15534/Justice League-Dark: Beach Night

Justice League-Dark: Beach Night
Date of Scene:	04 August 2023
Location:	An Island off the Coast of Maine
Synopsis:	The Justice League Dark's beach mixer is interrupted by sirens with a hunger for the flesh of humans -- or cool ranch Doritos.
Cast of Characters:	Nettie Crowe, Talia al Ghul, Hellboy, Michael Hannigan, Sara Pezzini, Yaretzi Acama, Gabby Kinney, Lydia Dietrich

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Nettie Crowe has posed:
    NOTHING SUPERNATURAL EVER HAPPENS IN MAINE.

    And if you beleive that man do we have a bridge to sell you.

    After her last day off spent in this most northern of New England states, Nettie had opted to rent a beach.

    The whole beach.

    OK, it was really 'the whole island', with a couple of cabins and sleeping quarters set up, bonfire rings, a volleyball net, and some battery-powered, low-light electric lights to set the mood. Lounge chairs were set up, there were coolers of drinks of all types, sepeate coolers of sandwiches and baskets of snacks. Sticks and little spears meant for making s'mores, graham cracker boxes and all manner of candy to melt onto/over the gooey marshmallows.

    Some scrubby pines are hanging over the stripe of sand and small rocks that makes up the rocky New England beach, and from them hang party lights, paper lanterns, and a pinata!

    ... the Pinata looks SUSPICIOUSLY like Superman. It's also four feet tall and not filled with candy. Well, not entirely with candy.

    And the hoestess with the mostess is currently rockin' a pair of cats-eye shades in the moonlight, her silver hair pulled into a braided bun, wearing a 1800's swimsuit Wednesday Addams would accept being seen in and a pair of aqua shoes, puttering about with a crow over her shoulder.

    Anyone who recalls The Goose Incident may recognize the boat that was sunk in the duckpond is pulled up to the shore and anchoed with a large cinder block. It now has a motor on the back of it that smells vaguely of burning cities.

    The moon hangs heavily overhead and glitters against the roar of the waves. Seagulls are kept at bay by definitely not a murder of crows who were promised payment afterwards for the work.

    Welcome to the Beach Party '23 for the JL but mostly the D.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Currently Talia Al Ghul is dressed rather conservatively - by her standards. Whether or not anyone else would agree on said definition is, of course, up in the air. She has her hair flipped over her left eye, brushed down to hang in front of her face. Her outfit consists of a dark v-necked swimsuit of a shade not quite as dark as her hair that looks like it needs magic to stay on (or double sided tape) and is at a risk of becoming indecent with but a breath.

Talia is currently sipping over from a drink flavored with coconut and a small paper parasol dangling out of it. Also for reasons unknown to most she has hanging to the side a small, cheap plastic hula girl that's somehow edged up agaisnt it, bobbling back and forth.
    She's humming along over to the music while glancing at Nettie, "I'd say that you could stand to go out in the sun some but you might risk burning into flames. What would Morticia say then? I'm sure that she'd have a rather apt quip for the occasion."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy has spent most of the afternoon out on a little boat, fishing and enjoying a few tunes in his earphones. Can't play Black Sabbath on the stereo, Ozzy would just scare away the fish. He's caught a decent pile of cod and herring alike, stacking them up in a cooler to keep just in case.

He gets his boat ashore, wearing a pair of demon-themed swim trunks and a Viking hat with cans of beer in the horns, along with tube straws that dangle down to his shoulders.

He waves to the others as he takes a seat down near the dock to start gutting and scaling his catch. He's not about to put it up to anybody else and he doesn't mind a few fish guts - and it's not like the hooks will hurt him.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nothing supernatural. Yep. Not at all. It's just your typical peaceful nighttime beach party with sentry crows.

...Is that a raven amongst them?

Sure enough a purplish black bird has landed amongst the masses, lifting up a wing to wave to them before hopping over one crow and waddling over to the rest of the group.

The bird seems to get bigger and bigger with each step before the plump figure suddenly pops inwards, taking a much more humanoid figure. The mirror image of one Michael Hannigan is soon there, wearing dark boardshorts.

