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− | Coming from a nighttime class of some sort, Grace looked as though she'd had a long time of it. Still dressed in a pair of black yoga pants that fit her close enough to be more of a shadow of a second skin than anything and a matching, black sports bra with a racer back cut, her tanned, light caramel-toned, skin stood out slightly against the stark color. Her thick, long, almost black, hair had been pulled back into a ponytail and then wrapped into a bun, but there were a few scattered tendrils that had swept free during whatever workout she'd been involved in and were now sticking to the side of her neck, or along the side of her temple, where sweat still glistened on her skin. Padding barefoot across the sand away from Kailua Beach Town, she seemed to be headed toward the parking lot. Under her arm was a bright blue yoga mat rolled up, and over her left shoulder there lay a pale colored towel as if she might have actually been even sweatier than she currently was when she started her walk. As she spotted Isaac, Grace gave the man a nod and a small smile that curled the corners of her lips gently. "Aloha Isaac. Are you testing new things from your shop?" Curiosity had the | + | Coming from a nighttime class of some sort, Grace looked as though she'd had a long time of it. Still dressed in a pair of black yoga pants that fit her close enough to be more of a shadow of a second skin than anything and a matching, black sports bra with a racer back cut, her tanned, light caramel-toned, skin stood out slightly against the stark color. Her thick, long, almost black, hair had been pulled back into a ponytail and then wrapped into a bun, but there were a few scattered tendrils that had swept free during whatever workout she'd been involved in and were now sticking to the side of her neck, or along the side of her temple, where sweat still glistened on her skin. Padding barefoot across the sand away from Kailua Beach Town, she seemed to be headed toward the parking lot. Under her arm was a bright blue yoga mat rolled up, and over her left shoulder there lay a pale colored towel as if she might have actually been even sweatier than she currently was when she started her walk. As she spotted Isaac, Grace gave the man a nod and a small smile that curled the corners of her lips gently. "Aloha Isaac. Are you testing new things from your shop?" Curiosity had the Asian woman's eyebrows up a bit even as her question made her decidedly European accent lilt a little harder to indicate the punctuation. Looking over at whom Isaac had waved to, Grace lifted a hand and gave a delicate wave over to Iara as well, but chose not to call out loudly across the beach and instead waited til the other woman was close enough to be comfortably heard before she offered a "Aloha Iara, nice to see you again." |
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− | The waves continued to crash into the shore with their usual rhythm while the tiki torches stayed lit against the darkness on the beach. As a couple of other people walked to the parking area looking like they might have been in the same exercise class with Grace, two of the furthest tiki torches blew out in a heavy gust of wind that carried some strong scents of seaweed and | + | The waves continued to crash into the shore with their usual rhythm while the tiki torches stayed lit against the darkness on the beach. As a couple of other people walked to the parking area looking like they might have been in the same exercise class with Grace, two of the furthest tiki torches blew out in a heavy gust of wind that carried some strong scents of seaweed and sea-salt briefly through the air. |
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− | Iara blinks a couple times as she makes out the writing on Isaac's shirt and blushes a bit, looking away self consciously. "Um..Nice to meet you, Isaac, I'm Iara." she notices the tiki torch, her gaze always drawn towards bright lights, almost hypnotized by its brilliance for a moment or two. "Oh, are you selling stuff out here, too?" although after a second glance, it seems he's just taking a break. "Oh.." she smiles a bit and shrugs, "Yes, it's looking to be a nice, relaxing night." although that last gust of wind was pretty strong, strong enough to flutter her dress a bit, and she self-consciously reaches down to make sure the flippy dress | + | Iara blinks a couple times as she makes out the writing on Isaac's shirt and blushes a bit, looking away self consciously. "Um..Nice to meet you, Isaac, I'm Iara." she notices the tiki torch, her gaze always drawn towards bright lights, almost hypnotized by its brilliance for a moment or two. "Oh, are you selling stuff out here, too?" although after a second glance, it seems he's just taking a break. "Oh.." she smiles a bit and shrugs, "Yes, it's looking to be a nice, relaxing night." although that last gust of wind was pretty strong, strong enough to flutter her dress a bit, and she self-consciously reaches down to make sure the flippy dress doesn't show too much, even if it's only barely above knee-length. |
