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And still those incessant horns howled into the afternoon without stopping their continual HONK, HONK, HONK. | And still those incessant horns howled into the afternoon without stopping their continual HONK, HONK, HONK. | ||
+ | ''Loa pages: strangely enough, when that grill went flying... there looked to be the outline of a dog, just like.. a normal dog.. sticking out of the engine compartment of the truck. And honestly... you might swear you can hear dogs howling along with the sound of the horns, mournfully. | ||
+ | Loa pages: but it's not a normal dog, it just looks like it might have been one. No, this one is definitely too see-through to be a normal dog.'' | ||
She'll enlighten Rick later on her French fiction allusions. Grace is given a smile over her shoulder too, but Heath, despite being not much more than a stranger, has most of her attention at the moment. When Iara drops to her knees, Fiona takes a step back, glancing from her to Heath. "A little car trouble, sure. I hate it when I drive my car into a large body of water. Puts a damper on the day." But then Heath mentions a friend. "Your friend? Are they... where are they?" she says, glancing around for someone else with Heath. She winces as the noises begin to escalate, and then jumps visibly when the grill shoots forward, her dark eyes darting over to where it falls. "We should... maybe get out of the fallout zone, you think?" she asks, glancing from Heath to Rick to Grace to Iara, who she finally moves to, to try to tug up. The rest look like they can probably run if need be. | She'll enlighten Rick later on her French fiction allusions. Grace is given a smile over her shoulder too, but Heath, despite being not much more than a stranger, has most of her attention at the moment. When Iara drops to her knees, Fiona takes a step back, glancing from her to Heath. "A little car trouble, sure. I hate it when I drive my car into a large body of water. Puts a damper on the day." But then Heath mentions a friend. "Your friend? Are they... where are they?" she says, glancing around for someone else with Heath. She winces as the noises begin to escalate, and then jumps visibly when the grill shoots forward, her dark eyes darting over to where it falls. "We should... maybe get out of the fallout zone, you think?" she asks, glancing from Heath to Rick to Grace to Iara, who she finally moves to, to try to tug up. The rest look like they can probably run if need be. | ||
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The driver of the truck is now pale as a set of hospital linens. His eyes are wide, and he can't quite seem to get things to be doing anything right. Letting out a holler as Aurelie came up to the side of the truck and talked to him through the window, he really did look like he was about to freak out. "You know what?! You think you can do better? Here you go, princess!" He shut off the truck, climbed out the front seat, and started walking away, taking his keys with him. Notably, the horn kept blaring, even with the power cut. | The driver of the truck is now pale as a set of hospital linens. His eyes are wide, and he can't quite seem to get things to be doing anything right. Letting out a holler as Aurelie came up to the side of the truck and talked to him through the window, he really did look like he was about to freak out. "You know what?! You think you can do better? Here you go, princess!" He shut off the truck, climbed out the front seat, and started walking away, taking his keys with him. Notably, the horn kept blaring, even with the power cut. | ||
+ | "Loa pages: The spirits seem really restless.. like the sounds are bothering them or something as they wait in their usual line. They keep clumping up close to one another, like they're clinging. It's.. not the usual rank and file of a smooth day on the Volcanic beach." | ||
All that racket is definitely not pleasant, and Rick winces, putting a hand up to one of his ears. The fact that he has two and he can't cover them both with one hand doesn't seem to enter into the equation. However, something catches his eye, and he frowns, before he starts walking. Toward the tow truck. Oh, did you mean for him to do the opposite, Fiona? Sorry. "Hey, buddy," he says, to...the engine compartment of the truck. "You're okay." Whatever he's talking to, it seems to make him a lot sadder than it should. Maybe he's just really into trucks. He looks around briefly then, and then back to the truck, holding out his hand. "Come on, bud. Come here." | All that racket is definitely not pleasant, and Rick winces, putting a hand up to one of his ears. The fact that he has two and he can't cover them both with one hand doesn't seem to enter into the equation. However, something catches his eye, and he frowns, before he starts walking. Toward the tow truck. Oh, did you mean for him to do the opposite, Fiona? Sorry. "Hey, buddy," he says, to...the engine compartment of the truck. "You're okay." Whatever he's talking to, it seems to make him a lot sadder than it should. Maybe he's just really into trucks. He looks around briefly then, and then back to the truck, holding out his hand. "Come on, bud. Come here." | ||
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The water around the sunken car continued to bubble, even after the car had long since sunk down, and there seemed to be something thrashing in the water, though seeing it was impossible. It more looked like the car had caused a vortex or spinning water or air under the surface. Weird. | The water around the sunken car continued to bubble, even after the car had long since sunk down, and there seemed to be something thrashing in the water, though seeing it was impossible. It more looked like the car had caused a vortex or spinning water or air under the surface. Weird. | ||