The lean but fit looking musician gives a slight smile before his features reverse to normal, "Evening."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
NYPD Detective, Agent of SHIELD, Avenger, Wielder of The Witchblade... the many titles worn by one Sara Pezzini. How it was that the woman did anything but work was beyond most to comprehend, but some how here she was on the island. The specifics of how she'd gotten there remained known only to Nettie, as the ancient deity on the woman's wrist had permitted the use of the classic witches portals this one time.

Sitting back a bit on a fallen log, Sara held a bottle of orange soda in her right hand. For once she wasn't wearing her usual 'detective' apparel. Instead she was in a NYPD tank top and a pair of cut off jeans, along with a pair of sandals strapped on her feet. Her chestnut hair was pulled up into a ponytail on her head and there was no sign anywhere of her usually required police side arm... she was on vacation after all.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
Shazam'd told her about the beach party, and Golden Eagle had agreed to go. Of course, the address he told her to go to was that bookstore she'd seen him at, a while back, and nowhere near a beach... but Shazam, far she knows, ain't the sort to lie -- so, she's coming down to land on the sidewalk in front of the shop... into which, oddly, she can't see through the windows. Pursing her lips, Golden Eagle raps lightly on the door.

...and the door silently opens into darkness in front of her.

A little frown comes to Golden Eagle's lips, her hands settling on her hips, as she ponders the situation for a few moments. Finally, with a shrug of her shoulders, she steps through the door of the bookstore -- and out of the door of one of the beachside cabins and onto its deck.

Eyes wide at the rather sudden transition, Golden Eagle looks back to see the cabin door is actually closed behind her. Looking back out at the beach in front of her, and at the people already on the beach, eyes still wide, she quietly says, "...holy moley...!"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney has already made a few trips back and forth through the portal to stock up on things. Things being a cooler full of A LOT OF SODA and ice, and another cooler full of snacks and sundry items that a hungry badger and her friends might like.

A comfy blanket is laid out with weighted ends meant for use on the beach because she likes to be prepared like that. On it is a little chair, one of those ones that just gives you a backrest and armrests while your legs are free to stretch out. There's another few set nearby still folded up, and when Hellboy comes in from the boat with his catch she lifts a hand to wave at him with a call of, "Got you a chair should work for you, Red. Might pinch the tail though," she has to admit while glancing over to it with a tip of her head that allows her sunglasses to bob just a bit lower on her nose.

As for her attire? Her usual affair: Flipflops and her Shark Bite swimsuit. There's a few others she brought with her in case she needed a change, as well as actual clothing, but for now? For now it was shark bite o'clock.

When the unfamiliar (to her) Golden Eagle comes through she lifts her hand again to wave in cheery greeting, "Welcome to the party!"

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    It's been years since Lydia has gone out to the beach. Being undead and bothered by the sun made the prospect rather unappealing, for the most part. However, when Nettie organized this little shindig she couldn't help but come. What could possibly go wrong?

    She's dressed in this black one piece where the neck straps criss cross to describe an upside down pentagram. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/9b/cb/d79bcba548e490b85b35e94068af6254.jpg ) She's also wearing a plain black choker around her neck, and all of it is contrasted by the large white sun hat she's wearing, and the Ray-Bans she's got on. Her ivory pale skin all but glows in the moonlight, and her very curly black hair is worn loose around her shoulders.

    Tucked under one arm is a small whiskey barrel, with a tap already inserted into it. The other hand holds a wine glass, while floating gently beside her, carried aloft by the twinkling stars of her mutant power, is a picnic basket of all things.

    "I brought little sandwiches and some fresh fruit for all who actually eat," she says. "And some blood wine for myself. This batch should be just about ready."

    She knows everybody here, save for Golden Eagle, to whom she turns towards and offers a pleasant smile. "Well, hello there," she says. "I haven't seen you around before." She lets go of the cask and the wine glass to let them float beside her as she walks up to the woman. "I'm Lydia Dietrich. Author, witch, vampire." She holds out a corpse-cold hand for her to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
Golden Eagle sees at least few people she recognizes, and one of the ones she doesn't is waving at her, friendly-like, and another one she doens't know is right next to her, offering a hand. "Uhm... hi?", she says, accepting the hand. "I'm Golden Eagle -- Shazam told me about a beach party?", she says, although she's so uncertain about things, so far, that it comes out sounding like a question. With a gesture back at the cabin's door, she says, "... the, uhm... the bookstore's door opened, and when I walked through it, I ended up here", directing those words to Nettie, whose name she might not've caught last time (or maybe she just forgot it), but who she does seem to remember owns the Candle Booke and Belle.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "What is the moon but the more graceful reflection of the angry sun?" Nettie asks to Talia with a smile, but she flops into one of the lounge chairs. "Besides. There's enough vampires among our friends that I wanted to make the occasion accessable for them. And it's a nice night -- I'm glad as many people come as they do. Nice to pretend to have friends who are also adults." she jokes. As people start arriving, she hops to her feet and goes around to greet people, Corvax (sporting a panama hat with a purple hatband) joins her, coming down to sit on her shoulder. "Hellboy! Pleasure to see you again young fella." she offers as a joke, "Feel free to take any ice you need from the coolers for yours. I made sure there was plenty of beer in the Green cooler with some coozies -- but you might not need them, I think." she smiles to him, and the dimunitive witch makes her rounds.

