool. Are they a protected species?" He | + | Isaac smiles and returns the wave to Volya, heading down from the rise to where she is sitting. "So, uh...what's going on? Something to do with the eggs?" He listens as Wren approaches and then gets his explanation. "Ah okay, that sounds cool. Are they a protected species?" He gestures with a hand to the scientist who is loitering nearby. As the weather gets colder, Isaac pulls up the collar of his jacket, the young man starting to regret not bringing a scarf. Then...it all goes a bit wrong. As the light goes all green, Isaac ducks down, his eyes darting left and right as he tries to figure out what is going on...then the scientist disappears. "Okay, that wasn't right. She just...disappeared." Idly, his right hand pats his right thigh, something of a reassuring action it seems. |
− | Volya offered the same sleeve covered wave to Aksel and Wren as she hopped up to her feet. Green clouds and sky had Volya pulling back her hood, shaking out her tangles of sandy blonde hair. "This must register on an emotional level..." The rip in reality as the scientist stepped through caused her | + | Volya offered the same sleeve covered wave to Aksel and Wren as she hopped up to her feet. Green clouds and sky had Volya pulling back her hood, shaking out her tangles of sandy blonde hair. "This must register on an emotional level..." The rip in reality as the scientist stepped through caused her eyebrow to raise. "Please tell me it's faeries. It's a much easier problem to deal with, especially when it's black... Oily..." A giggle slipped out of her, "I am so high right now..." A slow smile formed and she started walking towards the rift and if necessary the trees beyond to find her way to the Nevernever. |
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+ | ''Follow Volya's adventure in the Nevernever'' [[Logs:A Matter of Manners|here]]''!'' | ||
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− | The disturbed sand inside the circle begins to shift, and the tip of a shark-toothed club carves its way free of the sand. 26 | + | The disturbed sand inside the circle begins to shift, and the tip of a shark-toothed club carves its way free of the sand. 26 desiccated fingers dig their way up through the loose earth and two ancient warriors emerge, still wearing the tattered remnants of their battle loincloth and wielding their hook-shaped shark-toothed clubs. Dozens more fingers continue to dig at the sand. |
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− | "...Oi." And this is where Carver starts backing up, slowly. Away from the eggs. Away from the zombies digging their way up from the sand. More towards the gathering of... well, quite literally everyone else (save Volya who is walking rift-wards see). " | + | "...Oi." And this is where Carver starts backing up, slowly. Away from the eggs. Away from the zombies digging their way up from the sand. More towards the gathering of... well, quite literally everyone else (save Volya who is walking rift-wards see). "This isn't some kind of show, is it?" he growls out. "Some elaborate theater display? I don't suppose I could be that lucky?" |
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"Well yes but ummm..." Isaac looks over Wren, noting his physique and the clothes he is wearing. "Okay, please, please, please don't do anything silly with it. I'm following Volya and I'll need my other gun for that anyway, this one won't hurt Fae quite so much." Twirling the gun in one hand, he offers it stock first to Wren and then, reaching into a pocket, he pulls out two magazines which he also hands over. "Give them hell!" He is about to speak again when the zombie he shot decides to get its own back, landing Isaac a blow across the legs which thankfully doesn't get through the cloth. "Shoot this one first!" Isaac offers and then charges towards where the rift once was. "Great, now how does this work again?" He asks the question of himself, his right hand idly drumming fingers against his leg until it comes to him. "Oh yeah!" With that, Isaac fades out from view. | "Well yes but ummm..." Isaac looks over Wren, noting his physique and the clothes he is wearing. "Okay, please, please, please don't do anything silly with it. I'm following Volya and I'll need my other gun for that anyway, this one won't hurt Fae quite so much." Twirling the gun in one hand, he offers it stock first to Wren and then, reaching into a pocket, he pulls out two magazines which he also hands over. "Give them hell!" He is about to speak again when the zombie he shot decides to get its own back, landing Isaac a blow across the legs which thankfully doesn't get through the cloth. "Shoot this one first!" Isaac offers and then charges towards where the rift once was. "Great, now how does this work again?" He asks the question of himself, his right hand idly drumming fingers against his leg until it comes to him. "Oh yeah!" With that, Isaac fades out from view. | ||