+ | ''Loa pages: in the water, over the sinking car, there's a spectral dog attempting to swim for the dark sands of the Volcanic shore. | ||
+ | Loa pages: also, now the only sound that winds up and fades, in and out, is the dog in the engine compartment, attempting to pitch match with the constantly blurbing horn of the truck.'' | ||
"Jesus. Are you never serious?" Fiona asks Heath with a shake of her head at his joke, but she doesn't actually look that offended by it. She moves back with Grace's urging, but then she turns when she Iara goes following Rick closer to the truck. "Guys!" she says, a little sharply. "Come on, Sunshine," that's for Rick, who's just a bit too close to the truck for her liking. | "Jesus. Are you never serious?" Fiona asks Heath with a shake of her head at his joke, but she doesn't actually look that offended by it. She moves back with Grace's urging, but then she turns when she Iara goes following Rick closer to the truck. "Guys!" she says, a little sharply. "Come on, Sunshine," that's for Rick, who's just a bit too close to the truck for her liking. | ||
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Rick got slapped with an oil-ridden gasket that managed to hold on to part of a manifold curve and slopped down to the ground at his feet. Springs and clips bounced onto the ground near Lola and Fiona's feet. A few moments later, a loud THUNK was heard as the engine shifted to the side and one of the main bolts holding it in place sheered off, falling onto the sand under the engine compartment. | Rick got slapped with an oil-ridden gasket that managed to hold on to part of a manifold curve and slopped down to the ground at his feet. Springs and clips bounced onto the ground near Lola and Fiona's feet. A few moments later, a loud THUNK was heard as the engine shifted to the side and one of the main bolts holding it in place sheered off, falling onto the sand under the engine compartment. | ||
+ | ''Loa pages: The spectral dog that had been desperately swimming is now on the land, sitting, throwing its head back and letting out howl after howl in time with the horn going off on the truck. Inside the engine compartment, the other dog was still clearly mostly inside it, scraping, biting, ripping the thing to shreds and then howling every so often like it was answering the other spectral hound.'' | ||
"Seriously?" Fi says, ignoring Heath and staring at Lola when the other woman gives the sliver of metal a flick. "You don't know how deep it is-" She doesn't get very far in that lecture because Iara's plucking it out and tasting it. | "Seriously?" Fi says, ignoring Heath and staring at Lola when the other woman gives the sliver of metal a flick. "You don't know how deep it is-" She doesn't get very far in that lecture because Iara's plucking it out and tasting it. | ||
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A horrific, loud shriek can be heard a hundred feet past the beach, up where the shelf of the cliff side meets nothing but air. And there, two beings come into view. Menacing and tall, they looked to be wearing clothing right out of the mid-1900's. But their hands were distended and elongated, holding huge, black claws at the tips of their fingers. Their mouths had opened wide enough that the flesh to either side of their lips had torn to make room for jaws filled with teeth that shined metallic in the waning sunlight. When they stepped off the cliff, they sort of half floated, half zoomed, right toward the truck and all of its noise. | A horrific, loud shriek can be heard a hundred feet past the beach, up where the shelf of the cliff side meets nothing but air. And there, two beings come into view. Menacing and tall, they looked to be wearing clothing right out of the mid-1900's. But their hands were distended and elongated, holding huge, black claws at the tips of their fingers. Their mouths had opened wide enough that the flesh to either side of their lips had torn to make room for jaws filled with teeth that shined metallic in the waning sunlight. When they stepped off the cliff, they sort of half floated, half zoomed, right toward the truck and all of its noise. | ||
+ | ''Loa pages: The dog kept digging at the engine, trying to shut off the horn. The other dog just kept howling at the top of its lungs, attempting to possibly mask the sound of the horn? And then... another sound starts to become more obvious from the line of ghosts. A little boy, crying, and he's covered in thick, black blood all over his little body.'' | ||
Loa dropped Spectral Woman. | Loa dropped Spectral Woman. | ||
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Without the horrendous blaring into the waning light, things seem almost better for everyone that's been suffering through that terrible noise. Except for the screaming of metal. And Screaming of specters. And the screaming of people running away, being trampled by one another, or possibly drowning in an attempt to escape fear. | Without the horrendous blaring into the waning light, things seem almost better for everyone that's been suffering through that terrible noise. Except for the screaming of metal. And Screaming of specters. And the screaming of people running away, being trampled by one another, or possibly drowning in an attempt to escape fear. | ||
