Falling Dark Star (open)

[Brandon]

Listening to Ethan and Wabisa, Brandon listed his hand to look at it. It seemed normal to him, with the colour alteration of course. Hearing that Ethan would look good in a suit, brandon gave a soft grin to the pair and replied "Doesnt take long for you to hit on him does it Wabisa?" He asked as he gave a soft chuckle.

But when she mentioned dark powers, and listened situations that seemed close to what Brandon was in, a sharp pain sudden pierced Brandon's skull, causing him recoil from the pain. Holding his head, trying to survive the pain, more of Brandons fragmented memories came back to him.

Images of a dark castle, in a realm he did not recognize. Everything was soo... dark and eerie. The atmosphere was nothing like Earths, but the landscape was similar, but tainted somehow. But the image jarred to what looked like a dark creature with a large glowing orange eye. This made Brandon snap back to reality.

Brandon smirked had quickly turned to a look of pure fear, as sweat started to leak out of his skin. "The...f-fuck..." He said, panting heavily as he tried to make sense out of the images he had just seen...

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On a particular island called Wonder Island, near the very top of it, there was a small hut and inside there lived a petite woman with wondrous red hair. She was someone who interacted with very few people but when she did it was to cause trouble, like she had tried to in the past for a young lady named Ohkara and a young man named Ethan. She had ended up leaving them alone though and returned from her trip down a small restaurant at the beachfront to her home to get some rest. It had been many days since that incident but the troublesome lady always had a sense to get back into her devious games. It all started with a meteor while she sat outside her straw home eating a wild pig and looking up at the sky. The meteor struck her island but rather then witness a big explosion it was utterly boring.

"I better check out just what that was..." she mumbled to herself while dropping a huge bone and standing up from a kneeling position she was in. She wore a white vest and black spandex with a pair of tall boots and on her waist was a large golden belt encrusted with sapphires. Brushing herself off, she rushed to the crash site, came to a halt and stood a good deal away from the crash as she witnessed a man with dark hair crowded around a blue haired man without a shirt and one woman who wore a yellow bikini and who had illustrious, golden hair. She watched them from afar, a good two hundred away, guessing they could see her and they them if they turned to pay attention to her.

"Are they beach goers?" she wondered to herself as she spotted a nearby parasol, "I really wonder if I should let them stay here?" A hand soon rested on her right hip and she also thought, "If I did would it be advantageous? It seems something is wrong..."

[Ethan Snow]

Being complimented for his appearance wasn’t anything new to Ethan, but it was still flattering just the same and it was even more so when the other young man insinuated that she was in fact hitting on him. Smiling at the compliment Ethan replied graciously. “Well thanks ma’am but I like my boardies more. If I’m going to intimidate someone, they’ve got to see what they’re messing with.”

Quickly enough the topic shifted back to Brandon as the young man continued to struggle with his identity issues. Wabisa seemed to have a better handle on what he was going through though, Ethan on the only hand could only think of one thing to do and that smack the guy and tell him to snap out of it. It wouldn’t have helped so of course he didn’t, instead opting to stand back up now that Brandon didn’t need him to hold his head anymore. He didn’t wander away though, instead just stood next to the other young man ready to help him up when he felt ready too. As he stood though and observed the beach, a fourth occupant had evidently arrived, no doubt to investigate the young man’s messy landing. Raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun he could make out the shape of a woman but what ever the heck it was she was dressed in was the least lady-like thing the teen had ever seen and he had a girl in a bikini right next to him.

Taking a few steps away from the two, the shirtless boy waved with his opposite hand and greeted her. “Afternoon Ma’am.”

[Wabisa]

The Makyan shook her head at Brandon. One second he was cracking jokes and innuendos and the next he was reeling in pain as his mind tried to recall information that was just a bit too deeply embedded in his subconscious. The woman smirked at him and patted him on the head, "You go on and think whatever you want, guy. If I wanted a boyfriend, I'd go looking for one. That's just not my style. I drift, get in fights, get patched up, drift some more, and repeat. Even rough and tumble guys don't interest me, because they're just competition or adversaries. Suffice it to say, neither of you are my type." She stood up fully after that, taking note that Brandon seemed mostly capable of standing on his own minus the debilitating headache he seemed to have suddenly taken on.

She put her hands on her hips and shook her head yet again, "You look like you've just seen an entire graveyard of ghosts. You're even more pale than before." She chuckled at that, not yet aware that there was someone else lingering in the distance and watching them. At least she wasn't aware until Ethan stepped aside and started waving at someone not too far from them. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the girl in the distance, or at least she assumed it was a girl. "Another one? How am I supposed to vacation in peace if people keep coming out of the woodwork like this?" She facepalmed and groaned. "Whatever. I'll be out of here in a week anyway."

