Turtle Bay is one of the last undeveloped areas of Oahu, and this little corner of it is so pristine it hardly looks like humans have set foot here. Nestled between two tall rocky outcroppings, this small, sheltered bay is a peaceful, quiet getaway that is almost entirely hidden from the larger beach. A wide ring of plastic tape on small metal spikes marks off an area of disturbed sand, with signs at all sides reading "DO NOT DISTURB. SEA TURTLE EGGS HATCHING." Beyond the golden sandy beachfront, a thick tangle of forest comes right up to the sand's edge.
A female scientist is working inside the taped off-ring, huddled over a small mound of sand and bobbing her head to the electronic dance music she has playing somewhere in the background. Her lips move softly to the lyrics of the auto-tuned voice. She's dressed in a pair of hiking boots, cargo shorts, and a t-shirt proclaiming her to be part of a Turtle Conservation Outfit. The overwhelming effect is all very beige.
Aksel moved quietly along the sand, having made the hike here from the road to take a look at the protected area, taking the time to get away from his usual haunts and embrace more of Oahu. Dressed in light khaki pants and a faded looking windbreaker, he had a simple white t-shirt underneath and a good pair of shoes on his feet. His hair was covered by a wide brimmed hat to keep out the wind and sun, and a small bag was slung over one shoulder, bulging slightly with snacks and drinks. When he approached the ring of spikes he stopped, stepping back a ways closer to the treeline and waving to the woman warmly. "Aloha. Do you mind if I watch to see if anything happens? It's my first time trying."
There's lots of crowds to go about in the more obviously touristy areas of Oahu. Not a lot of them blend very well for someone who has come to the land to seek some manner of new peace for himself. That being, in this case, Carver, who frankly has had quite *enough* of all the crowds he has to wade through in Honolulu and the surrounding resorts proper. So there's walking. Much walking, in fact. He just headed out to walk without any proper direction and... didn't stop.
And this leads him here, then, padding through the bay, decked out in shorts and a tank top, with a pair of dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes. Or, well. Eye. Not that one can really tell that his left eye is constantly closed with the shades in the way without getting right in his face to look.
The sound of the electronic music over that-away makes him pause, though-- more so than the signs warning about the turtle eggs, at that. Not really quite what he expected this way.
Lola is lingering atop the nearest rocky outcropping. Tonight she's white and purple and, seemingly always matched with it, clad in the not so covering crop top and cutoffs. Why and how she came to be there is a good question, but she's been there for a little while. She's relaxing, legs extended along the edge of her perch, leaned back against propped up arms. Simply watching the water and generally ignoring the nests and the beige little woman working near them, enjoying a quiet moment this evening. Or perhaps waiting for someone? If so, she does so without concern.
Isaac steps over the rise, shielding his eyes with one hand as he regards the scene below. He's dressed in his best 'trekking' gear, a light covered wind-proof jacket covers his top, a military looking item with pockets and zips everywhere. The jacket is open, revealing a form fitting grey t-shirt underneath, a logo from an ammunition company over the left breast. Beige combat trousers, multi pocketed and with various zips are held up by a black combat belt, various small pouches are slung around the belt with two bigger pouches, one at the side and one at the back. His desert combat boots finish off the ensemble, giving him something of a rugged look, something only added to by the three day shadow on his chin.
Volya sat in the sand, staring through the darkest to watch the scientist/conservationist moved about the nesting area. The woman wear a faint smile, wrapped up in a black and tan Baja hoodie, cargo shorts, and the pointed tips of her weathered cowgirl boots danced up and down to the beat of the electronic music that played somewhere. Volya start humming along and vocalizing without knowing the words. Her blue eyes narrowed, and she waved a sleeve covered hand to Isaac, her smile widening.
Wren, in a rare moment, was nowhere near his farm this evening. He did look happy and relaxed as he walked along the beach with a loose gait, entirely at ease with the world. Perhaps he'd come to specifically see the turtles that were set to hatch, perhaps he was there after some afternoon fun in the sun, but either way, he ended up near the cordoned off area and offered the scientist at work a wholesome smile that spoke of respect and admiration. He's dressed in a pair of knee length board shorts in a rich, dark blue with bright blue cord tying them off at the waist. His Hawaiian shirt he'd been wearing was currently stuffed into the back of his waistband, leaving his upper body without covering for the tanned, thickly layered muscle that marked his torso. Hours on the farm working had left some obviously deeper tans into his arms and up to a line where a Tshirt might have blocked the sun, but no so much so that it was horrendously noticeable.
Wren gave a greeting as he got closer to the Scientist, "Aloha ahiahi, miss. I'm really impressed with how well you guys have been watching out for the little ones the last few years. I can't wait to see these ones climb out." He nodded to the woman in beige and then looked over at Aksel with a smile of recognition. "Mister Aksel, right? Aloha ahiahi, brah. Are you here to see if you can get lucky and catch the little ones getting free tonight, too?" Reaching into his pocket, Wren pulled a bottle of water and then took a couple of quick swallows from it, eyes scanning the mount of sand that had been protectively separated. When he spotted Volya waving to Isaac, Wren offered her a wide, bright grin and lifted his hand to offer her a wave, obviously unsure if she was waving at him or at Isaac, but either way, he seemed pleased to see the hippy.
The few fluffy clouds in the sky begin to intensify over the bay, shadowing the entire hidden beach from the bright moonlight. The soft thump-thump-thumping dance music is suddenly rudely overshadowed by the sound of a speedboat ripping its way through the water from the west. The scientist smiles up at Aksel and nods in the affirmative, continuing her soft electronica lullaby. She brings a finger to her lips, canting her head down towards the hatchery. At the sight of the speedboat, the singing scientist smiles even more broadly. The smile she turns to greet Wren with is positively beaming, and she nods, her excitement all over her face but not enough to stop her singing.
A sudden crash of eldritch green lightning pierces the surface of the sea and stirs the waters into a churning turquoise roil. The moon is completely shut out by black clouds shot through with spears of that eerie green lightning. The speedboat is wrenched from its pathway as the bay becomes a furious whirlpool that would make even Charybdis blush. As the prow of the boat is sucked beneath the waves, a man's screaming is heard, then replaced by a sick gurgling. As pieces of the speedboat float up to the surface, the green lightning begins to subside and the water turns red.
The singing so-called scientist finally finishes her song. "Do enjoy the /hatching/," she offers in a sing-song voice before cutting the tape and vanishing into a rift in reality.
