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[OPENish] ~LIFE NEEDS MORE BEACHES & BONFIRES~

WHO: Josuke, Kaneki, Hazel, Annie, Hide, Reiner, Usagi, Jolyne, Giorno and possibly Hisoka
WHERE: Cape Canaveral Beach
WHEN: Saturday Night, February 7th
WHAT: BONFIRE! BOOZE! ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS! ...skinny dipping?
WARNINGS: Teenagers. Shenanigans. Probably mentions of nudity. TBA IF THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE!
NOTES: More or less OPEN? I mean, if one of the above characters would have or did invite yours (talk to the muns!) then please come join us! Opener's in prose, but feel free to use whatever works the best!

They'd come from their homes to the military base in Cape Canaveral, and that was where they'd agreed upon meeting one another.

The plan from thereon in was simple. (Maybe too simple to start with—Josuke had originally under planned, after all—but thanks to some helpful 'intervention' things were on course and running smoothly.) A hop, skip, and a jump away was the beach, but in order to be sure they were appropriately distanced from military property, those who were able and willing were to visit the garage and borrow vehicles that could be used to usher their small group a little ways down the coastline.

And by the time they had all arrived at the designated location—an end of the beach decorated with bits of driftwood and only a very light dappling of footprints—the sky was already beginning to darken. The bands of color that had once streaked the horizon like the layers of a sedimentary rock were now fading to a beautiful blue-grey monochrome; the rippling waves looked less like glimmering silk and more like impenetrable velvet; and the sun was barely a glowing sliver, minutes away from disappearing entirely behind the skyline.

It was cool, but not cold, and as the fire was struck, as it reached brightly skyward, flames dancing and crackling, warmth soon began to fan outward.

Around the bonfire were blankets and towels for people to sit on. There were snacks of all kinds: marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers, chips, and hot dogs—and there were skewers with which to stab several of these foods. There was a volleyball, too, pairs of binoculars, someone's media player and headphones, and a small cooler full of drinks on ice: water, some selections of soda, and of course...the alcohol. In short, everything anyone calling themselves a 'teenager' might need to cut loose on a Saturday night.

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He doesn't feel.

A. Thing.

Until he feels his face crash into the sand! Thanks, asshole!

Too bad he's not letting go, so you're going down with him!

Yep, felt or saw. And that's fine- actually as soon as his arm lightens up in surprise he'll- yank back and out of the grip, sitting back behind him now and slicking a hand through his hair.

Josuke spits out some sand as he sits up...and hastily grabs for a bottle of water from the nearby cooler. Not. Talking to the clown for a second. Too busy washing the gritty grains from his mouth. Blegh! But then...he shoots Hisoka a look. And grins.

"Guess I asked for that. But seriously! Sticking marshmallows to a guy? Not awesome."

Are they still stuck even? He's...checking. And ignoring a slightly sore jaw. At least the sand was kind of soft!

They are.

"And cheating is? Just what did you do?" A smirk, sitting with his hands up by his mouth, eyes sultry as they look up to Josuke. Yes, just what WAS that ability exactly? It- didn't quite make sense to him at all.

Ugh, totally rude. He fidgets and tries pulling them off...to no avail. Yet again.

"Wasn't cheating, we never agreed on any rules!"

That's his story and he's sticking to it!

...but as for Hisoka's question...

"You unstick these and I'll tell you, how's that for a deal?"

Hands up! They fall.

Gestures to him, looking up with a bright smile.

"So?"

Double checking! And yup, hands patting down the various parts of him that were marshmallow-attached a few seconds earlier—he's all good. Even that marshmallow that was stuck to his forehead!

...punting them into the fire for good measure before pulling himself back into a proper sitting position. And throwing his chin into his hand, his eyes flicking in Hisoka's direction. Thoughtful.

He then says, "I can fix stuff." And, as if to prove a point, he polishes off the water in his bottle before holding one end to the fire. The plastic melts pretty quickly, but before the damage can get too bad, he puts the end in the sand.

Holding it up so Hisoka can see, the bottom of the bottle appears bubbled and charred, the plastic having curled in on itself, forming large holes in some spots.

If Hisoka decides to use Gyo...he might be able to see Josuke's Stand reach over his shoulder and run its hand through the bottle. For a second, it looks as though it might break apart further, but then...the plastic moves, bending and twisting on its own, reforming into its proper shape, bits that had dripped into the fire itself shooting back towards the bottle until—voila!!

It's whole again.

And Josuke tosses the empty bottle towards Hisoka to inspect for himself.

The fires crackles and hisses at the sand and marshmallows thrust into it but Hisoka's attention stays on Josuke, staring as he has in the past- trying to- see that figure that stands behind him at times, but never in full view. For some reason only- the hands of the thing are a little more visible.