    "Michael, excellent of you to show up. Always a pleasure to see you, Button." she greets the raven (so much larger than the crow), and gives a bright smile as he becomes himself. Mostly.

    "Detective Pezzini! So good of you to join us. How is all the other groups you like better than us?" NEttie asks with an overly exaggerated frown, which transforms into a grin. "Please, enjoy the time off and get some relaxation in, Sara. I understand it's been hard work for you lately."

    And then to Gabby and Golden Eagle, the old lady that looks young gives a grin as Lydia introduces herself.

    "This is Golden Eagle. She helped us a bit with a friend recently in the Himalayas. Unfortunately did not take a shine to young Mr. Richards's handling of a wallet snatching. How do you do, dear?" she smiles up to her. "Please, help yourself to whatever you'd like, we may not have the fanciest parties, but at least we're fun." Nettie gives a grin, and then she hops up onto a cooler.

    She brings her fingers to her mouth, and with a sharp BWEEEEEEEEEEE she calls the party to attention.

    "Thank you lot for coming out. Means the world to an old witch like me. I'm glad to have you in attendence, since I hate throwing these sort of mixers."

    "IT's true." the crow crows. "She's a horrible hostess."

    There are facilities on the island for those who feel they'd like to sleep out here and rough it, Cabin Lucky Number Thirteen has been set up to be a Dark Cabin for anyone who is photosensitive, or just really likes to sleep late into the morning. So! Have fun, get to know people. And the Red Cola is mine, don't touch it." she jokes.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shrug, "Well enough then." Glancing over at Corvax, "So will he be quoting at us this eve? Or shall he be quiet evermore?" She would take a sip over o fher drink, it starting to bubble over then and foam green, then purple.. Then the bubbles in it would start to of all things bubble downwards, the foam starting to withdraw as the process goes to reverse. Talia goes to reach down somewhere on her to take out a small vial, and moves to put a couple of drops into it.
    The drink changes from purple to red to blue as she looks down at it with approval. Then she goes to switch to another vial, adding in three droplets of a strange amber liquid.. And the drink then goes to turn a bright pink as she goes to slowly dab a long nail into it.
    "Ah, much better. You do have a rather varied array of allies."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy finishes with the fish carcasses, tossing the waste and guts back into the water to feed the scavengers and packing the meat in ice, "Ain't got time to debone here, so if we cook any o' these tonight 'round the fire, make sure you can chew a few bones here and there. Unless someone else wants a crack at 'em, I just ain't quite delicate enough to do it without ripping the meat to shreds," he says.

He sips from his beer hat, yet seems clearly as though he's heading towards the beer cooler he brought along. Yeah, he brought a few coolers of his own with different stuff. Mostly beer and weenies. He points a finger at Gabby, "You know you got butt pinchin' privileges with me, woman," he calls out, then points with his other hand towards Lydia, whom he does not know, but he does hear some of what she says, "Don't be hoggin' the blood wine, that's the good shit," he says. "I'm sure I got somethin' I can trade."

He goes by Sarah on his way to Gabby and does a little spin to look back over his shoulder, "Damn, ain't that the Witchblade chick? How you doin'?" he says. Yes, he does the Joey voice. He's watched a lot of "Friends" during his time in 'protective seclusion', okay?

