Post by Henry Plashnikter on Aug 4, 2015 2:33:28 GMT -5
Henry desperately trudged his way down the beach, screaming his pleas to any and all who were unfortunate enough to come within range of his voice. Granted, the circular brass helmet around his head didn't give him much range. The harpoon in his hand probably didn't help him get his message across either, now that he took a moment to think about it, but it was a necessary thing. Without it, he would be naked, exposed. Without it they would find him, and take him away to some faraway place with the rest.
Eventually finding another populated section of beach, the brass-clad man straightened and began his screaming once more.
"Help me! My village has been plagued by the devil, by the government man himself! Secret weapons of war have afflicted my friends, my family, even the tools that brought it with them! We must band together and fight this threat, lest it spread and take over the world! I shall not be silenced by the G-Man, I will have my people heard!"
His muffled voice fell upon deaf ears. The no-longer-happy populace of the sandy shores began to pack up and leave, determined to relocate rather than risk a confrontation with the 'madman' near the water.
It was another lovely day at the beach, and Pandora was out enjoying some sunshine. After a nice swim, she dried off and slipped on some denim shorts, flip flops, leaving her top half with just her bikini in hopes of getting a little color.
She spotted someone way out of place. With her enhanced hearing she was able to pick up on what the man was saying from a distance. Something about devils, government and some other crazy shit. Even his choice of clothing.. if you could even call it that was something only a man that was completely bonkers would wear in this gorgeous weather. Almost everyone was half dressed, except for this dude. And a harpoon? Pandora almost laughed out loud.
Still, the guy seemed pretty distressed and seemed to be bothering everyone he came across. Maybe he was mentally ill and really needed help. So Pandora, being the sweet and lovely girl that she was walked up to the man and smiled. "Hey, you need help with something?" She acted as though she didn't hear what he had been saying. "You look stressed. Anything I can help with? I've got a cell phone if you need to call someone."
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 5, 2015 23:01:22 GMT -5
Marcus whistled the tune you are my sunshine while he scribbled at a sketch pad with a blue ink pen. His art work was coming along greatly, only a few problems here and there with the shading. But of course, shading with blue ink was always liable to lead to a few problems.
Finished with his work, Marcus held it up in the air to marvel at it. It was basically a drawing of two people. one was Marcus, with his blue coat and his blue wings that were suppose to be black. He was holding a blue gun up to the face of the second person, a man with no eyes and a very annoying mouth expression. Marcus didn't know who the second person was, but he knew that he hated him with a deep passion.
There was a bullet already flowing through the mysterious person's skull. Blue blood sprayed out of the mysterious man's head while Marcus had on the wicked grin he wore now. The picture brought him satisfaction, but nothing ever felt better than the real thing. That was the truth about sex, and that was the truth about killing.
Marcus balled up the paper and threw it, watching it fall down a very tall building.
He now sat on a roof, looking over the beach, bored out of his mind with nothing new to do. He had an hour to waste before his next mission assignment, and now he was just killing time. Marcus often considered ordering up a hooker for some five minute fun and not paying her, or falling asleep for some three minute relaxation. Doing both would probably still leave him 50 minutes of time to kill.
It was the beautiful image of a man walking in diving gear and looking like a Scooby Doo villain that made him finally decide what Marcus was doing for the rest of his hour. Why not go scare a crazy man straight? Marcus wondered as he walked down the building's steps and headed for the beach.
To Marcus's dismay, he was not going to scare a man straight, for a gothic woman was already doing that by showing her horribly terrifying face. She looks pretty good for a goth, Marcus thought to himself as he checked her out from the side lines, paying especial attention to her finely round buttocks. I could spend my entire day doing this.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Aug 6, 2015 5:25:16 GMT -5
Dressed in a pinstriped, lime green speedo, Ben was prepared for a day of leisure at the beach. After applying a glob of sunscreen to his nose, he’d laid down to soak in the sun and take in all the sights.
The sun, the bikinis, the fluffy sky whatevers. All of it.
Reclining magnificently upon a white and blue striped beach towel, Ben was enjoying himself and half asleep when he heard someone shouting. He propped himself up on his arms with a grunt, the large golden crucifix Ben wore slipping from his chest in the process, so he could better examine the strange scene from behind the aviator sunglasses he wore. Ben fiddled with some of the coarse black hair that covered his considerable stomach as he contemplated moving closer to investigate.
