EXTERIOR- The beach, deep into the wilds, far west of Triangle Valley. A short way north of the oceanic port where adventurous sailors drop their spoils, to be shipped to Saustis.
The beach is poputed exclusively by muscur, tall, well-fed, well-sculpted and well-armed men and women, wearing either barely-not-indecent-exposure-type swimsuits or full sets of glistening armor, and nothing between those two things. Save for maybe a small handful wearing robes or something.
PRESENT - THE GIRL (Wearing a grey freshly bloodstained sweater, and her maroon ball cap. No armor. YES shorts, because beach.) THE BOY (Shirtless, with flip-flops and incredibly short trunks that the girl had ying around, for whatever reason.)
TIME - Well into the afternoon, but nowhere near early evening. The sun shines brilliantly upon the beach-goers.
“Aaaah, finally! We’re here, Bug!” The girl put her hands on her hips, and pushed out her chest triumphantly as she and the boy finally stepped onto the beach, gazing out towards the ocean and all the other beach-goers.
“we are.” The boy concurred, his hands remaining right where they were.
“After several hours of briskly walking, and a slight interruption from a weirdly-full-of-blood undead spirit that went berserk and killed its own summoner before turning and charging us in a foolish attempt to tear our heads off to offer our skulls as tribute to a long-forgotten deity of decay, we’ve finally made it to the beach!”
“i know. i was there.”
“It’s weird how talkative that undead spirit was.” A genuinely thoughtful and confused expression befell her face.
“yes. that struck me as odd as well.” The boy did the same. Which, in his case, meant that his eyebrows got a bit closer.
“Yeah, that normally doesn’t happen.” The girl nodded. “Normally they’re all ‘bleuehhhh’ and stuff.” She did some movements and facial expressions to accompany her auditory examples.
“interesting. can you summon undead spirits?”
“Oh yeah. Can’t control them for crap, though. Most of the time they just turn around and try to eat me. Still kinda fun, though.”
“noted.”
“Great.” The girl gave one final nod. “ANYWAYS! ONWARD!”
"onward to where."
"... Pretty much just further onto the sand." With her final rousing words, the girl lead the way, and the boy followed.
As the two proceeded deeper onto the beach, the girl's posture and presence began to change. She took a moment to shake off her usual look- the one of boundless, free-flying malice directed at all of existence, and repced it with something decidedly more beachy.
She narrowed her eyes and sharpened her grin. She leaned her body forward just a little bit as she walked. Her tongue occasionally glided over the surface of her lips in almost serpentine fashion. Her hands were pced firmly in the front pocket of her sweater, and a soft yet dark, throaty chuckle occasionally escaped her lips, as her eyes leapt from target to target...
"there is something peculiar about these beach goers." Noted the boy, who did not seem to care in the least about the girl's change in posture. "the average amount of toned muscuture and other traits in line with conventional attractiveness is unusually high. and the decision to wear armor to a beach perplexes me. are there dangers here that i am unaware of?"
"Yes, there are. The likelyhood this pce gets attacked by a tentacled sea monster or something to that effect within the next half hour or so is pretty much a guarantee." She briefly tilted her head towards the boy, though she kept the smirk and the gre-eyes.
"oh." The boy would have preferred not to be shirtless and defenseless.
"And, as for the first question, my dear Bug, that's because each and every horny bastard on this here beach is a bona-fide adventurer." The girl leered at the people as though they were prey. "Sword-swingin', magic-shootin', other stuff-doin' eternally horny adrenaline junkies, the lot of them. There isn't anyone else in the world dumb enough to brave the wilds on top of all the dangers lurking just off the coast to throw their pants off and publically flirt and get sand up their holes in the middle of autumn." Her neck snapped towards the boy, and a manic look emerged upon her eyes. "HERE'S THE FIRST THING YOU MUST UNDERSTAND ABOUT ADVENTURERS, BUG! THEY INVARIABLY LOVE BEACHES!"
"adventurers love beaches. noted." The boy decided to try out repeating things he's committing to memory, just to see what that's like. Maybe he'll do it some more, going forward.
"It's really their perfect location all the horny exhibitionist bastards can reveal themselves without any legal consequences, and all the never-take-armor-off-even-when-asleep prudes get to feel justified whenever some sea monster creeps up onto the shore. Even in the dead of winter, me-brained adventurers flock to pces like this and rub each other and talk about their stupid, terrible backstories."
"is that what we are going to do?" The boy tilted his head.
"No! We're not like them. We're WINNERS. Well, I'm a winner. You're just here." She nods.
"okay."
"Nay, Bug, we're above their pathetic desires...
We're just here to leer at people."
