boy experiences beach

[biddentodance]

Who: Minato, the sun, the surf, the sand, and you!
What: Beach shenanigans! Training! Officially joining the "Will Nap Anywhere" Club!
When: ICly June 10 through June 16
Where: The beach!!!!!!!
Warnings: None. For now.

[Slightly Sillier]
Blue seas. Blue skies. Blue teens.

No, really, just about everything Minato owns is blue, it's kind of ridiculous.

He may not have proper swim trunks, but he has shorts and doesn't really care about anything. His last beach trip had some...embarrassments. So, with little better to do, he has loaded up on stuff and hit the beach - from the looks of things he may not be planning to come back to the station proper for a bit... While it is possible to find him in a kitchen before the beach, making quite a few sandwiches, it's much easier to find him down by the water.

He's got a sun umbrella set up and can be found doing all of your favorite fun-in-the-sun activities: inflating his penguin inner tube via his own lungs, swimming, putting the 'sand' in 'sandwich', inflating the tube again, sandcastles, apparently trying to make angels in the sand like one might make in the snow, mimicking whatever small sea creatures he might come across, inflating the tube again, beachcombing, suffering sunburn...he's got a week to fill up, here. But there's just...something...]

...It's less fun alone.

[Slightly More Serious]
[In the evenings, and indeed into the wee hours of the morning, Minato might be found training rather than fooling around, occasionally interrupted by just...looking at the stars. His weapon is too short to be called a sword...but it's too big to really be a knife, either, and he's not fully sure how best to wield it. So he has to practice! And it never hurts to punch the air a little.

It's easy enough to tell Minato has experience fighting, and in a variety of ways. He moves easily. Self-taught, mostly, but refined through practical application. Interestingly, he never so much as touches the silver pistol ever-present at his side. Probably most impressive, though, is his stamina - he goes at it well past midnight and doesn't seem to tire.

And then sometimes he might be found having buried himself in sand - all but his head - snoozing away. Or dozing half-submerged, arms around his steadily-deflating penguin. Napping through the mornings, fooling around during the day, and training at night, this is the life.]

Comments

sillier

[hairpincurves]

[At some point, if Minato's taking a break from his beach shenanigans, he'll find himself joined by the female Akira--dressed in just a bikini top and shorts--as she holds out a bottle of (blue!) Arginade to him.]

Care for some company?

[biddentodance]

[Blue is always the best flavor, even without his particular color scheme. Every kid knows that.

That's almost a smile - which is, frankly, a lot for him - when he looks up and accepts the drink.]

Hey. [that's taciturn for yes.] Long time no sea. [Minato.]

[hairpincurves]

[It is absolutely the best. She beams in response (especially at the pun).]

I was wondering what you've been up to. Having fun?

f-fun in the sun...?

[makejapangreat]

[Well, there's something surprisingly refreshing about seeing one of the kids out on the beach like this? He's... all alone, though, and for some reason, Shido feels compelled to come over.

Which is when he hears cruNCH.

He visibly stiffens for a moment, looking at the blue-haired teen in alarm.]

What are you eating?

so much fun......

[biddentodance]

[There's a long moment when Minato just chews slowly while staring at his sandwich, perplexed. Then he carefully extracts a small stone from the mouthful.

Seems like his teeth are fine...so he just takes the sandwich apart and shakes out some of the actual sand. And swallows grit.]

Cheese sandwich. [Sup Shido!! Everything's Fine here, as usual.]

minty..................................

[makejapangreat]

[Shido actually recoils from the sight. Did he just... swallow that down? He feels ill just looking at him.]

Not anymore, you aren't. Throw that thing away.

16th for fellow night owl! o/

[coagmentatio]

[ The gun catches his interest, given it's a weapon he's rarely handled. While he knows how to use a sniper rifle, that's thanks to training via plastic models and simulations. ]

You've clearly had practice...

[ Don't mind him just showing up out of nowhere. If Minato couldn't hear him, that's because Aiden might be a little too used to walking around without making a sound. Sorry, kiddo. ]

dem late nights

[biddentodance]

[While not in full battle mode, Minato is training, and so he's on the alert. It's less that he heard or saw Aiden and more that he had a vague impression of someone else in the area - at least enough to keep him from jumping when Aiden speaks up. He might whirl around just a little quicker than necessary, but that's about it.]

Some, yeah. [He's still defaulting to hiding it. Despite what Akira and Goro said, and despite knowing there's no Dark Hour...it's still his inclination to keep his life as a member of SEES on the downlow.] Not much with a blade this size, though.

[coagmentatio]

[ He hadn't seen much of a point in outright masking his presence - that takes way more conscious effort, and it's just Minato out here. ]

Ah... [ tilting his head at said weapon ] ... can't say I'd be much help with that kind. What kind of blade are you used to?

training

[nojohnyouare]

[After the incident with Aiden, Mai is back to being more guarded about training, so she steps out quietly with sword in hand. She stops when she sees Minato and just watches him fighting nothing.]

...Sorry.