With a sigh, Ben climbed to his feet, grunting and letting out a loud fart as he did so, having come to a decision. After adjusting the crucifix and brushing sand from the large bush that plagued his upper thighs and peeked out from the speedo, he strapped on his fanny pack and made his way over to the crazy man to get a better idea of what was going on.
Once closer, Ben took a cheeseburger from his pack and casually chowed down as he observed the two of them for a few seconds before speaking.
"Whas-" he paused briefly as if he were about to burp, then continued. "Happen'in?"
Post by Henry Plashnikter on Aug 8, 2015 3:35:01 GMT -5
Henry had begun to lose hope that anyone would ever listen to him, much less talk with him or consider offering their help. When the woman approached he was so overjoyed that, were it not for the laws of physics, he could have jumped out of his own skin. Not wanting to scare the kind woman away like the rest, Henry decided to take a different route.
"Please, you must help me!" He exclaimed to the woman, as well as the surrounding figures. He and three others were alone on the beach now, everyone else frightened away by doom-sayings and mad ravings. "I live down the shore, in a village. Everyone has gone absolutely mad there, screaming and tearing at one another's flesh like they are possessed! I barely escaped with my life, and my dive suit protected me from the evils that have afflicted the others. Quickly, you must help me or this force will spread to other places!" He finished, dropping to his knees and begging for their help in the process.
If these people didn't help him, Henry wasn't sure what he would do. He had to go back, that was a given, but without help he knew that he wouldn't make it ten paces without being torn asunder by his former friends and family. It would be a terrible thing, no doubt, but there were arguably worse fates. Not many perhaps, but they maybe existed.
This guy seemed almost too excited that she went over to see if he needed help. Pandora listened carefully to every word the weird man was saying, and nodded in response. If she was just a normal human, Pandora would have still thought he was completely insane and would have left or called the cops on his crazy ass. But.. she knew what was out there, and figured it was worth seeing if what he said was true.
Another person came up to the two of them, probably more weird than the one with the harpoon. He was.. gross. Pandora rolled her eyes and pretty much ignored the one in the green speedo. But in the end, she would have to agree to help this guy. If she didn't, then all that would be left was hairy speedo guy and possibly the creeper that was still out in the distance she caught staring at them. Lucky for her, she carried extra clothing most of the time, along with other goodies.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 10, 2015 14:36:29 GMT -5
The man who had been screaming before looked to the black haired girl and exclaimed, "Please, you must help me!"
Marcus raised his brow in curiosity while he continued begging. "I live down the shore," he explained. "In a village. Everyone has gone absolutely mad there, screaming and tearing at one another's flesh like they are possessed! I barely escaped with my life, and my dive suit protected me from the evils that have afflicted the others." He then got on his knees, looking at the woman with fierce desperation. "Quickly, you must help me or this force will spread to other places!"
Marcus pressed a hand to his chin, thinking on everything that was just said. From the sound of things, it seemed like the people who he spoke of turned into Zombies. Zombies were probable the only way one could turn a whole town mad. If that was so, the town was already lost, and going in to stop the spread would be tough for just a daemon like Marcus. He would need to go inside the city, find the mage who started this mess, then murder that person, and all the inhabitants who still had a taste for flesh.
Tough indeed. And if things would be that hard, it would be better to use the military.
The daemon looked towards the girl, who seemed to be doing her own thinking. He turned his head to witness a large man in a speedo eating a burger.
Goth girl and speedo man, huh? Marcus thought. This should be interesting.
Marcus called out to the man in the diving suite. "You, I'll come with you to check things out." Marcus then raised his hands in the air and called forth his Katana, which was somewhere off in the distance. It came to him instantly, soaring through the sky with its scabbard. When it was close to his hands, Marcus grabbed it and showed it to the crazy man just to show that he was a serious help, and a serious enemy if this turned out to be a scam.
"Although, I won't promise that I'll be able to help you. Not until I see the situation for myself."
Post by Benjamin Locke on Aug 11, 2015 19:57:27 GMT -5
Ben took another bite from his burger as he listened to the man talk, a pickle slipping from the bun to land somewhere in the hair above is left nipple. This bite he chewed slowly as he thought things over.
He didn’t particularly envision this taking too long. If he finished his burger now, Ben could probably just buy another. But he worried that this whole crazy people thing might take a while.
What if he finished his burger now and, preoccupied later, he didn’t get the chance to grab another? His stomach growled slightly at just the thought of going hungry later. Ultimately, Ben placed the half eaten burger back into his fanny pack. You know, just in case.