Aksel smiled at the woman, nodding and raising a hand as she shushed him. Spotting a few familiar faces he gave a wave to Volya and Lola, smiling as he saw them both. Isaac and Carver, new faces to him both got a nod. When the sky crashed and turned dark he frowned, swearing to himself and then quite out loud. "Oh shit! Not this again!" His eyes widened, and he moved forwards right as the woman disappeared, leaving him blinking and swearing. "Oh for... that's just dirty pool you bitch." He looked around, headed back for Wren and putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "So remember the last time we saw turtles and then things went totally cockeyed? Well this is going to be a similar turtle viewing if we don't figure out how to stop it." He pointed up at the sky. "And I will bet a thousand dollars and a sandwich we just saw someone get murdered."
"The fu--" All things considered, Carver's reaction to this turn of... *everything* is probably not all that unexpected. The sudden flash initially causes him to bring his arm up to shield his face instinctively (along with some very unfortunate memories, but never mind those for now) and behind the sunglasses, his one eye widens out at the red-turning whirlpool. Oh *good*. "...Oy," he lets out, voice loud enough for the people - unfamiliar to him as they are - to hear. "Tell me I didn't just imagine the woman there." He hasn't quite realized, but his hands have ended up clenching into tight fists, while other muscles through him have locked up-- a slight tremble runs through him.
Lola crinkles her nose and sighs, a sigh of the long suffering. "So noisy." Murmured to herself before she gets up from her lounging spot. She starts to make her way around to come down to the sand. It might take her a minute two to work her way all the way around. She never gets there, the sudden eruption of.. something, stopping her cold. Her head snaps up to eye the green, then whips down towards the woman she hadn't paid attention to before. Her eyes narrow and the woman is gone. "She wasn't one of them," she murmurs before eyeing the beach. The empty beach, as if something were there.
Isaac smiles and returns the wave to Volya, heading down from the rise to where she is sitting. "So, uh...what's going on? Something to do with the eggs?" He listens as Wren approaches and then gets his explanation. "Ah okay, that sounds cool. Are they a protected species?" He gestures with a hand to the scientist who is loitering nearby. As the weather gets colder, Isaac pulls up the collar of his jacket, the young man starting to regret not bringing a scarf. Then...it all goes a bit wrong. As the light goes all green, Isaac ducks down, his eyes darting left and right as he tries to figure out what is going on...then the scientist disappears. "Okay, that wasn't right. She just...disappeared." Idly, his right hand pats his right thigh, something of a reassuring action it seems.
Volya offered the same sleeve covered wave to Aksel and Wren as she hopped up to her feet. Green clouds and sky had Volya pulling back her hood, shaking out her tangles of sandy blonde hair. "This must register on an emotional level..." The rip in reality as the scientist stepped through caused her eyebrow to raise. "Please tell me it's faeries. It's a much easier problem to deal with, especially when it's black... Oily..." A giggle slipped out of her, "I am so high right now..." A slow smile formed and she started walking towards the rift and if necessary the trees beyond to find her way to the Nevernever.
Follow Volya's adventure in the Nevernever here!
Wren was smiling, ready to talk to the obviously happy scientist, then his smile slipped a bit as the woman he'd been talking to a moment before was just... well. Gone. "Oh that's never something you want to have happen on a lovely evening out." Glancing back to Isaac, Wren nodded a bit, offering him a smile. "Aloha ahiahi, sir. And it looks like they've marked off the area for the little turtles to come out of their eggs, then make it down the beach to the water. Very protected, very much a rare thing to see. But now... I'm not honestly sure what's going on."
Looking up at the green flash that caught his attention, Wren narrowed his eyes a bit. "If I were a superstitious man I might be worried we were about to get taken away to Oz." And then there was Aksel clapping his hand onto Wren's shoulder, to which Wren responded with a similarly placed hand onto Aksel's shoulder, the taller man looking down at Aksel intently with bright blue eyes. "Well then, let's make sure Conni doesn't beat on any of the turtles. And watch out for any huge bugs." His eyes left Aksel's face but he left his hand on the man's shoulder and squeezed somewhat reassuringly as he scanned the area around them, looking for giant bugs. "Volya, you alright over there?"
The disturbed sand inside the circle begins to shift, and the tip of a shark-toothed club carves its way free of the sand. 26 desiccated fingers dig their way up through the loose earth and two ancient warriors emerge, still wearing the tattered remnants of their battle loincloth and wielding their hook-shaped shark-toothed clubs. Dozens more fingers continue to dig at the sand.
Aksel nodded, looking back in growing horror as the bodies started to emerge. "Oh god there's a couple dozen of them too. Some of them are staying behind but most want out!" He looked back to Wren, shaking his head. "I got nothing man. I have no clue what to do about this!" He called out. "Does anyone? More are coming!" He might have looked like a bit of a loon, flapping his arms like that, then stopping to gape as Volya started to head for the portal. "Holy shit is she going to go through?" He frantically looked about, noting the others. "Anyone got a clue? I'll take half a one!" His eyes fell on Isaac's movement and something seemed to relax slightly in him. He waved the man over, eyes wide.
"...Oi." And this is where Carver starts backing up, slowly. Away from the eggs. Away from the zombies digging their way up from the sand. More towards the gathering of... well, quite literally everyone else (save Volya who is walking rift-wards see). "This isn't some kind of show, is it?" he growls out. "Some elaborate theater display? I don't suppose I could be that lucky?"
"The dead are being defiled, like before," Lola states, seeming quite certain of that. "They don't want to rise. They're being forced. By the woman who vanished, likely." She remains a bit distant on her perch, her expression a mask of displeasure. "They want their rest. But they're being denied." Crazy talk to some, perhaps. But she says this with a calm voice. If one edged with distaste for what she's seeing.
"Good evening and thank you for the explanation!" Isaac smiles to Wren and then turns his attention back to the oddness. At hearing what Volya has to say, his face pales. "Please, not Faeries, anything but Faeries." Letting out a long sigh, Isaac does his best to compose himself, although that is helped when bony fingers starts clawing through the sand. "Huh, Zombies. Excellent!" Turning, he watches as Volya starts to walk towards the rift. "Volya? Volya honey. Is that a good idea." Thinking that she must be out of her gourd, he follows after her, unzipping a pocket in his trousers and pulling out a semi-automatic pistol, all black and composite materials. "Volya? Zombies?" As if to emphasize the point, Isaac lets out a round into the head of the nearest zombie as it starts to crawl from the sand, the report from the gunshot echoing across the beach. "See! Shot it in the head and it's still moving!"