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+ | ''Follow Isaac's adventures in the Nevernever'' [[Logs:Betwixt, Less Between|here]]''!'' | ||
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− | * | + | *crash* |
Carver's sunglasses go flying off in several pieces with fragments of the shaded glass flying off into different directions-- and some sticking into Carver's own face at that. Behind them, the sight of Carver's own head knocked to the side, with blood going spilling down along his left eye. It's probably closed because of the pain and the blood spilling there, right? Right? Totally. | Carver's sunglasses go flying off in several pieces with fragments of the shaded glass flying off into different directions-- and some sticking into Carver's own face at that. Behind them, the sight of Carver's own head knocked to the side, with blood going spilling down along his left eye. It's probably closed because of the pain and the blood spilling there, right? Right? Totally. | ||
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− | Wren winced slightly as he took the slap of water to the face, though the man really didn't look like it had done a thing to him, and he didn't move otherwise. Instead, he tilted his head to the side and spoke in a | + | Wren winced slightly as he took the slap of water to the face, though the man really didn't look like it had done a thing to him, and he didn't move otherwise. Instead, he tilted his head to the side and spoke in a gravely voice. "Now that was just rude." Taking the Glock, he aimed it forward with a sure, steady arm at the Zombie he'd tossed the rock at, and fired a round clean through it, blowing out the back of its fractured skull. The thing crumbled to the ground, dead, and Wren turned his gaze solidly back to the Shaman with the flowy water-works. "Don't worry, you can all go back to bed and be less cranky soon enough." |
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− | Still locked in combat, Aksel watched as one of the warriors was put down, wincing at the necessity of it but breathing a sight of relief as he went down. Struggling, he tried to get a good view of the Shaman, calling out to him, pausing only slightly as the club of his foe smacked him hard in the face. He spoke in Hawaiian, though his | + | Still locked in combat, Aksel watched as one of the warriors was put down, wincing at the necessity of it but breathing a sight of relief as he went down. Struggling, he tried to get a good view of the Shaman, calling out to him, pausing only slightly as the club of his foe smacked him hard in the face. He spoke in Hawaiian, though his pronunciation wasn't necessarily the best. "Revered ancient we mean you no harm! We are not your enemy! Please! Tell us what we can dooof! Do to lay you to rest!" |
− | The zombie before Carver falls. | + | The zombie before Carver falls. The fact that he wasn't the one to fully bring the thing down doesn't really matter. The fact that this is all so strange and foreign to him - especially the shaman magically guiding water - doesn't matter either. There's no thought in his mind to even really process any of it. Just the thrum of his heart, the adrenaline -- and the fire of the God of War in his blood. |
− | There's not even so much as a millisecond of a pause in him before the baton in his hand is dropped and the toothed club the zombie dropped is kicked up to replace that weapon, and to him charging for the undead shaman. The club goes high and to the side, and is brought swinging with the wildest of forces he can manage from within to smash into the thing's side. Several ribs probably crack, if not the spine. And it all comes with another | + | There's not even so much as a millisecond of a pause in him before the baton in his hand is dropped and the toothed club the zombie dropped is kicked up to replace that weapon, and to him charging for the undead shaman. The club goes high and to the side, and is brought swinging with the wildest of forces he can manage from within to smash into the thing's side. Several ribs probably crack, if not the spine. And it all comes with another bestial roar of a battle-cry in the fits of that haze of combat. And still, without any pause, he's bouncing to the side and around the thing, scrambling to re-position himself to a blind spot where the sudden stream of water it sends as a counter-attack cannot reach him. |
To think this is what he was trying to leave behind by coming here. | To think this is what he was trying to leave behind by coming here. | ||