+ | ''The little boy is still running down the line of ghosts as fast as his tiny, broken, and blood soaked legs could carry him. Which is surprisingly fast. The line of ghosts leading up to their point of jump off into the beyond is reacting to the screaming specters terribly. Some of them are fading in and out of visibility, some just literally vanish. Some fall down and cover themselves around the head and neck with their arms, as if protecting themselves. You can tell the ghosts that are really far gone as they literally just stand in line like nothing's happening. | ||
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+ | The pup in the engine let out a sharp whine and was suddenly out of the engine compartment, favoring the hell out of its right front leg, and then limping toward the back of the truck where the other, now silent, spectral dog sits.'' | ||
Fiona nods a couple of times in response to Grace when the other woman tries to keep Fiona from freaking out. But there's only so much that can be done, honestly. She stares in horror for a moment, then breathes a sigh of relief as Rick is dragged out by Heath when the truck starts to get ripped to pieces. That's all the warning she needs, because she's a lot more fragile than steel. She turns, but has the presence of mind to grab her bag and blanket, before running toward the path that will take her to the street where her car is parked. "Come on, you guys!" she says earnestly over her shoulder, but, sorry friends, she keeps running, whether they join her or not. | Fiona nods a couple of times in response to Grace when the other woman tries to keep Fiona from freaking out. But there's only so much that can be done, honestly. She stares in horror for a moment, then breathes a sigh of relief as Rick is dragged out by Heath when the truck starts to get ripped to pieces. That's all the warning she needs, because she's a lot more fragile than steel. She turns, but has the presence of mind to grab her bag and blanket, before running toward the path that will take her to the street where her car is parked. "Come on, you guys!" she says earnestly over her shoulder, but, sorry friends, she keeps running, whether they join her or not. | ||
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Heath panting heavily as he moved, set Rick down on the ground so he could stand on his own power. "Wraiths... Crazy fuckers that think Veil diving is fun." Turning, Heath cast a glare the sky, "I swear... Michael! I fear there has been some slacking in the ranks, you miserable cunt!" For the lacking in religious ritual, it appeared Heath just threw his hand in the air, holding them there like he was trying to form a Dragonball Z style Spirit Bomb. Not that Heath could throw a Spirit Bomb. That shit is way too cool for his wreaked tux wearing ass. It probably looked strange, him throwing up two Vultan Greetings and having the sides of his thumbs touching together above him. Heath locked his gaze on the Spectral Man as Heath poured every ounce of his conviction into the Latin words, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Exsurgat Deus et dissipentur inimici ejus, et fugiant qui oderunt eum a facie ejus!" No bright and shining lights or swords from Heaven. This is a battle of wills and the Specter was one to flinch. | Heath panting heavily as he moved, set Rick down on the ground so he could stand on his own power. "Wraiths... Crazy fuckers that think Veil diving is fun." Turning, Heath cast a glare the sky, "I swear... Michael! I fear there has been some slacking in the ranks, you miserable cunt!" For the lacking in religious ritual, it appeared Heath just threw his hand in the air, holding them there like he was trying to form a Dragonball Z style Spirit Bomb. Not that Heath could throw a Spirit Bomb. That shit is way too cool for his wreaked tux wearing ass. It probably looked strange, him throwing up two Vultan Greetings and having the sides of his thumbs touching together above him. Heath locked his gaze on the Spectral Man as Heath poured every ounce of his conviction into the Latin words, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Exsurgat Deus et dissipentur inimici ejus, et fugiant qui oderunt eum a facie ejus!" No bright and shining lights or swords from Heaven. This is a battle of wills and the Specter was one to flinch. | ||
+ | ''Loa pages: The little boy continues to run, and the spectral dogs have started to trot off toward him, though the one is still limping, dripping black-blood stuff behind him that fades away to nothing after a few seconds on the ground.'' | ||
Rick gets up and looks around, wincing a little as he glances quickly to his shoulder that he will probably need to wrap up at some point. But not right now. Right now, he turns...and starts to run toward the bluff. For whatever reason. "Hey!" he calls, at nothing that is apparent to anyone here. "Hey, buddy! Wait a sec!" He grimaces as he pushes a little harder, willing himself to go faster. As he runs, he speaks -- or tries to. It's a little gasping at this point. "I know you want to go, I get that! Everything's gonna be okay! Just wait one sec, yeah?" | Rick gets up and looks around, wincing a little as he glances quickly to his shoulder that he will probably need to wrap up at some point. But not right now. Right now, he turns...and starts to run toward the bluff. For whatever reason. "Hey!" he calls, at nothing that is apparent to anyone here. "Hey, buddy! Wait a sec!" He grimaces as he pushes a little harder, willing himself to go faster. As he runs, he speaks -- or tries to. It's a little gasping at this point. "I know you want to go, I get that! Everything's gonna be okay! Just wait one sec, yeah?" | ||
