07-08-2017, 09:02 PM
"Uh, sir, do you need to go to a hospital?"
"Yeah, probably." Cirrus Neon said, as he walked through the gates and took in the sight- it was a relief to be out of the Nexus. After tussling with that swordsman, he was all for some R & R. Luckily, it seemed he picked the right gate. The climate, the not-too-distant music, the smell of food on the air mixed with the salt of the sea...
Hell yes.
"Do you... need someone to take you to the hospital?" she was a shopkeeper from nearby, a good samaritan, plain and simple.
"Nah. I'm supposedly immortal."
"Oh! You're a Prime then, you... should be able to heal that with some Omnilium, I think. It might take a few hours though. I'm not sure."
"Hmm... well if that's the case, why not spend it in the sun?" Cirrus grinned wide at the girl, before creating some Omnilium chips in his hand. He dropped the small pile into her hands, and she stared at the not-so-small bit of wealth in her fingers. "You're selling bathing suits right?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"Hook me up then, and some sunglasses, then keep the change!"
"Uh, sure, sure!" she hurried off.
"And make sure they're purple! I've got a style to uphold!"
Cirrus cackled with amusement as he dashed across the water, pumping his feet at his top speed. Said top speed was paltry, compared to the sound-breaking running he used to be capable of, but all the same he could keep above the surface of the waves indefinitely.
Over his shoulder was a rope, and at the other end of that rope was a young, fit, slightly tanned shopkeeper on water skis.
"Faster!" she screamed, and after giving her a thumbs-up, he kicked into overdrive, beginning to sweat as he pushed even harder against the waves. Sea wind blasted his face.
Salt stung in his wounds.
He had needed this.
After some water-skiing, he and his new friend Rachel wound down and managed to find an open spot on the beach. They put down a bright-red towel, (courtesy of Rachel), found an umbrella, and laid down to take in the sun.
"Okay then. Let's see about damping down on all this stinging, huh?" Cirrus said, putting a hand over the gash in his chest. Closing his eyes, he relaxed, and let flow the rainbow-colored energy inside him. As Cirrus began to glow, Rachel watched the light-show play on the underside of their shade umbrella.
She watched it, until she herself grew tired.
The two fell asleep on their beach towel, under the shade.
"Yeah, probably." Cirrus Neon said, as he walked through the gates and took in the sight- it was a relief to be out of the Nexus. After tussling with that swordsman, he was all for some R & R. Luckily, it seemed he picked the right gate. The climate, the not-too-distant music, the smell of food on the air mixed with the salt of the sea...
Hell yes.
"Do you... need someone to take you to the hospital?" she was a shopkeeper from nearby, a good samaritan, plain and simple.
"Nah. I'm supposedly immortal."
"Oh! You're a Prime then, you... should be able to heal that with some Omnilium, I think. It might take a few hours though. I'm not sure."
"Hmm... well if that's the case, why not spend it in the sun?" Cirrus grinned wide at the girl, before creating some Omnilium chips in his hand. He dropped the small pile into her hands, and she stared at the not-so-small bit of wealth in her fingers. "You're selling bathing suits right?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"Hook me up then, and some sunglasses, then keep the change!"
"Uh, sure, sure!" she hurried off.
"And make sure they're purple! I've got a style to uphold!"
Cirrus cackled with amusement as he dashed across the water, pumping his feet at his top speed. Said top speed was paltry, compared to the sound-breaking running he used to be capable of, but all the same he could keep above the surface of the waves indefinitely.
Over his shoulder was a rope, and at the other end of that rope was a young, fit, slightly tanned shopkeeper on water skis.
"Faster!" she screamed, and after giving her a thumbs-up, he kicked into overdrive, beginning to sweat as he pushed even harder against the waves. Sea wind blasted his face.
Salt stung in his wounds.
He had needed this.
After some water-skiing, he and his new friend Rachel wound down and managed to find an open spot on the beach. They put down a bright-red towel, (courtesy of Rachel), found an umbrella, and laid down to take in the sun.
"Okay then. Let's see about damping down on all this stinging, huh?" Cirrus said, putting a hand over the gash in his chest. Closing his eyes, he relaxed, and let flow the rainbow-colored energy inside him. As Cirrus began to glow, Rachel watched the light-show play on the underside of their shade umbrella.
She watched it, until she herself grew tired.
The two fell asleep on their beach towel, under the shade.