Volya sort of leaned away from the fingers of death working their way through the sand, humming a worried sound. "Am I fine? I'm going to put this in the department of no for the time being... Maybe I'll be back to see the turtles hatch?" She glanced at Isaac, "In the realm of things, isn't the known better?" Her nervous laughter continued until the pistol started barking and she yelped, breaking into a run and hauling at full speed to dive into the rift into the Nevernever.
Wren grunted sharply as he saw undead crawling their way out from the earth. "I can only think of what I've seen in movies, and I don't know how applicable that is. But I can't imagine miss Lola's all that wrong with the idea that the dead don't like being brought up." He looked around, surprise registering in his eyes as he saw Isaac pull out a gun and take a shot. Then, after what seemed like moments of finding nothing, Wren found what he was looking for. Stepping away from Aksel, Wren managed to move over directly to a huge rock, something that looked like it might weigh more than some of the people here on the beach. He knelt down, put his arms around the rock, and lifted it like a power lifter, with nothing but a grunt of effort. "Come on, buddy, you're joining the cause." His legs carried him in wide steps back towards the disturbed sand where fingers and clubs were being birthed from the earth. "Hey man, have you got another gun?" Hope was obvious in Wren's voice as he prepared to throw the rock at a zombie, though worry then colored his tone when he called out. "Volya! NO! Don't go in there alone!" He didn't drop the rock, though, and he didn't leave, having to deal with the immediate threat first.
The second zombie who crawls out of the hole is greeted by a bullet to the head. The undead warrior corpse doesn't even look phased, but instead turns his eyeless laser focus onto Isaac. Bobbing and weaving, the corpse in the loincloth charges Isaac and slashes low across the back of the man's thighs, going for a hamstring with the shark-teeth serration on his club.
The first zombie hesitates and is still a long moment, until it turns towards Lola, taking a vicious slash at the purple and white haired woman but whiffing as she nimbly dodges away.
When Isaac drew his pistol Aksel nodded, yelling out. "Ha! Thank yoooou!" He was about to go for his own when the zombie the man had shot came up after him and he shook his head. "Shit no. Can't shoot a man before I introduce myself." His eyes widened and he cut off the shout for useless Volya dove through the hole, though he looked at it almost wistfully. "Damn. Maybe if there weren't GODDAMN ZOMBIES IN THE WAY! YOU SHIT HEADS!" He charged for them, reaching both hands into his windbreaker. Seconds later two nasty looking sticks with reinforced heads hit the sand. "Up for grabs!" He bounded forwards, producing two fat bellied knives that slashed out at Isaac's attacker, only to find both rebuffed by the skill of an ancient warrior. "Dammit pal! We're trying to help you! A clue would be nice!"
Truth be told, as many horrors as Carver has seen prior to coming to Oahu, none of it was quite anything like this. More mundane. More human. No zombies, certainly. His heart pounds within his chest with anxiety and uncertainty while he watches them shamble about, watches one of them draw blood from Isaac.
And then something clicks in him.
Sand spills about from underneath his feet when he suddenly pounces into motion, running across the batons Aksel sent flying out, and after he grabs and pulls one from within the sands, he immediately sends himself spinning in the same motion, and with a much more animalistic growl of a sound that borders on a *roar*, the baton arcs up high and down again, for the head of the second zombie-- Only for it to be intercepted by the toothy club, smacking *hard* into it with the kind of force that resounds through the area with a heavy, blunt sound of the two objects impacting into each other.
Lola jerks back when one of the dead turns towards her. "Goddamn it.. I don't want to.." Her through is interrupted when she gets swiped at. The woman diving to the side. It's a quick, but untrained maneuver. She rolls into a lithe little crouch to one side. "Fuck, fine.." Her voice filled with ire as she lets her head drop. Almost as if she nods off in an instant. And a moment later her head snaps back up. The color of her hair ripples as she snaps her head upward, purple and white fading smoothly into red and black. The prior calm expression she wore replaced with a feral leer. "Yeah, run and hide, bitch. Leave the fun to me," Lola rumbles throatily. As the first creature is still squared up on her, she pivots and puts all of her force behind a sweep kick right at the knee level. A solid slam that hits a tender spot. She snaps up and back after the hit, punching her first into the air. "No mercy! Cobra Kai sweeps the leg, motherfucker!" Her eyes alive with a base pleasure.
"Well yes but ummm..." Isaac looks over Wren, noting his physique and the clothes he is wearing. "Okay, please, please, please don't do anything silly with it. I'm following Volya and I'll need my other gun for that anyway, this one won't hurt Fae quite so much." Twirling the gun in one hand, he offers it stock first to Wren and then, reaching into a pocket, he pulls out two magazines which he also hands over. "Give them hell!" He is about to speak again when the zombie he shot decides to get its own back, landing Isaac a blow across the legs which thankfully doesn't get through the cloth. "Shoot this one first!" Isaac offers and then charges towards where the rift once was. "Great, now how does this work again?" He asks the question of himself, his right hand idly drumming fingers against his leg until it comes to him. "Oh yeah!" With that, Isaac fades out from view.
Follow Isaac's adventures in the Nevernever here!
Wren's grip on his large rock was sure, and he seemed to be waiting for just the right moment. Of course, one of the Zombies lost its footing due to the sweep of its legs by Lola. With a grunt of sheer force, Wren pushed the rock forward, muscles tightening into ropes of pure aggression. The rock launched itself forward at the Zombie and slammed into its face, crushing bone as it did so. Once he'd loosed his first attack, Wren accepted the gun and magazines from Isaac, nodding to him only once as he did so. "Hurry and get her." And the clips were tucked into his waistband. Wren was now ready to shoot the shit out of some Zombies.
The zombie that was shot in the head has locked his club with Aksel's knives, parrying the man's attack. The Koa warrior breaks free and takes a massive swing of his shark-toothed club at the knife-wielding man, but Aksel knocks away the blow.
The other zombie, still reeling from having his leg swept out from under him, takes a massive hit from Wren's boulder. It spins and charges at Carver, striking from on high with his club and bringing it down hard against the man's head, shattering his sunglasses and leaving bloody tooth marks in its wake.
The digging fingers in the pit have made progress with their work, and another figure rises from the sand. This one wears an elaborate headdress and cloak over his loincloth, and several necklaces made from teeth and bones. More fingers scramble at dirt as the Koa Shaman sets foot on solid ground.
Aksel stared as Isaac went through, disappearing through a portal. Muttering to himself, he swore and threw off the attack at him. "Oh hell what's going on there?!" Dealing with the thing alone Aksel pressed his foe, using one knife to knock the sword club up high, the other coming around to slash into the zombie's neck, trying to sever through it's spinal column. He passed to the other side of it, still moving and spun around, ready for another round. "I really hate it when people fuck around with the dead..."