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The tide is high and slack. | The tide is high and slack. | ||
+ | ''Loa pages: The poor little broken child continued to scramble, though it was obvious that his efforts were tremendous and took their toll. He looked up at the approaching Rick and sobbed softly. "If I don't go, they won't stop... they just keep taking me back to that place, all the time. I want to move on. I want to go..." And he just kept moving, crawling now, leaving a thick, black trail behind him from where he'd sustained such horrendous injuries.'' | ||
Aurelie coyly ducks out of the way of the female wraiths hungry onslaught, her body moving with inhuman speed and agility. "Now now, here? In front of everyone? I know you want me, but honestly, doesn't delayed gratification make it all the sweeter?" The smoky sweetness in Aurelie's voice intensified, as did the effervescent champagne glow emanating from her. All of the green in her eyes had drained away to be a vivid silver to bright as to almost look white. "Let's dance a little, first - I know all the steps, do you, Lover?" | Aurelie coyly ducks out of the way of the female wraiths hungry onslaught, her body moving with inhuman speed and agility. "Now now, here? In front of everyone? I know you want me, but honestly, doesn't delayed gratification make it all the sweeter?" The smoky sweetness in Aurelie's voice intensified, as did the effervescent champagne glow emanating from her. All of the green in her eyes had drained away to be a vivid silver to bright as to almost look white. "Let's dance a little, first - I know all the steps, do you, Lover?" | ||
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Grace's eyes tracked the movement of the other creature going after Aurelie, and after a moment, Grace was simply there, moving with that disturbing, inhuman stealth, the speed a thing that mortals shouldn't be comfortable with, ever. As the specter was obviously busy, Grace simply pulled her arm back, then spun her body in time with the hunk of engine block she held, bringing it with a mighty CRACK against the side of the female wraith's skull. The skull shattered, the hunk of metal did not. And the Wraith was flung to the side, down to the ground, where she immediately started to seep into the ground. Grace took a deep breath and walked over above the fallen wraith and brought the hunk of engine down on her head two more times for good measure, collapsing it entirely, to ensure the thing was entirely dead. She only stopped when its form started to completely incorporealize. | Grace's eyes tracked the movement of the other creature going after Aurelie, and after a moment, Grace was simply there, moving with that disturbing, inhuman stealth, the speed a thing that mortals shouldn't be comfortable with, ever. As the specter was obviously busy, Grace simply pulled her arm back, then spun her body in time with the hunk of engine block she held, bringing it with a mighty CRACK against the side of the female wraith's skull. The skull shattered, the hunk of metal did not. And the Wraith was flung to the side, down to the ground, where she immediately started to seep into the ground. Grace took a deep breath and walked over above the fallen wraith and brought the hunk of engine down on her head two more times for good measure, collapsing it entirely, to ensure the thing was entirely dead. She only stopped when its form started to completely incorporealize. | ||
+ | ''Loa pages: As Rick picked up the broken boy, it was obvious the child was in pain, but he offered an utterly beautiful smile up to the man as he was carried to the edge. And then, he just nodded, his lips a delicate arc of peace as he closed his eyes. As he hit the horizon, after Rick threw him, the little boy vanished in a flash of green light, bright and pure, and was no more.'' | ||
Aurelie smacks her scarlet-painted lips as her "dance partner" fades away into the puddle of goo. "Done already, Lover? I hate it when they don't have the stamina to last." But the hungry grin settled across her radiant face suggests she may not be as disappointed as she says. "You move well," she tells Grace, tipping a playful wink before hiding her eyes behind her rose colored glasses once more. "What I could see, at least, was an absolute pleasure to watch." The blonde stretches sinuously, the length of her bikini clad body glistening with a touch of sweat from the evening's exertions, and the cause of that strange glow. Surely. Picking up her throw from the ground, she slings it around her waist and knots it at the hip, sashaying her way towards Rick. "Who was that?" she asks, canting her head towards the edge that he threw...nothing...over. "Oh, Heath...that was hot." She smiles that smoky smile and scrolls through the selfies on her phone. "Well, well...new followers in Waikiki. That's convenient." Her smile has just a little bit too much tooth to be wholesome. | Aurelie smacks her scarlet-painted lips as her "dance partner" fades away into the puddle of goo. "Done already, Lover? I hate it when they don't have the stamina to last." But the hungry grin settled across her radiant face suggests she may not be as disappointed as she says. "You move well," she tells Grace, tipping a playful wink before hiding her eyes behind her rose colored glasses once more. "What I could see, at least, was an absolute pleasure to watch." The blonde stretches sinuously, the length of her bikini clad body glistening with a touch of sweat from the evening's exertions, and the cause of that strange glow. Surely. Picking up her throw from the ground, she slings it around her waist and knots it at the hip, sashaying her way towards Rick. "Who was that?" she asks, canting her head towards the edge that he threw...nothing...over. "Oh, Heath...that was hot." She smiles that smoky smile and scrolls through the selfies on her phone. "Well, well...new followers in Waikiki. That's convenient." Her smile has just a little bit too much tooth to be wholesome. |