Mr. Divesuit’s problem certainly sounded serious, if a bit difficult to believe. People were going nutso on each other back in his town, according to him. Well, Ben wasn’t so sure he believed the old kook. It was entirely possible the guy was just some nut job off his meds with a boner for old diving equipment and screwing with people.
But Ben didn’t exactly believe that either. Goddamn, he was just too lazy to form an opinion on the whole thing. But one thing Ben was certain of was that none of it was his problem and he would have walked away to find a chili dog if he’d had anything more interesting lined up for later on.
Some random guy walked up offering to help. Ben didn’t think much of him until he sorceried up a katana from thin air. That certainly got his attention.
“Sure, guy. I’ll see if I can help.” Benj said, crunching on the pickle that had fallen on his chest a few minutes ago. He frowned, looking down. One of his nipples was decidedly harder than the other.
Post by Henry Plashnikter on Aug 13, 2015 23:27:56 GMT -5
By the time everyone had finished blabbering, Henry had already set off down the beach. He had no time to waste by sitting there, just... talking. He didn't particularly like talking to people anyways, so it was no skin off of his back.
The slightly tangential thought reminded him to set an appointment with his dermatologist for the next week, lately his skin had increased in pallor dramatically, and he was starting to get strange green lines running under the surface of his skin. He was also out of milk, juice, and eggs, and would have to make a stop at the nearest grocer's. He was also going to have to grab some gaskets and silver solder to make a few small repairs to his dive suit, which had taken a bit of a beating when he carved his way through a few of the more violent members of his afflicted community.
Altering his course just slightly, Plashnikter began walking towards the road above the beach. he had been in the area a few times in the past, so he knew from his experience that a farmer's market would be taking place nearby. The perfect place to pick up some groceries. There was even a hardware store nearby that he could picks things up from. If he was lucky they would even have a sale on.
If he was even more lucky, the woman he ran into last week would still be hanging about. She said she was only visiting for a little while, but Henry surprisingly enjoyed the brief conversation he had with her. Probably because she knew her salt about the sea and it's depths, honestly.
Post by Linette Nerissa on Aug 16, 2015 12:58:12 GMT -5
Bubbles swam in circles tweeting in every pitch that he could possible muster. It was like watching a puppy roll around in the dirt for the first time. Linette just smiled as she finished recording the last of her new friend's jubilant song. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever heard. Her new under water microphone had worked marvelously, bubbles had just happened to be close by, giving her the perfect opportunity to test it out. Linette hugged Bubbles good bye and swam back to grab her belongings.
Linette focused for a moment and watched as her beautiful tail split into two human legs; her toe nails were the same aqua blue that her scales were. It always amazed her to see it happen. She wiggled back int her bikini bottoms and finished swimming the rest of the distance to shore.
Surfacing Linette saw that there weren't many people around like when she had left. " That's odd, the beach is usually crowded at this time of the day" she pondered to herself. She did however notice that there seemed to be a group of three discussing something,in depth among themselves, and her friend Henry in his diving suit. He was an odd fellow who shared her love for the sea; he was also extremely friendly. She figured if anyone knew what was going on around the beach it would be him.
She jogged towards Henry as fast as the sandy water would allow. "Henry wait up!!" she shouted in hopes it would reach his ears.
Both men agreed to help the strange harpoon guy, so Pandora would be stuck with both of them for a while. As long as they didn't get in her way, there wouldn't be any problems. The one that had just joined the group, somehow summoned his sword to his hand. The girl was slightly impressed, but didn't show it in her expression. She did wonder though, if he had other abilities and what they were.
The man that seemed so desperate and begged her for help started walking away and headed down the beach. Really? Pandora became irritated and almost had no intention of following the crazy old fart. Why should she? Obviously he didn't need help that badly if he was so quick to walk away from the only people willing to help.
Pandora had two reasons why she didn't leave as quickly as she joined. The first was because the whole thing did actually make her wonder what the hell was actually going on, and the second was hearing a familiar voice in the distance. She looked down the beach. Blue hair.. "Linette?" What was she doing here? Pan was starting to wonder if the mermaid was going to show up wherever she went. Anyway, the weretiger picked up her backpack and headed in the direction of Henry and her mermaid friend. She supposed she would have to help now no matter what.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 25, 2015 20:11:41 GMT -5
His katana was getting heavy, his eyes evermore. It was that time of day where Marcus would pass out on the ground for a good five minutes. It normally would happen when he did something boring and non-heart pounding. One time he fell asleep while flying; that wasn't a fun experience. Falling from high in the air to solid ground was a bad enough moment to give him a heart attack.
