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The sun in shining!

The waves are crashing!
The seagulls are taking your hotdogs like the cocky b*tches they are!

Dreamland Beach - Bali

IT'S BEACH PARTY TIME!

There's volleyball, fire pits, surfing and sandcastles!

GO HAVE FUN ON YOUR SHORE LEAVE MEATSHIP DENZIENS! STACY LOVES YOU EXTRA TODAY!

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Well hello sunshine goodness.

Rose grinned broadly as she stepped out along the beach. White hair trailing just a bit in the soft whip of wind. Her body was toned enough from years of fighting to wear that bikini well.

"Well, well...I guess this is the party."

"ROSE! Volleyball! You're on our team!"

Static may be a little overexcited...

"... Virg?"

As her friend once used to say, Hot Damn. Rose grinned broader and took a pack of smokes from her hip.

"So long as you don't mind if I light up for a sec. Who are we playing? And are we shirts or skins?" Ohh there was a wink.

"... Well, now I wanna vote skins." He smiles broadly. "I'd offer you a ight, but experience tells me I'm no good for that."

"No worries, I got my own."

And as promised she produced a lighter and sparked a cherry to the end of the cig between her lips.

"So...we playing for fun...or something more interesting?"

Static coughed. "Just for fun. Sokka's game, and his sister is in it, so... But, maybe we can play another game later. 'Cause knowing you, it's not gonna take long for you to score us some beer, is it?" He smiles.

Hey, he may be a hero, but his morals arn't really all that tight...

"Beer? Sure, and maybe some Jack for when things get realy fun."

Rose exhaled and smiled, stretching arms over her head elongateing the lean lines of her body. The sun felt damn good on her skin, she could have sprawled ou like a kitten and enjoyed it. But there was more fun to be had just then.

"So lead on."

God bless the meatship.

The meatship aint seen nothing yet.

Oh yes he did.

"It is, and welcome, welcome." Brief eyeing with his eye, and more grins.

"See you dressed for the occasion." He was spared the speedo this time, though his Hawaiian bathing shorts could probably be seen from the Meatship in orbit.

"I see we have matching outfits."

It was not meaning he had a bikini, ut she did tap a fingertip at the patch over her eye. Not lost to anythign as noble as his own, but still how many people did you run into with them these days? Honestly? It was an ice breaker.

"Rose, Rose Wilson."

Bart didn't see her until he'd circled the beach four times. Almost two minutes. What? He kept getting distracted.

But as soon as he saw her, he ran towards her, grinning broadly. "HiRosehowareyouIhaven'tseenyourforever!"

She missed the blur that was Bart, until he stopped. It took a second to catch up with his speedspeak but when she did she grinned and waved fingers at him, a bit of a wink there too.

"Hey there Bart. Nice to see you are still up and running."

"Duh! I love running!" He grinned, then gave her a worried look. "What happened to your eye?"

"Oh."

So he didn't know, she just kinda waved it off.

"No fun stories there. But hey, nice fashion accessory right?"

He nodded happily. "You look like a pirate! You should get a hat or something!"

"Yeah, sure. I'll work on that. Or better yet, you keep an eye out for one for me, K?"

Pun fully intended, she strolled down the beach, puffing the pure filtered joy of her cig.

"Okay!" He followed her, only flitting away occasionally. "What've you been doing? I haven't seen you since our Teen Titans broke up!"

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And, Rose may feel the temperature drop a bit. ...Okay, a lot. The physique and hair color has caught his attention.

"Is that what this is?"

A snowy brow arched at the chilly arrival, slow smile blossoming across her lips.

"It is now, though if it gets any cooler I might have to grab a sweater to spare the impressionable young minds."

The Lin-Kuei found it rather ironic that this person had lost the opposite eye that he had been injured in. Still, she definitely had an air about her that could pass as one of his own shinobi, though upon closer inspection, it seemed that his initial impressions were slightly off. Though he still had to wonder if she was a ninja of some sort.

"Something tells me that those 'young minds' you speak of are old enough to have figured certain things out by now on their own. But, color me curious... what is your name, miss? And are you affiliated with any ninja clan?"

Every move of her body, the way she carried herself, oh yes it spoke of training. The way her remaining eye slid over him , studying, dissecting him, just as he summed up each opponent.

"Trust me, I know some of these young minds, they can be fragile." She smirked, and nodded as he asked his questions. "Rose Wilson, and I've been trained, treated, traded and kick to the curb. No clans for me though, unless you count the Titans."

Oh, the ninja picked up on the training easily. He didn't carry himself quite the same way, mainly because he didn't need to. Instead, he held himself more indicative of an authority figure rather than a fighter.

"Intriguing. Perhaps you are a relation to a man that goes by the alias of Deathstroke, perhaps?" Sub-Zero idly stroked his masked chin with a finger that resembled living ice.

[OOC: MK vs. DCU: Canon? No. Fun? Hell yea. :3]

Eyes narrowed with the mention. Her demeanor went from playfully flirty to downright..well..cold.

"If I have my way there will no longer be a man by that name." Oh yes, Rose has Daddy issues.

There was a slight smirk at that reaction. Not that she could tell beneath that mask of his.

"I see you have had your own issues with him. If nothing else, I will say that he is a skilled kombatant, though that only made him a larger threat to my realm..."