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− | The Shaman is unable to even register Aksel's attempts to communicate. Sadly, nobody is home except whoever is driving, and they're doing it by remote. Raising his hands over his head again, the Koa Shaman begins a new chant, and the water that rises this time creates a swirling vortex of entropic energy - all leveled at Carver. When he dodges, the tree behind Carver | + | The Shaman is unable to even register Aksel's attempts to communicate. Sadly, nobody is home except whoever is driving, and they're doing it by remote. Raising his hands over his head again, the Koa Shaman begins a new chant, and the water that rises this time creates a swirling vortex of entropic energy - all leveled at Carver. When he dodges, the tree behind Carver disintegrates into cellulose dust - its atoms ripped apart from inside. |
− | Wren noted that Aksel had his zombie well in hand, so much so that he was able to simply hold him off while he chatted with the | + | Wren noted that Aksel had his zombie well in hand, so much so that he was able to simply hold him off while he chatted with the uncommunicative Zombie Shaman. So, he brought the borrowed gun around to aim directly at the Shaman, and pulled the trigger. The report of gunfire was sharp, as it had been the first time he fired the gun, and again it hit a zombie directly where it ought to. The bullet bit into its skull and proceeded to rattle around, making loose morsels of whatever fleshy bits were left inside the hollow cavern of bone. |
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− | Gunshots. Yelling. Water magic. Heartbeat thrum. Everything gets drowned out in Carver's mind, before the current focus-- the fight and fight alone. Taking advantage of the shaman's broken knee, Carver suddenly sweeps his own foot into the offended leg and pushes at the thing's shoulder with his free hand to send it falling down onto it's back. | + | Gunshots. Yelling. Water magic. Heartbeat thrum. Everything gets drowned out in Carver's mind, before the current focus-- the fight and fight alone. Taking advantage of the shaman's broken knee, Carver suddenly sweeps his own foot into the offended leg and pushes at the thing's shoulder with his free hand to send it falling down onto it's back. That hardly does much to it though besides that, mind you-- but without stopping, he continues moving, spinning around and curving the spiky club around, up and then down again-- straight into the shaman's head. Smashing the thing between the ground and the weapon, and all but obliterating the rotten head from existence altogether in an explosion of meat and bones alike. Good thing the tide's there to wash it away eventually, one guesses. |
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− | Wren watched as the Shaman was taken down and nodded to himself. His sights turned to the last zombie that Aksel had been handling, and he smiled as the knees were knocked out from under that one as well. "Mahalo, Ma'am. Lining them up and knocking them down." The | + | Wren watched as the Shaman was taken down and nodded to himself. His sights turned to the last zombie that Aksel had been handling, and he smiled as the knees were knocked out from under that one as well. "Mahalo, Ma'am. Lining them up and knocking them down." The Glock in his hand was turned and aimed, and he spoke quietly before he pulled the trigger. "Aloha, o'e." And then the gun went off, another loud 'BANG' into the night as the bullet flew true and struck the head of the last of the three. The back of it's skull blew out, followed by the rest of its connected bone plates crumbling down into the empty cavern that they once protected. The last zombie dropped to the ground, slumped in a useless pile of bones and time-eaten sinew, before Wren took a slow breath and lowered the weapon. His gun-use was easy and comfortable as he switched the safety on and kept the muzzle down to the ground. Watchful eyes scanned the beach a moment, then looked over those still left around the supposed turtle hatching area. "Everyone alright?" |
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− | Aksel stayed crouched besides the man, eventually fishing into a pocket to take out two coins and leaving them nearby. "To pay your way pal." He looked up to the other three still on the beach. "This... is a murder investigation. Multiple murders, the weapon being freak | + | Aksel stayed crouched besides the man, eventually fishing into a pocket to take out two coins and leaving them nearby. "To pay your way pal." He looked up to the other three still on the beach. "This... is a murder investigation. Multiple murders, the weapon being freak occurrences with weather and on the ocean. Second one I've seen with my own eyes." He reached into the man's back pocket, checking his wallet quickly and snagging a slightly damp business card from it. "These guys are trying to buy up restaurants and bars on the island. Someone's killing them." He walked back up to the beach, reclaiming his sticks from the sand and slipping them back into whatever the hell he was wearing under that dammed jacket. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a few business cards of his own, passing them around. "I really need to follow up on this like yesterday, but here's the number for my answering service. We could use the help." He smiled broadly, looking to Wren as he started heading off. "And hey. When you give that guy his gun back pass along my number would you? Thanks!" He hustled off, doing his best to make good time on the sand. |
