Falling Dark Star (open)

[Wabisa]

The Makyan shook her head at Rascal, "There's plenty of room. As long as nobody stays the night, there's room at the table for a few people to sit and chat. And the couch can hold at least three people in the living room." She stated rather casually. "Just so long as nobody gets in a fight and wrecks my vacation home, I don't think there will be a problem." Things seemed to keep getting more and more ridiculous. Wabisa was just glad that nobody was trying to kill anybody else at the moment. "Nice to meet you, Rascal. Hopefully next time we meet it won't be with somebody falling out of the sky causing a ruckus that sparks our meeting." The gray skinned woman replied, running her fingers through her shining blonde hair.

"In any case, I'm Wabisa, in case you didn't catch that earlier when I introduced myself to those two guys. I don't know exactly how long you were watching us." Her pointed ears perked up when Rascal started explaining that creatures from the Demon Realm kept popping up on this island. She'd always heard rumors that there were a lot of unsavory critters that made their dwellings here. Maybe some rogue demons with monstrous features were part of the reason for those rumors? If that was the case, though, then why was Rascal living here? "If that's true, then why would you live here? Why bother trying to stop them all from coming through? It seems like a pretty hazardous place to live. Even if you did take it upon yourself to destroy all the demons that are coming here from the Demon Realm, isn't it wiser to have your house away from the battlefield?"

She wasn't trying to be sarcastic or overly critical, but it might come off that way regardless. Wabisa turned to look at Brandon and smirked, "And what do you know about demons on this island all of a sudden, guy? You crashed here with no memories. This woman has been living here fending off demons for quite a while, or so she says. So what's to say she doesn't know a thing or two more about them than you?" Wabisa was just being obstinate, really, for the sake of getting a rise out of the flustered fellow. If he was going to try and live in her cabin until his memories returned, at the very least he could offer her some entertainment and a bit of a hand in gathering food later. But she'd inform him of that when it became necessary.

Before they got completely out of view from the blue haired surfer, Wabisa decided to make known her most secret power. She turned around and pointed a single finger at Ethan and fired a single, concentrated burst of cold air from her fingertip. It would cause a dozen or so snowflakes to fall on Ethan's head and shoulders as that chill wind blew through the humid tropical beach. Naturally the snowflakes would melt upon touching the boy. She did it just to mess with him a little. It clearly wasn't an attack. The Makyan then continued on toward her home with Brandon and Rascal in tow.

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Many people spoke at once befuddling Rascal on who to address first. With this many people asking her things or commenting she wondered if she should just tear her hair out and be done with it, however, she decided upon an order of business and got to it. First, she stopped walking and notched her head back in Brandon and the surfer's direction. Then she told him, "Brandon, I'm a magic user of sorts and let me tell you I've dealt with my fair share of demons. They can be just anyone or anything they want to be, so them coming from where I say they do isn't so farfetched. Yet for now, let's deal with your nakedness." A smirk came across her at the end of these words and she pointed her left index finger at him before firing a beam of pink energy at his chest. If he stood there and let it hit him his clothes, tattered as they were, would reform instantly into a newly made pair of materialized goods.

Being a demon certainly had its perks and she felt pleasure in helping this clueless man. The reason being was that he seemed like someone who might be easily manipulated given his current state of affairs. That matter aside she wheeled around on her heels to face Ethan and uttered, "He may not have clothes but if your friend lets my magic flow over him I'm sure you'll clearly see the marvels of a new pair of pants on his almost naked frame." She let out a small chuckle then licked her lips, "You look like you need some clothes too though. Want me to give you a muscle shirt?" She couldn't help but offer this to him for after listening to his comments about clothes, especially when Wabisa took it upon herself to blow snow of all things into his hair. "That had to be some kind of power of hers?" She noted.

Wabisa came last in her order of business and that was because out of the three she met so far she truly liked this woman. The lady was very pretty and if her words about the cabin held true Rascal was going to truly enjoy it. She'd reach her right arm out at this point and flip herself around to face her as she grasped for the gray skinned woman's shoulder. "Allow me to say this but I'd like to definitely stay at your place and in a room with you if you don't mind. Being housed with men or any room by myself just doesn't' feel right tonight."

She rolled her eyes now thinking on what to say more on her reasons for living her then uttered, "You know if you really want to know the reason I stay here and why I don't leave even over the potential dangers brought here. It's simply because until recently I've been the strongest person here. It's quiet, pretty nice, and if villains do show I've had a knack to knock them into the floor. I've won many a tournament in fighting rings hosted by human sponsors so that counts for something..." She was very glad Wabisa was standing in her corner about knowing demons.