Lola stiffens for a moment, her hair color shimmering again. Hints of white and purple flickering before she grunts and the color shifts stop. "No fucking way, I'm driving now," she growls, growing angry suddenly. Anger she vents on the nearest something. Beleaguered risen corpse number one. Legs are fun. You can make a game out of seeing just how much you can fuck them up without breaking them. And Lola seems focused on playing that little game, snapping her foot at it's leg again, smashing her heel at its knee. It's a righteous smash and there is a sick, wet pop as something goes out of place, unbalancing the thing. It would have to be glad it couldn't feel pain, because that had to hurt. "I love that sound," she purrs huskily.
Carver's sunglasses go flying off in several pieces with fragments of the shaded glass flying off into different directions-- and some sticking into Carver's own face at that. Behind them, the sight of Carver's own head knocked to the side, with blood going spilling down along his left eye. It's probably closed because of the pain and the blood spilling there, right? Right? Totally.
In the very next instant, however-- his right eye snaps towards them, and something positively *lights up* within. His free hand sweeps over to grab at the zombie's head after sidestepping around the offending arm holding the spiked club and yanks it downwards-- for the baton in his other hand, lifted high, to come down upon it hard. *THUNK* the reinforced point of it goes against the undead thing, visibly caving in the top of of it's head. If it wasn't already dead, that would most definitely *hurt*.
The shaman takes to land in time to see his warriors taking a savage beating. The man raises his hands to the sky and chants, and the ocean responds in kind. A lash of ocean water slashes out at Wren, ripping across the man's face.
Wren winced slightly as he took the slap of water to the face, though the man really didn't look like it had done a thing to him, and he didn't move otherwise. Instead, he tilted his head to the side and spoke in a gravely voice. "Now that was just rude." Taking the Glock, he aimed it forward with a sure, steady arm at the Zombie he'd tossed the rock at, and fired a round clean through it, blowing out the back of its fractured skull. The thing crumbled to the ground, dead, and Wren turned his gaze solidly back to the Shaman with the flowy water-works. "Don't worry, you can all go back to bed and be less cranky soon enough."
As his comrade crumbles to the earth, the zombie with the gunshot hole in his head remains locked in close combat with Aksel. The Koa warrior ducks low and sweeps up at the man's hip, the teeth cutting deep where they connect.
Still locked in combat, Aksel watched as one of the warriors was put down, wincing at the necessity of it but breathing a sight of relief as he went down. Struggling, he tried to get a good view of the Shaman, calling out to him, pausing only slightly as the club of his foe smacked him hard in the face. He spoke in Hawaiian, though his pronunciation wasn't necessarily the best. "Revered ancient we mean you no harm! We are not your enemy! Please! Tell us what we can dooof! Do to lay you to rest!"
The zombie before Carver falls. The fact that he wasn't the one to fully bring the thing down doesn't really matter. The fact that this is all so strange and foreign to him - especially the shaman magically guiding water - doesn't matter either. There's no thought in his mind to even really process any of it. Just the thrum of his heart, the adrenaline -- and the fire of the God of War in his blood.
There's not even so much as a millisecond of a pause in him before the baton in his hand is dropped and the toothed club the zombie dropped is kicked up to replace that weapon, and to him charging for the undead shaman. The club goes high and to the side, and is brought swinging with the wildest of forces he can manage from within to smash into the thing's side. Several ribs probably crack, if not the spine. And it all comes with another bestial roar of a battle-cry in the fits of that haze of combat. And still, without any pause, he's bouncing to the side and around the thing, scrambling to re-position himself to a blind spot where the sudden stream of water it sends as a counter-attack cannot reach him.
To think this is what he was trying to leave behind by coming here.
Lola sees the first creature is on it's last legs.. almost literally. So her attention turns from it. Letting the others finish it off. A fresh target is still up and she's eager to do a little more forceful leg surgery. Seeing the nasty caster ting is not as caved in as the others, she turns her attention to it. "Your legs.. I want them!" She sprints at the thing, her hair flowing behind her as she arrows at the thing and leaps, coming down at it's knee heel first. Slamming into it with enough force for another wet pop. Another knee painfully dislocated. "Oh baby!" she coos roughly, hopping back a few steps after.
The Shaman is unable to even register Aksel's attempts to communicate. Sadly, nobody is home except whoever is driving, and they're doing it by remote. Raising his hands over his head again, the Koa Shaman begins a new chant, and the water that rises this time creates a swirling vortex of entropic energy - all leveled at Carver. When he dodges, the tree behind Carver disintegrates into cellulose dust - its atoms ripped apart from inside.
Wren noted that Aksel had his zombie well in hand, so much so that he was able to simply hold him off while he chatted with the uncommunicative Zombie Shaman. So, he brought the borrowed gun around to aim directly at the Shaman, and pulled the trigger. The report of gunfire was sharp, as it had been the first time he fired the gun, and again it hit a zombie directly where it ought to. The bullet bit into its skull and proceeded to rattle around, making loose morsels of whatever fleshy bits were left inside the hollow cavern of bone.
The club-wielding zombie sees his shaman undergoing an assault from three sides, and leaves Aksel to charge at the black and red haired Lola, who took out his Shaman's knee. The creature leaps and raises his club high, slamming it down into the sand remaining when the woman nimbly dodges away.
Aksel rubbed his jaw as he recovered from the blow from the zombie, watching as it turned away with a look of incredulity. "Hey! That's just rude! Come back here!" He went lopping after the zombie, leaping on it with both knives extended. They flashed and moved, knocking aside a skilled attempt to parry before slashing at arms and legs and midsection, unraveling the zombie even as it staggered on. "Stop already! D... Re-die with dignity dammit!"
Gunshots. Yelling. Water magic. Heartbeat thrum. Everything gets drowned out in Carver's mind, before the current focus-- the fight and fight alone. Taking advantage of the shaman's broken knee, Carver suddenly sweeps his own foot into the offended leg and pushes at the thing's shoulder with his free hand to send it falling down onto it's back. That hardly does much to it though besides that, mind you-- but without stopping, he continues moving, spinning around and curving the spiky club around, up and then down again-- straight into the shaman's head. Smashing the thing between the ground and the weapon, and all but obliterating the rotten head from existence altogether in an explosion of meat and bones alike. Good thing the tide's there to wash it away eventually, one guesses.