He plops into the chair next to Gabby, "Golden Eagle. Birdboy. The Notorious N.E.T., other...lady. For those of you not in the know, my name's Hellboy, you can call me Red, yes, I'm a demon, no, I'm not evil. I'm a monster who kicks the shit out of monsters. You're welcome. Nice to meetya. Feel free to drink my beer, it's better than the crone's, I bet."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike nods to the greeting. "With busy schedules as ours, it's nice to have a bit of leisure time wedged in there somewhere. Ever a pleasure, Nettie. Although I apologize for kind of lacking in the 'adult' part of the friend requirement stated earlier."

The musician gives a wolfish smile before looking to the others. "Sara... Good to see you about when there aren't dragons to contend with."

Mike pauses to look to Golden Eagle. As Nettie explains the connection, he nods. "Ahhh. Well, enjoy yourself. Sounds like you definitely earned yourself a few burgers here." He pauses, glancing around, "The invite did say bu-"

Mike's thought is interrupted as he ends up spinning his head quickly to avoid the sharp onslaught of whistling being directed to his ears. Giving a grimace, Mike brings a hand up to touch the side of the ear that got the most of the noise.

"aaaaaahhhHHhh." Mike whines.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Most of the people present were known to Sara, a couple where not, but honestly she didn't mind either way. If they where here, it meant someone in the JLD knew them, so they were safe to have around.

Standing herself up now, she starts to move closer to those gathering as she says to Nettie, "You would me deeply with your words, Nettie... how could I prefer any group over the one that accepted me first?" She pauses a few feet from the collection of lounge chairs, clearly not ready to commit to a full on 'joining the group' just yet. "And yes, its been a living hell trying to train normal human officers not to piss their pants and freak out when dealing with something supernatural. Thank you One Police Plaza for the nearly impossible task."

Now she looks around to offer those she knows a nod, before moving to she can extend her right hand first toward Golden Eagle, then toward Talia and introduce herself. "I'm Sara Pezzini, pleased to meet you both." Before turning her attention to Hellboy.

"Well there there Big Red," is offered to him in the best flirty tone she can offer, since he did use the Joey voice she has to at least pretend to play along, right? A broad grin spreads across her face before she walks toward him. "I'm doing pretty well for the most part, how about yourself?"

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
"Uhm... hi", Golden Eagle says in reply to Hellboy, clearly at least a little wierded out by his appearance. Then it looks like something else he said clicks in her head and she looks over at Sarah. "Witchblade!?", she says... and her whole demeanor changes like flipping a switch.

"Oh my god, it's Witchblade!", she says, pointing at Sara and... yeah, she's bouncing up and down on her toes, fan-girling all of a sudden, even as she's accepting the handshake offered her by the Avenger, all smiles as she does. "It's an honor to meet you!", she says in reply. The fan-girling, it is *obvious*, yes. If she had anything with her appropriate for it, she'd probably be asking for an autograph, too!

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney reaches up to slide her sunglasses back ontop of her head. They were purely unnecessary at this point in the evening. If anything it just got in the way of her vision--but she had pretty decent night vision she found so they were just using more of that than being a real hindrance. A grin is flashed back toward Hellboy at his remarks and she gives a thumbs up with a laugh. "I'll keep that in mind!" she tosses back cheerily. "I can probably have a go at the fish later if we decide to fry some up. I got smaller fingies," she points out wiggling her fingers as if she were doing jazz hands. Sometimes it paid, being small.

The mention of blood wine and beer has her peer in the direction of the keg that Lydia has only to shake her head. "This is going to be one of those 'things I probably don't want to know about'... And my curiosity is going to bug me until I do. Save me a sip." Even if she chokes on it. She probably would.

She's about to say more, flashing Nettie a grin after her little speech thanking people there. Golden Eagle does the fangirl squeeeeeal though which was all-too-familiar to Gabby. Her hand lifts to wiggle a finger in her ear with a laugh. "Ah, I remember those days."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    "It does that sometimes," Lydia tells Golden Eagle friendly enough. "You learn to just roll with it. So you're one of Shazam's friends? He's good folk."

    She turns and makes her way to where the blanket is, and sets down all of the stuff she's been carrying. The first thing she does is open up her picnic basket, and start laying out the little fingerling sandwiches and a wide assortment of cut fruit. Melon, apples, kiwi, grapes, and cherries are all part of the spread. "Please help yourself. I don't want to take anything back home. I wouldn't eat it."