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Cast to the Wind | |
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The Restless Dead Find Peace | |
Dramatis Personae
Aurelie, Fiona, Grace, Heath, Iara, Lola, and Rick. Loa as GM. |
2 August, 2008 A day on the beach turns into a day of danger |
Location
Volcanic Beach, Leeward Coast |
Plot(s) |
It's one of those beautiful days you see in 'Visit Hawaii' advertisements. The sun's out, the sky's blue, and the gentle breeze is making the little tufts of grass here and there along the Leeward Coast dance invitingly. The water is sparkling and clean, with lots of people out diving near the reef on such a perfect day for it. On the dark sands of the volcanic beach people rest under umbrellas or move into and out of the water, relishing the entirely ideal day.
Heath stood like a statue, facing the water. His bow tie hung from his fingers, wind pulling at the ribbon of silk. His tailor-fitted Bottega Veneta tuxedo was still damp. One sleeve of the jacket ripped at the shoulder to the point one could see the dress shirt through the tear. His face showed signs of trauma, his cheek forming a dark bruise, his chin showing signs of abrasions. Tonguing at the split on his lip, the man reached into his jacket, pulling a silver flask from the inside pocket. His bare feet and toes curled in the sand, a pair of ruined tux shoes discarded nearby, originally from Saks Fifth Avenue or somewhere equally disgusting. Unscrewing the flask, Heath stretched his arm out in salute to the rental car, offering the slightest nod before taking a long, long drink.
Then the fact that there was Aurelie giving her little podcast to her viewers had people moving around to look at her, watching here. When she panned the phone across the beach, a group of obvious College Brahs all flexed muscles and called out absurd statements like, 'HEY MOM!' and 'YEAH! CLASS OF 09!'. The flickering light of the tow truck garnered its own attention, to be sure. Especially since it was pulling a fairly expensive car out of the ocean, bit by bit. The sound of the long lines of steel pulling were a touch on the noticeable side, too. It wasn't until the car was a good halfway out of the water that something started steaming under the hood of the large tow truck. And then... something made a violent hissing sound. The horn of the truck began to blare, loud and like it was going to tell all of the traffic on this side of the island to get away. As the horn of the tow truck kept blaring, the lights of the half submerged, rental Mercedes began flashing. Then, from the depths of that poor, wretched hood, the horn started to honk over and over, and the sound of the Mercedes' alarm could be heard, like it was being made through a whistle from under a cup of water.
"Heath, right? You okay?" she asks, her tone a touch concerned.
Aurelie takes off her sunglasses and smacks her scarlet-painted lips on her way over to driver's side of the tow truck. "Hey there, stranger. Shitty day at work, huh?" She smiles at looks up at the driver through her lashes. "You know, if you just take off the emergency brake, this noisy hot mess will very quickly become a whole heap of not your problem. We can all enjoy our beach day, and tomorrow you go pick up your insurance check. Hmm?" She lightly nips at a fingertip while she waits for the driver to mull it over.
At the front of the tow truck, the massive, silver grill suddenly shot forward, bent nearly in half as it sailed through the air and landed with a thud on the dark beach. Parts came flying out from under the hood, hoses, metal bits that looked somewhat important. And still those incessant horns howled into the afternoon without stopping their continual HONK, HONK, HONK. Loa pages: strangely enough, when that grill went flying... there looked to be the outline of a dog, just like.. a normal dog.. sticking out of the engine compartment of the truck. And honestly... you might swear you can hear dogs howling along with the sound of the horns, mournfully. Loa pages: but it's not a normal dog, it just looks like it might have been one. No, this one is definitely too see-through to be a normal dog. She'll enlighten Rick later on her French fiction allusions. Grace is given a smile over her shoulder too, but Heath, despite being not much more than a stranger, has most of her attention at the moment. When Iara drops to her knees, Fiona takes a step back, glancing from her to Heath. "A little car trouble, sure. I hate it when I drive my car into a large body of water. Puts a damper on the day." But then Heath mentions a friend. "Your friend? Are they... where are they?" she says, glancing around for someone else with Heath. She winces as the noises begin to escalate, and then jumps visibly when the grill shoots forward, her dark eyes darting over to where it falls. "We should... maybe get out of the fallout zone, you think?" she asks, glancing from Heath to Rick to Grace to Iara, who she finally moves to, to try to tug up. The rest look like they can probably run if need be.
