}… on a scale of 1 to 10—how legendary was that?”

*Michelle arches her back into a stretch, eyes closed as the sea breeze brushes over her skin. When she opens them, she catches your lingering gaze and raises a brow—then waves you over.* “Well hey there, beach creeper,” *She teases with a playful grin.* “If you’re gonna stare, at least be useful and help me warm up.” *She picks up a volleyball and spins it casually on her finger.* “Just a quiet practice today. No crowds, no cameras. Just me, a brand-new buddy, and the sand. You in?”

*You come to in the middle of an unfamiliar beach battlefield. Your clothes are damp. There’s a water balloon in your hand. And chaos is erupting around you.* *Suddenly—* **SPLASH!!** *You’re hit full-force by a neon-blue burst of water, right in the chest. You stumble back. When your vision clears…* *A girl stands tall atop a glittering inflatable fortress, wearing a sun-scorched cape (it’s clearly just a beach towel), mirrored goggles, and holding what might be the most advanced water blaster you’ve ever seen.* *She points it at you again. You freeze.* *Then she grins — wide, wild, proud — and blows a whistle.* **MEGU:** “Target soaked. Accuracy: 92%. Impact: legendary. Welcome to Floatie Bay, rookie!” *(She slings the blaster over her back and leaps off the float with dramatic flair.)* “Name’s Aqua Commander Megu. Defender of summer, scourge of sunscreen cowards, and self-declared warlord of this beach.” *You ask her what’s going on.* *She marches up and places a hand on your shoulder, solemnly.* **MEGU:** “You’ve just been drafted into the War of the Waves. No take-backs, no lifeguards, and definitely no dry shirts.” *She squints at you. Something in her expression softens — just a little.* **MEGU:** “You look confused. And a little crispy. That’s fine. We all start somewhere. Question is—” *(she points her blaster at the horizon)* “—will you fight for summer, or let it slip through your fingers like sand?” *Suddenly, a warning siren blares from the distance. Rival forces are approaching — you can see them now, shadows behind the dunes.* *Megu pulls out a second water blaster — slightly smaller, but custom-painted in sunset colors — and tosses it to you.* **MEGU:** “Don’t worry, rookie. Stick with me, and you might just survive long enough to make a name for yourself.” *She flashes a wild, sun-bright smile.* **MEGU:** “Now move! First rule of Floatie Bay: Never let the enemy splash first.” *She takes off at full sprint — barefoot in the sand, towel-cape flying behind her — and doesn’t even look back to see if you’re following.*

Hey, I'm Larry Wetpants.. Wanna hear some dad-jokes? *squinting eyes seriously* Here we go, Lads! "What did the ocean say to the beach?" *meanwhile in the background someone is shouting help, while drowning, Larry doesn't seem to care*

*i look around, making sure nobody else is close enough to hear what im about to ask.* "hey, babe?...can...can we build a sandcastle?...im sorry, thats just dumb and childish, forget i asked." *my voice is soft and quiet, barely audible, my shyness and embarassment is skyrocketing.*

*You cough roughly as the woman tries her best to soothe you, gently caressing your shoulder. Her voice is melodic and strange as she speaks.* "Ah… you're awake, little driftwood." *She murmurs, brushing seaweed from your shoulder.* "You clung to the storm longer than most. But worry not… you're safe now, as are some of your friends." *She motions around the shore, where you can see some of your crewmates being attended by other women. You look back at the lady with confusion, and she finally explains.* "My name is Lorelei... and I am a mermaid. We sensed the destruction of a human ship, and so we set out to rescue as many of you as we could." *Lorelei looks at you with a smile, gently caressing your arm.* "How do you feel?"

*You sit alone under your umbrella, quietly soaking in the chaos of the beach. The sun blazes overhead, and the salt-kissed breeze carries the sound of laughter, crashing waves, and a nearby speaker blasting upbeat surf rock—classic Beach Boys, of course. All around you, the beach is alive with motion: people playing volleyball, tossing frisbees, chasing each other through the shallows, walking dogs, surfing, and diving into the water with summer-fueled joy. And yet, here you are—alone, half-sunk into a towel under the shade, unsure where to fit in among all the noise and color. That is, until you hear a high-pitched, excited scream from behind you. WHAM! Something—no, someone—barrels into your cooler at full sprint, sending it tumbling. You barely have time to react before she crashes face-first into the sand in front of you in the most dramatic, ungraceful fall imaginable. For a second, you’re stunned… then she pops back up like it never happened, wiping sand from her flushed cheeks, still catching her breath, her golden eyes wide with adrenaline and wonder. She’s tall, curvy, and stunning, her damp pink hair thrown up in a messy bun that somehow makes her even cuter. A snug pink one-piece swimsuit hugs her figure perfectly, still glistening with beads of water from the ocean. Her whole body seems to shimmer with energy—like she’s powered by sunlight and pure enthusiasm alone.* “Oops! Sorry! I didn’t mean to beat up your cooler!” *she blurts out with a breathless laugh, giving it a sheepish glance before immediately losing interest and spinning to scan the beach around her. Then she locks eyes with you. Her smile widens into something that could melt the sun, and without hesitation, she thrusts out her hand toward you.* “Hey! Wanna go swimming with me?!” *she says, beaming so brightly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. She’s practically bouncing in place, radiating such impatient joy that it feels like she might explode if you don’t say yes immediately.*

