Day at the Beach [Social, anyone can join!]

The sun was bright above her and the crashing of the ocean could be heard clearly.  The briny smell of the ocean wafted into her nose as she let out a big, bright smile.  It wasn't very often that she got to use her airship to bring her to a vacation spot such as the Crescent Isle.  A cool wind blew from the ocean, forcing Anastasia to place her hand upon her hat to stop it from flying away.  Her other hand was occupied with a beach towel, a massive parasol and a basket filled with stuff needed for the beach.  She extended the invitation for this holiday to her friends in her team; though she isn't certain if they would accept the invite. People of all shapes and sizes were playing in the sands and the waters of the beach.  Taking a step onto the sand, she felt the warmth of the sun under her feet.  She curled her toes in the sand, feeling each grain between her toes.  She continued to walk through the sands until she found a clear spot, resting all of the items upon the shifting floor.  She stuck the parasol into the sand and spread out her extremely large towel, throwing around grains that stuck themselves to the towel.  She gently placed her basket next to the base of the parasol and took a seat upon the towel.   Anastasia dug into her basket and pulled out sunscreen, slathering a bit of it into her left hand and began to apply it over her body.  She avoided the parts that her bikini was covering already, not wanting to give people a free show.  She was dressed in a white bikini with salmon-colored flowers all over it.  She had a relatively nice figure, not nearly as nice as most mages unfortunately.  The hat she wore upon entering found it's way on top of her basket as she looked around while applying the sunscreen.   Today was a beautiful day for the beach.

OOC:  If anyone wants to join, feel free!  :D
Bikinis/Beach attire required though!
Let's try to keep this PG-13? lol

Mammon was on a beach blanket which was on the ground , with stones on each of the four corners, He brought himself A Cooking stove, Grilling stove, A pot with Fish, Put with Meats, Rabbits, and his most favorite, already cooked Hot Steamy Clam Chowder which was a massive pot, which he poured from on his bowl. Got a spoon and Dug in. His shiny golden/blondish hair shined brightly under the sun. He made sure to make it smooth and shiny and Soft. he washed it Eight hours a day. it was also Waist length. His eyes narrowed as he observed the water. Disgusting water, his body was nicely toned, Six packs surprising, and he was wearing red trunks. He smiled the soup and then starting digging in his clam Chowder.

Almyra stepped out of a changing hut thingy wearing her new swimsuit. Ana had rather strongly suggested that she get one, so she did. Luckily they had them available on the beach for purchase. This was probably the first time any of her friends had seen her without her cloak on, instead she hugged it to her chest, folded rather neatly. She looked around and spotted Ana putting on sunscreen, but decided not to go join her. She had never worn sunscreen in the desert, and didn't see much reason to wear it now. She walked along the beach, enjoying the warm weather and smell of the ocean. She couldn't swim, but that didn't bother her too much, she just had to make sure not to go too far into the water. She looked down at her footprints with a smile. It reminded her of her home, which brought back more memories, happy ones, but still, that brought back other less pleasant ones. The smile faded and she hugged her cloak tighter. She had made herself sad again, but still, with the soft sand on her feet and nice ocean breeze, her sorrow wasn't too bad. She found a spot to sit down, spread her cloak out and then sat on it, bringing her knees up to her chest and trying to bring her mind off her sister. With the beautiful view and soothing sounds of the ocean, she was able to do so, and her smile bloomed once again.

Daemon yawned softly as he sat on a rock facing the ocean under a bamboo umbrella holding a small fishing rod. This island reminded the young lunar mage about his home Midi which caused him to smile fondly  at the open cove an the sea beyond. Daemon's eyes slowly moved down to his fishing pole and grimaced  at the fact that he had yet to acquire some fish for his dinner. Daemon sighed and threw the rod away to the sands next to the rock  and stood up  dusting off his black swim trunks and smirked slightly as he grabbed his katana and took a few steps back than rushed forward and jumped into the sea.