Iara nods to Grace, "Yes, I finally finished all my exams. I'm now an official Veterinary Technician. Now I just need to find a permanent job, but I got some good references from some of the places I interned at. I may see if I can get a permanent job at the farm perhaps, although there are some other interesting places too. Did you just come back from a workout? How did it go?" when she mentions rain, Iara glances upwards at the dark clouds, hugging her arms a bit. It's not like Hawaiian showers are particularly cold, but she's not a big fan of getting wet. "I should have brought an umbrella.." she mumbles. | Iara nods to Grace, "Yes, I finally finished all my exams. I'm now an official Veterinary Technician. Now I just need to find a permanent job, but I got some good references from some of the places I interned at. I may see if I can get a permanent job at the farm perhaps, although there are some other interesting places too. Did you just come back from a workout? How did it go?" when she mentions rain, Iara glances upwards at the dark clouds, hugging her arms a bit. It's not like Hawaiian showers are particularly cold, but she's not a big fan of getting wet. "I should have brought an umbrella.." she mumbles. | ||
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− | Grace inclined her head to Volya and partially bowed. "I imagine that if it's a sexy goddess you're looking for, the ocean would certainly produce it's fair share of them. You really are a lovely dancer, and you must be very talented if you've mastered two of the more difficult styles of ballet enough to make offerings of each. That's very commendable." Grace's tone was friendly, and her lips were set into a kind smile that matched the expression of her eyes. When she turned her attention back to Iara, Grace nodded in affirmation. "I decided to do some yoga tonight and there was a 2 hour masters course in Kailua Town, so I joined in. It was quite a workout, and I feel like I've lost my body weight in sweat." She shrugged slightly. "Still, it was good, and I got what I expected from it in addition to feeling as though I can officially pour myself into a bucket with as | + | Grace inclined her head to Volya and partially bowed. "I imagine that if it's a sexy goddess you're looking for, the ocean would certainly produce it's fair share of them. You really are a lovely dancer, and you must be very talented if you've mastered two of the more difficult styles of ballet enough to make offerings of each. That's very commendable." Grace's tone was friendly, and her lips were set into a kind smile that matched the expression of her eyes. When she turned her attention back to Iara, Grace nodded in affirmation. "I decided to do some yoga tonight and there was a 2 hour masters course in Kailua Town, so I joined in. It was quite a workout, and I feel like I've lost my body weight in sweat." She shrugged slightly. "Still, it was good, and I got what I expected from it in addition to feeling as though I can officially pour myself into a bucket with as lengthened as my muscles feel." Grace's eyes flashed up to the clouds overhead again, and she peered at them. "It might not happen any time soon, they just look heavy, but not like they're going to spill. Maybe they'll clear out with the breeze before we get any of the rain from them. I don't think we're in for fog, though." Her attention slipped from the sky and back to Isaac as he offered drinks, and she read his shirt for a moment before her lips twitched slightly, and she looked like she was about to laugh. When she met his eyes, Grace's were almost glittering with humor. "A bottle of water would be welcome indeed, Isaac, if you'd be so kind." |
− | Volya shook her head and grinned widely. "You don't want an umbrella. The wind enjoy them too much, and like to try and carry them away." She pointedly cleared her throat, her voice deepening for a moment, "Talent is wasted on those who do not work hard, and do something with it." A laugh bubbled out of her, "My instructors would tell me I have wasted it." She winked, "And congratulations on Veterinary Technician." She stuck her tongue out at Isaac, "French have passion? Russian Ballet is all about going big and flare! French is more twinkle toes." She jumped in place, | + | Volya shook her head and grinned widely. "You don't want an umbrella. The wind enjoy them too much, and like to try and carry them away." She pointedly cleared her throat, her voice deepening for a moment, "Talent is wasted on those who do not work hard, and do something with it." A laugh bubbled out of her, "My instructors would tell me I have wasted it." She winked, "And congratulations on Veterinary Technician." She stuck her tongue out at Isaac, "French have passion? Russian Ballet is all about going big and flare! French is more twinkle toes." She jumped in place, fluttering her feet in the air before landing. Her giggle was like bells as she nibbled on her bottom lip. "It's kind of you to stay, but I've look given up the chance of mastery of either. At this point, it's just fun for me." Reaching down to pin her dress to the back of her legs, Volya unceremoniously plopped down in the sand. "While I'm sure the ocean has more to offer. I have no doubt I found my goddess." |
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"Oh, I'm pretty thirsty myself. May I have a bottle of water? I'd really appreciate that." she looks towards Isaac, following his gaze out towards the 10 or so tiki torches that suddenly blow out. Wow, that's a pretty strong gust of wind..Or is it something else? | "Oh, I'm pretty thirsty myself. May I have a bottle of water? I'd really appreciate that." she looks towards Isaac, following his gaze out towards the 10 or so tiki torches that suddenly blow out. Wow, that's a pretty strong gust of wind..Or is it something else? | ||