"Loa pages: The spirits seem really restless.. like the sounds are bothering them or something as they wait in their usual line. They keep clumping up close to one another, like they're clinging. It's.. not the usual rank and file of a smooth day on the Volcanic beach." All that racket is definitely not pleasant, and Rick winces, putting a hand up to one of his ears. The fact that he has two and he can't cover them both with one hand doesn't seem to enter into the equation. However, something catches his eye, and he frowns, before he starts walking. Toward the tow truck. Oh, did you mean for him to do the opposite, Fiona? Sorry. "Hey, buddy," he says, to...the engine compartment of the truck. "You're okay." Whatever he's talking to, it seems to make him a lot sadder than it should. Maybe he's just really into trucks. He looks around briefly then, and then back to the truck, holding out his hand. "Come on, bud. Come here."
The truck itself lurched, skidding backward a touch, meaning it was only a moment in between Heath taking Aurelie out of the cab and getting her to safety and a far more dangerous situation of trying to get her out of a moving vehicle. At the front of the truck, the horn suddenly started making a horrendous, off key noise, steadily, no fading or changing. Just BWEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRP like it would never run out of air. After the lurch of the truck, there was another sound, like something ticking, or twanging... or clinking. Those at the rear or mid of the truck could likely see the steel cable fraying, but those at the front of the truck weren't so lucky, really. When it sprang apart, the car waiting to be towed up sank back into the water fast, but not as fast as the steel cable traveled forward through the cab. The front window shattered outward, spraying a mix of frayed cable and glass ahead of the truck, where it pelted Rick. When all was said and done, Rick was left with glass scrapes across his face, a couple of holes in his shirt, and a needle thin piece of twisted, rusty , steel, wire poking about an inch into the skin of his chest. The water around the sunken car continued to bubble, even after the car had long since sunk down, and there seemed to be something thrashing in the water, though seeing it was impossible. It more looked like the car had caused a vortex or spinning water or air under the surface. Weird. Loa pages: in the water, over the sinking car, there's a spectral dog attempting to swim for the dark sands of the Volcanic shore. Loa pages: also, now the only sound that winds up and fades, in and out, is the dog in the engine compartment, attempting to pitch match with the constantly blurbing horn of the truck. "Jesus. Are you never serious?" Fiona asks Heath with a shake of her head at his joke, but she doesn't actually look that offended by it. She moves back with Grace's urging, but then she turns when she Iara goes following Rick closer to the truck. "Guys!" she says, a little sharply. "Come on, Sunshine," that's for Rick, who's just a bit too close to the truck for her liking. When the truck lurches, her eyes widen, and she covers her mouth rather than stand there agape. But then what she was hoping to avoid happens, and Rick is pelted with truck shrapnel. "Rick!" she cries out, and moves forward to help him, stumbling a little and no doubt wishing she had shoes on -- black sand is hot, and then there's glass and metal laying about.
This is what we call 'natural consequences,' folks. He lets out a pained cry as the glass scrapes across his face, at least managing to close his eyes. It'll leave a mark, though. But that's not what he seems to be paying attention to. No, he sees that piece of steel sticking out of him just as he lets out another cry, this time much louder. And possibly quite a bit louder than the thing might seem to warrant. "Fuck!" he yells, and he reaches for it, his fingers fumbling for purchase on it to try and rip it out, but for some reason he can't seem to get a good grip on it. "Get it out!"
But her moment of pause ends when Rick draws attention to his hip new piercing. His final shout gets her attention and her head cants. Grace's question gets her attention, but she ignores it as she steps forward, her oar slung over her shoulder again. She comes around Rick's side casually, turning to face him from the side. She smirks and lifts a hand to flick the end of the sliver with her finger. Which.. probably won't feel good. "Nope," she states, that little curl of her lips remaining.