Daemon landed roughly in eight foot water and proceeded to swim out farther  until he met face to face with a large eel. Daemon smirked hungrily as he and the eel glared viciously at each other both licking their lips at the thought of devouring the other. Though being in the ocean left Daemon at a hefty disadvantage  as the eel shot at him and smacked him back to the shallow waters behind him.  Daemon was sent up to the surface and proceeded to skip across the water like a stone. Until he slammed into the beach and crashed  into a white haired mocha skin woman wearing a bandaged bikini top and bottom with a headdress with crimson red hair attached who promptly glares at Daemon and kicked him back into the ocean with her left leg.

Daemon groaned as he landed in the surf and slowly got up and cracked his back and neck before glaring at the woman who pulled out a kanebo war club while cursing at him in midian . Daemon smirked savagely and drew his katana before stabing the sheath into the ground next to him. "Let's see what you got Hime-san."

What a great day for the beach! Half naked women galore! Deadpool had heard that people were gathering at the beach, possibly for a party, and had decided to head out for it without a moments notice. The extremely scarred man had heard there was a requirement of bikinis, and had dutifully followed the rules of the day. Mask still on, as his face was like two avocados had had hate sex and his head was the result, the man strutted his stuff as he wore the one size too small bikini that he had found to match his normal suit.

It seemed a few people had already began to gather around each other; two woman, a couple that seemed about ready to figh, and some odd, little, man with clam chowder that seemed to be more intent on food than anything going on around him right now. Seeing one of the woman applying sunscreen, he walked her way as he gave a thumbs up behind him; though no one was behind him to see it, was there?

Upon arriving close enough he spoke softly enough to be heard, and as charming as he could sound. "May I assist in applying the sunscreen to your back, M'lady?" A half graceful bow would happen as he reached a hand out in offering to take the bottle so that he could do what he was offering to do.

appearance:

It had almost seemed like a life goal to go around from place to place and see the world for what it was; in its best and its worst. She didn't see anything outside of Cedar but a large, vast ocean and the seemingly endless land that stretched past her farm growing up. Ever since she left, she had seen the ugliest and most wondrous things at the least Fiore had to offer for her. After all of that however, it seemed to bug her that she had not come to see all of Fiore, which included some of the islands. This one she was told was famous for its wonderful beach, and by God did she almost neeever get the chance to go to a beach at all, no sarcasm intended. Mostly with it being the large amount of work, there was never time until the weather was rather against that kind of clothing without succumbing to frostbite or hypothermia, or both if you were stupid enough.

Before even steeping onto the sandy shores, Sasha found it a bit more enjoyable at the moment to stand on the boardwalk nearby and gaze at the people all around and interacting with one another. Of course, some a little more bizarre than others... Some even seeking to be itching for a fight, the red head sighed and smiled while she enjoyed herself for the time being. It were times like these that made her want to go back to the Rune Knights; keeping people safe so they could enjoy themselves like they were now. Even without being one though, she could still do that the way she wanted but to her own accord now. One day though, she'll go back. It was only really a matter of time.

While gazing at people back and forth, she seemed to pause at the sight of a rather well developed woman starting to cover herself in sunscreen. She raised a brow as a masked man had walked up to her... In uh.. Umm.. Bikini? It surely was the oddest damn thing this farm girl had ever seen before. Of course, that could just be a distraction towards some kind of more nefarious plot, she shook it off as nothing else really happening but just trying to get close.

For Sasha, the other scene that had got her a little more worried was the little girl with darker colored skin, rather cute looking in her swimsuit, and hugging onto some kind of clothing it seemed, though she could be wrong. She hoped the wooden rail like side guard and plopped into the sand, sinking just a little from all her weight pushing in before she would make her way to the girl, speaking up nice and comfortingly before she would attempt to touch the girls shoulder. "Howdy, kiddo. Y'all wouldn't happen to be trying to find someone, would you? Ya looked a little scared and I can't leave an adorable lookin' kid alone. Want any help or just some company?" She tried not to push herself onto the girl and make her uncomfortable, but of course she probably already was, hugging that clothing in her arms while her little Bunbun (Buneary pet) would skitter up behind her and plop onto her left shoulder, waving and laying out on her shoulder facing the girl. "There ya are, buddy! What I tell you 'bout runnin' off, knucklehead?" Sasha would giggle and rub the bunnies head, too bias towards her love of bunnies to be mad at her companion.