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− | For the time being otherwise, Carver... stays quiet. Surely there's plenty things going on through his head right now, while he's shoveling sand onto the pit. Only a few of them pleasant. There'll be time for questions and figuring things out | + | For the time being otherwise, Carver... stays quiet. Surely there's plenty things going on through his head right now, while he's shoveling sand onto the pit. Only a few of them pleasant. There'll be time for questions and figuring things out later, though-- even if the looks he's giving both Lola and Wren alike through the whole thing are entirely suspicious in nature. |
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− | Wren's face took on a bemused expression as he heard Volya answer him. He lifted his hand to wave to her slightly, then rubbed that same hand down his face, shaking his head. "Good lord, Vee." When the two of them plopped out of the NeverNever and were back to the real world, Wren moved closer to them, worry on his face. "Uh, | + | Wren's face took on a bemused expression as he heard Volya answer him. He lifted his hand to wave to her slightly, then rubbed that same hand down his face, shaking his head. "Good lord, Vee." When the two of them plopped out of the NeverNever and were back to the real world, Wren moved closer to them, worry on his face. "Uh, OK there's two of you, but where's the guy that gave me the gun? Did he find you in there, Volya? Or is he still in there looking?" He reached out a hand each to Volya and Isaac's female form, smiling to them kindly. "Please allow me to help you two up. |
− | Volya was pulled out the collapsing | + | Volya was pulled out the collapsing demesne with a squeal of excitement, spinning to try and stay on her feet to minimum effect, the Summer breeze still dancing about her, now playing in the sand. The woman had apparently took a couple tokes off the Summer crack pipe, because there were streaks of purple and pink through her blonde hair, her eyes were glowing orbs of emerald, and her veins had darkened leaving spidery green lines throughout her skin. "Alright... So that went well." She took Wren's hand and hopped to her feet. "Wren, this is Isaaca, she's shy, but you are a gentleman and I see no reason in the world the two of you can't get along." Her purred with the sheer mischief. "Cinderella does need to be home before a time. Wait!" She hopped and turned, "Zombies?" |
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− | Wren chuckled softly and made sure Volya was alright but let go of her hand before she started hopping around. "The zombies are handled, but now we have a dead body on the beach that needs to be delivered to the police. I was waiting until you guys came back to do that, though, since I didn't think it would be great to have them here if you happened to step back over." Turning his attention to Isaaca, Wren's bemused smile returned and he nodded to him/her, blinking. "It sounds like you had one hell of an adventure... Ma'am?" He reached out a hand to the woman more for the intention of shaking hello this time than helping up. "I'm Wren Atworth, by the way. So you don't feel quite like I'm such a stranger. Three bullets are gone, three zombies are dead and | + | Wren chuckled softly and made sure Volya was alright but let go of her hand before she started hopping around. "The zombies are handled, but now we have a dead body on the beach that needs to be delivered to the police. I was waiting until you guys came back to do that, though, since I didn't think it would be great to have them here if you happened to step back over." Turning his attention to Isaaca, Wren's bemused smile returned and he nodded to him/her, blinking. "It sounds like you had one hell of an adventure... Ma'am?" He reached out a hand to the woman more for the intention of shaking hello this time than helping up. "I'm Wren Atworth, by the way. So you don't feel quite like I'm such a stranger. Three bullets are gone, three zombies are dead and reburied. And watch your feet! The babies have been coming out of their little nest since the zombies were taken care of." He motioned to the ground where little trails were leading the way to the ocean, with tiny little turtles looking black in the evening light were scraping their way along the sand. |
