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“So, I’ve gone from home up in the North, ended up in the East, got lost and ended up West, but this? I can work with this.” So far, Carmel’s journey of discovering was working out to let her discover something all right; that she was perfecting capable of monkeying around and snoozing about on the move just like she did at home. Granted, she was getting more exercise and general movement like this, and it was definitely fun! So overall, her trip was going well as far as she could see it!
“Hehehe, now this is the perfect place for more exploring and training, yep!” And now she had somehow found herself at a beach resort and well. She was supposed to be experiencing new things right? Warm weather and water you could swim in without freezing over? Definitely new for her. All she needed to do was to get her hands on some cash with her usual methods – she was saving thousands on zeni with her mysterious discount gaining ways – and she had all she needed to pay for a few days of an all-inclusive stay.
It was entirely possible now that spending all of her time slacking off and basically treating this as one massive vacation wouldn’t quite help her out with life goals, but given how again, she was considerably richer now than she was when she started, it looked like she was going quite well! And besides, she could meet stronger people and ask them about their lives easily enough while lazing about, she was getting better at picking people up once they were anywhere around the area.
Decision made along with procrastination based excuses, the fox made sure to relax on her lounge chair, this time decked in a summer themed kimono with a pair of sunglasses and one of those wide brim straw hats. Relaxation and unlimited free drinks, that was the life.
(Current PL: 7,584 Offense/ 2,528 Defense due to +x2/+x0) (Actual PL: 2,528)
Still bumbling about on the South side of the world, Spark found himself on some beach resort located here on this nice sunny day. The little boy folded his arms behind his head, and marched along the sandy ground, leaving behind bare footprints. He has been to beach like areas before on different planets, but he would usually be on a job with that old bat of a "mother" of his. Whenever he found himself on a sandy ground, he would always take his shoes off, and fling them somewhere, enjoying the feeling of sand between his toes. He'd also forget where the hell he placed these shoes of his, but luckily, Gekikio would always find them, and toss em right back into the runt's face. Unfortunately for him, the woman wasn't here with him, but he would probably worry about that later....
Right now, it was time to do some exploring. "Why the hell am I even doing this? I should be out training, or taking on some kind of Merc Work!" he said to himself, visibly annoyed, and bored. He'd look around to see many people in their swimsuits, playing around, getting a tan, building sand castles, going for a nice swim, all that beach jazz. Perhaps he should get himself into that action, but then again he must get to work at becoming a better Mercenary than that old bat of a Heran! He tried his best to ignore the water, continuing to walk along as he glanced over to it occasionally. The waves beckoned him like a Siren which caused him to grit his teeth, trying to resist. Should he? No, he should not! It was business time...But....business time could wait, right....?
Spark stopped in his tracks, and glanced over the the water, giving it more of a sinister death glare as if he was contemplating murdering the body of water. The young teen would then sigh before saying, "The hell with it...." as he started to take off his shirt, sliding it over his head as he began to run. The shirt was still over his head as he began to run, making his way to the water while shouting, "CANNON BAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"
Or so he thought.....
The boy was actually on a collision course to a certain Fox woman, who seemed to be lying about on a lounge chair, minding her own business. If she wasn't quick enough, or paying attention, the zoan would be in for a rude awakening.
Carmel was not paying attention to those around her; this was not her people watching time but her snoozing time and it wasn’t the time for her to care about other people. In fact when she heard some loud kid shouting about a cannon ball, all she did was pull her hat down more while grumbling about overly loud people interrupting her nap. This turned out to be a bit of a problem when all of a sudden something crashed right into her chair hard enough to toss it and her!
Yeah, that was one hell of a way to get woken back up. Not a method she appreciated and a recently awoken Carmel was quite the grumpy fox.
Her mind expanded in a panic, the flares of ki close by lighting up and including a bright electric blue blob that was far too close to her to not be the same brat that just knocked her over. A growl came to her lips as she hit the sand and a very hard telekinetic shove swung for the kid, the fox’s aim quite clearly meant to grab and throw him all the way to the sea.
He wanted a cannonball? Carmel was going to make him a ballistic missile.