[biddentodance]

[He doesn't have the best blade control; he's not used to something of this weight. And he's mostly self-taught to begin with.

He stops on a dime when he hears a voice. ...'Sorry'????]

Why are you apologizing?

[nojohnyouare]

Disturbing you. Training?

Training

[karappo]

[The beach, though unpleasant sometimes due to the wetness, has continually drawn Karamatsu back due to the calming nature of the salty sea air. He didn't live close enough to the beach back on the peninsula to visit it this often, and it wasn't too safe to do so besides. So long as he avoids seagulls, he's safer here.

He notices someone training by themselves about an hour into his visit, having been flying and skimming over the water's edge, letting his claws skim through the water like some big water-skimmer. He comes to settle in the boughs of a palm not far from where Minato is practicing with his weapon, watching quietly for a while.

Eventually, he speaks up, his voice deep as it carries over the sand.]

You have been going for quite some time. I am impressed.

[biddentodance]

[If he noticed Karamatsu flying around, he'd assumed local wildlife just going about its business. It's only when he speaks up that Minato takes a break from his training....hello, sir, that is quite an appearance you have there.]

Nothing special...just used to harsher conditions.

[karappo]

[QUITE ONE INDEED...he's just glad you're not afraid of him.

Karamatsu smiles slightly, as best he can around his mandibles.]

Harsher? As in harsh weather, perhaps?

he snooze

[beguiledcard]

[ That... sure is a way to nap... ]

Does it keep going flat like that?

[ Yep, totally giving him a gentle poke to wake him as he asks. ]

nap-senpai tbh

[biddentodance]

[Success! Akira managed to catch him near the tail end of a nap anyway. He's somewhat slow coming to, but no gunfire is required this day.]

Does what keep going fat...? [How does one go fat????]

1/??

[beguiledcard]

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what ]

[beguiledcard]

[ S-senpai.......

plz ]

he's helping

[beguiledcard]

Your float.

Morning on the 17th - SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT!! cw: blood, bloodloss, vampirism. things of that nature.

[biddentodance]

[There are two things that might get someone out here. The first would be a predawn stroll along Bloodsands Beach. About midway along is the scene of some kind of struggle.

The second thing, for the more supernaturally-inclined with the ability to sense magic at a distance, would be the feeling of something extremely dangerous suddenly appearing on the beach on an otherwise peaceful night, lasting about thirty to sixty seconds, and vanishing as abruptly as it appeared.

The scene isn't especially pleasant, but could be worse. Minato lies in the sand, unmoving, skin pale against the dark blue of his clothes and hair. Not far away lies a bladed weapon, too long to be called a knife but too short to be a proper sword, streaked with blood and letting the beach live up to its name...

However, there doesn't seem to be a lot of blood in the area, certainly not enough to be lethal, and not as much as he seems to have lost. And sure enough, anyone who investigates his body a bit closer will find not only bruises beginning to purple and injuries on one of his hands, but that he still has a pulse as well. A weak one - but a pulse is a pulse is a pulse.]

[superstylishsquid]

[Being a demon comes with some perks...such as the ability to sense supernatural things. Unfortunately, like most, senses, it's not exact. By the time he pinpoints where things are happening, it's over. He steps out of a portal onto the beach and looks around, quickly finding Minato lying on the ground amid the scent of blood.

He's quick to rush over, crouching down to check Minato's pulse. Still alive...and there's another, familiar scent around him, too. But who caused this is a secondary concern, to...]

Hey, kid. You still with me?

[herolytical]

[ Okay he really had just been out early just for an early morning run along the beach but there was a point that this severe shiver ran down his spine and he stopped short, eyes widening a bit. There'd only been a few times when he'd felt that and yet... this was different. He hurried his steps until he saw a couple of people in the near distance, one of which was lying on the ground and not moving a whole lot.

His instincts - and a bit of panic - kicked in as he picked up speed the best he could until he reached where the two were and stopped short. ]

W-What attacked him? We should get him back to the station incase whatever attacked him comes back..

[ You may recognize this air about him as familiar, Alastor. Maybe something like a hero, if you would. ]

but where did Aiden go...

[coagmentatio]

[ By the time Alastor arrives, Aiden's long gone.

He'd ducked out of sight so that he could activate his ability to mask his appearance. Fortunately that works well, when combined with how he can hover above the ground as he runs. In his state, he didn't think to look behind him, so it's no wonder he literally just missed help...

Aiden can first be seen in the entrance of the station, hand pressed against his lower abdomen, the blood already soaking his shirt.

Ignoring the blood, the only indication something is wrong would be how this guy is just slightly paler than normal, with his eyes rapidly searching. Somehow, his breathing is calm and even, so maybe adrenaline is doing him a huge fucking favor right now.

... Help? ]

[byanyother_name]

Aiden?

[Kurama is heading for the entrance on his way out of the station, looking somewhat less put together than usual. His clothes look like they were tossed on hastily and he himself only slows from a run at the sight of Aiden and the smell of blood. His eyes fly to the wound and narrow, concern leaking off him.]

What happened?