The smell of something nice wafted into her nostrils coming from a blonde with hair equally as long as hers.  His hair looked very nice, as if it was washed and cleaned regularly.  Though, if people were to wash it and clean it for too long, the oils in the hair would be stripped and it would leave the hair weak and frail; to dry out and fray at the ends leaving some really nasty split-ends.  A strange thought flew into Anastasia's head.  ~Does he wash his hair in his soup?~ Questions for later. While she was putting sunblock on her stomach and thighs, she let her eyes scan the horizon to notice a few silly things.  A dark-haired man was running around with his sword and his swimming trunks.  Something was extremely curious about this one.  Certainly people need protection, even in places like this, but to be completely paranoid as to bring your weapon out with you on the beach.  Then a thought occurred in her head.  The salt of the water wouldn't be very healthy for the blade!  She reached out a bit as if to stop the atrocity she was witnessing but pulled back as she realized that she didn't have all of her sunscreen on.  That's a draw-back to being as pale as she was.  Her eyes followed the man as he got into a battle with something only to get thrown around into another woman, then back to the ocean he went.   Anastasia lifted her hand up to her lips and chuckled a bit.  What a funny man he was; unfortunate, but his circumstances were funny.  Poor soul.  She needs to speak with that man sometime.  Her eyes brought her to where Almyra was.  She did accept the invitation!  Anastasia shouted out and raised her left hand up in the air to get her attention.  "Come here, Almy!  Let's sit together!" she shouted trying to get her attention.  She had already made a spot for herself, but why so far away?  It was then that Ana realized that Almy wasn't constantly in her cloak, revealing what she looked like beneath it all.  Ana squealed a bit in delight!   Almyra is so CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE! It was then that another person approached her, causing her to squeeze the hand that held the bottle of sunscreen, squirting some of the protective rub over her cleavage before turning to look at the masked figure.  Certainly, Ana was in quite the suggestive position as her eyes scanned over the masked figure for a moment.  It took her brain a moment to calculate what she's seeing.  A man in a size-too-tight swimsuit and that bulge!  Her eyes drifted back upwards to the masked man, not knowing about the lotion splattered over her chest.  "You want to lotion up my back?  Well," she said before looking around for a moment.   A foxy grin came across Anastasia's lips as she moved her legs to where she's sitting on her legs and turned her back to the masked man.  She gathered her hair into one spot and threw the rest of her hair over her shoulder to expose her back.  With a single motion, she unclasped her bikini top and let the back and straps fall over her shoulder, holding her bikini top up with her hands upon her breasts.  It was at this moment, she realized the sunblock on her chest.  She turned to look towards Deadpool with innocent eyes; the lotion still splattered over her chest in it's still-suggestive manner.  "This is my first time.  Please be gentle," she asked for a moment, letting Deadpool's eyes wander for a moment before turning her back to him once again.  She dropped the bottle of sunscreen next to her legs.  "Oops, I dropped that. Could you pick it up?" ~Yes, touch me you pervert.  You do and I'll send you to the moon.  Mwahahahaha.~ Anastasia's internal monologue is scary.

Status:  Being a tease!

Almyra had gotten rather comfy on top of her cloak on the beach and was mid-yawn as another woman approached her, asking if she was looking for someone. She shook her head. Sasha said that she seemed scared apparently, though Almy wasn't sure how she looked scared. Perhaps she was curled up a bit more than one would normally be when sitting on the beach, but that was just the way she liked to sit, or rather had learned to sit in a rather compact position so that all of her would remain under her cloak all comfy and cozy. "One of my friends is over there." She said, pointing to Ana, then waving to her. She wasn't sure why she decided not to sit with her, though if she had she probably wouldn't have met this new woman. Though it seemed she would have met the rather strange man wearing a bikini and mask. Ana seemed to go back to putting her sunscreen on, and removing her bikini, probably so the man could put some on her back for her. That seemed rather nice of him.