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Last Edit: Jan 21, 2017 14:05:20 GMT -5 by Deleted
Still with the shirt over his face, Spark didn't have a damn clue where he was going! But it didn't mean he cared. Still believing he was on course for the water, Spark ran at full speeds until suddenly....
BAM!!!
The boy went crashing into the seat, and the unfortunate fox that laid on top of it, causing the two to fall over as the boy's shirt finally slipped off of him, and onto the sand. At first, Spark was on the ground, his face dug into the sand. The white haired lad would push himself up with his hands as he groaned, spitting some sand out of his mouth in the process. "What just hap-" the Elemi would finally turn around to see the topple over chair, and the zoanthrope who gave him an aggressive glare as he ki flared up. People nearby saw what was going on, and started to panic like they normally do. People were scrambling around, trying to get away as some children sat on the sand, crying as they didn't know what was going on. Fortunately there parents came around, and got them up.
Spark, being as dense as he is had his mind on other things. "Hey, Fluffbutt!! What's the big idea of tripping me up like that!?" the boy shouted aggressively, flailing his arms in annoyance. When it came to manners....this boy clearly had none, but considering who he was raised by, you couldn't really blame him. But karma was about to hit him upside his head.
Without a single warning, the boy was sent hurdling into the air with his eyes widened, and arms now flailing in confusion all the way into the sea with a loud splash! Spark slowly floated down in the water head first as he held his breathe, a look of pure confusion on his face. What the hell just happened? Last he remembered, the boy wasn't trying to fly into the water, or at least not in such a weird way. He was about to sum it up as a result of his crazy electrical abilities that he still has yet to know where they come from until he remembered that fox lady's actions. With his eyebrows now lowered in a more irritated fashion, Spark clenched his fists before rocketing out of the water, flying towards the zoan as lightning crackled around him. The boy landed in front of him as the electricity still floated around his body, glaring up at the woman while gritting his teeth.
"First of all, screw you! Second, your chest is flat, and THIRD...." the boy yelled randomly as he pointed at the fluffy jerk. "How the hell did you do that!? You threw me, but...ya didn't!!" he questioned, still in an aggressive tone, but now with a hint of interest.
Carmel stood up, brushing sand off of her kimono with an angry smirk on her face – it was very satisfying sending the brat for an impromptu swim but she did still have to get all of this sand out of her clothing and her fur. “Damn brats coming out of nowhere….and he spilled my drink too, great.” She flicked her tail out, a cloud of sand getting flung off with the motion.
Unfortunately, the kid didn’t get the message and decided to come back like the little nuisance that he was in a blast of water and electricity. How was he not getting himself electrocuted anyway? “I see, well in order; get a pair of glasses kid, since you’re clearly blind, second –“ She took off her kimono, giving it a hard snap to shake the rest of sand off and revealing the grey and black bikini she was wearing beneath, and also the fact that her chest was anything but flat.
“See point one about needing glasses brat, these are curves, the things that girls get when they hit puberty. Maybe you’ll find out what that is in a few years when you grow up. As for number three, what makes you so sure you didn’t manage to trip over yourself and end up in the sea? You’re certainly clumsy enough for it.” Carmel had her smug smirk on again, she certainly wasn’t feeling like being charitable towards the brat who just knocked her over.
One of Spark's eyes began to twitch as he stood there a finger still pointing in that furry ass' direction. The electricity still popped around the soaked boy, his messy hair now all dropped downward. It didn't happen at first, but it seemed as if the electricity coming in contact with his soaked body was starting to have negative effects on him, his body flinching every time lightning crackled around him. Still he stood his ground, and took the pain, running on pure anger, and annoyance of the woman.
As she started to tell him off, the boy would watch as she took off her kimono, causing Spark's eyes to pop open some. Well...it was clear that he was wrong with his second statement, but still he stood behind the first! "Geez, if my mother was here right now. She'd be all over ya." he claimed casually with a dumbfounded look on his face, still pointing at the woman. Spark's adopted mother was known for having a thing for the same sex, even witnessing her flirting quite a few times. She had a thing for women who appeared cuddly, and innocent, kind of like the fox the boy was eyeing right now. His anger then reignited as the fox tried to play that little stunt she pulled as entirely the teen's fault, causing him to grind his teeth before stopping suddenly, standing back up firmly as he placed his balled fists on his hips with a smug grin. "Ya must not know who I am, Fluffbutt. Clearly, I'm waaayyyy too awesome to be tripping over anything." he said confidentially right before rubbing the side of his index finger under his nose. "Clearly, you used some janky witch, voodoo bull crap as you are obviously dressed like someone who would...." he assumed as he turned around, folding his arms behind the back of his head. "Although it was....slightly awesome, you're still going to have to....."
