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− | Despite the weather having closed this part of the island off for the regular people that might want to spend some time on the beach, a bright, happy, laughter radiated from Uma as she seemed to find something positively enjoyable about the damp weather. Maybe it was Tabby's bitching. Of course, hearing bright, happy, laughter radiating out of the mist might have been a little creepy, but at least it sounded purely happy... and not the crazed sort of creepy happy you might get if it was some wicked witch out there plotting a | + | Despite the weather having closed this part of the island off for the regular people that might want to spend some time on the beach, a bright, happy, laughter radiated from Uma as she seemed to find something positively enjoyable about the damp weather. Maybe it was Tabby's bitching. Of course, hearing bright, happy, laughter radiating out of the mist might have been a little creepy, but at least it sounded purely happy... and not the crazed sort of creepy happy you might get if it was some wicked witch out there plotting a heyday. "Don't be so dramatic, Tabs. This is perfect for what I needed. And it's gorgeous, just think how hydrated our skin will be. Won't even need to use lotion today." Spoke like someone that obviously had some sort of unearthly skin care regimen. Uma walked a little past Tabby and stopped, looking left and right, curiosity obvious in her mismatched eyes as she scoped their particular position on the dark sand beach. "This is perfect!" Uma announced it as if they were looking for something specific, even if the specifics weren't mentioned. At the sound of Ayi's voice, though, Uma turned that direction to peer into the mist, as if she was searching for the source. "Aloha!" She called out with a smile that was obvious in her voice. |
As far as clothing went, Uma had kept it simple enough. A pair of briefly cut-off jean shorts left her long legs bare down to her comfortable looking sandals, at least as long as they stayed on her feet. Once they found 'the place' those sandals were promptly removed and Uma dug her toes into the dark, volcanic sand. For a shirt, she'd pulled a filmy white tank top on over a vibrant teal bikini top, the ties of which were easily visible up around her neck. Of course, with the damp air, she might as well have left the tank top out of the equation entirely and just gone for the bikini. | As far as clothing went, Uma had kept it simple enough. A pair of briefly cut-off jean shorts left her long legs bare down to her comfortable looking sandals, at least as long as they stayed on her feet. Once they found 'the place' those sandals were promptly removed and Uma dug her toes into the dark, volcanic sand. For a shirt, she'd pulled a filmy white tank top on over a vibrant teal bikini top, the ties of which were easily visible up around her neck. Of course, with the damp air, she might as well have left the tank top out of the equation entirely and just gone for the bikini. | ||
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− | Another female voice, decidedly less annoyed, chimed in "Sweetie, this is exactly what you wanted when we started talking about this. Did something happen? Did he do something to make you afraid, or to change your mind suddenly? Just... remember all the reasons you wanted this." That voice was obviously attempting the 'sugar gets more flies' version of the | + | Another female voice, decidedly less annoyed, chimed in "Sweetie, this is exactly what you wanted when we started talking about this. Did something happen? Did he do something to make you afraid, or to change your mind suddenly? Just... remember all the reasons you wanted this." That voice was obviously attempting the 'sugar gets more flies' version of the coercion. Perhaps the owner of the first voice had simply run out of patience. |
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− | Tabby exhaled a laugh and shook her head, keying in on Uma. "You grew up on an island, how do you not know that some drug deals are carried out on beaches? It's all matter of quantity, and borders. Over land, you have to stick to roads which is problematic if there are checkpoints. Over water, you have the whole coastline to make a drop. It's generally small craft that bring it in, because the larger boats require canals, which means port authority checking things over. Then you have to ask when the deal is made. Movies get it all wrong. I mean what kind of asshole wanders up and down the beach with a briefcase full of money in hopes of someone shows up with a boat full of drugs? No one." The | + | Tabby exhaled a laugh and shook her head, keying in on Uma. "You grew up on an island, how do you not know that some drug deals are carried out on beaches? It's all matter of quantity, and borders. Over land, you have to stick to roads which is problematic if there are checkpoints. Over water, you have the whole coastline to make a drop. It's generally small craft that bring it in, because the larger boats require canals, which means port authority checking things over. Then you have to ask when the deal is made. Movies get it all wrong. I mean what kind of asshole wanders up and down the beach with a briefcase full of money in hopes of someone shows up with a boat full of drugs? No one." The Latina shook her head and glanced at Bjorn, then raised her voice for the trio again, "Yes, we were all supposed to stay home and work on projects, because we were all, absolutely wrong about the number of people swarming around the fog." |
