OPEN RP POST

[sparklemagpie.livejournal.com]

The sun in shining!

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



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!

Comments

[birthmural]

Crazy?

"I can levitate when I have hold of my trident and use it as a channel for my psychic energy."

[deep_sky_diving]

Inappropriate, perhaps. Even morally corrupting. And buff.

"Sounds kinda like hogwash to me, but I ain't gonna go judgin' 'bout places I never been," she says. Jeez, that accent is very... Southern.

She's soaring lower still, slowly aiming for an empty patch of the beach.

[birthmural]

Don't make him flex his muscles.

"If you have any other theory as to how I am in the air beside you, you are welcome to believe it." Just as he was welcome to roll his eyes at her for it.

[deep_sky_diving]

She swoops in low—the wings flare up to bleed off speed, and suddenly they're crumpling and she's running across the sand to safely kill the last of the inertia. The material flows around her like a cloak, flicks up, and spools in all at once—

And there she is, in a very nicely curved figure-hugging suit shimmering an iridescent blue-green in the light, legs dusted with sand from the short run.

[birthmural]

A lovely figure indeed.

Daimon paused for a moment before lowering himself back down to land. He was still not quite sure what to make of this young woman.

"That is some sort of technology, is it not?"

[deep_sky_diving]

She turns a little to show off that rear to reach over her shoulder and tap the slim-lined hard case down the middle of her back, one of the assorted little accessory panels studding the suit.

"Uh-huh. Smart materials, nice big radiator matrix."

[birthmural]

Very nice.

"I shall take your word for it."