The dive-suit man hurriedly turned around when all the members offered their help. Marcus was questioning if these amount of people was enough to handle one large town invasion when a small girl in a bikini greeted the man in the water suit. Henry was what she called him. The goth with the nice body called her Linette, and Marcus suddenly spoke over all of them, projecting his voice to drown out the other sounds. "Marcus! We all greeted each other, wonderful. If you don't mind me, though, I have a question, Henry."
Marcus pointed to where they were heading with a raised brow. "Just exactly where are we going? I want to know just incase I would like to take you guys on my magic flying carpet. It comes accustomed with cup holders." Marcus said the last words with more pride than sarcasm, however, everyone could tell that he was just being a smart mouth. Telling wasn't that hard.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Aug 26, 2015 4:10:28 GMT -5
Ben tongued at flecks of mustard and ketchup stuck in his mustache including one delicious piece of diced onion as he watched Henry walk off. Rude, he thought to himself, following everyone at his own pace, casually waddling along.
Katana dude seemed just about ready to keel over when some blue haired bikini girl came out of nowhere shouting for Henry. The other girl in the group seemed to recognize her but Ben wasn’t paying too much attention, preoccupied as he was with picking at a piece of hamburger stuck between his upper incisors.
“Yo,” the portly man began once Marcus had finished his latest obnoxious stream of words, sounding vaguely concerned as he eyed him.
“You o-k, guy?” Ben asked Marcus. The katana-wielding manchild seemed awfully cranky, as if he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. It put the portly man on edge, knowing he was about to be running into danger with such a man.
On another note, Henry was acting a bit odd himself. Begging them to help then proceeding to just walk off as if whatever? Ben didn’t like it. A feeling of foreboding had draped itself over his hairy form and, if not for the thick hair that covered most of his body, the rising goosebumps on his skin would be fairly visible.
Post by Henry Plashnikter on Aug 26, 2015 22:26:31 GMT -5
Henry stopped and awkwardly turned about to face the direction his name was called from, squinting through the glare on the thick glass of his brass helmet. A slight smile cracked over his wrinkly countenance as he caught sight of the blue hair running up towards him, and a heavy, brass-clad hand raised to wave at her in greeting.
"Hey there, blue! Was hoping I'd run into ya, was just about to go pick up some stuff from the ha-" He called out, stopping to turn to the punk interrupting him with poorly constructed humor. Without a second thought Henry advanced towards the boy, faster than one might expect of an old man clad in equipment that probably weighed in at over a hundred pounds in total.
"There are people dying down the shore, people who are killing both themselves and one another against their will. And yet here you stand, an Insolent little Cur, who has the GALL, THE SHEER IGNORANCE TO TRY TO MAKE JOKES?" The man yelled, again exhibiting surprising clarity despite being almost entirely encased by a brass, canvas, and rubber shell. He moved even closer, a heavy hand pulling the Daemon in by his shoulder, spherical helmet moving alongside his head.
A venomous sideways look was given to Marcus through a side view-port on the brass dome, the man inside barely audible with his muffled whispering. "All life is sacred... maybe if you had any semblance of understanding of that, you wouldn't be the cursed worm that you are."
The hand's grip was relinquished, and Henry backpedaled to his previous position, where he loudly stated "You all need protection, and I all need groceries. We're getting all of that in town." before continuing on his way to the nearby family-owned hardware shop, conveniently placed next to a deli and local market.
Post by Linette Nerissa on Aug 30, 2015 11:51:45 GMT -5
Henry greeted her "Hey there, blue! Was hoping I'd run into ya, was just about to go pick up some stuff from the ha-" It made her smile that he was actually hoping to see her, but the moment of joy was short lived by some rude sleep deprived man further down beach. "The nerve of some people" she said turning to look at the man who'd insulted her friend.
She saw a blond haired man that looked extremely sleep deprived; to make matters worse he was holding a sword. "What kind of trouble have you got yourself into now Henry?" Linette thought to herself. In the blink of an eye that Henry had moved from beside her to in the face of Mr. sarcastic. The tirade which Henry unleashed upon him was something out of a Catholic boarding school; Linette did pick up on something about the stranger being cursed.
As quickly as it began Henry had returned to where he was originally finishing with "You all need protection, and I all need groceries. We're getting all of that in town." and he began walking again.
Linette turned to look back at the group to see if they were still going to follow her Henry when she noticed Pan walking towards her. It was odd that see hadn't noticed her sooner, but Linette was still glad to see her friend.