− | She pauses, closing her eyes against the wind and darkness, | + | She pauses, closing her eyes against the wind and darkness, opening her hears to take in the various sounds, frowning a abit. "...Huh." for a moment or two, Iara seems distracted, just staring down the beach thoughtfully. |
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− | As the wind seemed to die down entirely, the scent of seaweed clung to the air, and as it did so, the air seemed to thicken slightly. Almost with a humidity, but it was salty | + | As the wind seemed to die down entirely, the scent of seaweed clung to the air, and as it did so, the air seemed to thicken slightly. Almost with a humidity, but it was salty humidity, that would definitely cause anything with a normally functioning lung system to get thirsty as their tongue and interior of their mouth and nose went decidedly dry, despite the thickness of the air flowing through them. |
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− | Volya's mouth twisted into a frown, "Is it a pissing contest? I feel like this is how they start." Squeezing the fistfuls of sand in her hands, the grind slowly oozed until empty. When you were, she clapped her hand together. "I'm more on the light loving sort, and they seem to want it dark, so... No." A warm swirl of air, scented of honeysuckle and morning dew. As her palms came apart, a golden ball of fire formed like a | + | Volya's mouth twisted into a frown, "Is it a pissing contest? I feel like this is how they start." Squeezing the fistfuls of sand in her hands, the grind slowly oozed until empty. When you were, she clapped her hand together. "I'm more on the light loving sort, and they seem to want it dark, so... No." A warm swirl of air, scented of honeysuckle and morning dew. As her palms came apart, a golden ball of fire formed like a miniature sun. The veins under her skin darkened into green along the surface of her skin and her eyes took on a faint green glow. Like a child throwing a bowling ball, Volya pitched the sun into the air with a shout. The 'sun' began to glow hotter and brighter, illuminating the beach. "I'll try to be careful with my aim, though it's fantastically easy to get carried away." Waving her hand over her hand to the trio down the beach, and shouted cheerfully, "Aloha!" |
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There, walking, are three figures. The one in the middle is decidedly male, obviously so in part due to the fact that his 'clothing' was a rotting layer of seaweed that hung off of his shoulders and down his back more like a cape or cloak, but did nothing to cover the frontal view of his absolutely nude body. His skin is the shade of light butter, and his frame seems almost chiseled enough to be cut from granite, despite the fact that his limbs and muscles move with liquid grace as his steps carry him across the sand. | There, walking, are three figures. The one in the middle is decidedly male, obviously so in part due to the fact that his 'clothing' was a rotting layer of seaweed that hung off of his shoulders and down his back more like a cape or cloak, but did nothing to cover the frontal view of his absolutely nude body. His skin is the shade of light butter, and his frame seems almost chiseled enough to be cut from granite, despite the fact that his limbs and muscles move with liquid grace as his steps carry him across the sand. | ||
− | To either side of the well built male were two female companions, and they looked eerily identical to one another. While they weren't wearing anything so overblown as a cape of seaweed, they did seem to share the male's predilection toward avoiding clothing. They were likewise naked, with one of them wearing what looked like a low slung belt of dead seaweed that trailed tendrils down her legs as she walked, and the other wearing a spindly necklace of what looked like | + | To either side of the well built male were two female companions, and they looked eerily identical to one another. While they weren't wearing anything so overblown as a cape of seaweed, they did seem to share the male's predilection toward avoiding clothing. They were likewise naked, with one of them wearing what looked like a low slung belt of dead seaweed that trailed tendrils down her legs as she walked, and the other wearing a spindly necklace of what looked like anemone spikes in a complicated configuration to create a layer of lovely shapes over her bare upper chest. Both women had skin the color of a pale, shell-colored, off-white and were built thin with firm musculature and flaring hips, as well as breasts that had likely suckled more than one offspring, considering how heavy they were. Not unpleasant to look at, but not the breasts of untested youth. |
When the light came up, all three lifted hands to shade their eyes without even thinking, and were decidedly blinking their solidly, deep green, marble-like eyes as if to get used to the brightness. | When the light came up, all three lifted hands to shade their eyes without even thinking, and were decidedly blinking their solidly, deep green, marble-like eyes as if to get used to the brightness. | ||