    She gives Hellboy a grin, "Well, I'm more than happy to share. I've been making my own batches for about a year now. Other than snacking on drunk people, it's the only way alcohol really effects me. Here," she says, stepping up to the large red man, small glowing amber knives forming around her. "I can try my hand at deboning. I've never done it before, but I've got the precision for it."

    "Alright, I'll save you a sip," Lydia laughs. "It's an acquired taste, mind you, and fairly potent. But with your metabolism, I doubt ... hmm." She considers the cask for a moment. "Your body might process the magical alcohol a bit differently than it would normally, actually. We'll see how you like it."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Well, luckily the only Superman here's our pinata. I'm sure he'd frown at giving the whelps alcohol." Nettie states, retiring back to her lounge chair and taking her flask out from her victorian swimsuit.

    And out in the waters, there's splashing about the waves. The barks of seals. The slip of a large, tall gray fin before it slices beneath the surface of the waves.

    And there's a sort of... keening. High pitched, like a child trying to break class with their voice.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shrug, "I think that most here have been partaken by far stronger things.." She's not phased by the mention of bloodwine. She'd spilt enough of it after all to have no particular qualms about ti.
    She would go to fold her fingers while glancing over at Golden Eagle. "It sounds like you have an appreciator." She would speak to Officer Pezzini. But her tone of voice emphatically -not- including the Witchblade in her commentary.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy leaves the fish to both Gabbie and Lydia, more than happy to have the delicate work out of oversized hands he has. You know what they say about guys with giant hands right?

They can't debone fish. What did you think I meant?

He'd smoked a cigar while he was out fishing, so he didn't need one yet. He always gave Gabby clearance so she didn't have to smell it. Hell, he knew he probably still smelled like it anyway, but maybe the sea air helped a little bit.

Sarah gets a wide grin, "Oh, I can't complain. Better for having you in my eyeline, that's for sure. I'm gonna get the fire goin' a bit later, come have a beer with me when I do, huh?"

Maybe she's just being polite, but nobody knows better than Hellboy you only really miss the shots you don't take. "Either way, marshmallows and weenies for everybody!"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
With the sound of high pitch whistles and fan girling, the shrill high pitched sound from the water causes for Mike to glance in that direction. "Nettie...Are we supposed to be the only ones on the beach?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara was not prepared for fan girling, so even as she finishing her flirting with Hellboy, her body was turning slowly back to look at Golden Eagle. People fan-girl over Captain America, Tony Stark, and of course Thor, must not forget Thor... this was a new experience for the police officer turned hero, so she had to blink a few times and let her head wrap around the fact that someone recognized her... and cared.

"Yeah... Witchblade," she managed to mutter as she blinked a few times. "We can uh, talk later if you'd like?" Yes, it came out a question but she does smile, because she had learned that as an Avenger you have to smile a lot around the public. "If you'd like I mean."

Turning her attention back to Hellboy, whether she was joking or serious still not entirely obvious she states bluntly, "I'll have a beer with you, so long as it's the good stuff and not some random American piss water."

She gets to say nothing more as without any form of warning beyond that keening sound from the water, the tendrils of metal reach out from the bracelet to form the well known Gauntlet on her right hand and causing the bottle of soda to get punctured. From there the tendrils continue wrapping their way around Sara's body, shredding through the summer clothing as they form the armor up her arm, across her chest and down her her body and other arm... all in a few beat of the human heart.

Metal wings spring into existence on her back even as her body is turning toward the water and in the final seconds, as a long sword appears in the gauntleted hand she says, "We've got trouble incoming." as if it wasn't already obvious.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
"Yeah, that'd be great!", is Golden Eagle's reply to Sara's suggestion of talking more, later. Still smiling brightly, she glances over at the mention of marshmallows... and seems to calm down a bit when she realizes that all the others are still there, too. "Uhm.. have any Dr Pepper?", she asks, as drinks are being offered around -- apparently, she's not into beer.

Then the high-pitched sound starts up, and she pouts a little as she looks over in that direction.

"You guys hear that?", she asks, and glances back over at Sara, and startles when the Witchblade armor's suddenly appearing. She actually jumps a little... and floats up into the air, so that her feet are a few inches up -- and she just sorta hovers there, not coming back down. "... wait... trouble?", she asks, following Witchblade's gaze as she floats a bit higher up into the air.