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− | Isaaca takes the offered hand, smiling warmly to Wren as she does so. "Pleased to meet you Wren, I'm Isaaca, hopeful Isaac once the sun is up." There is something of an exhausted quality to Isaaca's expression but she seems more than happy to be back. "It was something of an adventure. After I dived in after Vee? I ended up in Jello land. All very odd really, not something I'd look to | + | Isaaca takes the offered hand, smiling warmly to Wren as she does so. "Pleased to meet you Wren, I'm Isaaca, hopeful Isaac once the sun is up." There is something of an exhausted quality to Isaaca's expression but she seems more than happy to be back. "It was something of an adventure. After I dived in after Vee? I ended up in Jello land. All very odd really, not something I'd look to repeat in a hurry." There is a moments pause and then she adds, "Well, maybe some parts." Coughing to cover her embarrassment, she looks around. "You mentioned a dead body? Is it anyone you know?" Concern now as she looks around. "Are you quite sure you're okay Vee? You look a little erm...trippy?" Isaac asks, quite delicately. |
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− | Wren smiled to Isaaca and nodded to her. His eyes didn't miss the flush of | + | Wren smiled to Isaaca and nodded to her. His eyes didn't miss the flush of embarrassment, but Wren was too much a gentleman to point it out. "It's all completely understandable, the other side is never quite... as sane as we like to think this side is. Well, as often as we can, at least. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isaaca and hopeful to be Isaac again." He motioned over to the dead body moving only slightly in the tide. "It's someone from a place called Symbiote Financial, if his jacket is to be believed. I don't know him, but I can check with the Land Board to find out if they're someone that's put in a bid recently. Aksel, one of the other guys that was here earlier, mentioned that this is the third time they've seen someone killed like this, with all the green lightning. He hadn't said that there were zombies last time." Shaking his head, Wren then looked over at Volya and chuckled. "We already got them put back to rest, Vee. We couldn't just leave them out and have their afterlife ruined. It's not right. And I'll call the cops here in a minute. I've been here long enough I know them all pretty much on a first name basis, so I'll just tell them I was taking a nice evening to myself and found him on the beach, dead as he is, after I saw some weird green clouds." |
− | Volya whirled around the face Isaaca and Wren, her stare was unsettling with the glowing orbs and from her expression, she may have been trying to shift gears to include the shiver that ran through her. "I'm having trouble... Thinking... I'm busy feeling at the moment, so... There's that." She cleared her throat, "So I'm going to pound on someone's door, howl, mew, moan... Whatever it takes for the door to open." Reaching up, she picked at the mess of hair on the top of her like she was trying to make it presentable, her head turning the slightest as some indication she was staring at Wren. "You are... Somehow okay with this. I mean the tiger was one thing... And the wings..." Those eyes narrowed into slits of light, but she snapped her own fingers to get her out of the loop. "Right, Symbiote, the Hostess of the House said that same thing, the scientist. She's hell and Faerie | + | Volya whirled around the face Isaaca and Wren, her stare was unsettling with the glowing orbs and from her expression, she may have been trying to shift gears to include the shiver that ran through her. "I'm having trouble... Thinking... I'm busy feeling at the moment, so... There's that." She cleared her throat, "So I'm going to pound on someone's door, howl, mew, moan... Whatever it takes for the door to open." Reaching up, she picked at the mess of hair on the top of her like she was trying to make it presentable, her head turning the slightest as some indication she was staring at Wren. "You are... Somehow okay with this. I mean the tiger was one thing... And the wings..." Those eyes narrowed into slits of light, but she snapped her own fingers to get her out of the loop. "Right, Symbiote, the Hostess of the House said that same thing, the scientist. She's hell and Faerie adjacent, so I think she got a discount on the property..." Her tongue clicked and she shook her head quickly. "I may not be coming down from this for a while... Isaaca? You need a ride. Wren has a truck." |