− | Ayi lets out a loud, | + | Ayi lets out a loud, put-upon sigh. "No drugs? Suddenly my interest is dwindling." She pauses a moment before adding, "But not gone, because still, shady deals and drama!" She pauses in her advance toward the three figures in the mist, turning to face in the direction of Tabby. In a completely serious tone of voice she says, "If I had a briefcase full of money I would definitely wander up and down the beach hoping for a boatload of drugs." Spinning back around she drapes her staff over her shoulders, hooking her arms about it as she wanders toward the figures again. "So! Shady deals on dreary days! I'm a very curious monkey, I must admit. Like George. What sort of dark deed is being discussed?" |
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− | Up ahead, the two women that had been making the suggestions of compliance seemed to nod, and turned to start back toward the parking lot. As everyone gets a bit closer to the women, it would seem that the tallest of them was actually wearing a full coverage burka. It was dark material, making it so that she still looked like little more than a dark shadow moving along the beach. The second tallest woman was wearing a full head-covering | + | Up ahead, the two women that had been making the suggestions of compliance seemed to nod, and turned to start back toward the parking lot. As everyone gets a bit closer to the women, it would seem that the tallest of them was actually wearing a full coverage burka. It was dark material, making it so that she still looked like little more than a dark shadow moving along the beach. The second tallest woman was wearing a full head-covering hijab, along with a veil attached to the front. Unlike the taller woman, though, she chose to wear something a little brighter than the dark, navy blue, and was wearing her clothing in bright colors of pink and purple. Other than that, she was covered in layers of fabric that looked quite akin to a garbasaar. |
− | Tabby grinned at Ayi as the | + | Tabby grinned at Ayi as the Latina took up her pack to carry it as she moved along side Uma. "As a general rule, please don't start passing briefcases over to boats that ride up to the beach. Law enforcement gets incredibly irritated when their time is wasted." Her nose wrinkled, "Please do not be in possession of a dead body... That means I have to call the PD and her lawyer and manager, and explain the situation, then mi dia esta jodido..." The woman glanced at Bjorn and groaned, "It is a small consolation that someone's other half is ruining their lives as well." |
− | Another loud sigh escapes Ayi, followed by the sound of one end of her staff thudding rather heavily into the ground. "Now, now. Let's not go running off here." There's still a smile on Ayi's face, though a hint of malice has | + | Another loud sigh escapes Ayi, followed by the sound of one end of her staff thudding rather heavily into the ground. "Now, now. Let's not go running off here." There's still a smile on Ayi's face, though a hint of malice has crept onto that expression now. "After all. You still haven't answered what sort of shady deals are being done, yes? And I really would like an answer. Between the disparaging remarks about daylight, the, apparent, stench of death or the like, and the fact that I can practically taste the sheer xie e, the sheer evil here..." Shaking her head Ayi clicks her tongue almost admonishingly. "Well, I would be a poor legend if I simply let you go without answering. So. Answer." |
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− | Uma blinked, looking around at the others with her curiously, her dark brows raised in twin arches over her strange eyes. "Wait... what? Scent of death?" She made a face unconsciously in response to that, shaking her head. "I had a guinea pig die while I was away one weekend, I got home and it was absolutely disgusting. The whole house smelled like the poor, little, dead guy. We had to have it deep cleaned. I don't smell that, though. What on earth are you guys smelling? It just smells... well it just smells wet and still out here." Uma inhaled obviously through her nose, trying to pick up a scent, then when Ayi elected to push | + | Uma blinked, looking around at the others with her curiously, her dark brows raised in twin arches over her strange eyes. "Wait... what? Scent of death?" She made a face unconsciously in response to that, shaking her head. "I had a guinea pig die while I was away one weekend, I got home and it was absolutely disgusting. The whole house smelled like the poor, little, dead guy. We had to have it deep cleaned. I don't smell that, though. What on earth are you guys smelling? It just smells... well it just smells wet and still out here." Uma inhaled obviously through her nose, trying to pick up a scent, then when Ayi elected to push forward on the suggestion that things ought to be explained to her, Uma's eyes widened. "Holy.. Evil?" She turned back to stare at the three people, those dark figures that were only now more obvious to the eye, and stopped moving forward. "I don't feel like Evil is any better than a dead body." |
