Beach Bum's Back Home

[Dust]

She had on a yellow polka-dot bikini and sunglasses with thick red rims. Her long dirty blonde hair fell around her shoulders in curls and spirals. She started out at the relatively empty beach, the sun breaching the horizon and reminding the world that the new day always comes. She was hoping to nab the best spot a girl can get, for reasons she would later reveal to her friends and friends only. For now, the only people on the beach were the lifeguards, an ambulance, and a-!!

Right there on the edge of the water, there was a small crowd of secondaries, milling at the edge of some police tape that roped off the immediate area. A light on top of a beach vehicle swirled, red light washed over the people for a second before sweeping away like a fast-moving lighthouse.

When Janet moved over she could see the handsome face of a large man being turned up and a lifeguard-type pressing her lips into his and blowing. The well-built chest of the man expanded before she stopped, then she went back to pumping his heart with the flat of her palms. “One, two, three.” she pinched his nose and blew back into his lungs. This went on as it has been for a good 3 more minutes, her colleagues starting to think the man wasn’t coming back,

Then suddenly a gasp of air escaped the huge man.

Dust breathed out, and then breathed in, his eyes slamming open and focusing on the colorful sky of the beach for a long moment before he became aware of several things. One, he surrounded by people. Civilians and medics, and one stormtrooper. The next thing he felt was power coursing through his body, someone has been making lip contact with him, quite a bit actually. He let his head lull before his eyes came to a pretty woman in a long brown ponytail. He felt his cheeks turn hot as he imagined her being the one that was kissing him.

“You’re alright, thank Omni.” She said, touching her hand to her chest and sitting down properly.

The rest of the crowd was also relieved, apparently, many of them have been holding their breath this whole time.

[Dust]

After coughing up several cups of saltwater through his nose or throat, especially after being told that his life had been saved by the pretty woman on the beach, Dust found himself absently thanking the woman and nodding when everyone asked him if he was okay and if he thought he was okay. He was having a hard time breathing, but he wasn't dying! He raised his hand up at the last person he could stand asking him if he was okay, offering them the signature smile the lycanthrope Prime was known for throughout Dante's Abyss. "Thank you, really. I appreciate all this concern, but I am fine. I just had a delay reaction, promise." He then looked around, smiling at any straggling people who'd stayed behind to make sure the prime was fine. They weren't all powerhouse bad guys.

He noticed after too long that someone was missing. How attached he must have gotten to the Doll to immediately be thrown into chaos after ensuring the crowd that he was okay over the missing man. "W-Wait..." He turned to the lifeguards. "Did... Did you by chance find someone else with me?" He asked, vaguely remembering a shape and trying to reach it. He remembered vividly that he was trying to fight the ocean to save Hoseki.

"Someone else?" The woman asked, her face twisted up in worry, she turned to her partner.

Who shook his head. "I'm afraid not, sir. You are the only wash-up we've come across this morning."

Dust's thick shoulders sank with a surprising amount of speed. His eyes lowered, and he looked at the sands that he sat on. He slowly began to think about Jewel's medium being sand or earth. He was starting to hope he'd see one of those odd ghost things but nothing such happened. What has happened to him, Dust wondered. "What will happen if I can't find him.."

After a long pause, the larger lifeguard man who had pulled him out of the water finally spoke up. "What happened, to you, by the way?"

Dust's long hair shook as he looked up, "Huh?" Surprised jumped into his face. "Oh! Well I was trying to save my Doll, and I guess we got washed out to sea... I was looking for him when I blacked out."

The term Doll seemed off putting to the rest of them. Especailly for such a muscular man as Hokori. Regardless, the looks they shared, the man finally answered. "Well... If you've lost something important to you and there's nothing you can do, maybe The Advengers can help."

[Dust]

The locals had to not only explain to Dust who The Avengers were, what they did, and how easy it was to reach them but also had to draw him a map and explain where to go to find them. Even then, the Beach Bum Prime was at a loss. But with the crudly drawn map on the back of a spare receipt from some shop in town in hand and a wave to everyone Lycan stuffed his hands in his pockets and began his slow walk to the docks with the rising sun at his back.

His head pounded but he couldn't tell you if that was because of the drinking he'd attempted last night, a large amount of saltwater he forced down his throat, or his fight with the ocean during a rough storm! He rubbed his head and slicked back his hair while he tried to think of the closest place to get a hot meal. Maybe one that can spare a couple of aspirin and maybe a raw egg...

Dust pushed his hand back into the trunks, finding his fingers squishing against something unfamiliar to him in his pocket. When he pulled it out he realized it was his phone and laughed at himself, shaking his head and letting the salt-crusted strands fall back into his face. A shower was next on the list... In fact, he stopped and gave a glance around, sure there had to be a shower for this very reason somewhere close by. He spotted it with a smirk and headed straight in that direction!