He'd then turn back around to face the woman as he spread his arms out, fists still clenched hard. "SUFFER MY UNYIELDING RAAAAAGGEEEEE!!!!" as he roared, blue electricity swirled around him, kicking up the sand that was around him with a confident, and somewhat sinister grin on his face. But it would all be pointless as he once again gets himself shocked, his hair now standing up as he fell to his back, a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth as he stared at the sky with his eyes widened. "Screw...you....ya furry....witch." he said, taking a breathe between every word.
The brat was obviously not used to getting told off for his antics – what kind of parents did he have to encourage this kind of terrible behaviour? Ugh, it didn’t matter much she supposed, she just needed to work out how to get the kid to go away and leave her alone. She could see him flinching with the electricity yet he insisted on keeping that up!
At least he recognised that his figure comments were quite off. “Where is your mother anyway to keep you in check? Although from the way you’re looking at me, I might be busier with taming her than anything else.” Ah the things she dealt with. It wasn’t as if she was adverse to the feminine gender, but if the mother was anything like her son…yeah. Speaking of. “Yes, you’re quite awesome all right, so awesome that you’ve managed to fry yourself.”
Indeed the kid did, and he was currently smoking on the beach. The fox looked at his twitching form and sighed, she supposed that it would be in bad form to just leave the brat here….. “If I end up regretting this, you are going back into the ocean brat.” She raised her hand above him, the currently disabled kid getting lifted up by her voodoo witch magic as he put it. Assuming a lack of meaningful resistance from him, she carried him to the outdoor chairs, dropping him on a seat, a towel lifting up and flying into his face.
“Okay kid, let’s try this again. Who are you supposed to be and why were you running around with your shirt over your eyes? And seriously, where is your mother or whoever is supposed to be watching your hyperactive self?” This boy had better not be running around alone, what kind of irresponsible twit let a kid with so much ki and so little control be about my themselves?
Spark laid there like a lifeless body, minus the obvious breathing with dark marks surrounding different parts of his body. At this point he was unconcious, but still mumbling out words that were hard to hear. People who watched all this unfold from a distance were beginning to believe that the fox woman had did something to him, while others believed that he was instead struck down by the Gods themselves due to the amount of lightning they saw. Either way, people were confused, and didn't know what the hell was going on, nor did it seem like they wanted to know.
Without his knowledge, the fox woman seemed to have actually taken mercy on the little asshole, and lifted him to a chair, the towel smacking him in the face being enough to cause him to quickly sit up, the towel dropping to his lap as he looked from left to right quickly with eyes widened. "Woah, where am I!? Is this heaven!? WHERE IS THE FOOD!?" he yelled out, raising his arms into the air before his eyes finally fell upon the zoanthrope again. "Oh..." he said a bit anticlimactically as he lowered his hands, recalling what had happened in the past few minutes. Like an ape, Spark would scratch his messy hair as the woman spoke to him, a questioning expression on his face as sand fell off of his hair. He seemed calm now, but it was clear he was still peeved about what happened earlier. "Well, if ya must know...." he'd raise the towel to his face, and begin to wipe it against him. "I was going to have fun in the sun, ya know like everyone else, but instead I found myself tripping over your big butt." he said casually with a bit of aggression still lingering while he now wiped his ears. "The name's Spark by the way. Heran warrior, and soon to be a true Merc like that old bat mother of mine." he claimed confidentially with a snicker. Spark isn't aware of himself being an Elemi, or even the existence of that species! He was raised by Herans, so he will identify himself as such no matter what others say.
