Log:Catching Some G2 Rays

2008/10/01 	 Golden Jason Rakshasa Teflon Fist Spirit Tyaan Vyeerhi Chyoodi A'al and E'el 	 the Four Horsemen 1

Scene: North Beach

The height of the tourist season may be over now that school is back, but it's a bright sunny day, and both late tourists (mostly those without children) and locals (now that school is out for the day) are out in force.

Swimmers crowd the still-warm water, sunbathers lie on the beach, and the boardwalk businesses are doing good enough business one might think it a weekend.

Once more Fist is regularly donning her hooded costume, partly because it's kind of fun to cover up that way and partly because the full thing is considerably warmer. She perches atop a building near the beach, looking out over the many people gathered.

Julia is walking down to the boardwalk cafe where she helps out clearing the outdoor tables during the season. She's not working today but there's still a free milkshake available for her there.

Rakshasa strolls along carefully picking at some funnel cake on a paper plate, trying not to get any powdered sugar on her suit jacket.

Donald sits on a bench facing towards the beach, flanked by three of his high-school friends. Together, they call themselves the Four Horsemen. But to everyone else, they seems like a bunch of geeks sitting on a bench, sipping sodas.

One woman on sitting on a towel on the beach and looking out at the bay is gathering some attention, but not as much as one might think give her odd coloration. This is Colonial Bay, after all.

Vyeerhi: A thinnish woman with dark green skin and snow-white hair, dressed in something like an orange sari

Pestilence, AKA Donald's friend Raj, asks, "So tell me why you dragged us out here again, D?"

Dorian is currently laying on the beach on a towel, and reading a book. He's just relaxing, it looks like...along with the myriad of other beachgoers here at this time of day.

Donald looks out towards the beach and the beach goers. He shrugs, "You know... to get some sun. Fresh air. All that," answering his friend.

A man brushes by Julia, carrying a couple of hotdogs. "Excuse me, good evening!" he says, smiling an apology, as he heads down to the beach. He, too, is a little odd.

Tyaan: A rotund middle-aged man with blue skin and receding purple hair, wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

Julia nods, "No probl..." Her voice trails off as the man doesn't wait but bustles off with the hotdogs.

Famine, AKA Andrew, prods Donald with an elbow. "This wouldn't happen to do anything with a rumor that Stacey Lewis was going to be around here...?" His tone is teasing.

The man makes his way down to the woman on the beach, to whom he speak excitedly while handing her a hotdog, which she sniffs at before nibbling it.

Donald frowns. "No. It has nothing to do with that." He says, frowning. Andrew quips. "Ah-ha! So you /did/ hear the rumor. Man, you are so whipped."

Julia spots a familiar face and calls out as she passes, "Hi, Donald."

Death, AKA Donald's friend Marcus, looks out at the beach. "Woah. Check out the hottie with the green skin!"

A fair distance out in the bay, some human-sized figured are skimming their way over the surface of the water - this is what the woman is watching, it appears. On closer look they seem to be doing this without any sort of vehicle.

Donald is just turning to look for the aforementioned hottie when he spots Julia. "Oh, hey, Julia." He waves, and he tries to figure out from Julia's expression if he's been busted scoping out women.

Jason watches with interest, just enjoying a break and coming to his favotire place - the beach.

The two oddly-colored people draw Fist's attention for a short while, intrigued to see the differences. She draws her mask down and hood back, revealing her identifying blue hair. Her place atop the small building set apart from most everyone.

Another such person comes out of one of the boardwalks shop with a couple of bags.

Raj jokes. "How, I wonder what color their kids would be...?"

Chyoode: A girl of maybe 14 or 15 with mottled blue and green skin and silver hair, dressed in a fashionable swimsuit in the current teen fashions.

Rakshasa takes in the scene. Pops a piece of funnel cake in her mouth. Chews. "Huh. Tourists." she says to no one in particular.

Dorian gets a call on his PDA, and answers it, setting his book down in the process. "Hello?" His expression warms a bit and then he smiles, "Hey there. Sure, I can pick that up on the way home. See you in a couple hours." He then hangs up, and looks around at the people in the immediate area curiously.

Julia gets a shake and sits at a table outside the cafe sipping it through a straw.

Donald watches Julia for a bit before something occurs to him. "Oh, hey... these are my friends. Guys, meet Julia..."

