there's a price to it all [open]

[knaval]

WHO: riptide and open
WHERE: around... mostly heropa and maurtia falls tho
WHEN: over april...... its a catch all lads
WHAT: riptide is fine :)
WARNINGS: uhhhh vague mentions of depression and some light smatterings of alcoholism, probably. TYPICAL IMPORT SUFFERING. possible talk of the bullshit that went down during the timeloop event.



if you like pina coladas

[heropa beaches are pretty big, like all beaches. there's a couple of miles of sand stretched out, all carrying varying degrees of built up communal areas. except that one part where there's a bunch of trash washed up, but we don't talk about that part.

anyway, there's one part of the beach that's usually trash free, only not today. riptide is laying on his back in the sun - kind of annoyed that it's still pretty frigid despite everything - with his hands behind his head, his legs crossed over each other while stretched out and is... doing absolutely nothing. staring up at the sky. wondering why he's alive. ignoring the people who know him from BB3K asking for a picture or autograph. there's been quite a few of them, several of which were pretty upset about being ignored, if the remnants of a splattered milkshake across one part of his waist armour is any indication.

riptide doesn't care, though. despite the people that keep asking him, he continues to ignore them. it's either that or deal with his problems, which. haha. no.]

big mood

[today, about 8pm, riptide is hanging out in one of the more popular clubs in de chima in his human form, with some interesting fashion choices.]

Hey there! [he waves happily at whoever gets close to him. there is a stack of about ten pizza boxes next to him. he grabs one and holds it out.] You wanna chill? I got a bunch of human food, and stuff.

[never mind the several empty bottles sitting next to him. those are someone else's. probably.]

this is my oc, sportagun. he's like sportacus but he has a gun.

[riptide may be kind of an idiot, but he's figured that using his summonable rifle is kind of stupid. as much as he doesn't want to end up losing his aim, riptide would actually prefer to keep his new ability relatively secret, where he can.

this is what has found him at a maurtia falls shooting range. one that's tacked onto a pizza hut. stay classy, america.

he's not sure how the culture all this works, so riptide can be found either in the actual gallery doing... a shoot. or in the gun shop area, looking at the armaments that the organics of this world favour.

oh no

oh no, please someone stop him from edging towards the rocket launcher. oh no.]

Comments

sportagun

[carbonfrozen]

[It is shockingly easy to find both a shooting range and a nearby Pizza Hut in this city, and that's not just because Han's ability means he knows where it is almost automatically. There's at least three in Maurtia Falls alone, and after picking up a pizza and a Coke for himself, Han walks right into the shooting range Riptide is at, licking grease off his fingers.

And then he spots Riptide eyeing up the rocket launcher.

...why do they even have a rocket launcher here? What the hell? Okay, you know what, whatever, Han just wipes the remaining grease off on his shirt and walks up to Riptide.]

You any good at those? [He says, to the giant robot.]

[knaval]

Kind of, [riptide says, looking over the rocket launcher. he looks back to the dinky handgun he'd been using. his target sheet is actually not bad; his war experience shows in the variety of chest and headshots.] I think that's just for decoration, though. Or maybe we take it outside?

[...]

How well do humans do with explosions? You have to be far back from 'em, right?

[carbonfrozen]

[Han glances over at the target sheet, then back at Riptide, and immediately reevaluates how he first thought of this guy because a lot of those shots are the same kinds of shots Han himself would take, in the midst of a fight.]

Yeah, and blow up a couple of trash cans with it, I bet. [There's a fair bit of sarcasm in there, because Han privately thinks that they wouldn't let just anyone head on out with a rocket launcher.]

Real far back, yeah. We don't do too well with being near explosions—between the shrapnel and the fire, it's just not our idea of a good time.

[knaval]

Uh huh. I forgot about the shrap... oh. There it goes.

[fortunately, it's all explained as they chat further - someone comes to pick up the RPG in one hand. turns out it's a plastic replica for people to pretend to use, for a souvenir photo of the day. stay classy.

riptide just watches it go, disappointed.]

Well, whatever. Y'wanna try with more targets? I think if you get a certain amount of points you get some vouchers for something. Two people... double the chance.

[math]

[carbonfrozen]

[At...least.....there's that? But Han watches this with a look of disbelief, like he honestly does not know why someone would go to all the trouble. Real Classy, America.]

Nah, they'll give the vouchers out to just the one person who gets, what, 200 points? [He huffs out a breath, shakes his head. He's pretty sure that of everyone currently visiting this range, he and Riptide may just be the only ones here who have any experience in shooting anything outside it.]

Tell you what, whoever gets there first between us? Gets first pick of whatever vouchers they'll hand us.

big mood

[subroutined]

[ Ash doesn't know what Riptide's human form looks like, so he's a little confused who this complete and total stranger is offering him human food. ]

No thanks, I dont eat.

[knaval]

You poor bugger.

[he shrugs, then takes the box back, opening it and grabbing a slice. he's gonna turn into a ninja turtle at this rate...]

Well, anyway, what's up? I didn't think you went to bars and stuff.

[riptide doesn't realise that ash doesn't know what he looks like...]

[subroutined]

[ Ash watches him, curious, perhaps staring a bit too intently in that uncanny valley way of his. ]

What makes you think that?

[knaval]

[some of his friends don't have faces; he's used to it.]

With the... [a beat.] non... human thing?

the beach

[fireandhoney]

[Finn has yet to check out the beaches, since it's still pretty cold out, but there's a first time for everything. Right now, his little day trip is a little bit of scouting for possible Dark Brotherhood safe houses, and partly just him walking around as usual.

