Island Resort ~The RP~

[Sou Jara]

Locale Name:Jarian Island Resort

Classification: District
(district, business, city service, eatery or inn, clan, other)

Controlled:Jarians

Description:
an island resort with a swimming pool, palm trees groun in the ships botanical deck, a number of personal resort houses and a large elaborate building that served as the lobby, entertainment center and main hub.

though under the surface this island under jarian control held many secrets...

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[Sou Jara]

the space ship settled a ways from byako proper though still well within city waters and half submerged itsef in water.
then using powerful suction engines it pulled sand from the ocean floor and sprayed about the top of the ship until one would thing it was naturaly sand.

then sections of the ship opened up and lifted upwards giving it the apearance of an island resort with a swimming pool, palm trees groun in the ships botanical deck, a number of personal resort houses and a large elaborate building that served as the lobby, entertainment center and main hub. the three Dolls walked out of a palm tree within the islands hotel lobby with the rug and half buried it in sand.

the Forsaken Doll walked into the hotel lobby and began to go over the financials and such.
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The Samurai Doll stood there guarding the half buried rug.
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and the Mage Doll began to walk the shore of the island on guard duty.  

[Sou Jara]

Lutia apeared sitting back on a beach blanket with a parasol above her
"well that was a good spell. Ten points for accuracy"  

[silentdraconis]

Nick (fortunately having laid 'his' hands on a spare shirt/dress/thing) turned around and blinked repeatedly.
After a moment, s/he said in a very annoyed, slightly louder than normal voice "NIGHTMARE!"
And one got the tingling goose-bump sensation down their spine that something was answering the young (apparently a) man's call, all though the voice of Terror could not be heard by any ears but hers.
-it wasn't me-
"Then who-"
-try ms. sunshine over there- and Nick's gaze was directed at Lutia.
~and get that poor girl her shirt~ The second, a voice of Dreams, brushed through the shape-shifter's thoughts directing her/his eyes to the unfortunate Haru. 'He' quickly averted 'his' eyes and offered the garment to the unfortunate 'woman.'
"Sorry there's nothing better..." 'Or more supportive' almost fell out of the female's very male mouth, but didn't. She caught herself just in time to avoid what would likely have been a very painful smack across her/his jaw.
Or that lovely blade through his stomach....  

[Sou Jara]

lutia smiled devilishly as she found an ice chest with some unique contents
"oh we have a few shirts over here if you would like one to keep things under wraps"
she holds up one of the shirts a dark red color with a strange cresent moon surounding an eye cast in gold emblazoned on the back  

[Rowen McNeill]

Haru more or less screamed, clutching nothing but 'her' sword (it was really all that (s)he had a chance to grab). When they got there, the sword was in the midst of being loosed when Nick offered the shirt/dress thing. It was grabbed, and swiftly slipped on. The other offered clothes were grabbed aswell, but not yet donned. Both women got apprehensive expressions of 'thanks', simply because as a female Haru could be uncharactaristically polite. And drunk, but that was beside the point. The other clothing items would be used, but only when (s)he was someplace with some form of privacy.  

[Sou Jara]

lutia passed over a grass skirt and a matching coconut thing with a similar logo and pointed to a tent up the beach usualy used for changing into beach wear
"you probaly want to go in there"  

[Rowen McNeill]

Haru glared at the grass skirt and matching coconut thing, before looking at the woman with an 'are you kidding me?' expression, and then moving her blood-red eyes back to the items being offered. After a few minutes of glancing back and forth with an obviously annoied air, the teenager took the items and stalked off to the tent.

It took longer then one would expect, but when Haru returned it was obvious as to why. The items Lutia had offered were visible, but far from intact. Covering her upper-body was the shirt, and she seemed to be well-supported, though the coconut shells were apparently turned itno a make-shift box of some sort, hanging from a belt made of grass. Said belt held up a skirt, which one could tell (upon close inspection) was originally part of the shirt-dress thing Nick had handed 'her' earlier. Some of the remaining cloth had been used to tie the sword Kuroryuu to her waist, and the rest was in the coconut-container-thing for future use.