Then there was a resounding crack from his hand slapping Aurelie's ass, and then he just dumped her unceremoniously on the ground. Taking her chin in his hand as he leaned over to stare at the succubus, right in those silvery eyes. His mouth formed a smirk, "She'll be disappointed I let you survive for like two seconds." His eyes fell to Aurelie's chest for a split second then returned, "Then she's not going to stop laughing for hours after she hears I left you sitting in the sand with your tits hanging out." The man chewed on his own tongue, "They're nice by the way." And that man turned and walked, letting out a roar like he just won the Super Bowl.
The truck's horn still balefully blew into the daylight, loud as all hell, and not giving any signs of slowing down or stopping. Despite the fact that the engine was off, pieces still kept flying out of it, bouncing off of those nearby, a piece of hose, dripping with antifreeze, bounced off of Iara's shoulder while she was busy testing Rick's blood for impurities. Rick got slapped with an oil-ridden gasket that managed to hold on to part of a manifold curve and slopped down to the ground at his feet. Springs and clips bounced onto the ground near Lola and Fiona's feet. A few moments later, a loud THUNK was heard as the engine shifted to the side and one of the main bolts holding it in place sheered off, falling onto the sand under the engine compartment. Loa pages: The spectral dog that had been desperately swimming is now on the land, sitting, throwing its head back and letting out howl after howl in time with the horn going off on the truck. Inside the engine compartment, the other dog was still clearly mostly inside it, scraping, biting, ripping the thing to shreds and then howling every so often like it was answering the other spectral hound. "Seriously?" Fi says, ignoring Heath and staring at Lola when the other woman gives the sliver of metal a flick. "You don't know how deep it is-" She doesn't get very far in that lecture because Iara's plucking it out and tasting it. Fi's eyes get wide, horrified, and she clearly has no words. Instead she hauls off and punches the more petite girl. She immediately looks like she's shocked at her own violent outburst, and she backs away. The fact the truck is still throwing off its parts like it's a Pep Boys having a fire sale gives her all the more reason to move away, reaching for Rick's hand to tug him with her, before turning and walking a little away from everyone, her hands going up to the top of her head, her chin tipping up toward the sky as she breathes, similar to a racer walking it out after a run.
"What the //fuck//, bitch?!"
Then he's taking a swing at her. A damn good one. Her brief distraction seems to delay her just enough that her snap tilt of the head lags just a fraction. A hard graze that leaves a shallow cut to one lip and a hint of red. Which disappears when her tongue flicks out to swipe it casually. She straightens, head canting slowly as she stares at Rick. "Do you want to play? It looks like you want to play." Something darkly malevolent in that tone suggests 'play' is not.. 'fun' with her. A shift of her shoulder has the oar in hand again, though still planted against the ground, the other hand holding the partially straightened spring.
A horrific, loud shriek can be heard a hundred feet past the beach, up where the shelf of the cliff side meets nothing but air. And there, two beings come into view. Menacing and tall, they looked to be wearing clothing right out of the mid-1900's. But their hands were distended and elongated, holding huge, black claws at the tips of their fingers. Their mouths had opened wide enough that the flesh to either side of their lips had torn to make room for jaws filled with teeth that shined metallic in the waning sunlight. When they stepped off the cliff, they sort of half floated, half zoomed, right toward the truck and all of its noise. Loa pages: The dog kept digging at the engine, trying to shut off the horn. The other dog just kept howling at the top of its lungs, attempting to possibly mask the sound of the horn? And then... another sound starts to become more obvious from the line of ghosts. A little boy, crying, and he's covered in thick, black blood all over his little body. Loa dropped Spectral Woman.
The female of the two specters went straight for the truck. Her claws slashed into it, cutting through the covering left over the engine compartment, and started sheering through metal deep into the guts of what made the truck once move and roar. After two slices, the sound of the horn mercifully died out completely and all that could be heard was the terror of humanity fleeing and the horrible tearing and screaming of metal as it was ripped apart.
The little boy is still running down the line of ghosts as fast as his tiny, broken, and blood soaked legs could carry him. Which is surprisingly fast. The line of ghosts leading up to their point of jump off into the beyond is reacting to the screaming specters terribly. Some of them are fading in and out of visibility, some just literally vanish. Some fall down and cover themselves around the head and neck with their arms, as if protecting themselves. You can tell the ghosts that are really far gone as they literally just stand in line like nothing's happening. The pup in the engine let out a sharp whine and was suddenly out of the engine compartment, favoring the hell out of its right front leg, and then limping toward the back of the truck where the other, now silent, spectral dog sits. Fiona nods a couple of times in response to Grace when the other woman tries to keep Fiona from freaking out. But there's only so much that can be done, honestly. She stares in horror for a moment, then breathes a sigh of relief as Rick is dragged out by Heath when the truck starts to get ripped to pieces. That's all the warning she needs, because she's a lot more fragile than steel. She turns, but has the presence of mind to grab her bag and blanket, before running toward the path that will take her to the street where her car is parked. "Come on, you guys!" she says earnestly over her shoulder, but, sorry friends, she keeps running, whether they join her or not.