How did a man as large as Hokori fit into that tiny thing was a mystery. But he did, and he removed the only piece of clothing he had and tossed it over the door. He realized a moment too late his phone was in his hand, shaking his head he put it down on the inside bench and then moved towards the actual shower head. He turned the water on on full blast and why he ever expected anything less than freezing cold water would baffle him for the next few frigid moments. He howled out in fright before turning his back towards the spray, shivering as it felt like icicles pelting his back. And he knew from the first-hand experience what that felt like!

While he was dealing with the tundra shower, he watched as his shorts slide off the door with so much disbelief that he was too stunned to stop whoever it was, that lifted them up for admiration before waddling away with their apparent prize. Dust's jaw dropped and he slammed the door to quickly catch who it was. Only to find an empty boardwalk. "W-Wha?" Wolf whined, looking desperately for his thief and finding nothing... Not even tracks in the sand.

Without anything to use as a clue, he moved back to his shower - forgetting long enough about the cold to walk right into it and promptly leap back like a cat. His only mercy being that no one saw that, of his knowledge. He eased back into the cold water and waited for it to heat up, when it didn't he rushed through the process of washing out his hair and lathering up. He staid covered in the suds longer than he probably should have, if only because it was so much warmer than the water, but eventually rinsed off and was setting on the bench in the next moment staring at his phone, waiting for a miricle to bring him some clothes...

He checked up on his order he'd made for said clothing, only to find it still in the process of getting to him. He sighed, and scrolled through the Dataverse a bit longer. Somewhere between debating on ordering some more clothes from a source that promises speed instead of correction of order, he realized he was holding his phone and that maybe he should try giving Gildarts a call. After all, he knew the guy had his phone on him. He would be worried sick..

It rang and rang, and rang... When the voice mail message came to Dust's ears, the towering man sighed and hoped that the Strongest Prime at least knew how to check the messages before leaving one. Gildarts did mention Ambrosia.. He should make his way there and hopefully meet the man at Guu's castle. Or where ever a princess and a knight live. But first he had to look for Hoseki. And before that-

His stomach chose that moment to remind him that hunger was a thing. Growling far more fiercer than even a lion. He would need to get that bite to eat, and to do that he needed to fix his non-clothing problem...

[Dust]

It took Dust a long moment to imagine what a guy like him would wear. He didn't want to waste OM and time by summoning the same things he'd bought from Omnizon, but he couldn't help but think those were the things he'd wear. His stomach growled again as if to tell him to hurry up.

After a few minutes, he had a stack of clothing, among it was a red plaid button-up sweater. By that time he was mostly dried off, his hair still dripping. He squeezed as much moisture out of it as he could before pushing it all back out of his face. He thought about a towel, but decided to pull on the white v-neck tee instead, his first shirt in how long? He pulled on his shorts than a comfortable pair of jeans that hugged his hips and fit loosely around his sculpted legs. He shoved his feet into shoes, at that moment thinking about Tamsin and the conversation about how his dirty feet were probably scaring the poor girl - as noted by Gildarts. He hoped she was okay..

He also hoped Gildarts was okay, given how much he'd drank before he jumped into the ocean...

Lycan grabbed the sweater and tossed it loosely over his shoulders, rolling up the sleeves to show off his forearms. He picked up the beanie off the bench lastly and stuffed it in his back pocket, and lastly picked up his phone and tried Gildart's phone once more as he pushed out past the flimsy door. His dark colored eyes run across the horizon while the phone rang and rang, and rang. Gildart's voice message dribbled out some automation, and Dust sighed before leaving a voice mail and stuffing the phone in his pocket, shaking his hair free before heading into town.

Dust found himself at a table with a checkered tablecloth with about ten empty plates stacked to one side, and him working on the eleventh and twelfth simultaneously. Crumbs and mystery sauce stained the cloth napkin he used as a bib, it shielded his new shirt from the man wolfing down his food. He took a long drink of something fizzy and sweet before turning back onto his food. He starred out the window a bit, he was on the pier in some seafood joint enjoying a well-earned meal while he waited for the ferry.

He checked the clock once more, finding it was almost time for his boat. He got up, reminding the omniverse of his incredible height while still eating at his plates. He heard the fog-horn of its entrance and dropped what he was doing to pull off the napkin and take one final swig from the drink. He snatched up his phone and dropped some money on the table for the meal, probably way too much but it was worth it. SW-808 dashes out of the resturant and towards they ferry he was waiting on.

With a little extra cash and some quick rules on the matter, Dust took a seat in the ferry's passenger section, smiling like the dork that he was.