She was rather surprised when something landed on her shoulder. She let out a little noise of surprise, but looked to see it was only a harmless bunny and smiled at it, picking it up in her arms, if it would let her and hugging it gently. She smiled up at Sasha. "You can sit with me." She said. "I like your little friend." She pet the bunny and yawned again, growing sleepy with the warm sun on her skin. She was rather intrigued by Sasha's manner of speech. She hadn't really heard someone talk like that before.

Not a care in the world to what was going on. He was simply eating his lovely soup and eating himself. He payed no attention to the women no matter how big those breasts were. He gave to shits about those heavy loads that hurt your back. He had his soup and he was in peace. In peace and he could enjoy himself. He slurped on the soup and kept eating it.

Metal clashing against metal can be heard as Daemon and the woman ran up and down the beach clashing against each other both with savage smirks on their faces as they traded blows. The woman spoke again in midian while parrying most of Daemon's strikes  yet gaining a few new cuts on her stomach and forearms. Daemon growled at her comment. MY MOTHER WAS NOT A FILTHY MONGREL YOU BLOOD SUCKING TEN DOLLAR WHORE!!" He said as his bloodlust rapidly spiked causing his body to become far more feral in appearance . The woman 's head slowly fell as a fiery aura began to erupt from her body  as he club suddenly became consumed by flames. The woman rushed at Daemon and slammed her club into his left side sending him flying to the other side of the beach before she rushed after him.

Daemon grabbed his side and quickly recovered in the air before landing on his feet as a few small bumps appeared on his sides. Daemon smirked at the woman rushing at him. That was a nice hit hime." Daemon shouted in a Midian accent as he rushed at the woman and slashed at her side which was blocked before Daemon appeared behind her and launched her up into the air with a flurry of kicks before sending her flying into the masked man by accident.  The woman groaned and looked at the masked man and proceeded hurl slightly in her mouth than ran back to Daemon with an indignant look on her face. Daemon looked at the woman with a confused look until she punched him in the stomach.

With a growl the woman spoke softly to him in midian which caused the usually stoic Daemon to laugh a little at her choice of words before he calmly asked the woman if she wanted to go fishing. The woman slowly blinked and nodded slightly before whispering somethin to him as she headed off to the rock where Daemon was sitting earlier. Daemon stood there with a shell shocked look on his face as the girl had a wooden charm on her wrist. Daemon rushed over to his katana's sheath and quickly sheathed his blade before following the girl and sat under the umbrella next to her as they began to converse in midian.

Her blonde hair swishing behind her back the young woman walked down towards the beach. It was a sunny day with the rays of light flickering off the lips of the waves as they crashed against the sand that had accumulated on the beach. It was warm out, something that the girl had missed in the days of snow and ice. Her skin was pale from the lack of the said sun and she wanted to be able to be out in the sun until she was once again tan, however she knew that her skin would never tan. It was a attribute that she had accepted when she realized that dead skin could not tan. That didn't stop the angel though. She was going to be at the beach even if she left there red skinned, which she knew would also not happen. Nothing ever happened to her skin.

With a beach gown thrown over her slim and petite body the angel made her way down the beach, the salt tainted water licking at her feet. She was wearing a white sun dress and her swimming suit was found under it. The breeze from the sea was washing over her and she could feel the salt tainting her skin, making it sticky as she walked. She had been walking alone for some time and noticed people that were playing around. Was this a resort of some kind? Or a designated area for the beach.

Whatever it was it didn't matter once the angel could smell the food that she saw now was higher up on the sand.

Brandy slowly walked down the scorching sidewalk that ran along one of the Crescent Isle's seawalls. Her body slouched, her ears drooped, and a prominent frown hung gloomily on her muzzle. Despite the gorgeous scenery of the beaches and the ocean, Brandy struggled lifting her spirits. Scenes from the past week replayed in her head. Her church excommunicated her and she was ridiculed so heavily that she decided to leave her home town of Cedar. Even her mother suggested she leave.