Julia waves to Donald's friends from her chair, "Hello."

The two figures skimming the sea suddenly come rushing toward the shore straight at the hotdog eaters. They kick up a fair cloud of sand, even a few pebbles, as they rush, gabbling excitedly in someone unknown language, up the beach. A number of people who get hit by the sand don't look happy about this.

Donald's friends wave back.

A'al and E'el: Twins of maybe 8 years old, with bright red skin and bright yellow hair, wearing swimming trunks and Colonial Bay t-shirts.

Dorian grimaces a bit. "Charming. Sometimes I'm glad I got my powers later in life." He sits up, watching the two quick moving red-skinned kids.

Jason thinks. o O (Is it alien-day at the beach today?)

Some of the braver (and/or more muscled) victims clearly decide to go and have a talk to the aliens(?), but the kids are already charging off to the boardwalk, again kicking up sand at the people they pass (including Donald and his friends.

Julia shakes her head in disapproval, "Just like my brother was I'll bet." She mutters to herself.

Donald says, "Hey watch it."

Andrew mutters something about leash laws having to apply to 8-year olds, too.

It's unlikely the kids even heard that. They tear up to the boardwalk and snatch the bags from Chyoode's hands, stopping at some distance down the boardwalk to go through them and have a laugh at her purchases.

Sensing something might come of the talk that is about to ensue, Fist stands, ready to cross the distance quickly in the event that the confrontation turns ugly.

Raj spots Chyoode and grins. o O ( Totally called it! )

The parents meanwhile seem to be trying to calm the offended party of sunbathers.

Jason ambles towards the impending confrontation, smiling in a friendly manner.

Rakshasa watches with casual interest. . o O (might be trouble, but somehow I think teachers aren't supposed to punch kids in the face these days)

Chyoode shouts something at the boys in a presumably-alien language and runs to catch up with them - which probably she could have done in a second if not for the sandals she's wearing falling apart under the pressure, causing her to fall flat on her face, much to the amusement of the boys.

Donald watches Chyoode, sympathetically. o O ( I've done that before... wonder if she's ok. )

They're still laughing at her when she picks herself up and runs up to them (sandalless this time), trying to snatch her things back while shouting at them.

Julia stands and starts over towards Chyoode to see if she can help, disgusted by the childish bullying.

Rakshasa tosses her now empty paper plate in the trash and vanishes in a flash of light, appearing in the path of the young offender, her stripes glowing brightly and sparks crackling around her.

Donald finds himself standing up too. He walks over and collects the blue-green girls sandals, or what's left of them.

Jason says, "Whassup here guys?"

Dorian just watches quietly from his seat on the beach...intending to not get involved unless it's absolutely necessary.

It's not quite clear if it was intended or not, but Chyoode, while grabbing for come clothes the boys had out of the bags, slaps one of the boy in the face with the back of her hand. The boy promptly goes flying clear across Beach Street to collide with the outer wall of the mall.

Attention drawn by the violent act, Fist heads right for the unintentionally flying boy, crouching at his side and doing her best to see if he's all right. Her hands are already a'glow.

The other boy is clearly upset by this, jumping high into the air to come down on Chyoode. THey disappear through a hole in the boardwalk.

Jason immediately jumps into the hole, "Hey, now!"

Julia says, "Oh my."

Rakshasa facepalms and shakes her head.

The bou who collided with the wall is grinning ear to ear as he picks himself up. "Ha'u GJAL!" he says, as he jumps back across Beach Street.

"Holy--?" Donald says, holding the sandals together in one hand. He looks back to his friends, still sitting on the bench, as if asking /Should I do?/.

Dorian shakes his head slowly, watching the brawl start...and then looks around at the crowd, trying to figure out how many metas he recognizes.

Under the boardwalk the presumed brother and sister are wrestling each other, rolling back and forward. And knocking out some of the boardwalk supports as they do so.

Following the boy, Fist heads for the center of the trouble, hands changing from light to dark in their apparent energy.

The boy jumping across the street seems to have misjudged his leap, clearing the boardwalk entirely. He looks about to land in an area where the sunbathers are thick on the ground.

The kid seems to be travelling with just a little too much force for Jason to hold onto.

Heading in, Fist moves to catch the kid before he hits beach and land with him in an open area.