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"Umm..Have you meet these three before?" she asks of him before nodding to Grace, uncertain of what exactly they are up against, but readying for anything as she clenches her fists slightly, sinking into a half-defensive stance. Iara would rather not fight, but if these people are here to cause trouble, that's a different story. When Volya produces that brilliant ball of light, she smiles a little and nods to her, feeling comforted by the warmth and cheerfulness in the midst of all the darkness. | "Umm..Have you meet these three before?" she asks of him before nodding to Grace, uncertain of what exactly they are up against, but readying for anything as she clenches her fists slightly, sinking into a half-defensive stance. Iara would rather not fight, but if these people are here to cause trouble, that's a different story. When Volya produces that brilliant ball of light, she smiles a little and nods to her, feeling comforted by the warmth and cheerfulness in the midst of all the darkness. | ||
− | Blinking a couple of times as she adjusts to the brightness, Iara peers back at the three, drawing a deep breath and averting her gaze politely, shyly. "Who...Who are you?" she asks of them, hoping they might be | + | Blinking a couple of times as she adjusts to the brightness, Iara peers back at the three, drawing a deep breath and averting her gaze politely, shyly. "Who...Who are you?" she asks of them, hoping they might be reasoned with, whoever, or whatever they are. |
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− | The female to the right of the trio looked to Volya and inclined her head. "Ah, the quaint local Goddesses, I do so look forward to meeting them all. And ensuring that the | + | The female to the right of the trio looked to Volya and inclined her head. "Ah, the quaint local Goddesses, I do so look forward to meeting them all. And ensuring that the hierarchy is maintained. I'm sure that in no time, gifts given to any of us will be gifts given to all of us, sweet child of the forests. And whether you intended your light only to see, you've given us the gift of warm light, which we so rarely enjoy. Please, accept a gift in gratitude? Even an unintended gift is a gift none the less for those receiving it." She looked over at the male and female with her, nodding to them as if to verify their agreement. |
The woman to the left simply nodded to the other woman and smiled brightly, her abalone shell teeth glistening. "Oh yes, a gift for certain. It was earned, even if it was not intended." | The woman to the left simply nodded to the other woman and smiled brightly, her abalone shell teeth glistening. "Oh yes, a gift for certain. It was earned, even if it was not intended." | ||
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Still quite wobbly on his feet, Isaac starts to make his way to his cooler, a beatific smile plastered on his face and a tent at the front of his trousers that is matching the one he has already pitched. "Was up?" He says, blinking slowly and turning his head to look at Volya as he does his best to focus. "Formor?" Isaac has to deal with a rush of conflicting emotions as he takes in Volya's words, the Summer half of him quite apparent in what it wants to do but so very conflicted by which of the 3 Fs to partake in. "Glass? Yes. Glass. Glass would be... good?" | Still quite wobbly on his feet, Isaac starts to make his way to his cooler, a beatific smile plastered on his face and a tent at the front of his trousers that is matching the one he has already pitched. "Was up?" He says, blinking slowly and turning his head to look at Volya as he does his best to focus. "Formor?" Isaac has to deal with a rush of conflicting emotions as he takes in Volya's words, the Summer half of him quite apparent in what it wants to do but so very conflicted by which of the 3 Fs to partake in. "Glass? Yes. Glass. Glass would be... good?" | ||
− | Squinting as he tries to focus, Isaac draws upon his heritage once more, a golden nimbus | + | Squinting as he tries to focus, Isaac draws upon his heritage once more, a golden nimbus enveloping and leaving the air full of the smells of summer. Raising his left hand, he directs a wrist thick bolt of pure light at the center most of the figures, the expenditure of enduring almost pitching Isaac forward once more once the magic has hit its target. |
− | Grace looked between Volya and Isaac for a long moment, but it seemed to be settled between the two radiating summer and life, especially when Isaac reached forward to shot pure light at the man in the middle of the nudist trio. All that life blooming around her, the sensation of being quenched, it was enough to make the woman nearly off her head with the delight of what she was feeling. When she turned her head to focus on the man in the middle of the three incoming people, her eyes slipped to being truly, completely, solid black orbs in her face. There was no reflection off of them, as if they literally absorbed the light rather than reflected or refracted it. Her skin paled slightly, going a bit wan and grey under the caramel tone she usually maintained, and slowly, dark blue lines tracing the | + | Grace looked between Volya and Isaac for a long moment, but it seemed to be settled between the two radiating summer and life, especially when Isaac reached forward to shot pure light at the man in the middle of the nudist trio. All that life blooming around her, the sensation of being quenched, it was enough to make the woman nearly off her head with the delight of what she was feeling. When she turned her head to focus on the man in the middle of the three incoming people, her eyes slipped to being truly, completely, solid black orbs in her face. There was no reflection off of them, as if they literally absorbed the light rather than reflected or refracted it. Her skin paled slightly, going a bit wan and grey under the caramel tone she usually maintained, and slowly, dark blue lines tracing the vein-work around her eyes, mouth, and down her neck started to be visible as they pulsed under her nearly translucent skin. |