She paused in the middle of the sidewalk and bit her lip as tears started welling up behind her eyes, a feeling that was becoming too familiar for her liking. It isn't my fault that I've always wanted to be a girl, she thought to herself. I was born with these feelings.

She shook her head in an attempt to rid the negative thought from her psyche and continued walking with a faster, more upbeat pace. After several minutes, an intriguing, colorful sign caught the vixen's eye. "Beach Social. If anyone wants to join, feel free! Bikinis/Beach attire required though!"

Brandy's ears perked up at the idea of a social. It's exactly what she needed to cheer herself up, but her heart skipped a beat as she read the last line a second time. Small droplets of sweat formed on her forehead and she paced back and forth while pressing her index fingers together. B-bikinis? she blushed. I mean, yeah, I'm a girl now, but I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.

Brandy glanced down at the beach and noticed a plethora of people scurrying about with warm smiles. She knew she needed this. She knew she needed social interaction. She closed her eyes and released a short sigh. "Alright, let's do this," she said aloud.

Brandy pinpointed a swimwear shop on the beach in the style of a tiki hut. A sign hanging under the shop's straw roof read, "Crazy Cresselia's Swimwear." Brandy chuckled, thinking the name Cresselia sounded cute. Not wasting any time, she stepped inside the shop.

As Brandy opened the door, she triggered a small, brass bell that hung in the air. The bell alerted the cashier of Brandy's presence. "Welcome to Crazy Cresselia's Swimwear! How may I help you?" the cashier said with her back turned. After she finished sorting jewels in the cash register, she faced Brandy. The young girl had pale skin, pink hair, and colored contacts that matched her hair. She wore a bikini with an off-blue bottom and a cream-colored top.

"Hi, I'm looking for a bikini," she said cheerily.

"A bikini? Sorry, but we don't have anything for your kind," she spat. Brandy drew back, her ears folding downward. "Besides, doesn't your kind prefer to run around naked?"

"That's enough!" a firm voice shouted from the back of the store. Both Brandy and the cashier jumped in surprise from the abruptness of the comment. A middle-aged woman with light skin and turquoise hair and eyes walked toward the two women. She wore a bikini as well with a dark-purple bottom and a cream-colored top. Despite being older, the bikini still flattered the woman. "Forgive my daughter for her rudeness," she apologized to Brandy. "She still has a lot to learn."

"It's okay! I'm getting used to it," Brandy lied.

A sad expression consumed the older woman's face and she replied, "To be insulted so regularly that one claims that they are 'getting used to it' is a sad sign that our world needs help." Brandy was taken aback by the wisdom in this woman's words. What's someone like this doing here selling binkinis? Brandy wondered silently. "I'm Cresselia and I'm the owner of this shop," Cresselia welcomed. You said that you were looking for a bikini correct?"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" Brandy stuttered.

Cresselia motioned with her right hand and said, "Then follow me." Brandy shadowed the mysterious woman around the store. "I'm sorry to say that we don't have any bikini bottoms with a hole in it to account for your tail."

Brandy patted one of her daggers with her left hand. "Oh, don't worry. I have a solution for that."

Cresselia turned around and noticed what Brandy was doing and laughed. "Yes, I suppose that would work. Might I ask what size you are?"

Brandy smiled. "I'm a six."

Cresselia laughed a second time. "Well, my dear, I am jealous." Cresselia made her way to a section in the right of the store and rummaged through a rack with Brandy close behind. "Do you have any colors or designs that you'd prefer."

"A simple solid purple would be nice, like what you are wearing."

"Good choice!" Cresselia picked one that matched Brandy's specifications and asked, "Does this one work, my dear?"

Brandy nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'll buy it. Do you mind me using your dressing room to 'fix' the bikini bottom?" she asked while pointing at a dagger.

"Of course! Let my daughter check you out first."

Cresselia's daughter complained, "But Mom, she's a..."