The kid wriggles free of Fist's attempt to catch him. But at least her approach warned the sunbather who just managed not to be under the kid any more.

Donald's friends look back at him, one of them is motioning for him to go. Another says, "Dude?!" is apparent frustration. "Shouldn't you be off doing something, D?" Raj says.

The kids don't seem to be paying Jason any attention at all. And indeed take out what seems to be a pretty major support.

Julia changes direction and enters the ladies toilet on the boardwalk, planning to change into costume and leave via the window.

Not being overly gentle now that she knows how tough the kid is, Fist dives through the air to catch him and land in a spot far less populated than the original course would suggest. Sadly she fails to have any effect on his trajectory, and ends up puzzledly looking toward where the kid lands despite all efforts to prevent the disaster. She heads for the boardwalk now, hands still emitting dark energy.

By this point Vyeerhi has noticed what the kid by Fist is doing and shouts at him across the beach.

Chyoode manages to pin her brother to the ground under the down rather unstable boardwalk.

Rakshasa's right eye starts to twitch dangerously.

Suddenly the kid lets loose with what seems to be a bolt of lightning, which knocks his surprised sister upwards into the already weakened boardwalk. "Gjalak!"

Donald runs back to to friends to grab his backpack. Then he runs off into a beach front restaurant. Raj complains, "Took you long enough. Jeez!" His friends urge him on, with Andrew saying, "Go, go, go!"

Sparks start arcing down Rakshasa's right arm...

The boardwalk groans ominously. People above are beginning to run away in panic.

Jason sprints towards the collapsing boardwalk, intent on holding it up to give people time to get off of it.

Dorian sighs. "Looks like I have to get involved anyway. Figures. Looks like I might be late." He gets up, and runs toward the boardwalk.

Julia flies out of the window of the toilet block and down through the hole smashed into the boardwalk. "Stop it." She commands the kids, wondering if they speak English. Although her tone and stance should convey the message. Meanwhile she braces to support the boardwalk.

Golden has no problem substituting for the main load-bearing support, but the fact remains that general damage to the the boardwalk makes this a stopgap measure at best. The kids at least look at her for a moment. "He started it! He robbed my new garments!" says the girl.

Golden says, "It doesn't matter who started it right now. Help me hold up this structure until the people above can move away."

The boy's not listening any more. He dashes away, kicking up more sand. "Ana! Ana! K'e silom pa gatke'!"

The girl, to do her justice, is a little more mature, and grabs another support to try to help. And breaks it. "Eya' - oops," she translates.

Dorian watches the kid zip past, just about the time he reaches the boardwalk. Realizing he can't do much to help the stronger people holding up the structure, he flies over to Tyaan and Vyeerhi, leaving a trail of light behind himself. "Excuse me, are you these kids' parents?" He motions to A'al and E'el.

Rakshasa's eyes glow dangerously. The sparks cracking around her arm coalesce into a vortex of energy in front of her, sending tendrils out toward the fleeiing boy, "ENOUGH YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE CHILDREN!!!".

The girl, to do her justice, is a little more mature, and grabs another support to try to help. And breaks it. "Eya' - oops," she translates.

As too many cooks can spoil many things, Fist heads to rescue people from the falling boardwalk.

Tyaan says prodly to Dorian, "Yes, that is affirmative. How did you know?"

Dorian smiles slightly, "An educated guess. Would you mind...perhaps getting them under control? They're causing a bit of destruction. And endangering a lot of people." He stays cordial, not sounding accusing in any way.

Part of the boardwalk comes down on the teenager's head. She gives a little shriek and tries to get it out of her hair.

Dorian smiles slightly, "An educated guess. Would you mind...perhaps getting them under control? They're causing a bit of destruction. And endangering a lot of people." He stays cordial, not sounding accusing in any way.

Teflon skates out of an alleyway and out to the boardwalk. He tries to ferry people out of harm's way, by sliding across the planks up to them, trying to lift them, then skating away.

Tyaan looks shocked when he realises this. "Oh, I am very apologising! We are not used to having such abilities. It is only because of your weak gravity. Or maybe your G2-class star. Or maybe both. Our scientists are not seemingly entirely precise."

The kid Rakshasa hit says, "Hey!" or something that sounds very much like it. He seems very annoyed, In any case he stick out his tongue and leaps away.