".. there's like sharks out there, or something -- a buncha fins, right out that way", Golden Eagle adds, pointing in their direction.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney leans forward to sit up straighter as Lydia joins them to look over the goodies aka FRUIT LOOT with interest. "Oh heck yeah, you know me, I'll eat about anything," she points out while reaching out to grab some berries, and a kiwi which she stares at speculatively. "... All right this one is new to me, I admit," she mutters trying to figure out the fuzzy green fruit. "And I am completely willing to be a science experiment to find booze that works on me, because I'm not a whelp!" she calls out to Nettie with a good natured laugh. "I mean for real I've got like a cumulative two lifetimes in my brain right now," she starts to ramble.

At least until that shrill screech.

Instantly she winces, dropping the kiwi to clap a hand over her ears with a grimace. "Okay that is not a regular people sound," she states bluntly while lifting her green eyes to gaze out at the water. "Doesn't sound like Namor, either," she utters.

With Witchblade already springing into action she just gets to her feet pausing long enough to dust some sand off her rear in the process. "Glad I went with the one peice suit after all. Okay... By the way I *can* drown so just FYI if I vanish for awhile, halp." Simple enough right? Gabby starts to jog down toward the water right after. "Fins, great, greeeat."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    The fins slicing through the water go back and forth before turning towards the shore, the five of them drawing in, rolling closer with every wave before they begin to crawl up the rocks adjoining shore. their eyes are pale and gleam like moonlight on broken seashells, though sunken back into their skulls. Their teeth gleam like steel, their skin waxy and green with age and algea. Sea wrack and kelp intertwined with stringy, dark hair, and their forearms are graced with fins like that of a flying fish, though ragged and feathery. Two are keening, their mouths open, their voices scratching and breaking. Two more begin to sing, encouraging the revelers to join them in the waves, where they will be able to rest and dream for a long while.

    .... probably meaning death.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    Lydia sets her hands on her hips. "If the girl is old enough to dismember herself," she tells Nettie, "she's old enough to drink." She stop short of anything else she was going to say when the keening starts up. "What was that?" she winces, the sound grating on her nerves due to her sensitive ears.

    She blinks as the figures start crawling onto shore. "Banshees?" She shakes her head. "Wait. No. Sirens." When they start to sing, she blinks at them, starting to stumble forward not of her own volition.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would go to let out a sigh as the others would move to rally. She goes to take a moment to finish her drink, crushing the glass in a hand. "I suppose that we can't have fun all the time." She goes to look about. Not seeing a spear gun available, hse goe sto simply grab a rather large bamboo pole that had been setup to hold an impromptu 'shade'. She pops out a knife and goes to rapidly work on sharpening the end into a spear. "And does anyone know what we're dealing with here?"

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy looks out towards the water. He had been a bit distracted at first and hadn't caught on to the happenings as quickly as everybody else. Look, he's been locked up for a long time, beautiful women are distracting.

So are monsters.

"Son of a bitch. Can't get a damn day off," he mutters. He takes a few steps oover and opens another cooler out of which he pulls a very temperature controlled supernatural killing machine of a gun he calls the Samaritan, holster strapped already as he buckles it on before drawing it from its holding.

"Aw shit, sirens, cover your ears everybody!!!!" Greece, 1969. Might not be the exact same species, but the principle conveys itself real clear.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Pale eyes look over to Sara as she slips into something more... stabby. The warnings and additional inquiries to the sound he heard gets a nod before his features start to shift and then fade into shadow. Two dots of red light blink open before the glow of jagged teeth appears centered below them.

The creature of shadowy nope steps forward, heading towards the beachy songstresses. The teeth shift into a twisted smile for the callers.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Witchblade had known what it was that lurked in the water the moment he heard them. He was beyond their ability to effect, but that didn't mean he let Sara immediately know. Instead he ensured that his wielder could hear nothing, not the Siren's, not her allies, not the wind in the trees... nothing. She was completely deaf save for his voice in her head.

As she leapt upwards and toward the creatures appearing on the beach out the water, it was to place herself between them and those still on the beach. She had no way of knowing if any of them would be effected by the Siren's Call, but she was well aware that she might be the only one strong enough to stop some of them from being lured in... so while as she wanted to start attacking, she first needed to see if anyone was effected. If they were, they would become her first action... stopping them from being lured in.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
Golden Eagle looks about as yet someone else transforms into some sort of 'monster', but just floats where she is. When Lydia calls them Sirens, she gets a thoughtful look on her face. "Sirens? Like the things from the old myths that would sing and sailors would get hypnotized?", she asks.