Lola catches the second creature coming at her, twisting around, then throwing herself to the side in a timed roll. "Nice try, but you'll never make it in Cobra Kai with those moves!" She points at Carver. "He's got it, though." She takes on a bastardized fighting stance belonging to no school. "Strike first!" She punches to one side. "Strike hard!" To the other side. "No mercy!" And she just forward heel smashes the second warrior's knee, this time getting a wet crunch. She hops back, bouncing in her movie martial arts stance. "Let's see that crane kick now, Daniel-san!" She must like that movie. And Cobra Kai. Weren't they the bad guys?
Wren watched as the Shaman was taken down and nodded to himself. His sights turned to the last zombie that Aksel had been handling, and he smiled as the knees were knocked out from under that one as well. "Mahalo, Ma'am. Lining them up and knocking them down." The Glock in his hand was turned and aimed, and he spoke quietly before he pulled the trigger. "Aloha, o'e." And then the gun went off, another loud 'BANG' into the night as the bullet flew true and struck the head of the last of the three. The back of it's skull blew out, followed by the rest of its connected bone plates crumbling down into the empty cavern that they once protected. The last zombie dropped to the ground, slumped in a useless pile of bones and time-eaten sinew, before Wren took a slow breath and lowered the weapon. His gun-use was easy and comfortable as he switched the safety on and kept the muzzle down to the ground. Watchful eyes scanned the beach a moment, then looked over those still left around the supposed turtle hatching area. "Everyone alright?"
The tide does start rolling in, bringing with it pieces of shattered speedboat, and the waterlogged body of a young man. He was torn up all over, with deep gouges and his head nearly taken clean off. About 50 meters away from the pit where the ancient Koa warriors lay, the sand began to shift and displace. Tiny figures, black in the dim light, began to poke their heads through the sand.
Aksel stepped back at sound of the final gunshot, the zombie in front of him falling with a thud to the ground. He nodded slowly, keeping his knives in either hand as he prodded it with a foot. "Oh well thank ten hells that's over." He looked to Wren and grinned. "Nice shooting." Carver got an appreciative nod, and something of a cautious glance. "Looks like I'm going to have to up my game a bit around you guys. I'm alright. The rest of you? Lola? You uh... I get the feeling you're doing pretty well." He eyed her hair and the brutally shattered knees of the zombies. When the tide rolled the body in he swore, carefully padding down to the beach, his knives going back under his windbreaker as he put a finger to the man's throat, checking for a pulse. "Shit... victim number two."
In the meantime, Carver has turned the club pointing downwards to press it down into the sandy ground, and lean himself against it with a few panting breaths -- not so much from physical exhaustion, but the sheer measure of adrenaline and... well. All the mental impulses. His right eye snaps back and forth from side to side to take in the surroundings, the carnage left behind, the body washed over... and despite all of his furious measures just now, he still has the sense to ask now, "...The *fuck* is this?"
Aksel stayed crouched besides the man, eventually fishing into a pocket to take out two coins and leaving them nearby. "To pay your way pal." He looked up to the other three still on the beach. "This... is a murder investigation. Multiple murders, the weapon being freak occurrences with weather and on the ocean. Second one I've seen with my own eyes." He reached into the man's back pocket, checking his wallet quickly and snagging a slightly damp business card from it. "These guys are trying to buy up restaurants and bars on the island. Someone's killing them." He walked back up to the beach, reclaiming his sticks from the sand and slipping them back into whatever the hell he was wearing under that dammed jacket. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a few business cards of his own, passing them around. "I really need to follow up on this like yesterday, but here's the number for my answering service. We could use the help." He smiled broadly, looking to Wren as he started heading off. "And hey. When you give that guy his gun back pass along my number would you? Thanks!" He hustled off, doing his best to make good time on the sand.
"I feel fucking awesome," Lola tells Aksel with a broad grin. She twitches and turns her head slightly, as if hearing something. That no one else can hear. Nothing is there. She sighs, a long suffering sound. "Fine... the fun is over now anyway." Her head dips slightly, then rises again. Her hair color shimmers again, red and black fading smoothly into purple and white. Her demeanor calming, though she seems somewhat irritated. Her gruff voice normal again. What is this? "The dead want to be put back," she tells the boys who remain. She indicates the fallen bodies that were animate just before. "Their spirits won't go on until their bodies are where they belong again." Calm, well ordered words compared to the wind shouting before. "They didn't choose to rise. They were forced."
Wren shook his head and smiled slightly to Aksel. "I have practice with smaller and more mobile things than... well. The Dead, usually." He frowned a touch as he looked back at the dead man that had floated up to the shore, then looked over at Carver and shrugged slightly. "I have no idea, I was here for the turtles, but these things can't have been good news for anyone. And Aksel seems to think that it was all part of that guy over there dying." He motioned with his free hand, to the dead body. "Oh, I'm Wren, by the way, for any of you that don't know me."
Wren nodded to Carver and then Lola, before his attention turned back to the ground and he tensed, starting to bring the gun forward, until he saw the little black figures popping their heads up. "Oh, Mahalo i na akua, the turtles, they're ok." His face lit up with a slow, brilliant smile for the little creatures. When Aksel made his way to leave, he gave that smile to him. "I'll be sure to pass it along, Aksel. Go safely, and I'll make sure to call the police in as well, we need to report the body as soon as possible."
Wren turned a thoughtful frown to the undead they'd returned to stillness. "Though I'm not sure if we should tell them about those or not, and I'm pretty sure I should go try to find Vee and the guy that lent me his gun before I make this place too filled with swarming boys in blue. The theology of the island is to just bury the bones where they lay, or we disturb the dead in their afterlife. So she's right." He motioned to Lola with his empty hand. "Let's cover them up, at least, before we do anything else. Just be careful of the baby turtles."
The tiny turtles struggled over sand ridges and valiantly surmounted pebbles to make their way into the ocean. Dozens of tiny forms left the safety of the warm beach to make their first swim. Eventually, only one extra tiny little turtle remains, struggling to find his way to the water but getting turned around by a rock.
"Fuck-- what the fuck, seriously?" growls Carver under his breath over the explanations provided. It seems he's having some difficulty processing all that. Especially with all the adrenaline still actively pumping through him. Slowly, he wipes one hand along the left side of his face to try and get some of the blood off there, but that doesn't really seem to be bothering him *that* much. "Ghosts or undead or whatever, lightning..." Mumbling now. Babbling to himself.