[Brandon]

"Im sorry for interrupting your conversation. I was just saying that that was what I was taught in school long ago." He said before Ethan started to play with what remained of his shredded clothes. It was then Wabisa teased Ethan a bit by making it snow on his head a bit, which made him smile a tad. While Ethan offered Brandona new pair of pants, Rascal turned on a heel and spooked Brandon with her magic. Brandon stood frozen in place as her pink magic did infact hit him.

However when it did, Brandons aura instinctively flickered to life around Rascals Magic. The aura would be of a colour no one could ever amagine. A grey so dark, people could easily mistake it for jet black, and that wasnt all. When it flickered, it seemed to actually repel light around him, as the area around the group seemed to get darker like the sun had temporarily gone behind a dark/thick cloud.

But the aura faded as the magic vanished, revealing Brandon to be in a pair of slick black pants. Though Brandons tattered shirt had vanished, revealing that the grey skinned boy was actually fairly muscular. Which would meant that Brandon used to workout alot in his past, or he was a fighter...

Still very confused as to what just happened, he decided to figure it out later and just smiled at Rascal. "Thank you very much! I truely appreciate it" He said, smiling like a dummy that had no idea what just happened.

[Ethan Snow]

Playfully tugging on the other young man's rather tattered excuse for a shirt to make his point, Ethan continued the tease until it started to of al things, snow on him. Looking from Brandon to his shoulder to confirm that it indeed was snow, the boy then turned his gaze to the only other occupants of the beach, one of whom obviously had to be the guilty party. At once he spotted the finger directed at him from the first bikini clad girl. While showing off her playful side in spite of the grumpy one she'd been presenting, she also showed that like Ethan, she could control some aspect of elemental power, in this case cold or possibly ice it's self. Before he had a chance to comment on it though the second bikini girl twirled about and started slinging her own powers about. Like her clothing a few minutes before, Brandon's rags morphed into a pair of finely tailored black pants. With nothing to hold on to now, Ethan's hand hell free from where Brandon's shirt had been and the boy turned his attention back to the other young man.  It was of course innocent enough for the first half second, intending just to look the guy over to see if there were any lingering injuries but his gaze remained a few seconds longer, sweeping up and down the young man's torso a few times.

"Nice." he commented, more on the grey skinned male's physique then the pants, but quickly adjusted his comment to hide the fact. "I approve. She makes a good tailor." the blue haired boy added, though a moment later his attention was forced back to the mischievous magical girl. She was offering him a tank top but he had no intention of accepting. The only one he'd ever worn willingly was given to him by a friend he assumed had died when Central City was destroyed. Likewise, when the city was wiped from the map, taking his brother's school with it, that marvelous, skin tight shirt went with it. The suit he wore while in office, well that didn't count, it was something that was expected of him, to present a respectable image and something he shed as soon as he was out of the camera's gaze.

"No thanks." he replied holding up his hands. "I haven't worn one of those in over a year and I don't aim to start now." he continued.

[Wabisa]

Wabisa was almost disappointed when he folded like soggy cardboard upon being confronted about his comment, but given that the guy had no memories and knew very little about the current world...it's possible that he was feeling just a bit too meek to be that bold or that confident. The Makyan could use a similar technique to what Rascal was doing by giving herself and potentially the two guys new outfits, but she didn't feel the need to be so generous just yet. If they were completely bare and naked, then she'd offer a pair of pants or something, but, minus Brandon, everyone here was wearing what they chose to wear. And Rascal had made it a point to fix Brandon's attire without him even asking.

"I'd say we've got quite an interesting crew here. Maybe we should play a board game when we get to the cabin or something? A few hands of cards?" Wabisa couldn't hold back a laugh as she suggested these slightly silly ideas. But she then continued,
"So, we've got a former president, an amnesiac who fell from the sky, a demon hunter with good fashion sense, and a chilly bouncer. Is everyone else on board with me when I say that nobody would ever believe we were about to sit down and talk in the same house? You can't make this crazy shit up." Her laughter continued heartily as they trudged along the finely grained sandy beach. Her cabin came into view just around the next large bend in the coastline.

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A jet black aura engulfed the sandy beach around Brandon causing Rascal to stand there in awe as this man took it upon himself to swallow her powerful magics and mutate them into something else. She secretly thought to herself, "This-this isn't possible how can he only choose to gain part of the effects of my spell?" She expected to see him fully clothed with a shirt and pants after the power around him dissipated but upper half of his torso was completely bare just like Ethan's now.