He WILL use Gyo this time, expecting it after all, and centers his Nen on his eyes, seeing the figure in full view finally. Almost feels silly not comparing it to Jonathan's vines... So they acted the same, the same sort of power from- their world. But in two very different forms an with drastically different abilities.

A punch and- the bottle's fixed. Hisoka's eyes go wide. That ability is useful and he's very much into knowing more. But part of him can't help but think- the ability is a sort of cop out. Something doesn't seem exactly- trained. More like it was given, almost like the powers the Porter bestowed.

He cocks his head, staring at the Stand, making it obvious he can see it before looking back to Josuke.

"Fix? Is it so simple? Those marshmallows weren't exactly 'broken', now were they?" Brows up. "Or I perhaps, restore is a word for it. Anything at all?" Catches the bottle, looking it over, sliding fingers over it, and glancing up to Josuke's Stand once again, meeting it's eyes.

Wait, is Hisoka...? He is! But how? He's staring right at his Stand when he shouldn't be able to see it! ...just a coincidence?

No, it's not. Crazy Diamond moves, and the other man's eyes register the movement. Which is enough to startle Josuke into letting his Stand disappear again. 'Letting', as if it's not done deliberately so he doesn't have to deal too much with that strange fact. Or the attached thought - Jolyne probably reaming him out if she caught wind of this. And this time, he's kind of thinking he'd deserve it.

...not that it stops him from talking. Hisoka's odd, but he's not so bad. Right?

"Well, the marshmallows were 'breaking down'. I can spit you some science if you want." Somebody please, make him stop with the puns! "There's enzymes in your saliva and that breaks down food, so...technically I really was fixing them. But you can call it restoration if you want, too. In the end...it's all the same."

Josuke shrugs.

The ability isn't trained in the sense that Hisoka's thinking of, but...if he was curious enough to ask, Josuke would tell him more about how he had trained it. Or rather, trained himself to be able to use it. It was a flexible Stand ability, after all, best utilized by a creative mind. All the ways he's thought of how to 'fix' things since he was a kid and came into his power...well, he's lost count of them by now. Not that he was ever actually counting. But there were a lot!

In any case...he shakes his head after a moment. Eyes on the fire.

"Almost anything. For inanimate objects, as long as all the pieces still exist...I can put it together again. And as for people...as long as they're technically still alive, I can heal them."

Which spoke the obvious for him: that he couldn't bring back the dead.

His gaze suddenly leaves the Stand to look at Josuke again. Ah- was he looking at something he shouldn't? So then, it's not something people usually see. Perhaps only special cases, maybe Jonathan, or Joseph would be able to see them- those WITH them, whatever they are can. But he shouldn't- though that's the beauty of this place, isn't it? So much to encounter.

A chuckle, sliding a hand up under his chin. "Bing bong- what I thought, 'fixing' more of a crude way of describing it then? You can do quite a bit with such an unspecific word." That's- really how the power appears anyway. As if the words 'you can fix things' were said, and all the possibilities with that were given to him. Rather than the other way around. How- silly, how impressive, and yet still not. Something still seems less- worked upon. Though he's unsure, still too much in unknown to him.

Then again yes- the potential there is still what keeps his interest. What Josuke can do now, only hints to what he could do later. With an ability that starts with 'fix things' and can literally be anything that stems from those words- the possibilities are quite expanse. It can be trained, learned, grown upon, just as his ability to flex and stretch himself given to him by the Porter. The potential is what has him staring like a wolf at the boy.

"How useful." A smile. It made sense then, why Chrollo had that meeting arranged. Of course the leader would want to take any ability made available. But ever since Josuke made it know that he was a healer- well, even more of a reason. And to know how extensive that power could be? Hisoka was even more excited for the Troupe Leader to have it.

A wider smile, one of his hands gripping a little tighter than necessary at his own thigh. But he's quiet about it. "I imagine you can do very much with something like that. And you're so young, Josuke." Eyes slim, lips curling. "I can't wait to see more of you here, not that I haven't been enjoying your company already."

"I'm not gonna fuss over wording," Josuke says. For all he cares, someone could call it something as long-winded as returning-a-thing-to-one-of-its-previous-states-of-being and it'd still be accurate. The power itself is unspecific, in the end—so an unspecific description, at least in the teen's mind, really suits it best. Plus, 'fix' rolls off the tongue and is just all around easier to say.

He stretches, toes digging into the sand closer to the fire for warmth, but his gaze has returns to Hisoka. Baby blues...contemplative. Because it always means something when somebody looks at you like that. The question is...what. What's on Hisoka's mind, exactly?

"More, huh?" He purses his lips as he considers that, then adds, "Pretty sure you've already seen more than most people get to." Referring to having seen his Stand at all. He's still not sure how Hisoka did that. Some Porter power? Or something from his own world that allows him to detect certain kinds of energies, maybe? Either way, he's not sure what to make of that. If it's...nothing to worry about. Or something.