− | The man in the center, after being struck with pure light, suddenly grew pale, like he'd lost the majority of his | + | The man in the center, after being struck with pure light, suddenly grew pale, like he'd lost the majority of his blood-flow, to the point that any yellow tint left in his skin only made him retain the pallor of someone that had been smeared by buttercups. He started to sweat, and he licked his lips, then wiped his hand over his face before a tremble started in his limbs that made him appear much like a tree quaking as the earth shook beneath it during a major tectonic event. He let out a sound of suffering, like he was losing something vital, something important, and it made even his voice shudder as it left his body on breath that couldn't quite carry sound as well as it ought to. |
− | The woman to the right of the trio of apparent Gods let out a sound of dismay. "CHILDREN. You must truly be taught manners." She spread her arms out, splaying her fingers wide, and then brought them up above her head to bring her palms together in a thunderously loud CLAP. As it | + | The woman to the right of the trio of apparent Gods let out a sound of dismay. "CHILDREN. You must truly be taught manners." She spread her arms out, splaying her fingers wide, and then brought them up above her head to bring her palms together in a thunderously loud CLAP. As it occurred, three coffin sized columns of water came up from the sand, and completely engulfed the forms of Volya, Isaac, and Grace. Luckily, they were able to expend a great amount of will and get themselves free from the confines before something happened to fully trap them there, which left all three soaked to the bone, but with no other harm done. |
− | The second woman let out a sound of dismay that sounded almost exactly like the first woman's, but she turned to the man that had been in between them, and immediately started looking him over as if she were some sort of | + | The second woman let out a sound of dismay that sounded almost exactly like the first woman's, but she turned to the man that had been in between them, and immediately started looking him over as if she were some sort of deity physician. Her hand moved and hovered over the man's heart, then began to glow brightly, with sickly pale light that seemed almost greasy. "No, you've been sapped... Either end this or we need to step away, so he can heal, mother!" The woman cried this to the other female that seemed to be, for all intents and purposes, her identical twin. |
− | The man that had been standing in the middle was looking worse for wear, to be sure. He still shook like he was about to tear himself apart with muscular contractions beyond his control. Shaking his head violently, he looked at the woman performing his aid and growled under his breath with a voice that could possibly have shaken the very island. When he stomped his foot on the ground, a massive wall of hardened, shining, dead seaweed mixed with rough sand grew up in front of him, creating a sort of | + | The man that had been standing in the middle was looking worse for wear, to be sure. He still shook like he was about to tear himself apart with muscular contractions beyond his control. Shaking his head violently, he looked at the woman performing his aid and growled under his breath with a voice that could possibly have shaken the very island. When he stomped his foot on the ground, a massive wall of hardened, shining, dead seaweed mixed with rough sand grew up in front of him, creating a sort of carapace wall that almost circled him entirely and provided definite cover and obvious protection. |
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− | Ino fell to the ground and knelt near Glaucus as he lay there unmoving. "They've pushed him into nothing but a shade, Leucothea! We need to get him home, now, before he grows too | + | Ino fell to the ground and knelt near Glaucus as he lay there unmoving. "They've pushed him into nothing but a shade, Leucothea! We need to get him home, now, before he grows too agitated, or confused!" She turned her dark green gaze to the three on the beach, then bared her teeth to them. "When next I see you, I will rip the flesh from your bones with my teeth and ensure you are alive the entire time I dine on your softer bits, small mortals. You deserve nothing better than your untimely death at the hands of those to which you mean NOTHING." She shifted forward and covered the man's body with her own, and then the ground started to shimmer and give way, allowing them to sink into the sand as it become overly saturated with water. Soon, the two were simply gone. |