"There's no way he could-should be able to do this... Unless... Oh my, he's got to be... a demon." She noted to herself in addition to her own prior thoughts. After all, darker auras of energy were common among them, demons were unnaturally strong, and to top it off appeared frequently and unnaturally in places on the planet they shouldn't. Just like she had when she came.

Her blue eyes remained heavily focused on the man and she found herself unable to turn away, especially when Ethan said, "Nice." mostly in comment towards Brandon's surprisingly ripped body. She could only assume this but it was highly shocking and caused to her heart to flutter. "I-I have to turn away from him otherwise my heart will be aflutter." She muttered softly. She could feel her whole body swoon as she gripped her chest with her left hand and tried to step away.

Fortunately, Ethan and Waisa were on her side. Ethan's words about her being a good tailor were just enough to distract her from him. And so were Wabsia's about her being a demon hunter with a good sense of fashion. She could only state aloud as she wheeled away from Brandon with a red face. "I-I really am a good tailor? I'm not so sure about that." She'd then see the house belonging to Wabisa coming up into view along the beach and suddenly without warning decided to run towards it and began to with her short legs across the gritty, sandy plane.

[Brandon]

Giving Ethan an odd look at his 'Nice' comment, his attention was temporarily grabbed by wabisa, as she said that her bunch was as strange as a group could be. "Sorting to think this is a sunday special after smoking something funny." He said with a laugh, but he soon added "A simple game or two would be fun. It'd certainly take my mind off of things I guess."

He then caught Rascal looking at him in a way he was unfamiliar with. She was blushing while staring at him. She was seemingly gripping her chest and tried to put some distance between him and her. He was about to ask if she was alright, but she suddenly started to take off running to Wabisa's cabin that was coming into sight.

"What do you think that was all about? Her sudden tough attitude just...vanished... Was it something I said?" He asked, clearly confused.

[Ethan Snow]

"Wow, talk about drama queen." Ethan chuckled as the second bikini clad girl went through such over the top verbal convulsions that the blue haired teen was sure her next words would be that he'd given her the vapors. Truly the way she was acting now was something akin to a Southern Belle in distress when the slightest hint of manliness walks by. Not to say it wasn't funny to watch, but for someone to truly act in such a fashion was also somewhat disquieting. Looking back to Brandon as Rascal continued her convulsion farther down the beach, Ethan smiled and responded to the black haired young man.

"I think her woman bits are all a-quiver." The boy replied. "You'd think she never saw a hunky guy before..." he then looked pointedly down at his own body and added. "...like, hello. There's two of us... Oh, maybe that's why she's all squishy now."

Looking to Wabisa as she described their gathering in broad strokes to illustrate the diversity of the group, Ethan chuckled again, though it was more of an uncomfortable one as a moment before she suggested they engage in a board game or some card, neither of which was the teen's cup of tea. "Yeah, we're an interesting bunch, though I think I'll just watch, card games aren't really my thing. I prefer something more physical." the shirtless teen commented as they approached the modest little building.

[Wabisa]

Wabisa just rolled her eyes again at the way that Rascal reacted to Brandon's energy denying him a shirt. The way she looked at him made the Makyan wonder if she was a bit younger than she actually looked. Rascal was acting like a school girl, and it made Wabisa giggle when she rushed away quickly to take a breather. Wabisa stepped over to Brandon and aimed to plant a firm slap across the side of his face when she heard the utter nonsense he spouted. Was he really that oblivious? No, that just wasn't possible. The Makyan shook her head at him whether the slap landed or not. "Don't be a moron. Amnesia is no excuse for acting this asinine. It's about as obvious as daytime when the sun is shining brightly in a cloudless sky that she's smitten by you for some reason. Don't be a goof and fuck it up by acting innocent and oblivious. Even if it is a sweet little innocent crush, it's still disrespectful to play it off like you don't know she's interested."

Now Wabisa was the one coming out of nowhere. She didn't know this woman or this man, but she was already tired of stupidity for today. Taking a moment to ignore that for now, she turned back to Ethan, "I get that you're not into games inside the house, surfer boy, but you could at least play along for the sake of the group dynamic. I won't fault you for not getting involved, though, since you at least had the courtesy to come along for this insane little train wreck that I'm almost certain is going to happen in my vacation home."

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"Huff... Huff... Huff..." Rascal gasped for air standing on the far side of the beach away from the group she was with. She was much closer then any of her acquaintances to Wabisa's home so wondered, "Should I go there or return to them?" She squinted her eyes and quickly thought, "I need to return to them. Otherwise, they'll fall into a rather obvious trap."

She was pretty certain Brandon the amnesiac was playing with them in some form. She questioned herself on how many actual people she had seen with pitch black auras that weren't demons and realized the answer was almost absolutely zero. If Brandon was truly forgetting he was and didn't realize it then standing around with him was not a good idea. Demons, some of them, had very wild swings of emotion.