Lola seems to care little about the little turtles. "The pit will do, here they came from. Put them with their fellows. And that will end it for them." She motions with her hand to the empty air near the bodies. "They're waiting now." She looks at Carver, frowning a little. She walks up to him and gives him a firm look. "The point is simple." She motions towards the fallen bodies. "They need to go back in the ground. Period. Will you do that?"
Wren nodded and looked at Lola with a motion of his hand. "Then let's get to it. Many hands make much lighter work. And it sounds like you'll be able to tell us when they're covered enough for them to be happy with it." He made a wide berth around the turtles as he walked over towards the indented sand where the zombies had crawled their way free. Going down to his knees, he tucked the gun into the front waistband of his board shorts. The big man then started using his large hands as shovels to push the sand over the bodies, only moving the arms and legs as little as he could to get them back into the deeper pit.
The snap-twitching of Carver's eye finally stops when Lola comes up to him and makes that simple statement. Slow blink. For a moment, the man frowns, first, but then he mutters out a slightly apprehensive "...Fine," in response to her, now pushing the club over to falling down before he moves to start pushing sand along the pit, instead.
Lola nods to Carver, stepping back to let him rise. As to her, she will help to move the bodies, but she seems to pull back from getting her hands deep into the sand. A hint of prissiness that doesn't fit whatever mad, leg ruining fury she was in before. But she will keep an eye on.. what she can see. Indicating when they're doing right in laying the disturbed dead to rest.
Wren took a moment while he was doing the shoveling of sand and broken zombie bits, blinking to try to refocus himself before he rubbed his hand at the back of his neck. "Man, this place feels like it's just creeping over my back. We need to get moving. I hope everyone that left is alright." He looked around until his eyes caught onto the windbreaker that had floated up to the shore after the dead body. "Huh, Symbiote Financial. Now I have to go look and see if they're one of the groups that put in for Central Oahu areas earlier in the year. We have records of all the town meetings from when we get offers to sell the land used by the farmers." Rolling his shoulders, Wren got back to work, helping to finish up hiding the undead, re-dead, bodies.
The bay returns to its nightly peaceful ebb and flow, the tide leaving bits of wreckage and taking others away. The sand is stained red beneath the waterlogged body, but the tides tug peacefully at his hair and clothes. Overhead, the moon is redder than it looked before, but that could just be the residual low-hanging clouds, with their green tinge. Right?
For the time being otherwise, Carver... stays quiet. Surely there's plenty things going on through his head right now, while he's shoveling sand onto the pit. Only a few of them pleasant. There'll be time for questions and figuring things out later, though-- even if the looks he's giving both Lola and Wren alike through the whole thing are entirely suspicious in nature.
"It's done," Lola says suddenly. The bodies buried again, covered over. "The spirits are back to what they should be." She says this while looking at the empty air. "And we are done." She glances between the two. "And with that I need to go find a proper quiet place to relax." She turns, a hand lifted in a casual wave. "Take this as a lesson. Leave the dead alone. Their time is done." That said, she simply walks away. No questions answered. Past what she's already said, at least.
Wren shook his head. "I don't think any of us planned to bother the dead, Miss." He raised his brows and looked at Carver, letting out a brief, cleansing chuckle to get rid of the rest of his adrenaline. "Well then, tonight is a good night to get scarce, if you want to head out. I'll call the cops and tell them what I found on the beach here, seeing as that man deserves to be handled properly. You can take off, though. I'm going to have to stick around and wait for Vee to get back, and the guy that gave me the gun. I'd feel terrible taking someone's sidearm from them." With that, Wren stood and started wiping the sand off of himself, then pulled his Tshirt out of the back waistband of his shorts before tugging it on over his head.
Once it's all said and done, Carver goes hunting down for the remnants of his sunglasses, first-- only to find them shattered and in pieces. With an annoyed grunt, he does at least make a point of recovering the biggest parts - the frame mostly - and sticking them into his pocket. Wren, on the other hand, gets a wary look again over his words-- though his expression does soften a bit after a few seconds. "...I'd rather not deal with the police this quick to my presence here," he grumbles. "Good luck."
Wren just nodded to Carver and smiled slightly. "Luckily I'm close with most of them, so this won't be so bad on me. You know, if you're looking to make it up to me in any way, I'm always willing to have people give me a day of good work on the farm. Atworth Acres. If you feel like just having a good day's clean work, we're there. Over in Central, not far from the Dole plantation." He motioned toward the center of the Island, then waved to Carver. "Aloha o'e, brah. And take it easy." With that, Wren moved to look at the area where Volya had disappeared, then at the spot where Isaac had. "Man, following people in like this is a terrible idea."
All of a sudden, the doorway through which Volya had disappeared opens onto the turtle hatchery, and Isaac...well, a rather gorgeous female version of Isaac, opens the door and says, "Hello?"
Looking at the doorway warily, Wren raises his brows and finishes pulling down the Tshirt over his torso, the lines of which rested rather smoothly against him. "Aloha, Miss. I don't suppose you've seen a lovely blonde woman about yay tall?" He motioned at a height somewhere around his chest. "And a gentleman with green eyes and brown hair? They went that way not long ago." If Wren had lowered his guard earlier, it was clear it was back up now. His eyes were on the strange woman, though he did have a warm, friendly smile on his mouth.
Volya's voice floats through the door through Reality. ""Hey Wren! I'm still going to build that bee hive, the girls aren't ready to swarming just yet! In or out, dude! Think of the AC!"
Suddenly, as Volya and Isaaca come hurtling through the doorway, the rift between Reality and the Nevernever slams shut and is as seamless as if nothing had ever been there.
Wren's face took on a bemused expression as he heard Volya answer him. He lifted his hand to wave to her slightly, then rubbed that same hand down his face, shaking his head. "Good lord, Vee." When the two of them plopped out of the NeverNever and were back to the real world, Wren moved closer to them, worry on his face. "Uh, OK there's two of you, but where's the guy that gave me the gun? Did he find you in there, Volya? Or is he still in there looking?" He reached out a hand each to Volya and Isaac's female form, smiling to them kindly. "Please allow me to help you two up.
Volya was pulled out the collapsing demesne with a squeal of excitement, spinning to try and stay on her feet to minimum effect, the Summer breeze still dancing about her, now playing in the sand. The woman had apparently took a couple tokes off the Summer crack pipe, because there were streaks of purple and pink through her blonde hair, her eyes were glowing orbs of emerald, and her veins had darkened leaving spidery green lines throughout her skin. "Alright... So that went well." She took Wren's hand and hopped to her feet. "Wren, this is Isaaca, she's shy, but you are a gentleman and I see no reason in the world the two of you can't get along." Her purred with the sheer mischief. "Cinderella does need to be home before a time. Wait!" She hopped and turned, "Zombies?"