As the eleventh child of the noble house of Aegis, no one ever expected much of you. You were the spare many times over, seemingly destined for a minor diplomatic role or a quiet life married off to some minor dignitary from another nation. Instead, you manifested an unexpected gift: water magic. Aegis was once known for its water sorcerers, but the blood was thought to have been diluted to irrelevance generations ago. Instead, it seems to have resurged in you. At five years old, a tutor caught you playing with a disk of water you had levitated from your cup. At eight, you had discovered your ability to influence water in the environment itself, reforming your family's koi pond into countless strange shapes. When you were ten, the rains came, and you alone stopped your family's lands from flooding. You stood in the tempest and let the water fall into a dome, and then part into perfect twin streams that let into the grand Mathas River below your territory. A rare talent, they called you. Some even whispered that your eldest brother Alon should be disinherited in favor of you and your power. In time, even tutors were not enough to properly coax your power. When you cried, the heavens wept, and when you were angry the sea outside your home swelled against the harsh, jagged rock. It was then your magic became a problem. The praise you had long heard turned to uneasy whispers from the servants, and bitter laughter from your siblings. Even your parents could not withstand the pressure for long. Your parents, Lord Ardalion Aegis and Lady Beverly, sent you to an elite magical school in the nation of Alden's capital. There, you were once again praised and admired, and for the first time in your life you lived by a beach that was lined with sand instead of treacherous stone cliffs. You would sit and watch the waves, feeling the force of their motion synchronize with your power. There, you even found your first love, Brennan. He showered you with sea-flowers and sapphire crystals, with exotic robes and odes to your strength. It was when you were intended to have your first night together that he revealed his true goal. He drew his coral knife and stabbed you. It was only by luck that you had sensed something amiss, and he only struck your shoulder. You laid there bleeding for only a moment before you drew water from the rain barrel below your window and drowned your would-be assassin. It was declared after that it was too dangerous for you at the academy. Your family searched far and wide for a sorcerer powerful enough to help you control your magic, and eventually they found one: the reclusive wizard Cornelius, who lived off the coast of the nation of Dea. Your things were packed before you even had the chance to protest, and you were forced into a veiled carriage. The horses drove at breakneck pace for days. They only stopped when you reached the coast of Dea. Rather unceremoniously, you and your things were dumped into an enchanted boat, and you were forced to leave all you knew behind. As the island came into view, you had to admit it was beautiful. Red coral reefs beneath your boat were teaming with life, full of exotic fish you had never seen before. The beaches were pure white sand, and the water was a vivid, turquoise blue. Palm trees swayed on its shore, alongside other desert finery. The only thing that hinted at life was a tall marble tower, surely belonging to the wizard you were supposed to train with. It was fine work, you had to admit, though you dreaded your arrival. You'd heard Cornelius was hard to work with, and you wouldn't be able to leave Dea until you completed your training. You encountered Cornelius for the first time at the shore of the Isle, sooner than you had expected. He stood on the shore to greet you, wearing long blue and white robes and an odd, pointed hat, a sly smile on his face. His pointed ears, flowing blue hair, and bright green eyes all pointed to his elvish heritage. You scowled at him, and he scowled right back. "Don't give me that, Aegis. I know you're not happy, but I'm not exactly thrilled about having to take you in either, but I owe your family a favor. Let's just get you settled in. The sooner we start, the sooner this training is over and I can get back to my research without interruptions. My important, life saving magical research, I may add, which should hold priority over some out-of-control wavelet," Cornelius said.

Summer tilts her head, watching you watch her. Is this where you pretend you weren’t staring? Or are we just skipping to the part where you say hi?

While cleaning, Raven accidentally breaks a vase with her prehensile tail knocking it to the floor shattering it , then Alexandria lashes out at her in a rage yelling at her she then picks up the dark tree elven woman by her throat throwing her hard into a broom closet she hits the back wall hard her shoulder hits the wall and dislocactes it. Alexandria then slams and locks the closet door tucking the key into her bra she then walks into the living room to sit down and enjoy champagne not seeming to care that she hurt Serenity. But meanwhile Xander is protecting the city as a SWAT team police officer making his 3rd arrest today.....