It was clear that she was not happy with this development. She was mostly kind, so she felt the need to stick around at least until Brandon was capable of surviving on his own, but at the moment that didn't look to be any time soon. And then another person showed up to complicate things further. She was not happy about any of this.

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Rascal stepped onto the scene to be greeted by a blue haired surfer. She could tell he was one based on the muscles he had on his shirtless body and the tight pants he wore. When he greeted her she smiled at him on his approach and said, "Thanks for the greeting, I'm Rascal."

She then looked around noted that besides him the other woman wore beach attire so it was likely in her best interest to change to. At the moment though s he did not sound nor look happy to have other people in the vicinity. Rascal, in response to this placed her hands on her hips and then stomped her feet into the sand making a defiant wide stance with her legs.

"I'm sorry but you all are in an area where a big meteor feel. I couldn't help but investigate since I live on this island right now. Do any of you? Nope, I doubt it! So stop groaning and such." There was venom in her voice as she pointed a finger at herself and instantly changed her boring, ugly spandex into a full trikini with a burst of pink ki energy. That covered her and back with a long, v-shaped strip of blue cloth leaving a good portion of her torso exposed (but not her chest). Her body, which was hidden underneath the drab spandex, was quite fit and womanly looking, hopefully an unexpected surprise for the boys in this crowd.

Her face curled into frowning glare and she uttered, "If you all want to continue vacationing here tell me what fell from the sky and then I won't have to feel like I should kick you off the island." This was her one and only warning and the reason why was because to her they had caused something to land here that shouldn't be here. What it was she had no clue but she was sure as hell going to find out before sending them there, if necessary.

[Brandon]

Looking up at Ethan as he got up, Brandons attention was temporarily grabbed by Wabisa's concerned voice. "Not ghosts... Something... Much more darker... more evil... The image is burned into my head. Hell, I could draw the damned thing if I had a pen and paper..." He said, before Wabisa was talking about another person that had arrived to see what fell from the sky.

He looked up and saw a rather impressive women demanding to know what fell from the sky. Granted, she was being quite rude, but something about the girl made something in Brandon feel... almost attracted to her. There was no way of knowing what the sensation was.

"Um...It was me. I fell from the sky... These two people, Ethan and Wabisa, were here first, and helped me out of the... impact site." He said, his brightly glowing eyes meeting hers. "Now please calm yourself... Theres no need for violence." He said as he gazed back to the site of his impact. Flames had died out, leaving scorched earth behind, but the glass that was created from the extreme head was still present and glistening in the sun.

[Ethan Snow]

“Wow miss, those sound like fighting words right there.” Ethan replied and positioned himself between the newcomer and his two beach companions, undaunted by the young lady’s bizarre method of changing her clothes, what little of them there were now. Widening his stance a little and placing his hands on his hips to widen himself a bit and perhaps be a little more intimidating. “You can’t just order people off this island, you don’t own it. Now if you’re looking for a fight, I don’t generally make it a habit to hit women, but I will give you a good spanking.”

He took a moment to look back to the others over his shoulder and responded to Brandon’s statement that they were helping him. “Yeah, speaking of, I’ve got a boat with plenty of room aboard. Until you can get on your financial feet you’re welcome to stay with me. But first I may have to straiten this young lady out.” he added looking back towards the girl and her magic clothing.

[Wabisa]

Wabisa took a deep breath and shook her head again. First a guy falls from the sky and has visions of dark and foreboding things, then a woman who seems to be able to change her clothes on a whim pops up acting like she ruled the island as its queen. The Makyan had had just about enough shit interrupting her vacation. She was about to speak up and tell the newest arrival to piss off when the surfer boy strapped on his big boy pants and did it for her. She honestly looked surprised and wide eyed in shock that he decided to knock some sense into her if she didn't pipe down. Wabisa burst out laughing at that, arms around her middle as she doubled over. This was just too much.

"Okay, that's all for me, folks. Lines have been crossed, and as much as I'd like to stick around and see where this goes, I've gotta get back to my cabin and cook up dinner." And with that, the bikini clad Makyan turned away from the group and started making her way down the beach in the direction of where her vacation house was. Incidentally, had to walk passed the other woman that had arrived on the scene in order to get back to her home. She waved at Rascal and smirked, "Good luck dealing with surfer boy and Smokey McCrater over there. Nice swimsuit, by the way." There wasn't a single hint of sarcasm in her voice despite how one might expect her to sound. "If you're all still in one piece when you get done, come visit my cabin. We'll have another little chat. But, uh...please don't bring a fight to my place. I'd rather not have to do some work on my time off." She waved to the rest of the trio, leaving them to their own devices so long as nobody tried to stop her.