In her mind however she realized they would think she was being childish and later accusatory if she came out and told them. "There's nothing I can do, except... Release my curse temporarily." Although Wabisa looked like a child with her currently short height the reason she wore something revealing like a trikini on her body was because she was actually a full blown woman. Years ago she had lost all her power as a demoness and her height to a cruel demon who took it away from her for wanting to take over part of Other World in their stead.

She clenched her fists and bent over allowing her power to flow through every muscle of her frame. If anyone had any ability to sense power they would if it rise then actually see her pink aura in the distance flare up. It had a bit of a crimson tint though to it because she was worrying and a bit scared of her situation. Nevertheless, her body fully lengthened to 5'4". She would suddenly sprout 12' wings as well as a smaller set of wings on her back that both blocked out the sun. Her weight wouldn't change but a tail nearly 3' in length popped out of the back of her buttocks. She smirked as she stood up to her full height and felt the last change, a pair of horns, rear up on the top of her head. They curled back into the slots behind her ear lobes and her look felt complete.

The woman then stretched her hands overhead as a surge of power erupted from her and she uttered in a more womanly voice, "Time to turn some heads and force some questions out of them." She'd saunter calmly back to the group licking her lips and as she approached them say, "Hello, everyone, want to know what's up with me? Take a million questions."

The demon hunter demoness was revealing her true self and for a demon at least it was extremely enticing, especially since plump breasts on her chest were noticeably larger. No longer though could the evil war lady be distinguished as a child. A deep exhale escaped her chest and she waited for them to go berserk in their methods of questioning and keep firing them off. She would force them all to ask about her then demand why she had tricked them until now. It was going to be fun.

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X2 Transformation Activated

[Brandon]

Brandon gave Ethan a bit of an odd look, as he told Brandon what rascal was most likely doing, as well as saying why she was doing it and just shrugged. "I dont think Im THAT good looking... I was pretty average looking back in the day, and Im pretty sure not much has changed since then." He said, as he was suddenly slapped by Wabisa. Listening to her lecture Brandon about what Rascal was feeling for him, Brandon looked a bit embarassed as well as shocked at he slap, as he replied "S-Sorry, Im just not used to women having feelings for me like that."

Things went from awkward to interesting in a few moments when Rascal returned in a new form. He could feel the strange pull to her even more intense then before as he looked over her new.... enhanced... features. "A Demon huh? Definitely alot more beautiful before. I thought I felt something different about ya, but Im curious... Why were you hiding something like this?" He asked Rascal, as he continued to examine her...ahem..features. He felt his heart beating harder then usual in his chest, as he thought to himself "Get ahold of yourself Brandon... No need to lose your head over Rascal like this. Keep calm, and dont fuck this up. Just like Wabisa said."

Granted, Rascal had become much more attractive in her new form, but there was something he couldn't place his finger on. The pull he was feeling wasnt the same like he had in high school with other girls, no... It felt more like a powerful magnet then lust when it came to Rascal. And why did she really unveil this form? Was it because of him? Was she maybe trying to impress Brandon? If that was her goal, she was accomplishing it with flying colours.

[Ethan Snow]

Ethan was amused by and content to just stand by and watch the growing silliness, at least until the slapping and the lectures started and then the silliness developed into full blown insanity. Now however things were getting much too weird and Ethan could tell drama was just around the corner. If the young man would rather stand by and do his own thing while other played card, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of him sticking around when drama rolled in. No sir, he's rather have his head kicked in by a mountain goat then deal with that stuff. So it was no surprise, to anyone who knew the teen that is, that as soon as he started getting berated by the first bikini clad girl, he just tuned right out, finding something more interesting to direct his attention to, namely the half dressed guy beside him as he too was admonished. Further as soon as their resident Southern Belle returned, now looking more like something out of a satanic painting, the surfer turned on his heel and headed strait for the water.

"Well folks, that's my cue to leave." he called out, waving his right arm up above his had back at the three. "I don't do drama. Let me know when you get yourselves untied. I'll be right out there." the boy added, stating in no uncertain terms that they were proverbially tying themselves in knots. Then folding both arms behind his head, the shirtless teen continued to walk across the sand towards the rolling waves. They were of course free to follow him, he hadn't eliminated that possibility, but he had made it clear he wasn't going to take part in the soap opera type spectacle that was about to unfold. Nope, Ethan much preferred the care free, stress free and drama free life of taking one day at a time and enjoying it.