"My mom hmm?" he'd question as he began to wipe the towel under his arms before snickering. "Ya must want her bad, or something huh? Can't blame ya. We Herans are freakin amazing after all." he'd claim with a smudged grin. "Probably on Planet Hera though, or whatever. She moves a lot because of ya know, merc life." he casually claimed with a shrug, not at all bothered by it as he wanted to be the same as well. He'd then throw the towel to the ground, and stand on the chair with his bare feet. "Now it's my turn to ask the questions, Fluffbutt!" he declared, placing his balled up hands on his hips, leaning his upper body forward some towards the woman with an eyebrow raised.
"Who the hell are you, and why should I caaaarrreeee?"
Carmel was getting a bit annoyed at all of the random whispering about what was going on with this bothersome kid, like the ones who thought that she could summon lightning – if she could do anything like that, there would be a lot more lightning strikes going on, the fox knew that much. At least the little brat had finally woken up and was now ranting about something else idiotic like being in heaven before finally getting around to answering her instead of fooling around.
“Heaven huh? Unfortunately getting the food in this ‘heaven’ will cost you a sizable amount of zeni kid, life’s not free.” She snarked at him, arms still crossed and an annoyed glare on as the lightning pest went on without even a thank you for not leaving me burned on the sand! “So basically you decided to go running like a maniac and somehow failed to see an entire lounge chair.” She sighed dramatically. “So very blind. And if your mother is on another planet, is she honestly letting you run around without anyone looking after your irresponsible self?”
Great, this brat would probably end up blowing up a transformer or something like that and then end up ruining her little mini vacation. Why her? “Why are you saying we Herans anyway? You’re an Elemi, an electric based one clearly given your sparking incident. Probably adopted given what a brat you are…..” She muttered at the end.
The towel flew back up from the sand and at Spark’s face, the fox refusing to budge from where she was. “I am Carmel Dulcis little brat, and you clearly care enough since you’re the one who asked me in the first place.” She responded with a smug smirk. “Also I’m clearly smarter than you; for example, tell me kid, do you know what happens when water, especially salty water like an ocean, and electricity mix?” She asked rhetorically – well she hoped so at least, the last incident should answer that question but this kid seemed to be on the dense side……
"Umm...Of course life ain't free, lady. What do you think this is, Heaven?" Spark responded with a confused expression, not fully comprehending that's what the fox pretty much had just said. The boy then placed a pinky in his ear, and began digging in it casually as the woman talked about how stupid he was being, running around like a maniac, and such. "Well, it ain't my fault ya put that lounge chair in my way...Plus, I don't need ANYBODY looking after me! I can look after my own damn self, lady." he claimed before taking the pinky out of his ear, rubbing it against the lounge he was brought to. A stubborn, and pretty...dense one this child is. At this point, it seemed like beating him was the only way to see reason...sometimes.
He'd then cock an eyebrow as the fox told him about his actual species, causing him to tilt his head. "The heck's a Eleminimi?" he asked confusingly, butchering the hell out of that word. This is actually the first he has ever heard about this. Even his mother who knew of the species decided not to tell him as she saw no real point in it. Plus, she saw him more as a fellow Heran than anything else, whether he really is one, or not. "Sure, I might not look like one, but I'm a HERAN, and proud to be one dammit!" he claimed with confidence, pointing a thumb towards his heart. "You can sit there on your hands, and make up as many words as ya want, but that ain't gonna change a thing, fluffy butt."
After getting smacked in the face by that sand covered towel, and throwing it off of him, the kid would quickly start rubbing his eyes while grunting. Having sand in your eyes is the WORST. He then began to spit out any that got in his mouth before pausing once he heard the woman utter her name. "Wait....ya mean like, Caramel?" the kid laughed, still spitting some sand out in the process. "I bet ya don't taste as sweet!" he'd laugh harder like the immature brat he is even as she asked her question, and declared how smart she was. "Who cares about that stuff!? Your name is FREAKING Caramel!!!"
he went on about it, now down on his stomach as he laughed. "Was your mom eating a caramel sundae when she popped ya out of that cabbage patch, or whatever!?"
Wow, she thought that the brat was dense before but she needed to adjust her estimations since this sparky kid was redefining the meaning of the word. Some battles weren’t worth the effort of fighting though and getting into an argument over pointless semantics would do nothing but give her a headache in the end. “Eh sure, call yourself whatever you want Mc Sparky, just try to not go all lightning rod during a rainy day, okay?”