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Rascal grit her teeth hard. Maybe she was overreacting a little but as she clenched her fists and listened to the the buff surfer boy speak back to her about spanking her she wanted to pound him into the ground. He had taken on a wide stance to intimidate her and as far as she could see there were no openings to it. The guy had skill, she would give him that, but she wasn't about to fight him yet because the blond lady stepped in diffused her anger with quite a few sudden yet complimenting comments about her.

The other guy with dark and clear blue eyes was stuttering about how this was all his fault and how he fell from the sky. It was an interesting tidbit of information and certainly what Rascal wanted to know but at the moment she couldn't connect how he fell and survived such a fall. He should be dead and that bothered her especially since the state of the sand around him was that of coarse, black smoldering ash. A few flames lit up the ground but beyond that really wasn't any issue with the beach itself. She felt like this should slide but she didn't want it to since she didn't know either of the men or the woman before her.

She loosened her fists letting her fingers splay at her sides, especially as this woman held her arms around her middle and laughed before finally coming her. When she started talking about walking back to her cabin to make dinner Rascal couldn't help but role her eyes it didn't seem late to her. The words about her swimsuit made her smile though, especially since the woman also included an invitation to her place.

She saluted the lady as she left waving her off with an extended right hand and told her, "Thanks for those cheerful words, I Rascal, have been diffused of my anger and would love to come with you." She turned and began to try and follow the blond hoping that the other two behind her would let her go. She had only come after all to defend her island from attack. Hopefully the two weren't idiots and wouldn't try to assault her with her back turned. Although she couldn't put it past them at this point knowing how sneaky other beings were.

Anyway, she added, "I hope you don't mind me asking before we even get there but what might we discuss?"

[Brandon]

Seeing Wabisa start to walk off, Brandon looked to Ethan and said "Thank you for the offer, but I think I will pass on it...for now. I need to get some of my memories back before anything new happens." as he tried to get back on his feet again. This time, he succeeded and stood on his own two feet even after some wobbling.

After the other woman introduced herself as 'Rascal', and while she seemed a bit... offputting, He couldnt help but feel suspicious of the girl. Wabisa, he could read much easier then Rascal and this made him a bit uneasy. Ethan seemed like a really great guy, but something about him. The way he carried himself, the way he dressed... it seemed to connect to a face he couldnt remember the name for.

"Maybe what I need to get my head on straight, is a good sleep, and maybe some food. Maybe then I can atleast found out how the hell I survived that fall, and where I fell from." He said, as he looked back to Ethan with a smile. "Thank you for the offer Ethan, but ill stay with miss Wabisa until things clear up a bit. Its.... complicated I guess." He said, looking a bit guilty.

[Ethan Snow]

Between the reaction of the first bikini clad girl and the second, Ethan was speechless. Clearly the second was spoiling for a fight but when the first decided to take her leave and the second followed her like a puppy, the boy was dumbstruck. ‘What the hell?’ he thought as they both headed back down the beach. Then of course the weirdness couldn’t possibly have stopped there, nope, Captain Crater had to pipe in with his own brand of incomprehensible actions. Turning back to look at the injured man in order to get some semblance of logical support from him, the blue haired teen was met with the exact opposite. His injured companion hauled himself up saying something about moving in with the first bikini clad girl which given the current events, made absolutely no sense what so ever.

“Stay with her?” Ethan asked perplexed. “She didn’t even offer…” the boy continued, bewildered at the grey skinned young man’s reply, after all, her offer to visit was at most intended in just considering the names she’d called them and also indicated nothing about sleeping over. In fact it was specifically indicated that it was to ‘Chit chat’ and nothing else. How this guy was taking it upon himself to invite himself to go live with this woman when she’d not said yes, nor even offered, even when Ethan had just made the offer himself, was not only insulting to the shirtless teen, but down right rude to both of them.

“Oy, you can’t just say you’re going to move into someone’s home when you don’t even know them!” Ethan called after the young man. “And if you want lunch and a nap, my boat is literally five minutes away, and you’re not going to have a crazy woman to deal with.” He added, following along next to the obviously disoriented young man. “And uh… I could get you a pair of pants…”

[Wabisa]

At this point Wabisa was all aboard the crazy train. The Makyan had reached her limit of nonsense for the day, and even if it was with a guy that fell from the sky and made a glass crater in the sand and a woman who, moments ago, was ready to try and kick her ass...she'd still settle down for some tea and a bit of conversation. Maybe they could sort out this madness together? Or maybe they could provide her some entertainment to counteract all the annoyance and frustration that had mostly unintentionally caused. As Rascal began to follow along and asked what their topic of conversation would be, Wabisa shrugged, "Honestly whatever comes to mind sounds good to me. Your past, why you live on this island that's supposedly very dangerous, what made you want to attack us just for being here...there are lots of things to be discussed. Also if you might have any ideas on where Mr. Glass Crater over there came from or what put him here, that'd be interesting, too. Even if it's just silly theories." She figured this would all be good for a chuckle at the end of the day.