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− | Isaac lets out a long belly laugh as he | + | Isaac lets out a long belly laugh as he realizes what has happened, the laughter threatening to overtaking him as he tilts his head this way and that. "Well done might warriors, I love you and I'm proud of you." Settling on his back, he slowly starts to unwrap the green candy bar, leaving a suitable large chunk resting on his stomach for no apparent reason when he is done talking to the air. Taking off a chunk for himself, he reaches up with the packet. "Anyone feeling peckish?" Isaac is in quite a state, his trousers are now soaked through which might be a mercy in itself and he seems to have sand everywhere. Unzipping a pocket in his jacket, he pulls out a mobile phone and after activating it, dials a number and has a quick muted conversation. "Guys? We just fought the Fomor and lived. That's so far up the totem pole power wise I don't know if we can beat it. Vee! How the hell did you do that twice? Grace? That was some amazing work with the thing you did there." |
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− | Volya let out an exhausted laugh at the threat. "For some reason, I doubt they will bringing much to the negotiation table to be making demands." Bending at the waist, Vee reached under her dress, and with a few groans, stripped her panties down to her ankles to step out of them. Wringing them out, she shook her head. Blinking, she stared at Isaac, "I mostly did nothing... I felt like I did something, but that was mostly Summer going all novelty on me." She hummed, "I'm not quite sure how I'm standing. It's more like hovering across sand on wet noodles. And as my girlfriend isn't here at the moment, and I'm feeling like... Insane nymph..." Her eyes glanced at Grace, "Do you mind breastfeeding, or something? God knows Isaac is mostly cow milking it up like a terrible barbarian." She waved her panties at Grace, "Like thank you... For being awesome. I feel like I owe you, but I have like nothing by sexual | + | Volya let out an exhausted laugh at the threat. "For some reason, I doubt they will bringing much to the negotiation table to be making demands." Bending at the waist, Vee reached under her dress, and with a few groans, stripped her panties down to her ankles to step out of them. Wringing them out, she shook her head. Blinking, she stared at Isaac, "I mostly did nothing... I felt like I did something, but that was mostly Summer going all novelty on me." She hummed, "I'm not quite sure how I'm standing. It's more like hovering across sand on wet noodles. And as my girlfriend isn't here at the moment, and I'm feeling like... Insane nymph..." Her eyes glanced at Grace, "Do you mind breastfeeding, or something? God knows Isaac is mostly cow milking it up like a terrible barbarian." She waved her panties at Grace, "Like thank you... For being awesome. I feel like I owe you, but I have like nothing by sexual favors coming to mind at the moment, so..." Vee rolled her hand in a helpless gesture as she unbutton the top of her dress. |
− | "Vee? Your own personal Goddess is on the way, she should be here soon." With the rest of the | + | "Vee? Your own personal Goddess is on the way, she should be here soon." With the rest of the tussle over, Isaac blinks and lazily turns his head to Grace. "Will you be okay? I could potentially magic up a bit but if you're anything like my friend that's not quite what you need. I'd offer to help but I don't know what it would entail and you did just help us with the fishies." Doing his best to sit upright, Isaac starts to dust off his t-shirt and jacket, suddenly concerned about appearance it seems but not so out of it that he doesn't first set down that lone chunk of chocolate that had be resting on his chest. "Is there someone I can call for you Grace or do you want to borrow my phone? It's still working thankfully." Watching with a grin as Volya gets undressed, Isaac looks down at his trousers. "I'm going to have to wash these or they're not going to bend anymore one they're dry. Damn but that was intense and the twins are still kicking. Oh Summer, please stop playing with my spuds!" |
− | Grace looked between the two with her solidly black, utterly matte eyes, blinking, and then stepping back finally, lifting up her hands. "I'm... Please give me a moment." She cleared her throat, closed her eyes, and took a long, slow breath that only shook a little as it started. Her color slowly returned to normal, the shade of soft caramel that marked her rather than the pallid grey, death-like tone that had overcome her. When she opened her eyes, they looked like her normal, so dark brown they might be black eyes, very human. Grace offered a soft, barely there smile to the two of them, even as crimson rose up her cheeks and created a decidedly | + | Grace looked between the two with her solidly black, utterly matte eyes, blinking, and then stepping back finally, lifting up her hands. "I'm... Please give me a moment." She cleared her throat, closed her eyes, and took a long, slow breath that only shook a little as it started. Her color slowly returned to normal, the shade of soft caramel that marked her rather than the pallid grey, death-like tone that had overcome her. When she opened her eyes, they looked like her normal, so dark brown they might be black eyes, very human. Grace offered a soft, barely there smile to the two of them, even as crimson rose up her cheeks and created a decidedly embarrassed blush across her face, down her neck, and even across her collar bones. "You're both very kind to offer, but I have made it long enough as a creature reaching for the light that I wouldn't want to take the step back into the shadows that feeding from either of you would be. You owe me nothing, I was here, and I helped. This island is my home as well, and I am even less interested in being the lapdog of a God or Goddess than most." She nodded to each of them, though didn't look either of them directly in the eyes, or at any place where anything might be ready to be milked, no matter what sort of creamy white they might produce. "Please, be safe, I'm going to head back to my home and try to find some balance before my boyfriend stops by, or I'll have to ask him to stay away for the night, and it would almost be a tragedy tonight." And with that, Grace bent easily to pick up her now rather sodden towel and rolled up yoga mat, and started her brisk walk to her car. |