It's not hard to see the giant form of Riptide. Finn approaches the Transformer, noting the stain on his armor.]

Don't tell me you pissed off an ice cream man or something?

[He's assuming it's ice cream, based on the color.]

[knaval]

[he doesn't answer for a long enough time that it might seem like he's just going to ignore finn, but eventually he inclines his head towards the dunmer, yellow optics catching the light.]

No. I think it was someone who watched Big Brother. [he shrugs, the sand by his shoulders getting gouged up slightly.] I don't know. I don't care. It'll melt off, eventually.

[fireandhoney]

I don't watch that, I'm afraid.

[Finn watches very little TV. Sure, he found it amazing at first, that a box could contain moving pictures, and even more amazing was when he found out how video is made. But once the novelty wore off, he realized there were only a few programs he was interested in tuning in to.

Radio, though, he tunes into that quite a bit, especially when Lucien's show is on.]

Is that why you're out here by yourself? Just needed some time away from the fans?

[knaval]

It finished ages ago.

[another shrug. he doesn't much care.]

No. I just wanted to be on the beach. That's all.

Sportagun

[aka_pistachio]

[ Now that she's sufficiently bored by her routine in Nonah, Kelly Ann has decided to go exploring in other cities. She's not about to move to Maurtia Falls like she's following Tate or something. That would be weird. But it's as good a place as any to start.

She's not big on guns but she is big on pizza and that's how she finds herself at the combination Pizza Hut shooting range. Gnawing a slice of her personal deep dish as she checks out the shop. Trying not to let her eyes bug out of her head because there's a lot of shit that's commercially available that isn't back home.

Like that rocket launcher. She swallows before speaking. ]

That's some potato gun.

[knaval]

I don't think it shoots potatoes. They'd be too big.

[good getting the joke, riptide. he gets a bit closer and fortunately, it turns out the launcher isn't real; just a set piece.]

Fuck, it's fake. [he looks back to kelly-ann.] ...And I want another pizza. Fuck.

[aka_pistachio]

Depends on the potato.

[ She says it with deadly seriousness, as that makes it funnier to her. She chews another bite of greasy pizza and swallows as he checks the thing out. It's kind of a relief that it's not real. She isn't sure exactly what the gun laws are like around here. Though what difference does it make when people have fucking superpowers?

Wordlessly, she offers him a slice of hers. ]

You looking to buy a gun or something?

[knaval]

[he takes it with a thankful grunt.]

I guess. Those little ones are deadly... and no, not really. Just want to stay in practice. Makes for a fun afternoon. What about you?

BIG MOOD

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin still hasn't quite adjusted to this lifestyle yet. It was great that he had a job and all. In fact, having something to work on helped him keep his mind from wandering too much.]

[The problem is that his job was full of disaffected teenagers wearing ridiculous clothes and accessories and enjoying things 'ironically.' He can't even count how many times he had to explain what 'ironic' meant to these kids. He can't count that high. The word has practically lost all meaning.]

[Sadly, he can't just live at the that store like he would spend all of his time at the forge back home, so here he is wandering around when he sees someone wearing something that he probably stocks at THOT TOPIC holding out something that smells delicious.]

...Yeah, you know what? I could eat. Question though: Why did you classify it as 'human food?'

[knaval]

[quit hating people enjoying stuff darin you old man]

Cool. It's all yours. I got them all for free, anyway. Benefits of being a reality star. [he snorts, shrugging.] Because I'm not human? Obviously.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Okay.

I'll gladly take the food.

But I just went from one question to about ten.

First, what's a reality star? Second, how is it obvious that you're not human? Three, what the hell are you then?

I reserve the remaining seven for after I'm done with this round cheesy plate you just handed me.

[Which he starts to dig into. Or rather, attempts to. He doesn't realize he can pick up a slice so he's rolling the whole pie up then attempting to bite into it like a churro.]

[knaval]

[s l o w exhale.]

I was on TV, lots of people saw me and know me from that. It's obvious because I said human food instead of just food. An alien.

[riptide is not going to correct this. he's just going to watch. and wait.]

the worst choice, of course (though it was a tough choice): the range

[mindsnakes]

[ Everything sucks here, but at least there's a range. Thank fuck.

Not that Overkill needs practice. He's been a dead shot since he was Straight Shooter, and that was before the cyberenhancements. So he's not here JUST to show off; he's also here to recon--get the measure of the competition here. Because, you never know. Someone might not suck.

And besides, it's always good to check out what's for sale. Nothing will ever replace Shakira, but, hey, it's not cheating if he's just looking at other guns.

That guy, though.... Looks a little too much like that Urmanian freak Bakkup. ]

At least you ditched the hat. That was a stupid look. [Says, uh, Overkill. Fashion icon.]

LAFFS

[knaval]

[riptide does not pay attention to overkill for a good few minutes, before realising the comment was directed at him.

a little late:] What hat? I don't wear a hat.

[...wait. that voice. he beams.]

Oh my god! Diaper baby!

[and then he died, probably]

y r u so mean

[mindsnakes]

[ There's a long moment, because pieces don't exactly click fast in his head. He's more the action guy.

But even he can't NOT make that connection. ]

YOU. [No killing, yet, but there's definitely a sword in the general vicinity of your jerk face.]

tsundere love

[knaval]

Hey!

[riptide seems entirely unfazed by the sword. it's not the first time nor will it be the last time he's been threatened with one.]

What're you doing here? Also, what's your actual name? I don't like diaper baby. It's not funny anymore.