"Hush child!" Cresselia cut her daughter off. "She's just as much of a human as you and me and she deserves our respect."

Brandy was stunned by their argument. No one had stood up for her the way Cresselia was since before her transformation. Cresselia's daughter scowls. "Yes ma'am." Brandy grabbed the dark-purple bikini and walked over to the cash register. Cresselia's daughter took it and rang it up. "40 jewels," she mumbled dejectedly. At first, Brandy thought the daughter overcharged her because she was a vixen, but she realized that prices were always higher in tourist attractions.

Despite her crude comments, Brandy smiled at Cresselia's daughter."Thank you." Cresselia's daughter returned the product to Brandy and Brandy walked to the dressing room, preparing her dagger. Once inside, she cut a small hole in the back of the bikini bottom, a procedure that she was accustomed to. After several minutes, she worked her bushy tail through the tiny opening and changed into her new bikini. Brandy turned her body several ways while gazing into the mirror and she grinned. "I'm so glad I'm a girl," she whispered. "I look great in this." With one final nod of approval, Brandy picked up her backpack, stepped out of the dressing room, and moved to exit the store. "Bye," she sang while waving to Cresselia.

"Goodbye, my dear," she responded. "You look great in that by the way."

"Thanks!" Brandy left the store oozing confidence, ready to meet new people.

Anastasia casually waited for Deadpool to put sunscreen upon her back only to hear a loud thud from behind her.  She turned her head to witness a woman flying straight into Deadpool, crashing head-on into the man.  With a groan, held her bikini up on her chest with a single arm and grumbled at the two.  They seemed to have landed in a rather precarious position.  She puffed her cheeks out slightly and turned to look towards where the woman went flying from only for her eyes to settle upon Daemon.  All she wanted was sunscreen placed upon her back, but that must have been too much to ask for.   Now she was in kind of a pickle.  If she were to fix her bikini top, she would be giving those in attendance a free show.  But she doesn't want to hold up her bikini top the whole time.  Then a thought occurred and Anastasia took one of her better assets, her hair, and placed it over her chest.  The copious amount of hair was enough to block any perverse gaze towards her less-than-large proportions upon her chest.  Her hair covered up her chest, allowing her to move her arm from her chest and clasped the bikini behind her back before pulling it up and into position.  Afterward, she adjusted her breasts to look more full and attempt to make it look bigger than normal.   Once her top was on, she stood up and began to walk towards the source of the woman flying and found herself in front of Daemon Spade and flung her hair over her shoulders to reveal her modest chest towards Daemon.  Her hair floated like feathers down her back, extending all the way down to beyond her rear end.  "You just got rid of the person putting sunblock on me," she said.  If Daemon's eyes began to wander, he would notice that there was sunblock that didn't get rubbed in still upon her cleavage.  Anastasia noticed this after a brief moment and her face turned red in a deep blush.   With that, she turned around and sat upon her heels, trying to hide herself as she began to rub the rest of the sunblock into her body, making it look less perverse.  And if Daemon's eyes continued to wander, he'd be able to see Anastasia's rear end rather clearly; thankfully she was wearing a swimsuit or this could have gotten even more awkward.  Afterward, Anastasia stood up and turned to look back towards Daemon.  "Ignore what you saw just now, alright?" she requested from the man with still-reddened cheeks.   "But now that you knocked out the guy that was to put sunblock on my back," she said as she attempted to reach in towards the man and grab him by the hand.  "It's your turn.  And don't get any perverted ideas now," she said as she then started to pull him back towards her towel.  As she pulled Daemon back towards her towel, she noticed that Mr. Soup had company.  Well, he was a good looking guy, so it doesn't surprise her that he had been approached by a beautiful woman.  Someone even more beautiful than Anastasia was.  This caused Anastasia to stop for a while and stare at Alyia for a moment.   "Hey, look," she stated towards Daemon and signaled to him to look towards the beautiful blonde.  "She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Oh, this could be taken as a loaded/trick question; but then again, Daemon also had no obligation to please Anastasia.  Shaking her head, bringing herself back to reality, she returned to tugging Daemon back towards her towel.