Then, Lydia's starting toward the beach, and so are others. "Maybe... maybe we shouldn't go to the water...?", she suggests, her voice trailng off as she's starting to float that way, herself. Apparently, she's also been ensnared by the Siren Song.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
'Cover your ears' does absolutely nothing for someone with enhanced hearing. It might help a tad, but not enough to manage. Which is why Gabby does the only thing that she can really do to properly help protect herself--Especially as she was already making her way down the beach in the hopes to head off whatever was coming. That was before they calmbered ontop of the rocks to be heard fully, too.

That little hazy, dizzy feeling was tickling at her skull. She'd had enough of psychic or other sorts of attacks lately.

A quick flick of her wrist comes sending her claws out, and then she... she does what she needs to do. Claws up to her ears, and she pushes until there's a loud pop followed by silence. Silence, and a bit more dizziness as it ruins her sense of balance, but she's here. Whole. Solid.

A thumbs up is given to Sara and Witchblade who stand in the way. "I'm good," she calls out a bit TOO LOUD even for her. Darnit.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    Lydia walks up to the shore, mind in a daze. There's a voice in the back of her head that's screaming at her to wake up, that there's danger ahead, that these things are going to tear her apart. She's never been good at resisting the call of evil. It's a flaw that she's been working on, but it doesn't seem to help right now.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie doesn't seem to be moving. Her head is tilted, but she is holding fast to Corvax, who is flapping as hard as he can!

    There are a number of seagulls that dive to the water. The crows are too smart for that shit -- they're taking to the trees.

    The keening continues. They want to draw people to the water, to rest, it's refreshing and quiet in the sea, they sing -- and then one notices Gabby destroys her ear drums. Another notices Phantasm's grin.

    ... and there's a really big, red, angry looking demon type guy.

    "... what *are* they?!" one asks to another in Finnish.

    The keening halts.

    One slips forward. Flapping the flying-fish 'wings under the water as it draws nearer to shore.

    "... none of you are human?" she asks. HEr moon-eyes, highly reflective, blinks.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Oh, how she wishes she had a proper harpoon gun. Talia Al Ghul isn't too particularly concerned for her own safety. She would go to muse out and then volunteer. "Well.. Close enough to it." She is the token near human here. The only oddity with her having been brought back from the dead a time or three. Admittedly without quite everything intact.. Or more than three.
    She holds the harpoon out and ready and moving to brace herself over on one knee. Fortunately they have sufficient firepower here to handle something less than Shub-Niggurtah. Even then they could give the goat of a thousand spawn a bloody.. Tentacle stalk or two.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy is making sure everyone knows to cover their ears, shouting loud enough that he only catches the tail end of what the mermaids say.

"What's that now?" he says, putting a hand on his hip.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The singing, the jagged teeth glowing eyed, heartless, scentless shadow-man joins in the procession towards the water. But as the singing stops. The phantasm's jagged smile turns into a frown.

The music is gone.

In response to the question posed by the closest mermaid the arms lift up. Shadowy hands block the eye lights for a few seconds before they are suddenly flung downwards. While the hands come to a stop, the nails continue a bit longer. The teeth seem a bit dull in comparison to the resulting claws.

The answer is open for interpretation.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
The singing stops when Golden Eagle's floated half the distance to the waterline. When that happens, she blinks her eyes a few times. "Whoa... I feel kinda light-headed", she says, as she slowly drifts down until her feet hit the sand... and she drops to one knee. "What just happened?", she wonders, looking up and about, though she remains kneeling for the time being.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Visibly, Sara can see two from the beach are making their way toward the Siren's, Lydia, and Golden Eagle. If others join them in moving toward the Siren's, they will get the exact same reaction that the two noticed get.

Attacking the Siren's is no longer an option, instead the wings on the back of the armor disappear into multiple tendrils that shoot out toward Lydia and Golden Eagle, even as Sara is jumping toward the two and away from the Siren's herself. Smooth, cool metal wraps around each woman, starting at the feet and moving up to the shoulders, to just hold them in place and keep them from moving forward.

"Can't hear any of you, but maybe you can hear me... don't fight Witchblade," she warns. "Just try to hold still and fight the effects of the Sirens."