"Anyway, don't get your hopes up!" He claps Hisoka on the shoulder. "I don't generally bring it out to just goof off, you know? Tonight's just...an exception."

What a crock. He uses his Stand for a lot of things. All the time.

"More than? Perhaps- but not what you can do with it, that's really what I'm interested in." The potential of it all. he pulls in a deep breath, enjoying the look he's getting from Josuke right now. And despite how he tenses at Josuke's sudden touch to his shoulder, his mood stays high, cocking his head to glance over at him.

Ah- it's worth a shot.

"Not for goofing off- so then- for something else?" Smiles. "Are you the sort to spar, Josuke? I am, and isn't it important to keep yourself active here? Idle hands are the devil's playthings after all." A fight. Give him it. Something about the boy says he'll get it. And with ease. People here can be so nervous and paranoid, it's nice when they just give in.

That earns Hisoka a look before, taking a breath and dropping his hands into his lap, Josuke admits, "Can't be the sort if I've never really done it."

Which he hasn't. Beyond all the fights he's found himself in, the closest he's been to sparring is...probably close-contact sports in gym class. Meaning that the question's at least got his interest piqued. After all, he's considered that he needs to keep his skills sharp, especially here where there's a whole lot more to be worried about than enemy Stand users.

He just thought that maybe his partners for that sort of thing would be...family. Not some...

...looks the other man up and down.

What do you even call someone who dresses like Hisoka does? A performer of some kind? Like a video backup dancer or maybe a clown or—or whatever.

"I don't know, you don't really look much like a fighter..."

[...]

He is... More than, Josuke could ever know- for now anyway.

A breath, closing his eyes and clasping his hands infront of his mouth. Doesn't look like... much of a fighter.

-Anyway.

"I am, infact- heh-" Smiles. "It's my hobby of choice."

Physique doesn't say it all, man. The way Hisoka dresses doesn't at all look like the kinds of fighters Josuke knows.

...unless maybe you count some video game characters in all their flashy garb.

Back to considering the suggestion, though. Because...bottom line? He really wouldn't mind being able to test himself against someone who's not a Stand user, to really see how he holds up in this place. To see what he needs to work on.

"Alright, okay. I'm interested."

Mmnn, good. Shrugs his shoulders up, hiding a slight chill that passes through him.

"Good, we shall then, I look forward to being properly entertained by you." Smiles, sitting up a little more and pulling in a deep breath.

"Be sure to try hard for me, would you?"

"Entertained?" Josuke snorts. "More like I'm gonna knock you on your ass and then you'll cry and smear your makeup."

...no, he doesn't really think Hisoka would cry. He just has a habit of running off at the mouth.

A lot.

A slow.

Smile.

"You think so, do you? Please, Josuke, make me cry then." Tears of joy maybe.

"I will. Your face will be painted with a real tear pretty soon if you don't watch it."

But the joking stops there. He shoves away from his spot near Hisoka and begins picking up the dropped marshmallows on the ground, tossing them one by one into the fire.

"Like I said...it's not something I'm used to 'cause I haven't done it before, but...I won't pull punches if you're serious about giving it a shot." Mostly because he can heal Hisoka up after the fact.

A chuckle, breathing in deep.

"I will, you'll need me to play nice, I assure you. And there hasn't been a fight I've taken seriously in a long time." Honesty there, almost- bitterly, but he keeps his smile on.

"I'll look forward to it. Be sure to let me know when you feel ready." Not that he believes Josuke will ever REALLY be for a while now. Hisoka thinks himself quite adept after all.

...Josuke pauses, last marshmallow in hand.

If what Hisoka says is true, then what's he doing trying to pick a spar with him? Aren't there more than enough people who've come through the Porter who're more experienced than he is, and with powers just as or even more impressive?

Tosses the marshmallow up and catches it.

Stares at it.

"I'll let you know." He means it, even if he's—cautious. And there goes the final marshmallow into the fire, bouncing off one of the logs and slowly beginning to flame up where it lands in the pit. "But...don't tell anyone?"

For two reasons. The first being he doesn't wanna wind up looking like an idiot in front of people he knows, and the second being—if it gets rough, he doesn't want anybody worrying about him. And, okay, maybe there's a third reason. Being able to surprise some of the people he knows later with improvements...yeah, that'd be pretty exciting.

Oh Josuke, it's- not always about the fight NOW but the fight that could happen LATER. Having an idea of what growth has occurred in a person makes it all the better. That and he already enjoys Josuke's company, makes it all the better.

"Hm?" A glance at that. Don't tell? Not that he can't keep a secret, but he's interested in why.

The teen shakes his head.

"You ever wanted to surprise someone with being a bit stronger than they were expecting?"

Because that's...kind of what he hopes to get out of this. Not just to impress, but to prove he can really pull his own weight.

A smile, closing his eyes.

"I do like surprises~ I understand." Holds up a hand, making a zipped lip motion.

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