− | The third woman was dressed in what could only be 'business casual' attire. A smart set of slacks that looked like they'd been pressed within an inch of their life to get a sharp seam along the front of her legs, covered her lower body along with a set of black boots that were undoubtedly made of fine leather and designed to be comfortable while also looking severe. For a shirt, a button down, likely previously pressed cotton shirt in the pale shade of baby blue, starkly different than her black slacks, fit her comfortably though it had started to cling along her shoulders as they'd gotten progressively soaked with the water in the air. Her hair was cut close, a pixie style, leaving a face that was easily in the mid-40's exposed to full view. Unlike the other two, she had her arms bare where her shirt stopped at mid-bicep, and hadn't bothered to cover up her face or head. When Ayi spoke, the woman looked at her with her eyes round and surprised, almost in shock. "Wha... what?" She looked back to the other two, fully garbed women and seemed to be wavering, indecisive. "Why... It's not something that's anyone's business!" Though she tried to repeat it with the fortitude she'd had earlier, the woman's voice was wavering, | + | The third woman was dressed in what could only be 'business casual' attire. A smart set of slacks that looked like they'd been pressed within an inch of their life to get a sharp seam along the front of her legs, covered her lower body along with a set of black boots that were undoubtedly made of fine leather and designed to be comfortable while also looking severe. For a shirt, a button down, likely previously pressed cotton shirt in the pale shade of baby blue, starkly different than her black slacks, fit her comfortably though it had started to cling along her shoulders as they'd gotten progressively soaked with the water in the air. Her hair was cut close, a pixie style, leaving a face that was easily in the mid-40's exposed to full view. Unlike the other two, she had her arms bare where her shirt stopped at mid-bicep, and hadn't bothered to cover up her face or head. When Ayi spoke, the woman looked at her with her eyes round and surprised, almost in shock. "Wha... what?" She looked back to the other two, fully garbed women and seemed to be wavering, indecisive. "Why... It's not something that's anyone's business!" Though she tried to repeat it with the fortitude she'd had earlier, the woman's voice was wavering, her nerves starting to fray. |
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− | Tabby glanced at Ayi and back to the tall figure, "And this is why you have these conversations in back rooms, there's less of a chance of being disturbed." The | + | Tabby glanced at Ayi and back to the tall figure, "And this is why you have these conversations in back rooms, there's less of a chance of being disturbed." The Latina looked back to Uma. "The real question is, 'What doesn't my nose catch?' It is permanently set to TMI. If I had to pick who I felt more sorry than myself, it would be you. Everything that you once thought was private, not so much. And for that, I apologize." She gestured to Bjorn, "And now you know he cannot respect those lines either." Her attention drifted to Martha and Nalana, "Martha... If you picked this spot, I have no clue about the plan. If these two picked, then I think once that deal is done, you may be outgrowing your usefulness to them. You want to change the place to somewhere like the Fallen Pig." Dark purple bruising spread around Tabby's neck as she stared at Nalana, "And you want to accept the change of location gracefully." |
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− | Nema made a sound that was disturbingly inorganic, like two rustling sheafs of paper crumbling together while being rubbed at a fast pace. "Enough of this. Words. Glass cut them from your treacherous tongues!" Then the fully | + | Nema made a sound that was disturbingly inorganic, like two rustling sheafs of paper crumbling together while being rubbed at a fast pace. "Enough of this. Words. Glass cut them from your treacherous tongues!" Then the fully robed woman dropped into a crouch, her hand plunging into the sand at her feet. Spires of sharp, jagged glass erupted up from the beach, reaching up toward the sky in tall, wickedly twisted, crystallized vines. They didn't seem to care who they hit, they were everywhere, filling the area with the vicious, and obviously dangerous lances of cutting pain, enough so that they even cut through her own clothing where it was caught on the rising columns. |