She was at least getting some fun out of seeing him deal with the same sandy mess she had to before except that Carmel made sure to aim for the face because she really needed him to get the pain of getting sand out of a kimono. Well it was fun until the brat started in about her name. The most annoying part of it all was that he was….disturbingly close about how she really ended up with that name. “It is perfectly natural for women to end up with odd cravings during things anyway…..” She’d heard the story enough times about how her mother couldn’t get enough caramel ice cream, to the point that she named her after her addiction. One that Carmel herself ended up inheriting oddly enough, she’d have thought that she wouldn’t be able to stand the treat if her mother ate as much as she said.
“What are you laughing about anyway? At least my name doesn’t sound like my mother chose the laziest option possible, like say, naming a little brat Spark because he keeps making sparks. And little children like you shouldn’t be asking about if adults taste sweet for the next ten years or so, that’s the kind of talk that gets people arrested.” Then something the kid had mentioned before decided to rise to the front of her mind.
“Wait, cabbage patch? Do you still –“ The rest of her comment was lost in a strangled breath as Carmel was the one now laughing like a maniac, holding her sides with how hard she was laughing at the kid. “Hahahaha! Cabbage patch! Oh you poor shorted out brat, maybe when you finally grow up, someone will trust you with how babies really come about instead of the lies they tell little toddlers! What, did your mom decide that kids growing out of the ground like produce sounded better than the magic bird?!”
Spark tilted his head from left to right as he cracked his neck a bit while Caramel tried to give him some well needed advise....that he will of course ignore. "Screw you, I can let loose whenever, and wherever I want!" as he said that, he rose his arms into the air as electricity briefly crackled around his body.
Still, Spark was on the ground busting his ass about the whole Caramel thing. Who on Earth would name their child after a treat!? He'd then roll around, still chuckling as Caramel came up with her own comeback. "Bahahaha!! You're just mad because ya don't have a badass name like Spark!!" he claimed before stopping as she spoke about someone getting arrested for talking about someone....questioning if another tastes sweet. What the annoyed fox meant easily went over the boy's head like most other children which let to Spark giving the fox a puzzled expression. "What the hell does jail have to do with tasting sweet?" he'd question, but instead it seemed that the zoan has found herself now in a laughing fit.
"Hey! What's so funny about coming from the damn cabbage patch? I came out of one, my mom came out of one, that dude over there came out of one...." pointing to some random guy who was watching from the distance, scurrying off in a panic the moment that happened. "Yours was probably all rotting, and stunk like a baboon's ass, but still a cabbage patch nonetheless." he claimed, folding his arms behind the back of his head. "Oh, and what's this about "magical birds?" Maybe you should lay off of the ice cream as it seems all of it isn't just going to gut of yours..." he claimed as he pointed at the woman's obviously flat stomach, sticking his tongue out in the process before snickering. No matter how stupid, or wrong he was, he could do this all day, believing himself to always be right, no matter what.
Then it finally struck him about something she said earlier....
"Wait...." he'd lower his arms, and look around. "Speaking of getting arrested....You'd think cops would be all over this place by now with all that crap you started." he claimed. Spark wasn't at all a big fan of the law given what he, and his mother do for a living.
“Came from the – what kind of idiot are you brat?!” Carmel hadn’t really stopped laughing at the naïve boy, his insistence that the lies he was fed was reality just making the whole thing that much more hilarious. “Okay kid, you know what, I think I’ll let go of the chair incident, that laugh was worth dealing with you and I can only hope that when you finally get mature enough to handle the truth, I’m there for when you get scarred for life.”
And scarred he’d likely be, Spark was almost certainly the type of kid to overreact in the most fun ways when he eventually got the birds and the bees talk, and from the sounds of his mother, he’d get it in a suitably blunt manner to make it extra horrifying. “I’ll even give you this as a freebie; babies don’t come from the ground you silly boy. Try to find out about pregnancy and maybe you’ll get an idea of what you’re dealing with. In fact, type it into a search engine with safe search off.” And bring on the utter horror of it all.