Hearing herself at the end of what she just said, realizing then the singing must have stopped and Witchblade was no longer making her deaf, she looks around again just in time to see the shadowy hands do their thing. "Alrighty then."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney skids to a stop falling down to her knees so that she's just crouching where the line of sand begins to get wet from the waves. Not in then water, but not out, just on that middling in-between area that got nice and damp along with the tidal motions. Unable to hear now, but still able to read lips, she flashes a toothy grin at them.

"Nope!" She supplies--still a bit too loud--and tips her head back toward the others. "We were just having a night out away from the humans. Don't worry, we'll clean things up and not leave any trash behind, too," she assures quickly, in her usual ramble of things. "I'm a friend of King Namor and he'd chew me out if I didn't make sure to keep things clean. Are you some of his people? I love your fins!"

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    Lydia blinks and shakes her head when the singing stop. "Oh, God //damn// it," she swears with a stomp of a foot. "Why do I always have to fall for these things? Uggghhhh..." she groans throwing up her hands, and looking at the sirens who all seem to be rather confused at the motley bunch that's gathered on the beach. "Anybody speak..." she tilts her head, "Norwegian, I think?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    The lead Siren leans forward, looking at Gabby. Sniffing the air around her. And then she looks to her fins, and gives a very toothy grin.

    "We have no quarrel with you then." she replies to Gabby, and then points to Hellboy. "Him though, quarrel. Big. Red. Scary." she gives a toothy grin towards the assembled grouping of Dark and Not Humans. Because really not a one on the beach was a baseline human. And she also points to Phantasm. "Also quarrel. Too toothy. We like it." she grins, and splashes a little in the shallow water.

    "As long as clean afterwards. No quarrel. Have --" she sniffs the air. And then from the rocks the smallest one calls out:

    "DO THEY HAVE DORITOS?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
And there goes Talia Al Ghul, shifting over to the side as she /finally/ notices what she's after . "Ah, lovely." She would go to then walk over, and come out with a huge power harpoon that she would drag along. "If you'd care to join us, I'm sure that we can have some fresh catch coming up soon." It was probably best not to ask where it had come from, nor why she had put a power harpoon over by the shore.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy grins, "Sounds like it's time for me to get the fire started. Load me up, girls, I gotta carry things down the beach to where I piled up all that driftwood. And that tree stump. Once laden with coolers, he will get the tube from his beer hat in mouth and begin the march down the beach. And as he walks, he starts whistle.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As the situation drifts to conversation, the phantasm looks between those talking. When the matter of his teeth get adressed, the phantasm's teeth spread out a bit more to a wider...smile?

It's even more off than the other one. Can we call it a smile?

There's a low rumble of a growl before Phantasm turns, seemingly gliding back over to a table.

...

"COOL RANCH, ORIGINAL, OR TAPATIO?!"

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
    Lydia blinks in surprise at the sirens. Doritos? You mean people actually //like// Doritos? "I.. um. I've got some blood wine that I could share with you," she offers. "I'm sure I can scrounge up some more glasses around here somewhere...."

    This is not how she thought tonight was going to go. But having a beach party with (mostly) friendly man eating sirens was something of a nice change. Besides she really couldn't get mad at them about the whole man eating thing, since she's a hemovore herself.

    She manages to find some glassware somewhere and pours seven glasses. One for her, one for Hellboy, and one for each of the sirens. Lifting them all up with her power she makes her way down the beach to hand them all each one. "Here you go."

    To Gabby, she hands her hers to sample. "Let me know what you think." It tastes like mulled alcoholic blood, which shouldn't be a surprise to anybody.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney is more than willing to share things with others. She'd brought a cooler full of all sorts of snacks, savory and otherwise. Between what they all had brought, and caught, with the fire going it was likely to be a very good night one way or another.

When Lydia brings over the blood wine she takes it with a broad grin. "Well here's crossing our fingers. Magical wine you said?" Hm. This could prove interesting. The sip is taken at first to taste, and second to just down it quickly licking her lips. It wasn't much really, but that little warm fuzzy feeling that creeps over her was familiar. Usually it didn't last long.

Usually.

Gabby blinks a few times after a few minutes, her face gone a bit warm and red as a slow grin spreads over her. "... Okay it's a bit ... odd flavor but. Good? And..." Her tongue runs over her lips. "I think I could like this."