OOC:  Skipping people because they are taking too long.

(This what's gonna happen. When Mammon is finally approached. My next post will be longer.)



Any form of ability that Mammon had at seeking women. Was tossed quite quickly out of the window. The woman would would slowly be coming next to him would have her existence ignored by him. He kept eating soup. He didn't care for boobies at the moment. He wanted to simply enjoy peace by himself.

Daemon smiled and continued to chat with his friend about his travels and asked how her father was doing back home. The girl smiled at the stories and told Daemon that her father was well yet continued to harp on about finding someone to settle down with. This made Daemon laugh about how he remember her father making jokes about her marrying him when they got older. The girl blushed and punched him in his automail arm stating that if he ever brought that up again she would rip his arm off and shove it into his anal orifice. Daemon laughed and patted her back. Just because were friends Rinkah-chan doesn't mean I wouldn't break your arm " Daemon said in Midian as the woman know known as Rinkah smirked and stated that she would gladly do the same as payback. Daemon smirked but that smirk quickly turned into a frown as he sensed a presence next to them. He turned his head and got a face full of boobs which nearly caused him to have a nosebleed.


Daemon grimaced as he was pulled away from Rinkah and dragged along the beach by his arm; luckily though he had a plan to make sure that he could spend more time with his friend before helping out the large breasted woman. A whimper could heard from behind Anastasia as what she thought was Daemon's arm was actually a wolf's tail. Daemon was very particular on who he allowed to touch him even if they are a half naked woman having trouble with her Bikini top and just showed him her tits accidently . Daemon smiled as he appeared out of Rinkah's shadow and smirked to the woman. I'll help you in a second miss I just want to tell my friend where to find me in the future. " Daemon smiled and turned to Rinkah and told her that if she ever needed to contact him from Midi. Rinkah nodded and gave Daemon a hug then stood up and ran off into the trees to the other side of the island. Daemon smiled as she left and headed over to help the half naked woman from before. Daemon stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets. So what can I do to help you miss Anastasia Isayev"Daemon did know who the woman was in terms of her magic and name yet he didn't have a face to match to his files.

Alyia indeed got her food. It was a sweetened crepe that was decorated in chocolate strawberries and bananas. With a fork in her left hand and the plate in her right the girl cut a piece of the crepe off and popped it into her mouth. It was blissful. Her eyes closed and the girl smiled sheepishly as a soft hum of contentment escaped her lips. Beautiful. The world never seemed so perfect. She had her food and she was alone in that of a blue sky and a warm sea breeze brushing up against her skin. The blonde haired girl opened her eyes and looked down at the food, she was still in her sun dress nothing but her arms and shoulders in the sun. The crystal blue orbs of the blonde looked around trying to find a spot to sit so that she could enjoy her food even more.

There was one that was much evident to the mage as she looked around. It was next to a blonde haired man who too was enjoying his meal. That spot seemed just right as he seemed to have the same idea as the angel. Enjoying food without a care in the world. With her blissful food and a graceful foot Alyia made her way over to him and made her seat next to him. She paid no attention to the man as she took another bite of her food. She was in no mood for conversation she merely just wanted to eat and be happy.

The crystal-blue sky stretched out like an endless canvas eager to show off its glistening beauty to the casual beach-goers. It was late morning, meaning that there were still ample hours to have a good time. The sun beat down on Brandy's reddish fur, warming and soothing her body. She raised her arms in the air and released a lengthy, content sigh. It's time to meet new friends, she thought happily.

Brandy gazed around the beach in search of someone new to meet. A plethora of people scampered about performing activities of all kinds. To her left, a group of guys and girls played volleyball and to her right, a mother played with her toddler in the ocean. In her line of sight, four people intrigued her. They were different than the others, for she sensed magical energy coming from them. Two stood by a beach towel, one wearing a white bikini set with a peach-colored petal design and the other having what looked like two robotic arms. The other two sat together in the distance, eating. One was an attractive, blond man wearing red trunks that showed off his six-pack. He was surrounded by cooking equipment. The other was a gorgeous blonde woman, whose skin shimmered in a snowy beauty. The poor thing is going to get burned to a crisp.