For the time being, though, the Makyan gave one last wave to Ethan, if he decided not to come along with the rest, and continued trudging along through the sand down the beachfront. The cabin she'd been staying in was roomy enough that it could easily seat all four of them in the dining room and living room if they all came along, but it wasn't anything extravagant or fancy, so it would be moderately crowded with all of them there. And there was only one bed, really, and a couch. Not that she'd agreed to house any of them.

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Rascal made it a point to walk alongside Wabisa and took it upon herself to step up to her right hand side. When Wabisa opened the topic of discussion to almost anything she scrunched her eyebrows then stated, "Well... To start... Do we have enough room for three people at your place?" She pointed her left thumb back at the man who fell onto the beach and uttered, "I ask because it seems the 'Sky Guy' is trying to follow us." She could hear his footsteps behind her on the soft sand trying to catch up with them. She also heard Ethan shout, “Oy, you can’t just say you’re going to move into someone’s home when you don’t even know them!”

It was going to be a problem if he came along and there wasn't enough room in Wabisa's cabin. After all, she was a woman and Rascal figured if she was a woman of any standing or not she'd still want her space within her own home. She sighed though and continued, "I suppose I've said enough on that though. I suppose you want to know who I am. Yeah, so my name's Rascal..." She wasn't sure what to say next. Should she say she was a demon and two hundred years old at that? No, not quite yet.

She coughed then added, "I live on this island by myself in a straw hut at the top of the island. It's a quiet little space and until you all showed up I thought I was the strongest one around here. I didn't like that fire ball that 'Sky Guy' made because I'm very accustomed to the concept of demons. Those awful, evil monsters who come out of the depths of Hell and the Demon Realm to cause trouble."

Her arms wrapped around torso as she walked now with confidence and she uttered, "Mr. Sky Guy's entrance was flashy, dangerous even and a sure tell sign of possible demons coming here. I came over there in an infuriated manner because he interrupted my peaceful existence and I thought he was going to destroy things. It's not my fault the surfer dude and you got caught up in all of this but if you're nearby that kind of thing it's possible you can be anyone including demons yourself."

[Brandon]

Brandon stopped for a moment when Ethan said that what he was looking for was 'five minutes away'. Looking back at him, He felt conflicted. Should he tell Ethan why he was avoiding him for now? Wouldnt hurt to be truthful, he guessed, as he replied "Ethan, the reason why Im not going with you at this time, is that the way you carry yourself... the way you dress... its bringing up images of someone I used to know, and its confusing me even more then I already am. Maybe after things have calmed down, I can take you up on your offer.

It was then he heard Rascal call him 'Sky Guy'. Sounded like a name for a odd super hero or something. "My name is Brandon, not 'Sky Guy', Thank you very much." He said, a tad bit annoyed. But he shrugged it off since he heard Rascal talk about Demons, and what Rascal thought what Brandon might of been. "If anyone was a evil demon, there would of been more chaos then what was already present. And last I checked... Demons come out of the ground, not the sky...or deep space for that matter...." He said, scratching his head a bit.

[Ethan Snow]

Things were going from strange to stranger as Brandon replied to Ethan’s comments with reasoning that didn’t quite jive in the teen’s mind. “The way I carry… The way I dress? What’s wrong with the way I dress?” the boy asked. “It’s a bathing suit, how else would you expect someone to surf, on coat tails and a top hat?” the shirtless teen continued, grinning at his question. Clearly he wasn’t angry but he wasn’t going to just let such flawed reasoning slip by without pointing it out in a good natured bit of sarcasm.

“Fine fine, if you don’t want to stay with me because I remind you of someone or what ever, what about the pants? I doubt our bikini clad friends have any men’s pants laying around.” Ethan went on as he followed along beside the other young man, idly extending a hand and poking a finger in a hole in what remained of the other’s shirt, looped that finger into another tare and tugged a bit. He wasn’t exactly trying to pull the tattered garment apart, but if it came apart, so be it, Ethan just wanted to make the point that the guy looked like a space hobo and his clothes were likely to fall apart on their own anyway. “And just another thought. Don’t you think, if I do remind you of someone, that it might help you remember if I did stick around?” Ethan added.