Rakshasa's grits her teeth and rasps menacingly, "You think you can ignore me, you little punk..? Ignore me, Rakshasa, Demon of the Night, Bane of Men, Devourer of Souls, The Great Deceiver..?" Sparks start arcing down her arm again...

Dorian nods to Tyaan, "It's alright. The cause doesn't really matter. Just...call your kids over, eh?"

says, "Ok - CHYOODE! A'AL! E'EL!"

Quickly nabbing one after another, Fist draws many away into a safer zone.

Teflon tries lifting on of the people with a grunt! It's harder than it looks on tv. He settles for pulling them away, using his friction control field to slide them easily from the collapsing boardwalk.

The kid turns and looks back at Rakshasa. He's sparking too. And laughing. "I should be calling you the names!"

Rakshasa glowers, "Kid. I have a fifth title I don't use much these days. Slaughterer of Innocents. Want to see how I earned it?

Dorian is deafened pretty well. He winces. "OW..." He covers his ears, not even hearing himself.

The kids shrugs. "I don't care, I have COOL powers on this moon!"

Teflon thinks. o O ( Holy cow. Miss Rakshasa is _scary_ )

Rakshasa vanishes and reappears next to the kid, arms crossed, and just stares at him.

The kid's taken aback, and splutter. And shoots lightning. From his nose.

Marcus is A/V geek of Donald's friends. He films the fracas on a mini-cam.

The lightning strikes the sand at Rakshaka's feet. The kid looks delighted. "A'al! A'al. Ia'tap kalen!"

Chyoode comes out from under the boardwalk at her father's call.

A'al starts leaping over to join E'el, at the call.

Rakshasa reaches out and tries to grab the kid by the scruff of his neck.

Vyeehri points to where the kids have got to and calls out to them (not so loud) but is ignored too.

Rakshasa lifts the kid up to eye level and snarls, "Ok you little punk. You see all those people out there? They don't have powers like you and me. If you hit one of them, you're gonna kill them. Which means I get to stop being so... reasonable. Now are you going to be a good boy and go back to your parents, or should I just gut you and drain the blood from your corpse right now?"

A great cry of "Hyaaah!" descends from above Rakshasa.....

Teflon watches as the people he's rescued run off. He then turns to Rakshasa. o O ( She's... she's bluffing... Right? )

... as A'al jumps down on her, misses, and makes a crater in the beach.

Sand and pebbles are blasted in all directions....

Teflon hops into the crater with the alien boy, landing on his back in the sand. "Oof!" He looks over to the boy and says, "Believe me, I'm doing you a favor. Miss Rakshasa looked really ticked off!" And with that he transforms the crater into a trap frictionless particles. Trying to get out will be like balancing on tiny ball bearings.

E'el tries to break free of Rakshasa's grasp.

Rakshasa ignores the other boy and keeps her eyes fixed on the one in her grasp Sparks arc down her arm and coalesce into a blade of energy.

E'el doesn't look all *that* impressed - and does manage to break free. He calls for A'al again.

Rakshasa shakes her head, "Bad choice. Guess your sister gets to be an only child." Sparks arc down her arm and coalesce into a blade of energy as her stripes glow brightly.

E'el aims his nostrils at Rakshasa. "A'al! Come and look!" he says, in English this time.

A'al tries to jump out of the crater but ends up slipping.

Teflon smiles. o O ( It worked! ) He lies on his back in the sand, not even attempting to get up.

Rakshasa lazily lashes out and tries to backhand the kid with her energy blade.

The kid goes flying along the beach, while people struggle to get out of the way.

Rakshasa says, "Oh. Crap."

Fist moves again to catch the boy.

Teflon sees the boy fly past. "What was that?"

Fist heads for Rakshasa after seeing that, intent on preventing another such display.

"E'EL!" shouts Vyeehri as her son is struck, and is suddenly bearing down on Rakshasa. As well as throwing up a lot of sand as she rushes by people.

Fortunately the angry mother isn't very used to her power either. SHe throws herself off-balance with the strength of her own punch.

Rakshasa shakes her head, "What is with you people. You think the Earth is safe? You think its' s a fun place to have a vacation? Think you can just kick back and not give a damn about the people you might hurt. You make me sick."