Her sensitive ears twitched. "So what can I do to help you miss Anastasia Isayev?" she heard the man with the mechanical arms say. Brandy's eyes widened. Anastasia Isayev: she had heard that name before around Cedar, a righteous wizard known to want to make the world a better place. Brandy wanted to meet her.

Excitement built inside her as she made her way toward them. She grinned. It was rare for Brandy to meet someone beloved by the people. "Excuse me," she called to them while waving her left arm. "Are you Anastasia Isayev?" A large smile shone on Brandy's face.

Ruby thought it would be a good idea to have some fun in the sun, this was one of the only times someone wouldn't see her wear a long classic dress in public. As she was at the beach and changed into her bikini people would see her slender yet curvaceous body for someone who is  sixteen. She would be sporting a black and red Bikini with it having three red bows one going down the middle and two at the side at the bottom, with it also having a red outline with it being tied together across her neck going over her breast within a cross shape but other and that most of the bikini was black.

As she was dressed she goes outside with her now being on the beach, where she would enjoy the sun as much as she could.  It was a little hot as she would buy herself an ice pop which was blue as she started to eat it, many boys would be looking at her as she was eating the ice pop, she would go over to a free spot where she could place a towel down on the sand lying down onto the towel placing some sun cream next to her getting ready to put it on.

She would start to rub the sun cream up and down her legs with the boys around not letting there eye's move from her as she was doing this.

Almy's new friend seemed to have stopped... everything. Just frozen there, her little bunny friend, too. The dark-skinned girl was a bit perplexed by this, but decided that Sasha would be fine. She looked around. There were more people on the beach now, and a lot of people gathered around Ana, along with some other people putting on sunscreen. Almyra was glad she didn't really get sunburn, in part thanks to her skin color, but her magic generally helped out a lot with it as well. Or well, if she did get burned, she would recover rather quickly, and she didn't have to worry about any of the nasty effects of it that came later in life. She got up and picked up her cloak before scurrying over to her friend. Ever clumsy, it seemed, she tripped and fell as she reached Anastasia, falling onto her own stomach, right across Ana's back" "Oof!" Of course, with the fall came a face plant right into the sand. Luckily she managed to close her eyes as she landed so they weren't filled with sand. She was rather tough though, so landing in the sand didn't really hurt her. Besides, the sand here was nice and soft compared to the sand at home. She picked herself up, brushing the sand from her face and spitting it out before getting on her knees and smiling at Ana. "Hi Ana."

A dark-skinned newcomer carrying a cloak darted toward Brandy, Anatasia, and the black haired, battle-scared man. Her youthful, innocent appearance made Brandy wonder if she was under aged and as she approached them, she tripped and fell across Anatasia's back, getting a mouth full of sand. Brandy's eyes widened and her face gave off a motherly concern. She shivered because she knew how unpleasant a mouth full of sand can be. The tanned girl stood up and cleaned herself up. She opened her eyes, revealing a sparkling amethyst tone, a color that Brandy found gorgeous. The girl knelt beside Anatasia and chirped, "Hi Ana." Still griped by her motherly instincts, Brandy let out a sigh of relief and thought, Phew! She's okay.

Daemon Looked At Anastasia and actually laughed at her comment of sending him flying to the moon. To most people that would be one of the worst possible ways to die but for him it would be a dream come true. Daemon was quickly brought out of his musing as he finished applying suntan lotion to Anastasia's back by a small child wearing a cloak brilliant face plant in front of them before looking up at Anastasia and saying hi. Daemon smiled slightly and walked over to the child and offered her a hand up. I give you an A for effort but a C for the landing. " Daemon said with a chuckle before walking back over to Anastasia and the others before turning his attention to the fox hybrid . Daemon walked over to her and scratched his chin . How is Ardere doing these days Miss Infinity Hydra ? He asked calmly as he stared at her waiting for a response.