Wow, she was really extra trollish towards this brat, did dealing with little pests encourage her inner sadist? Or maybe it was because the brat didn’t know when to give up. “I must say though, cabbage patch is quite the inventive euphemism. Crude and probably vaguely insulting, I’m getting such a good idea of your home life from just this conversation. And I already told you brat, you need glasses. It isn’t even as fun trading snark with you since you’re too young to begin to understand the good commentary….and again, I’d rather not get moral police on me for corrupting a brat…… although I suppose some slightly more PG practice isn’t a bad thing……”
She might have mused on the topic a bit longer but then Sparky said something about police? “Why would the cops get called over some idiot knocking over a chair and taking a swim? Unless they call the truancy cops for you.” Which would be hilarious.
At this point a loud whistle pierced the area, a couple of men dressed in official looking uniforms coming out. Joy, the security DID get called. “Excuse us miss, but we have been getting some reports lately of a disturbance going on, a boy matching the description of your charge here being disruptive?”
What.
“What. My charge? I don't have a charge and you should feel bad for that accidental pun.”
“Ah, I’m sorry, your son?”
At this point, Carmel was silent, mostly because she was trying to restrain the urge to send two other people for a dunking.
At this point, Spark had completely stopped laughing, and was at a complete loss about why the fox was laughing. What was so funny about being born? He'd think to himself as he started to look around. "The truth?" Spark tilted his head to the side. "I already told ya the truth, lady! Also, what do you mean you're letting it slide, huh!? You're the one who caused all of this!!" he flailed his arms about as electricity surged around him. She would then attempt to give the boy a hint as to the true nature of child birth, but it would only go over his head like most other things...
"Who the hell is Preg Nancy, and what does that have to do with anything." he'd look at the fox weirdly before shrugging it off. "Ya know what? I don't care anymore." It was actually pretty sad that someone his age still didn't know about at least that. Kids who usually get into their teens are informed about the nature of such stuff, but it seemed like this boy's "mother" either wasn't ready to explain it, or just simply didn't care enough to tell him.....or maybe she just forgot. He'd then listen to the woman ramble on about things he really didn't care about, just looking up at her with an obviously bored expression before yawning. "Has anyone ever told ya you talk a lot?" he asked while pointing up at her, his eyebrows lowering some. "Because ya flung me into the water with your weird voodoo powers!! Why wouldn't the police be here!?" he complained before stroking his small chin with a hand. "But at the same time, thank Kami they haven't showed up! I hate those guys...." he claimed, resting his arms behind the back of his head once again before hearing a loud whistle.
Speak of the devils.....
Spark's face scrunched up some in annoyance once he saw the men in uniform pull up, immediately getting into a fighting stance as if he were ready to throw down. "I will bury you all face first in this sand right here if ya getting any close!!" he claimed, pointing constantly at the ground. He would then here one of them call the boy a "charge" causing him to stand back up perfectly as he broke out into a chuckle. "Hah! Good one...." but his laughter would go away as the cops asked the woman if he was her son. "Woah, there ain't no way this ball of fluff would be my mom! She's nowhere NEAR cool enough...." he claimed, looking up at the annoyed lady before glancing away.
"Though, that voodoo crap she pulled off was pretty awesome...." he'd mumble, but still loud enough for anyone close by to hear.
Carmel had at least gotten calmed to the point of not giving another telekinetic demonstration, although it was a close thing. This didn’t change how not happy she was right now though as she quite readily expressed. “That little brat is NOT my kid. There is no way such a wannabe cool kid could ever be related to my kind of awesomeness. He’s not even slightly fluffy!” She ground out, flipping her hair back as her chin rose in pride while she pointed the finger of accusation at the boy.
“Anyway, I am not responsible for the kid’s actions, nope, not my problem. You two can have fun finding whoever is supposed to be taking care of that stuff.” Unlike Sparky’s battle stance, Carmel remained as she was, confident in not being involved with this mess enough to end up having to fight in the first place.
“I-I see miss, my apologies.” The security guard backed off quickly enough in the face of her explanation and possibly the glare she was giving him, deciding to turn his attention to the boy. “So young lad, where are your parents? You couldn’t have gotten a reservation at the resort by yourself…”
“…You know, that’s a good question, how did he get in here?” Carmel muttered herself, a bit curious on that subject now. The security wasn’t so terrible that a loud kid could just waltz in, right?
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