fh_trips | Necker Island, Thursday, February 23, 2017 [morning]

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spring break 2017: necker island

Necker Island, Thursday, February 23, 2017 [morning]

The sun rose on another beautiful day on Necker Island! Ready to explore? Swim? Drink too many daquiris, get sunburned and regret everything?

All of those options and more are available for you!

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"Pretty much. Though I think they're fused to Rebellion," Dante offered. He rolled his shoulders. "Wanna see now? You're gonna have to let go for a second."

Ada patted him on the back. "Show me what you got, then," she challenged, scooting back a bit so he could get up. "If'n it's as cool as you make it sound."

She wasn't above egging him on, no.

"Yeah, yeah," Dante teased back, as he rose fluidly to his feet.

The mark on his back began to glow. For a moment, it was the familiar shape of Rebellion that coalesced into being; then it twisted, became heavy and red, the intricate artful swirls that decorated the blade almost too delicate for an axe that deadly.

Dante reached back and plucked it off his back. Arbiter was heavy in his hands, but familiar.

Ada yelped in surprise as Rebellion shifted and changed. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, when Dante said he thought they were fused to Rebellion, but it wasn't that.

"You an' your big weapons," she said, shaking her head. "'S that...what were th' names? Arbiter or Osiris?"

"This one's Arbiter," Dante said, giving the axe a good twirl. It sounded heavy as it hit the sand. "It packs a mean-ass punch."

"I'll take care not t' get in punching range," she laughed, shaking her head. "I don't think I could even pick it up, it's huge!"

"Pretty heavy too," Dante agreed merrily.

And then, because he had bad impulse control, he slammed the axe down, flooding it with some of his energy. It kicked up sand everywhere-- and then a red, spectral version of the axe shot forward, causing more sand to explode forward, like a destructive pebble gone skipping across the beach.

That. Was. Amazing. Ada let out a loud whoop, clapping as the sand as thrown out and away from the impacts. "Ooo! Try it with th' water!"

Impulse control? What impulse control?

Dante laughed. "Sure," he called, already stepping up to the water's edge. "Just stay back!"

Five seconds later, water everywhere.

Ada screamed with laughter, throwing up her hands to protect her face from any back-spray and giggling wildly.

"'M savior, protectin' me from the ocean!" she cheered. She'd get up once the spray died down and toss any confused jellyfish or other sea-creatures back in the water, but but at the moment she was too busy laughing.

"Just doin' my job," Dante called, giving the axe another twirl. (It was heavy, even for him, and it showed.) "Anyway, that's Arbiter."

He spared Osiris a thought for just a second, and that was all the blade in his hands needed-- growing long and thin, ending in a beautiful - and sharp - arc, humming a heavenly blue-white. "--And this is Osiris."

This time Ada was prepared for the flowing shape-change, and gasped in delight. "Well ain't that a pretty thing?" she said admiringly. "Looks almost like it's made out of a cloud!"

This one moved as easily as if it was made out of light; Dante let it whirl through the air at impossible speed. "I kinda dig it," he said. "It gets a whole bunch of demons at once."

"I'd say th' poor things won't know what hit 'em, but they deserve it," Ada replied, watching it twirl with wide eyes. "Careful you don't give yourself a haircut!"

"Nah, I have a handle on it," Dante called. "It's part of me anyway."

It twirled just as well when he used it vertically. Kind of like a crazy mower, in a way, or an automatic cutting board.

The scythe halted abruptly, with a chime; as it hummed with accumulated power, Dante put it down in the sand.

"It slices, it dices, it sings!" she said, delighted. "They're both beautiful; you really did get nice toys, didn't you?"

"Can't complain," Dante said, grinning.

He let his focus slip away from the scythe, and it realigned itself back into Rebellion. "A few extra pounds of mayhem."

"Not that you need any help when you set yourself t' mayhem," she teased. "Next time something nasty shows up at th' school, I'm gonna sit on th' roof of th' dorms an' watch you kick some ass."

"Aw, you'll let me have all the fun?" Dante said, sauntering back towards her.

Ada made a face. "'Let' is a strong word," she said. "I know my strengths, an' it's runnin' away."

That wasn't entirely true: Ada'd been practicing a lot with the knives Isabela had given her. She just...images of the Brood impaling her flashed through her brain, and one hand absently brushed over that part of her abdomen and its baby-scales. She was leagues better than she had been, but there was always going to be the fear of not being good enough compared to all her other friends.

She blinked and shook her head. "B'sides--" Ada flashed him an impish grin. "Who says watchin' you work up a sweat ain't fun?"

"Fine, fine," Dante said.

He kneeled down beside her in the sand. "Anyway, I think I promised you something about the suntan."

"Wouldn't want t' make you break your promise," she said with a grin. "Especially since 'm gonna benefit."

Well, to be fair, they both benefited.

Dante threw her a wink and reached for the lotion. "Do your best 'lounging mermaid' impression," he said.

"Can't do m' best impression without someone here t' feed me grapes or whatever," she joked, but got comfortable next to him. "Mermaid Ada, here for all your loungin' needs."

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