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− | A rope of saliva fell from Tabby's clenched teeth as she growled. The polar bear was plenty reason to get back on her feet and out of the way, which she did. Her tawny eyes glanced at Ayi and Nalana, "Just wait your turn, puta." Her attention locked on Nema, and Tabby stepped behind Nema, chopping the side of her neck with the blade of her hand, enough to cause the right side of Nema's body weakened. And in that moment, Tabby drove a foot into the back of the weakened knee to cause Nema to drop to all fours. The | + | A rope of saliva fell from Tabby's clenched teeth as she growled. The polar bear was plenty reason to get back on her feet and out of the way, which she did. Her tawny eyes glanced at Ayi and Nalana, "Just wait your turn, puta." Her attention locked on Nema, and Tabby stepped behind Nema, chopping the side of her neck with the blade of her hand, enough to cause the right side of Nema's body weakened. And in that moment, Tabby drove a foot into the back of the weakened knee to cause Nema to drop to all fours. The Latina stared daggers at the polar bear, "Will you quit fucking around!?!" Tabby turned, muscles tightening as she ran towards Nalana. |
− | Ayi continues to grin | + | Ayi continues to grin confidently as that gloved finger is pointing at her. Then Nalana starts to speak, and that grin falters. Her grip on her staff tightens, gaze cast down until Nalana fishes speaking. Then Ayi lifts her gaze, glaring at the colorfully clad woman and baring her teeth angrily. Her tail becomes obvious at this point, a flash of white appearing and disappearing under her sash as it lashes side to side angrily. Then there's a glint of steel as her staff lashes out, slamming into Nalana's chest to knock her to the ground. Then the staff is spun around to send the end slamming into her jaw. "You would stain this place with your rage, your hate?" Any attempt at rising is met with another strike from Ayi's staff as she continues to speak. "Would condemn this place to an existence of being constantly plagued by your impotent rage at being unable to stand before me?" Another strike to Nalana's jaw then Ayi's leaning down to stare at her. "I am a child of Sun Wukong. The Great Sage, Equal of Heaven. So release your rage, release your hate. So that it, too, can fall before me!" Then Ayi straightens up, lifting her steel staff over her head before slamming it down to drive the end through the creature's head and into the sand. |
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− | Tabby paused in time to see Ayi hammer one bitch to death with a giant pipe. When the | + | Tabby paused in time to see Ayi hammer one bitch to death with a giant pipe. When the Latina realized her eyes weren't tracking the movement of the staff, but a rather pissed off white tail, Tabby turned her attention back to Bjorn the bear. "Well that... Covers it. Mostly." Tabby rubbed at the line of dark purple bruising around her neck as she walked back to Bjorn. "You have clothes near or do I need to swing by somewhere to get them? I'd make a call, but mierda like this is exactly why I don't have a cellphone." Heading over to the stone egg, Tabby slapped at it. "Ven, mariposa!" Tabby took a step back. "I'll pick up anything that the cops may use to ID anyone... But I'm going to check the cars... See if whatever they were making a deal over needs to not end up in an evidence locker. |
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− | The hardened rock that had formed a sort of | + | The hardened rock that had formed a sort of cocoon around Uma seemed to slough, starting at the top, then dripped in thick, clear ectoplasm that started to run down the sides, until it was just Uma standing there, covered with a layer of ectoplasmic splatter, in a puddle of the stuff. She blinked, looking around as she wiped her face off to get some of the clear stuff away from her eyes. Uma raised her brows to Tabby, "Holy... crap. You guys got them? Good." She stepped around the corpse of Martha gingerly, not wanting to disturb the poor, dead woman, and moved over to where Ayi had dropped the brightly clothed woman. Staring down at the shattered, oozing creature that had killed Martha without hesitation, Uma's mouth twisted into a frown of distaste. Then, she leaned forward a little and spat on the dead 'woman'. "Su pudre en el infierno, pedazo de mierda." Her voice was hard and angry, eyes looking at the body with its shattered remains in such a way that it was obvious she might have solidly wished to be the one that committed the destruction. Looking at Ayi, Uma nodded to her, as if agreeing with the woman entirely in her methods "A drink or 10, after that. I'd buy you a night with one of the hookers on the island if I didn't think you could drum up a lay by yourself." Then she started her long-legged walk over to Bjorn, reaching out to touch his massive shoulder to pet along his thick fur as she spoke quietly. "Are you alright?" |