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− | "Oh I don't know, a kiss done just right even without the powers can leave you feeling like you've just managed to swallow the | + | "Oh I don't know, a kiss done just right even without the powers can leave you feeling like you've just managed to swallow the ecstasy you forgot was mixed in with your water. Just takes the right touch, and it being given by the right person." Wren didn't wink, nothing so crass, he just smiled warmly to Isaaca and met her eyes. "Still, I wouldn't want either of you walking after all that happened. Let's get into the truck where it's sure to feel solid under you, and likely to dissuade any jello-world tendencies? Then I can get you to your place safely where all will feel more like it should." He offered his arm to Isaaca, then nodded after Volya. "We better catch up to her before she decides the color of the truck would be better a smoldering crimson than the beige it always is." Looking at Vee for a long moment, Wren chuckled. "Volya, just wait by the truck when you beat us to it. I've got the keys, and I want to make sure I can lock it again next time I take it into town." He looked over at Isaaca and winked then, playfully, with a secretive smile on his lips. "Wouldn't do to have someone taking something that might be important later. So now, tell me about what you have in stock? I'm always looking for a new rifle to give half a day cleaning. They deserve the best and the ones that see to you and keep your property safe and clean of pests are worthy of a full day of it, when you're willing to take the time and give it all of your focus." |
− | There another gasp from the woman as she turned back to Isaac, "There was jello! That must have been so cool. And THC does nothing to stem the flow of hormones. The bottom most to broke out at all costs and endeavor to be a paraplegic by morning. There is no coming down, just sweet mind-numbing pleasure until the exhaustion sets in." At this point, the batshit rolling out of Volya's mouth could have been direct at anyone, everyone, herself and nibbling on her fingertips like a | + | There another gasp from the woman as she turned back to Isaac, "There was jello! That must have been so cool. And THC does nothing to stem the flow of hormones. The bottom most to broke out at all costs and endeavor to be a paraplegic by morning. There is no coming down, just sweet mind-numbing pleasure until the exhaustion sets in." At this point, the batshit rolling out of Volya's mouth could have been direct at anyone, everyone, herself and nibbling on her fingertips like a meth head. Her feet knew what was up. There was a door somewhere that needed moaning, and there was a 50/50 chance on the door opening by the right person. Fuck numbers, that shit was pointless in a Summer-addled mind. She started dancing and weaving to a song that existed in her head, skipping a step when the beat. "SKIN FLUSH!" The woman peeled off her hoodie almost taking the white tank-top off at the same time and not having the wherewithal to fix it immediately. "START THE TRUCK!" |
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− | Wren's alarmed expression was marked by a set of eyes that had gone quite wide. "Vee! We're on the way." And sure enough, he picked up the pace. He managed to hold onto Isaaca's hand with his arm, and brought her along with him as his legs suddenly started eating the distance in long, tree-trunk | + | Wren's alarmed expression was marked by a set of eyes that had gone quite wide. "Vee! We're on the way." And sure enough, he picked up the pace. He managed to hold onto Isaaca's hand with his arm, and brought her along with him as his legs suddenly started eating the distance in long, tree-trunk length strides. Once they got to the trunk he delicately removed Isaaca's hand and went straight to the passenger side door, unlocking it for Vee and then opening it so that both women could get in. He ran around to the other side before a fire could get started and hopped in himself, turning the key in the ignition before he'd even closed the door behind him. "Alright, where too, Volya? I'll get you there as fast as I can." The AC started blowing a little bit after the truck was started, giving the three of them on the front bench seat a wash of cooler air. Which may or may not have lasted through Volya's heat dispensing. He glanced over at Isaac, whether the woman ended up in the middle or at the end, and grinned. "After we get Volya to where she needs to go, it should chill out a little. She's got a way of making everything... well. More." |