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A Trio Less Godly | |
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Hubris, the true Achilles Heel of the Gods | |
Dramatis Personae | 14 May, 2009 A trio of Godlings cause a little stir on the beach |
Location
Windward Coast, Kailua Beach |
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While the sun does go down particularly quickly over Oahu, the utter darkness that overtook the beach seemed almost unnatural, despite the fact that it was caused by the thick blanket of clouds in the night sky. As if to counteract this dark blotting of the moon and stars, a few less often used citronella lamps had been lit up along Kailua beach. They'd been placed by people that work likely in the local Kailua Town Shops, to help people find their way to the bodegas and stores if they happened to come out shopping in the all-night village.
Whistling a cheery tune, Isaac starts to set out his pitch, taking his time and keeping an eye on folks as they come and go, offering a nod here and there in greeting if they come close enough. A familiar face in the distance causes him to pause for a moment, Isaac going as far as to raise a hand in greeting this time before continuing to struggle with his deck chair, the young man starting to wonder how it has ended up wrapped around one of his legs, his brows furrowing in confusion but otherwise gamely carrying on.
"Aloha..Do you need a hand?" she asks a bit shyly, before spying a familiar form of Grace which warrants a slightly wider smile from the girl, nodding to her. "Aloha, Grace, how have you been? Um. I'm so sorry I didn't get to go to as many classes of yours this semester as I had hoped..I guess I got bogged down with final exams.." Finally, she spots a dancing Volya in another cheerful dress and she cant help but giggle a bit at the woman's cheerful steps and colors. "Aloha!" she greets to her cheerfully, enjoying watching her artistic movements.
Iara nods to Grace, "Yes, I finally finished all my exams. I'm now an official Veterinary Technician. Now I just need to find a permanent job, but I got some good references from some of the places I interned at. I may see if I can get a permanent job at the farm perhaps, although there are some other interesting places too. Did you just come back from a workout? How did it go?" when she mentions rain, Iara glances upwards at the dark clouds, hugging her arms a bit. It's not like Hawaiian showers are particularly cold, but she's not a big fan of getting wet. "I should have brought an umbrella.." she mumbles. Looking back to Volya, she nods in recognition, although she's probably seen her elsewhere too. "Oh, yes, I think I've seen you once or twice..You're really talented with the bees." she smiles, "Nice to officially meet you, Volya, you're a really talented dancer too.." Iara pauses as she glances around, wrinkling her nose a bit at the distinct scent of seaweed. Not the most pleasant of smells..
"Oh, I'm pretty thirsty myself. May I have a bottle of water? I'd really appreciate that." she looks towards Isaac, following his gaze out towards the 10 or so tiki torches that suddenly blow out. Wow, that's a pretty strong gust of wind..Or is it something else? She pauses, closing her eyes against the wind and darkness, opening her hears to take in the various sounds, frowning a abit. "...Huh." for a moment or two, Iara seems distracted, just staring down the beach thoughtfully.
There, walking, are three figures. The one in the middle is decidedly male, obviously so in part due to the fact that his 'clothing' was a rotting layer of seaweed that hung off of his shoulders and down his back more like a cape or cloak, but did nothing to cover the frontal view of his absolutely nude body. His skin is the shade of light butter, and his frame seems almost chiseled enough to be cut from granite, despite the fact that his limbs and muscles move with liquid grace as his steps carry him across the sand. To either side of the well built male were two female companions, and they looked eerily identical to one another. While they weren't wearing anything so overblown as a cape of seaweed, they did seem to share the male's predilection toward avoiding clothing. They were likewise naked, with one of them wearing what looked like a low slung belt of dead seaweed that trailed tendrils down her legs as she walked, and the other wearing a spindly necklace of what looked like anemone spikes in a complicated configuration to create a layer of lovely shapes over her bare upper chest. Both women had skin the color of a pale, shell-colored, off-white and were built thin with firm musculature and flaring hips, as well as breasts that had likely suckled more than one offspring, considering how heavy they were. Not unpleasant to look at, but not the breasts of untested youth. When the light came up, all three lifted hands to shade their eyes without even thinking, and were decidedly blinking their solidly, deep green, marble-like eyes as if to get used to the brightness.