− | There's a slight wince as Bjorn's fur is run through, mostly because everything hurt. But Tab had a point about clothing, and other important things that had to get dealt with. Having | + | There's a slight wince as Bjorn's fur is run through, mostly because everything hurt. But Tab had a point about clothing, and other important things that had to get dealt with. Having sufficiently caught his breath enough, the large polar bear began to shrink, fur disappearing for skin, the burns turning back to healthy skin as well as the eleven feet car sized Bjorn turned back into the just really large drink of water Bjorn the man. Now looking more up, at everyone instead of down he answers Tabby first with, "Might be a clothing vendor nearby, but yeah I didn't plan for glass throwing torch wielding corpses." He frowns, but then smiles at Uma. "I'll be alright, just mostly exhausted, and a little tender on my side." He puts his hand over his side just to double check that he is indeed all patched up. Glancing about he adds, "Anyone seen what's left of my shorts? I could use my keys and wallet." |
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− | Tabby's hands left Martha's neck as she stared for some sign of life. "If it's porous it'll mostly impossible to clean. I'm just saying that walk down the street with it when the cops are on the way to find one to three bodies with | + | Tabby's hands left Martha's neck as she stared for some sign of life. "If it's porous it'll mostly impossible to clean. I'm just saying that walk down the street with it when the cops are on the way to find one to three bodies with bludgeon wounds is asking for trouble. On the other side of island or next week, no one will care. Same shit I do with my gun. If I fire in a situation that could be construed as illegal, it and I are in different places while the cops are looking." Tab carefully searched her pockets, checking cards, wallet, staring confused, then replacing them before using the key fob to unlock the car and pop the truck before replacing it as well, on Martha. "I'll call in the tip, but not when everyone is together. I fear a world without payphones..." Tabby headed over to the car to check the inside without getting inside, opening the trunk. "Yes, the puta deserved it, but you leave the spitting to me. It's included in my invoice." Closing the vehicle back up, Tabby headed to her bag to put it over her shoulder while she took off her gloves, pocketing them. Inspecting a small metal object, she sniffed it carefully. "Fallen Pig, it is. And you should start mourning your mobile now. Uma called up shit in a moment of emotion, basically the same as tossing your phone into a microwave for a spin." |
Latest revision as of 13:01, 15 September 2018
Mists of the Dead | |
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Sometimes things just need stirring | |
Dramatis Personae | 1 January, 1970 On a misty day at the Volcanic Beach, Evil is afoot. |
Location
Leeward Coast, Volcanic Beach |
Plot(s) |
The oddness of Oahu weather wasn't lost on the people that visited there, nor was it a shock in any way to the people that lived there year round. It made total sense that on part of the island it could be a beautiful, sunny sort of day, with delicate clouds floating gently on high breezes, but at another part of the island the world could be socked in by mist, like the clouds had just fallen a little too low. This lovely morning, the Leeward Coast is held in the gentle embrace of a heavy mist, one that carried warmth and damp heat along with it, leaving everything seemingly wet and without cover from the moisture. Some had gone diving and what not along the safer areas, but for the most part the beaches were fairly empty of people, those beach goers opting to head to where there was sun and more visibility. Along the harsh beauty of the Volcanic beach, the dark sands were almost occluded by the weight of the mist, but not entirely. As if everything that got within 20 feet or so was giving a heads up that it was there, or wasn't there in the case of people walking off the shoreline into the water and leaving the sands behind. All in all, though, such a day was quite peaceful with the sounds of the crashing waves muted by the thickness in the air, and the heat of the driving sun foiled by the droplets of water hovering firmly between it and the world.
The sound of talking does get the white-haired woman to pause in her... Whatever she's doing to look up, eyes squinting as she tries to peer through the mist. "The whole island and not just this stretch of beach? Would be the widest ranging ghost I've ever heard of."
As far as clothing went, Uma had kept it simple enough. A pair of briefly cut-off jean shorts left her long legs bare down to her comfortable looking sandals, at least as long as they stayed on her feet. Once they found 'the place' those sandals were promptly removed and Uma dug her toes into the dark, volcanic sand. For a shirt, she'd pulled a filmy white tank top on over a vibrant teal bikini top, the ties of which were easily visible up around her neck. Of course, with the damp air, she might as well have left the tank top out of the equation entirely and just gone for the bikini.
Off in the distance, not far really, maybe 40 feet away, three shadowy figures could be ascertained in the mist. One of them was far taller than the other two, by at least 6 inches, but the three shapes were close together.
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