[Wabisa]

Wabisa had at least taken Rascal's supposed affections towards Brandon somewhat seriously at first, but another line was crossed when the other woman powered up and unleashed her true form, which was clearly demonic in nature and looked similar to romanticized depictions of succubi. The Makyan had had enough and shook her head. "Okay, I think I'm with Ethan on this one. I'm out." She pointed at Rascal and then at Brandon. "You...and you...work out whatever is going on between you before you come into my house. I don't care what it is or where it came from, but surfer boy over there has the right idea. This shit is for the birds. When you're done deciding who has the hots for who and who can one-up the other on looks, maybe you can come visit me. But until then, don't bother coming to me."

And with that, Wabisa made it a point to head on into her house and promptly close and lock the door behind her. Any of them could blow the cabin apart, of course, but she doubted they would do that. Ethan seemed like one of the good guys, and Brandon and Rascal were too fixated on each other to bother most likely.

(Exit thread.)

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"Hey!!! Where do you all think you're going!!!" Rascal screeched as her eyes swiveled back and forth in her head. She could see Ethan quickly exiting off towards the edge of the beach and Wabisa heading straight for her house. She wasn't trying to attract Brandon to her! Did they not see the black aura from before.

"Isn't something they should be suspicious of and at least consider fighting against him on?" Rascal thought to herself. She didn't care how Brandon reacted to her now. She had played her trump card against him and intended to use it to destroy him. So what if she looked like a Succubi! Did Succubi always have to win over men with lust or could they not throw punches? Rascal shook her head and clenched her fists. Then she glared fiercely at Brandon with her bright blue eyes.

Rascal bit her lip then told him as she pointed her right index finger at him. "I'm not here to make you fall for me demon. I know you're one. You've got to be one if you look that hot compared to a normal human and produce a damn aura that's as visibly evil as can be! All you need to know is that I've rescinded my offer not to kill you because of this and brought this form out just to do it with!" Her left hand clenched into a tightened ball of muscle and if Brandon really paid attention to something other then her torso he would see her left bicep bulge 11" inches round. She was a small person, even though she had suddenly grown quite a few inches but within that arm and the rest of her body were some tightly knit muscles.

She then took a long stance bending her right knee forward and bringing her leg back and brought both her fists to the sides of her hips. "I'm ready to kill you if you don't either go back to where you came from or move on from here." She stated now lowering her tone from shouting to normal talking. There was still a seriousness about her even though her torso pushed outwards while taking her battle stance. It was rather sloppy since it had been a while since she had fought against anyone seriously and as a result she was not used to this body nor going beyond simply standing around during a fight. The reason being that prior fighters who had gone up against her had not needed more then a few kicks or simply a push from one of her fingers to go down.

She had gotten quite lazy and rude, and awfully annoying but that was always expected from a demon. "Wasn't it?" She wondered. Down the length of her new body if Brandon was somehow still ogling at her new form there was two finely shaped abdominal muscles along the front of her stomach. Her thighs were slightly thicker then normal too and both packed enough power to take hits and deal them. She only hoped that Brandon wasn't having a nose bleed over this and would at least take her slightly seriously. She needed to be sure after all if he was truly a demon or not that way he could send him back to Other World and send the head demon there that had sent her to Earth a clear message. "Some day I will come for you!"

Her only goal was to return home and in order to accomplish that she felt a strong desire to kill almost every threatening demon she could. It was the only way to get Demon Realm's attention and maybe just maybe have them open a way home for her. She could honestly do something like die a natural death, get sick and die, or have an accident happen but dying in combat if she had to return there was the best way for her to go, if she could never get strong enough to return to Hell via her own powers.

[Brandon]

Brandons confusion just grew worse by the second, as Rascal went from a nice girl to a full on crazy bitch in just a few moments. Ethan was the first to leave before hand though, as if he knew just was about to happen. Wabisa was the same, as she took off to her cabin ahead of everyone else. "Hang on there Ethan." Brandon said, as he turned to the blue hair'd teen.

But Rascal yanked his attention by calling him a demon, and declared that she was going to kill him because she believed him to be evil. "Calm your tits Miss Rascal. Im not a Demon, since I remember my parents. Both are plain humans... As far as I know anyways. So before you turn this situation into something we will both regret, please think about this for just a minute! I dont want to fight you!" He said, hoping Ethan will either come to help him. Of course, if Ethan was too far away to hear him, Brandon was regretting the fact he would have to defend himself from Rascal.

He watched her body alter itself, looking more prepped for battle by the moment. He sighed to himself as the woman didn't seem like she was going to back down. "B-Besides, I dont want these nice pants you gave me to get ruined. They are the nicest pants I ever even had!"