"Sorry that took so long... those things wern't going to give me enough support..." There was a band of pink across the 14 year old's cheeks- apparently talking about 'support' made 'her' a tad uncomfortable. Especially infront of guys.  

[silentdraconis]

Nick choked on a bark of laughter, doubling over from coughing (and to hide 'his' grin.) After a short span of time, maybe a minute, 'he' straightened, cleared his throat, and grinned. "I'm surprised you didn't keep the pants. Congradulations on inginuity." He tilted his head to the side to look at Lutia. "Now what are we doing here? It seems kind of out of the way..." He looked at his own clothes, ill suited to cleaning before, they were even more so now.
It was very easy to fix, but only if s/he went out of sight.  

[Sou Jara]

she couldnt help but smile at harus new look admiring the change of attire perticularly the skirt and the jarian shirt
and now i have a new jarian...yippee
Lutia pulled the ruined letter from her pocket and looked along the beach
"this might sound odd but look for a rug buried in the beach sand with a bamboo air pipe sticking from it"  

[Rowen McNeill]

"Shut up." Haru grumbled something aobut not being able to grab them in time, but fully intending to grab a pair at the first possible oppoertunity. Not to mention that 'his' pants had been seriously damaged aswell. There was the posibility of summoning a pair of pants (or even, a more characteristic ensamble) from another dimention, but that would also wear 'her' out, so...

The teenager had no idea what any logo on whatever (s)he could be wearing might indicate, instead being satisfied with 'her' present level of modesty.
"A rug? With an airpipe?!" The teenager glanced around, and wondered silently if the day could get any weirder. It certainly could, but Haru had yet to learn the true meaning of living in Byako.  

[silentdraconis]

"A rug with an airpipe..." Nick looked around, 'his' gaze drifting over the smooth, pale beaches of this strange locale, one dark eyebrow raised, only just beginning to feel too warm as the sun pressed on 'his' dark clothes, but feeling more comfortable in man-shape than he had before. It was a benefit of being a shape-shifter: you got used to change. Change of scenery, change of pace, even change of gender was easy to accept. Nic was more comfortable as 'Nick' now, than she might have been as herself. For one thing, the personality traits 'she' displayed were more suited to 'her' newest task, for another, being 'Nic' now would be too revealing. Let them think her/him demonic. anything but the truth, for an extra ace is always best when hidden in one's sleeve.
S/he narrowed his eyes, peering down the beach.
"Like... that?" s/he pointed at what s/he thought might be what they were looking for, but he would have had to dig it out to be certain of what it was. (From where the shape-shifter stood, it could just as well be a simple stick standing proudly in the stand, the last block of a once proud sandcastle.)  

[Sou Jara]

the Forsaken doll using a bucket added another tower to his sandcastle he built to hide the victim and waved at the aproaching group
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Lutia nods smiling as she makes her way towards the offending castle she turns to the previously naked girl and 'nick'
"alright buried under here is our mission. we will enter the mind of what is under this sand and try to find the door"
she fingered the ring thoughtfully as she said this  

[Rowen McNeill]

Haru blinked. First at the peice of the castle (which, as far as he could tell, was a pipe) then at Nick (certain there was much more there then met the eye) and then at Lutia (downright confused). "Uhm, I know this may be a bad time, but I was just wondering if you could, well, maybe..." As a girl, Haru was generally more level-headed, and less violent. The change in personality was gradual, taking less time each episode, but it was never complete. "...TELL ME WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING HERE?!"

As a boy, Haru was an assasin of sorts. A hitman really, but prestently he was more in line for mercenary work, since 'quitting' his last job. As a girl, Haru was skillful shinto priestess, or Meiko, with the ability to bind and transport her adverseries with little more then a spell and a hand movement (though, even 'she' recognized there was much more to be learned in that field). Dispite the sword at 'her' side, there was very little girl-Haru could do with it, save maybe trip somebody or cut some rope.  

[silentdraconis]

Nick pointed at the girl with one of those blank expressions. "I agree with her, but mostly because I don't know why she's here. Or me, actually... What am I s'posed to do?"
Enter the mind? that wasn't in the shape-changer's repertoire--unless whoever it was was sleeping, of course.