− | Volya stomped her way up to the truck, "The truck's not started. THE TRUCK'S NOT STARTED." The woman growled as she picked a boot off the ground to pull it off and throw it in the back of the trunk. "Waimea Bay stat! The beads are waiting!" She screamed at the ground before jumping onto the back of the truck, | + | Volya stomped her way up to the truck, "The truck's not started. THE TRUCK'S NOT STARTED." The woman growled as she picked a boot off the ground to pull it off and throw it in the back of the trunk. "Waimea Bay stat! The beads are waiting!" She screamed at the ground before jumping onto the back of the truck, teetering on the edge before pouring into the bed. "WREN!" Like a wild animal stuck in their too small enclosure. "Don't make her too comfortable! The bottom has to come out. It's gonna come out, and make its way into a sink. Her sister can find it in the morning." The insane laughter echoed in the back of the truck. |
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Hatching Zombies | |
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More green lightning to light up the beach. | |
Dramatis Personae
Carver, Isaac, Lola, Volya, Wren, and Aksel. Haleakala as GM. |
25 November, 2007 Another murder, another beach. It's enough to wake the dead. |
Location
Turtle Bay, North Shore |
Plot(s) |
Turtle Bay is one of the last undeveloped areas of Oahu, and this little corner of it is so pristine it hardly looks like humans have set foot here. Nestled between two tall rocky outcroppings, this small, sheltered bay is a peaceful, quiet getaway that is almost entirely hidden from the larger beach. A wide ring of plastic tape on small metal spikes marks off an area of disturbed sand, with signs at all sides reading "DO NOT DISTURB. SEA TURTLE EGGS HATCHING." Beyond the golden sandy beachfront, a thick tangle of forest comes right up to the sand's edge. A female scientist is working inside the taped off-ring, huddled over a small mound of sand and bobbing her head to the electronic dance music she has playing somewhere in the background. Her lips move softly to the lyrics of the auto-tuned voice. She's dressed in a pair of hiking boots, cargo shorts, and a t-shirt proclaiming her to be part of a Turtle Conservation Outfit. The overwhelming effect is all very beige.
And this leads him here, then, padding through the bay, decked out in shorts and a tank top, with a pair of dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes. Or, well. Eye. Not that one can really tell that his left eye is constantly closed with the shades in the way without getting right in his face to look. The sound of the electronic music over that-away makes him pause, though-- more so than the signs warning about the turtle eggs, at that. Not really quite what he expected this way.
Wren gave a greeting as he got closer to the Scientist, "Aloha ahiahi, miss. I'm really impressed with how well you guys have been watching out for the little ones the last few years. I can't wait to see these ones climb out." He nodded to the woman in beige and then looked over at Aksel with a smile of recognition. "Mister Aksel, right? Aloha ahiahi, brah. Are you here to see if you can get lucky and catch the little ones getting free tonight, too?" Reaching into his pocket, Wren pulled a bottle of water and then took a couple of quick swallows from it, eyes scanning the mount of sand that had been protectively separated. When he spotted Volya waving to Isaac, Wren offered her a wide, bright grin and lifted his hand to offer her a wave, obviously unsure if she was waving at him or at Isaac, but either way, he seemed pleased to see the hippy.
A sudden crash of eldritch green lightning pierces the surface of the sea and stirs the waters into a churning turquoise roil. The moon is completely shut out by black clouds shot through with spears of that eerie green lightning. The speedboat is wrenched from its pathway as the bay becomes a furious whirlpool that would make even Charybdis blush. As the prow of the boat is sucked beneath the waves, a man's screaming is heard, then replaced by a sick gurgling. As pieces of the speedboat float up to the surface, the green lightning begins to subside and the water turns red. The singing so-called scientist finally finishes her song. "Do enjoy the /hatching/," she offers in a sing-song voice before cutting the tape and vanishing into a rift in reality.
Follow Volya's adventure in the Nevernever here!
Looking up at the green flash that caught his attention, Wren narrowed his eyes a bit. "If I were a superstitious man I might be worried we were about to get taken away to Oz." And then there was Aksel clapping his hand onto Wren's shoulder, to which Wren responded with a similarly placed hand onto Aksel's shoulder, the taller man looking down at Aksel intently with bright blue eyes. "Well then, let's make sure Conni doesn't beat on any of the turtles. And watch out for any huge bugs." His eyes left Aksel's face but he left his hand on the man's shoulder and squeezed somewhat reassuringly as he scanned the area around them, looking for giant bugs. "Volya, you alright over there?"
The first zombie hesitates and is still a long moment, until it turns towards Lola, taking a vicious slash at the purple and white haired woman but whiffing as she nimbly dodges away.