"Shy? Okay, yeah." Isaaca lets out a sigh, rather happy to be in the real world once more. "Bit of a long story, well okay, a short story with some gushing orgasms thrown in." Isaaca speaks with a delicate, English accent but is very much dressed in the same was Isaac was not long ago. "Vee has a point, how did it go with the Zombies, I'm assuming they're all taken care of? Oh and you'll have to excuse us both, I think we've both taken a good dose of Summer while we were in 'there'." The last is said with Isaaca hiking a thumb over her shoulder. "Thank you for not running off. I've been silently panicking about handing my gun to a stranger but I'm glad my judgement paid off."
Wren chuckled softly and made sure Volya was alright but let go of her hand before she started hopping around. "The zombies are handled, but now we have a dead body on the beach that needs to be delivered to the police. I was waiting until you guys came back to do that, though, since I didn't think it would be great to have them here if you happened to step back over." Turning his attention to Isaaca, Wren's bemused smile returned and he nodded to him/her, blinking. "It sounds like you had one hell of an adventure... Ma'am?" He reached out a hand to the woman more for the intention of shaking hello this time than helping up. "I'm Wren Atworth, by the way. So you don't feel quite like I'm such a stranger. Three bullets are gone, three zombies are dead and reburied. And watch your feet! The babies have been coming out of their little nest since the zombies were taken care of." He motioned to the ground where little trails were leading the way to the ocean, with tiny little turtles looking black in the evening light were scraping their way along the sand.
Volya narrowed her eyes and looked back to Wren then Isaaca as a grin formed on her lips. "I had a dose of Summer, this is like popping one's neck just right and having a flashback. The gift that keeps on giving. So..." She bellowed, "No excuses!" The cackle that followed sounded more than a little unhinged as it drained her lungs and she finally gasped for breath. "Wren is good people. Strong people. Farm people. He was built to long." She waggled her eyebrows before looking to Wren. "Seriously?" That smile flipped quickly. "Were the police called? The bodies? Fuck that noise." The woman turned, raising her hands in the air as the Summer Breeze chewed the cooler air around her, building into a dust devil that dug at the sand. It was action without the ability to think it through and she screamed with frustration at not having a target. "DAMNIT! Really!?!" The devil collapsed and sand fell to the ground.
Isaaca takes the offered hand, smiling warmly to Wren as she does so. "Pleased to meet you Wren, I'm Isaaca, hopeful Isaac once the sun is up." There is something of an exhausted quality to Isaaca's expression but she seems more than happy to be back. "It was something of an adventure. After I dived in after Vee? I ended up in Jello land. All very odd really, not something I'd look to repeat in a hurry." There is a moments pause and then she adds, "Well, maybe some parts." Coughing to cover her embarrassment, she looks around. "You mentioned a dead body? Is it anyone you know?" Concern now as she looks around. "Are you quite sure you're okay Vee? You look a little erm...trippy?" Isaac asks, quite delicately.
The tides come in and out, gently under the reddish harvest moon. Each flow up onto the land brought a few more pieces of shattered speedboat, and took others back out to the ocean. A young man with blondish hair was very, very dead, washed up on sand now stained red with the blood from numerous lacerations and his head all but taken off. Otherwise, if it weren't for all the blood and the gaping neck wound, he would look almost peaceful, his head tipped back to look at the sky.
Wren smiled to Isaaca and nodded to her. His eyes didn't miss the flush of embarrassment, but Wren was too much a gentleman to point it out. "It's all completely understandable, the other side is never quite... as sane as we like to think this side is. Well, as often as we can, at least. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isaaca and hopeful to be Isaac again." He motioned over to the dead body moving only slightly in the tide. "It's someone from a place called Symbiote Financial, if his jacket is to be believed. I don't know him, but I can check with the Land Board to find out if they're someone that's put in a bid recently. Aksel, one of the other guys that was here earlier, mentioned that this is the third time they've seen someone killed like this, with all the green lightning. He hadn't said that there were zombies last time." Shaking his head, Wren then looked over at Volya and chuckled. "We already got them put back to rest, Vee. We couldn't just leave them out and have their afterlife ruined. It's not right. And I'll call the cops here in a minute. I've been here long enough I know them all pretty much on a first name basis, so I'll just tell them I was taking a nice evening to myself and found him on the beach, dead as he is, after I saw some weird green clouds."
Volya whirled around the face Isaaca and Wren, her stare was unsettling with the glowing orbs and from her expression, she may have been trying to shift gears to include the shiver that ran through her. "I'm having trouble... Thinking... I'm busy feeling at the moment, so... There's that." She cleared her throat, "So I'm going to pound on someone's door, howl, mew, moan... Whatever it takes for the door to open." Reaching up, she picked at the mess of hair on the top of her like she was trying to make it presentable, her head turning the slightest as some indication she was staring at Wren. "You are... Somehow okay with this. I mean the tiger was one thing... And the wings..." Those eyes narrowed into slits of light, but she snapped her own fingers to get her out of the loop. "Right, Symbiote, the Hostess of the House said that same thing, the scientist. She's hell and Faerie adjacent, so I think she got a discount on the property..." Her tongue clicked and she shook her head quickly. "I may not be coming down from this for a while... Isaaca? You need a ride. Wren has a truck."
"That's probably for the best. I'm carrying all sorts of ordinance and my permit photo doesn't look at all like me, conversations with the Police could get a little awkward." Pondering her situation, Isaaca looks over to Vee. "Will you be okay for getting home Vee? I have to admit, when you're feeling a little less...trippy, it would be good to have a chat." Grinning, she looks back to Wren, "speaking of ordinance, I'm rather keenly aware of the weight that isn't pressing on my right thigh...along with someone other new ones." Turning, she looks to the young man who is resting now in the water. "So this happen a lot round here? It all seems a bit off." Looking back to Volya, she thinks for a moment. "A ride home would be handy, I really don't want to get stopped right now."
Wren looked at Volya and nodded to her. "Do you need a ride, too, Volya? I can drop you off at this door you're planning on breaking down if it doesn't open? I don't want you feeling like you've got the need to swim your way to wherever it is." He then looked at Isaaca and lifted the front of his shirt, showing the gun that was tucked between his waistband and the defined muscles of his abdomen. He pulled the gun free with his other hand and held it over to Isaac, with all the deftness of someone that was around firearms, and often. "Mahalo for the use of it, Isaaca, I think it made a sure difference. And I was worried about how I'd pick up that rock over and over to throw it at them. This made all of that much simpler." If checked, the gun was sure enough missing three bullets. He pulled the two extra magazines from his pocket with his other hand, and held them over as well. "She had nice action, you obviously take pride in the keeping of your guns. Always nice to know someone else that makes sure they take care of everything to their best ability." Wren's blue eyes were friendly and his smile was something akin to a sweet drink of chilled lemonade on a hot day.