The Female of the two continued to tear at the truck, her arms finally slowing as she managed to rip the entire engine from the center, causing it to drop to the ground. Ladies and gentlemen, the truck is Dead.
Loa pages: The little boy continues to run, and the spectral dogs have started to trot off toward him, though the one is still limping, dripping black-blood stuff behind him that fades away to nothing after a few seconds on the ground. Rick gets up and looks around, wincing a little as he glances quickly to his shoulder that he will probably need to wrap up at some point. But not right now. Right now, he turns...and starts to run toward the bluff. For whatever reason. "Hey!" he calls, at nothing that is apparent to anyone here. "Hey, buddy! Wait a sec!" He grimaces as he pushes a little harder, willing himself to go faster. As he runs, he speaks -- or tries to. It's a little gasping at this point. "I know you want to go, I get that! Everything's gonna be okay! Just wait one sec, yeah?"
The female that Aurelie had called to so surely lifted her head, her gruesome mouth opening wider as it spread into a disastrous imitation of a smile. Then she moved, closing the distance between herself and Aurelie with shocking speed. She quite obviously wanted not only Aurelie, but what was IN her, and the best way to get in was Through. As she attempted to slice her way into the softer, sacred bits of the White Court Vampire, Aurelie's brazen blood kept her safe, moving the Raith away from the Wraith with enough speed to make it look like she was taunting the spirit.
Loa pages: The poor little broken child continued to scramble, though it was obvious that his efforts were tremendous and took their toll. He looked up at the approaching Rick and sobbed softly. "If I don't go, they won't stop... they just keep taking me back to that place, all the time. I want to move on. I want to go..." And he just kept moving, crawling now, leaving a thick, black trail behind him from where he'd sustained such horrendous injuries. Aurelie coyly ducks out of the way of the female wraiths hungry onslaught, her body moving with inhuman speed and agility. "Now now, here? In front of everyone? I know you want me, but honestly, doesn't delayed gratification make it all the sweeter?" The smoky sweetness in Aurelie's voice intensified, as did the effervescent champagne glow emanating from her. All of the green in her eyes had drained away to be a vivid silver to bright as to almost look white. "Let's dance a little, first - I know all the steps, do you, Lover?"
Loa pages: As Rick picked up the broken boy, it was obvious the child was in pain, but he offered an utterly beautiful smile up to the man as he was carried to the edge. And then, he just nodded, his lips a delicate arc of peace as he closed his eyes. As he hit the horizon, after Rick threw him, the little boy vanished in a flash of green light, bright and pure, and was no more. Aurelie smacks her scarlet-painted lips as her "dance partner" fades away into the puddle of goo. "Done already, Lover? I hate it when they don't have the stamina to last." But the hungry grin settled across her radiant face suggests she may not be as disappointed as she says. "You move well," she tells Grace, tipping a playful wink before hiding her eyes behind her rose colored glasses once more. "What I could see, at least, was an absolute pleasure to watch." The blonde stretches sinuously, the length of her bikini clad body glistening with a touch of sweat from the evening's exertions, and the cause of that strange glow. Surely. Picking up her throw from the ground, she slings it around her waist and knots it at the hip, sashaying her way towards Rick. "Who was that?" she asks, canting her head towards the edge that he threw...nothing...over. "Oh, Heath...that was hot." She smiles that smoky smile and scrolls through the selfies on her phone. "Well, well...new followers in Waikiki. That's convenient." Her smile has just a little bit too much tooth to be wholesome.
"Nice job, Cherry Ice," he says once he arrives, and he does manage a smile toward Aurelie, before his gaze shifts toward Heath. "Thanks for before, man," he adds. "Don't worry about doing anything else." Not that he would! But it bears mentioning. He gives a nod toward Grace, too, before he starts to gather up whatever he can of the wraiths in a pouch made from his shirt -- it's not much at this point, but it's something. Once he's done that, he turns around again, starting toward the bluff one more time. It's a lot slower going this time around, but he'll probably make it.
Rick's approach drew Grace's attention and her eyes widened slightly, but she simply swallowed and nodded. "Yes. I need to leave." She bowed graciously to the others, then turned to walk away. The fact she was still in just a purple swimsuit while heading back to pick up her backpack, shoes, and cover up didn't seem to have any effect on the entirely composed way she moved. |