And then something clicks in him. Sand spills about from underneath his feet when he suddenly pounces into motion, running across the batons Aksel sent flying out, and after he grabs and pulls one from within the sands, he immediately sends himself spinning in the same motion, and with a much more animalistic growl of a sound that borders on a *roar*, the baton arcs up high and down again, for the head of the second zombie-- Only for it to be intercepted by the toothy club, smacking *hard* into it with the kind of force that resounds through the area with a heavy, blunt sound of the two objects impacting into each other.
Follow Isaac's adventures in the Nevernever here!
The other zombie, still reeling from having his leg swept out from under him, takes a massive hit from Wren's boulder. It spins and charges at Carver, striking from on high with his club and bringing it down hard against the man's head, shattering his sunglasses and leaving bloody tooth marks in its wake.
Carver's sunglasses go flying off in several pieces with fragments of the shaded glass flying off into different directions-- and some sticking into Carver's own face at that. Behind them, the sight of Carver's own head knocked to the side, with blood going spilling down along his left eye. It's probably closed because of the pain and the blood spilling there, right? Right? Totally. In the very next instant, however-- his right eye snaps towards them, and something positively *lights up* within. His free hand sweeps over to grab at the zombie's head after sidestepping around the offending arm holding the spiked club and yanks it downwards-- for the baton in his other hand, lifted high, to come down upon it hard. *THUNK* the reinforced point of it goes against the undead thing, visibly caving in the top of of it's head. If it wasn't already dead, that would most definitely *hurt*.
There's not even so much as a millisecond of a pause in him before the baton in his hand is dropped and the toothed club the zombie dropped is kicked up to replace that weapon, and to him charging for the undead shaman. The club goes high and to the side, and is brought swinging with the wildest of forces he can manage from within to smash into the thing's side. Several ribs probably crack, if not the spine. And it all comes with another bestial roar of a battle-cry in the fits of that haze of combat. And still, without any pause, he's bouncing to the side and around the thing, scrambling to re-position himself to a blind spot where the sudden stream of water it sends as a counter-attack cannot reach him. To think this is what he was trying to leave behind by coming here.
Wren nodded to Carver and then Lola, before his attention turned back to the ground and he tensed, starting to bring the gun forward, until he saw the little black figures popping their heads up. "Oh, Mahalo i na akua, the turtles, they're ok." His face lit up with a slow, brilliant smile for the little creatures. When Aksel made his way to leave, he gave that smile to him. "I'll be sure to pass it along, Aksel. Go safely, and I'll make sure to call the police in as well, we need to report the body as soon as possible." Wren turned a thoughtful frown to the undead they'd returned to stillness. "Though I'm not sure if we should tell them about those or not, and I'm pretty sure I should go try to find Vee and the guy that lent me his gun before I make this place too filled with swarming boys in blue. The theology of the island is to just bury the bones where they lay, or we disturb the dead in their afterlife. So she's right." He motioned to Lola with his empty hand. "Let's cover them up, at least, before we do anything else. Just be careful of the baby turtles."
Wren just nodded to Carver and smiled slightly. "Luckily I'm close with most of them, so this won't be so bad on me. You know, if you're looking to make it up to me in any way, I'm always willing to have people give me a day of good work on the farm. Atworth Acres. If you feel like just having a good day's clean work, we're there. Over in Central, not far from the Dole plantation." He motioned toward the center of the Island, then waved to Carver. "Aloha o'e, brah. And take it easy." With that, Wren moved to look at the area where Volya had disappeared, then at the spot where Isaac had. "Man, following people in like this is a terrible idea." All of a sudden, the doorway through which Volya had disappeared opens onto the turtle hatchery, and Isaac...well, a rather gorgeous female version of Isaac, opens the door and says, "Hello?"
The tides come in and out, gently under the reddish harvest moon. Each flow up onto the land brought a few more pieces of shattered speedboat, and took others back out to the ocean. A young man with blondish hair was very, very dead, washed up on sand now stained red with the blood from numerous lacerations and his head all but taken off. Otherwise, if it weren't for all the blood and the gaping neck wound, he would look almost peaceful, his head tipped back to look at the sky.
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