Volya's head tilted to the side as she went back to staring at Isaaca, "Hang to the right, do we?" She blinked and started laughing, "Sorry, different weight." She wiggled her fingers in the air before her hand flew off to the end of her arm then flew back to her side. "Seriously, going to find me a door to moan at. It's 5 o'clock? Damn. Door moaning time." How she was able to convey a 100-yard stare without pupils or irises was nothing short of amazing. She just started walking, lost, walking towards the direction of a truck. "Seriously, Isaaca... Get laid, like a lot. It's like being on ecstasy and coke." She waved an arm that dead drop back at her side as she continued to wander.
"Thanks again for taking care of it, you looked like you might know what you were doing and I'm happy I was right on that one." Smiling, Isaaca reaches over and takes the gun and the extra magazines from Wren, making the gun safe before slipping it and the magazines into the special pouch hidden in the side of her trousers. What she doesn't do, what she absolutely ignores is the chiseled chest that Wren shows when he lifts his shirt, more than enough confusion for Isaaca in one night, thank you. "Thanks it's my job, my life really. I'm setting up shop here soon, Baker's Panoply. All the guns, ammo and hunting supplies you could possibly need." Her smile freezes as she listens to Volya, something about the words catching her unawares. "I did. A lot. Fun at first, then there were chains, claws and fucking Elves." Isaaca shakes her head, trying to forestall the fugue that is threatening to overtake her. "I fled Summer after that but gods damn it, tonight brought it back. No one should be able to do that with just a kiss." Isaaca seems to drift off, her eyes not quite seeing clearly as she turns to see where Vee is heading off too. "Ecstasy and coke followed by a THC chaser. You have no idea how hard it was trying to run through Jello after that!"
"Oh I don't know, a kiss done just right even without the powers can leave you feeling like you've just managed to swallow the ecstasy you forgot was mixed in with your water. Just takes the right touch, and it being given by the right person." Wren didn't wink, nothing so crass, he just smiled warmly to Isaaca and met her eyes. "Still, I wouldn't want either of you walking after all that happened. Let's get into the truck where it's sure to feel solid under you, and likely to dissuade any jello-world tendencies? Then I can get you to your place safely where all will feel more like it should." He offered his arm to Isaaca, then nodded after Volya. "We better catch up to her before she decides the color of the truck would be better a smoldering crimson than the beige it always is." Looking at Vee for a long moment, Wren chuckled. "Volya, just wait by the truck when you beat us to it. I've got the keys, and I want to make sure I can lock it again next time I take it into town." He looked over at Isaaca and winked then, playfully, with a secretive smile on his lips. "Wouldn't do to have someone taking something that might be important later. So now, tell me about what you have in stock? I'm always looking for a new rifle to give half a day cleaning. They deserve the best and the ones that see to you and keep your property safe and clean of pests are worthy of a full day of it, when you're willing to take the time and give it all of your focus."
There another gasp from the woman as she turned back to Isaac, "There was jello! That must have been so cool. And THC does nothing to stem the flow of hormones. The bottom most to broke out at all costs and endeavor to be a paraplegic by morning. There is no coming down, just sweet mind-numbing pleasure until the exhaustion sets in." At this point, the batshit rolling out of Volya's mouth could have been direct at anyone, everyone, herself and nibbling on her fingertips like a meth head. Her feet knew what was up. There was a door somewhere that needed moaning, and there was a 50/50 chance on the door opening by the right person. Fuck numbers, that shit was pointless in a Summer-addled mind. She started dancing and weaving to a song that existed in her head, skipping a step when the beat. "SKIN FLUSH!" The woman peeled off her hoodie almost taking the white tank-top off at the same time and not having the wherewithal to fix it immediately. "START THE TRUCK!"
"This is...I feel weird." Isaaca takes a faltering step forward, having to shake her head to clear it. "Landed in Jelly. Snogged a Sidhe, turned into a girl, insulted by a shrubbery, funky houses...it's all a bit much really." Turning, she regards Wren carefully for a long moment, her face flickering with conflicting emotions until she finally takes the offered arm. "A lift would be wonderful, thank you. And uh...yes, we should probably stop Volya before she burns something. I uh... also totally need to not throw throw myself at people." Sighing, she turns her thoughts to other matters. "Stocks? Oh, all sorts really. The best Austrian and American pistols and semi-autos. Various shotguns with a range of ammunition to cater for all needs. Hunting rifles and I'm looking into the laws for carbines." Grinning, she calls after Volya. "The Jello was cool, the ocean underneath for the drowning, less so." As Volya gets more erratic, Isaaca pulls at Wren's arm. "Erm...we'd better get moving."
Wren's alarmed expression was marked by a set of eyes that had gone quite wide. "Vee! We're on the way." And sure enough, he picked up the pace. He managed to hold onto Isaaca's hand with his arm, and brought her along with him as his legs suddenly started eating the distance in long, tree-trunk length strides. Once they got to the trunk he delicately removed Isaaca's hand and went straight to the passenger side door, unlocking it for Vee and then opening it so that both women could get in. He ran around to the other side before a fire could get started and hopped in himself, turning the key in the ignition before he'd even closed the door behind him. "Alright, where too, Volya? I'll get you there as fast as I can." The AC started blowing a little bit after the truck was started, giving the three of them on the front bench seat a wash of cooler air. Which may or may not have lasted through Volya's heat dispensing. He glanced over at Isaac, whether the woman ended up in the middle or at the end, and grinned. "After we get Volya to where she needs to go, it should chill out a little. She's got a way of making everything... well. More."
Volya stomped her way up to the truck, "The truck's not started. THE TRUCK'S NOT STARTED." The woman growled as she picked a boot off the ground to pull it off and throw it in the back of the trunk. "Waimea Bay stat! The beads are waiting!" She screamed at the ground before jumping onto the back of the truck, teetering on the edge before pouring into the bed. "WREN!" Like a wild animal stuck in their too small enclosure. "Don't make her too comfortable! The bottom has to come out. It's gonna come out, and make its way into a sink. Her sister can find it in the morning." The insane laughter echoed in the back of the truck.
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