Teflon looks over to A'al. "Welcome to time-out." He smiles. "When you're ready to behave yourself you can go."

Arriving at Rakshasa, Fist stands ready to halt the fight between the two powerhouses, bodily.

Rakshasa's stripes dim and her blade dissipates as she becomes translucent, "Grab your family and get the hell off my planet before something bad really happens to them."

Andrew watches as Rakshasa and Kyeerhi face off. "This... is.. gonna.. be... Awesome." He continues to film.

Then he looks disappointed as he realizes the fight may not materialize.

The woman tries to slap the desolid Rakshasa. "I did not want to come to your planet! And I surely will not come to your planet again!"

Fist's hands catch the slap, dissipating the force behind it.

Tyaan comes over. "There is no need for fightings! Look, E'el is unharmed. I said that this will be be a fun place for the children!"

Rakshasa says, "10."

E'el returns, but any thought of violence seems to have been forestalled by his parents' presence. "Look what I can do!" he says to his parents, destroying his shoes with more lightning from his nose.

Rakshasa glares, "9."

A'al makes another attempt to get out of the crater.

Tyaan says, "Is it not 9 *then* 10?"

Teflon asks A'al. "Are you ready to behave and stop rough-housing?"

Rakshasa shakes her head, "8."

A'al nods. "How do you make the beach so slidy?"

Teflon says, "It's like my special power. Do people have special powers where you come from? Where -do- you come from?"

"No, I'm sure. 1, then 2, then 3, then 4, then 5, then 6, then seben, then 8, then 9, then 10."

Rakshasa sighs, "7. It depends if you're counting up. Or counting down."

"No, no one has powers, not at home. Only on some other worlds. Dad said this one was best because we look just like humans!"

Teflon nods.

"Why would you count down?" asks Tyaan. "Is this some quaint human custom?"

Rakshasa says, "Yeah. A quaint little human custom called s time bomb."

Rakshasa says, "Oh, and 6."

Teflon lets the sand return to normal. "Hey kid... I think you can your folks should get going. I think Rakshasa's planning on getting totally sickhouse over there."

"Time bomb?..." He pulls out something that could be some sort of alien PDA and says "time bomb" clearly into it.

Rakshasa grins wickedly, "5."

Fist turns to look at Rakshasa, pointing away with a stern expression.

Rakshasa winks at Fist.

"That is not in my Earth phrase book...."

Anastrophe nods to Teflon: he seems to have a better grasp of English than his father. He scrambles out of the crater, and says something to his father.

A'al nods to Teflon: he seems to have a better grasp of English than his father. He scrambles out of the crater, and says something to his father.

Rakshasa sighs and turns back to solid, "Look buddy. This isn't a good to have a vacation, even if you do have super powers here. I'm hardly one to talk, but when you have power, you gotta be 10 times as careful in everything you do. And that means not taking a couple kids along and expecting they won't break anything or anyone. So just pack up, pay to have the boardwalk repaired, and go home."

Teflon climbs out of the crater himself. He watches the confrontation for now, now being sure what to do.

Tyaan's face falls visibly. It's clear that this simply hadn't occurred to him. In fact, the hangdog look suggests his dream vacation has just been ruined. He looks at the kids and back to Rakshasa, lost for words.

Rakshasa turned away, "I'm sorry I hit your kid. I'm glad he's ok. Just..."

"That is ok, it was fun!" says E'el. "Did you see how I fell far over there?"

Rakshasa laughed softly, "Maybe when you grow up, you can come back and try being a hero."

The kid seems happy with that thought. "I like that you have heroes here! And I look just like a human so I could have a secret ID and everything!"

Teflon relaxes a bit. o O ( Looks like things are gonna be ok."

Vyeerhi says something to E'el in a low voice, in whatever language they speak. Probably something discouraging, to judge by the faces.

Tyann looks back at the damage to the boardwalk, where Golden is still holding the structure up. "How much do the reparations cost?"

Rakshasa shrugs, "Beats me. You'll have to ask the authorities. Probably a few 10s of thousands of dollars."

He frowns. "That sounds like much. What is again the exchange rate?" He fiddles with his PDA a while and then laughs. "Is that all? We will vacation on primitive moons more often. Everything is so cheap even if we break it!"

Rakshasa facepalms.