"Umm..Have you meet these three before?" she asks of him before nodding to Grace, uncertain of what exactly they are up against, but readying for anything as she clenches her fists slightly, sinking into a half-defensive stance. Iara would rather not fight, but if these people are here to cause trouble, that's a different story. When Volya produces that brilliant ball of light, she smiles a little and nods to her, feeling comforted by the warmth and cheerfulness in the midst of all the darkness. Blinking a couple of times as she adjusts to the brightness, Iara peers back at the three, drawing a deep breath and averting her gaze politely, shyly. "Who...Who are you?" she asks of them, hoping they might be reasoned with, whoever, or whatever they are.
When the wellspring of moisture-rejuvenating magic washed over her, Grace shivered slightly, her grip on the water bottle causing it to crush in her hand and water to spill out, dribbling over her fingers to the sand. She blinked, then looked at Isaac with her eyes gone wide, the dark centers of them seeming to grow deeper, like bottomless wells of absolutely nothing. "Isaac... Thank you." Grace licked her lips, now comfortably not having to re-wet them with an outside source, and swallowed back saliva that seemed to spring forth to her salivary glands and flood her mouth. A small amount of pink colored her cheeks for a moment, before she shook her head twice, in a decisive fashion, and turned her eyes to look at the nude trio, waiting for their response to Iara's question.
She sighs softly in relief, but notices Isaac falling to his knees in the same moment. "Hey..Are you alright?" ever the concerned nurturer, she steps towards him, offering him a steadying hand lest he lose his balance. "That was amazing..Thank you.." she murmurs, still keeping a wary eye on the approaching three. When the first woman speaks, she continues to watch them carefully, uncertain if they are honest in their words, all the while racking her brain to remember her mythology classes. Volya is given an odd look as she seems to relax as much as Isaac, but something she says gives her pause. "Oh...You must be.." she blinks slowly, turning to face the trio, bowing in what she hopes is a respectful bow, deciding to play it safe, shivering a bit at something. "I am afraid I have nothing to give, except for a warm welcome..I hope that you are enjoying this night.."
The woman to the left simply nodded to the other woman and smiled brightly, her abalone shell teeth glistening. "Oh yes, a gift for certain. It was earned, even if it was not intended." The man in the middle seemed to smile even wider, and he stepped forward, bringing the two women along in his wake while he held out his hand to Volya, his other hand pressed over his heart. "I can see that desire within you to house the babe of a God, little one. Come, we can ensure you aren't left barren and wasted on this island so lacking in the touch of the true Gods of this Sea."
Squinting as he tries to focus, Isaac draws upon his heritage once more, a golden nimbus enveloping and leaving the air full of the smells of summer. Raising his left hand, he directs a wrist thick bolt of pure light at the center most of the figures, the expenditure of enduring almost pitching Isaac forward once more once the magic has hit its target.
The man in the center, after being struck with pure light, suddenly grew pale, like he'd lost the majority of his blood-flow, to the point that any yellow tint left in his skin only made him retain the pallor of someone that had been smeared by buttercups. He started to sweat, and he licked his lips, then wiped his hand over his face before a tremble started in his limbs that made him appear much like a tree quaking as the earth shook beneath it during a major tectonic event. He let out a sound of suffering, like he was losing something vital, something important, and it made even his voice shudder as it left his body on breath that couldn't quite carry sound as well as it ought to.
This time, the man didn't fare nearly so well. He'd taken another direct hit from Isaac, which had him reeling back, his whole body threatening to simply spasm him in half it was shaking so hard. And then, his skin went white as parchment, thin, like it had become brittle. The supposed God's eyes rolled back into his head, and as he fell to the ground, his fingernails, toenails, and hair sloughed off in heavy hunks, strained and thin, like they'd simply become to fragile to remain embedded in his flesh. He lay unmoving on the ground, silent, without any movement in his chest to indicate life or breathing.
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