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Morrigan MacIntyre	It is a BEAUTIFUL Summer day. It's not blazingly hot and that means that people have flocked to the beaches. Most people don't watch the news these days or they'd realize that global warming is pushing sharks up from the Florida coast and closer to those along New York and other areas. Which is not something that isn't out of the norm. Just not something that has happened in a while. Even so, no one has been shark bit around Coney Island. Hell. No ones even seen a shark this week. The lifeguard towers are set up and people are watching those that head for the water and there's shark spotters looking very bored. The crowds on the boardwalk are loud and the chatter and screaming of playing children on the beach makes the atmosphere even louder. But that's Summer for yah!
Iara Dos Santos	Iara lays on the beach rather begrudgingly in her human form, wearing a black and red one piece swimsuit made of skintight unstable molecules, red over each breast, under the arms and up her back with the black color along the rest and sneaking up her sternum between the breasts. Her dark skin rests on a licensed JAWS beach towel that looks like the classic movie poster. Her hair rests in a natural mess of curls, and large sunglasses cover her eyes.      Her surfboard rests nearby, again scarlet red and decorated with a silhouette of a shark, drying in the sun after catching a few waves... but the waves out here are hardly ideal.      New Jersey and New York beaches are almost used to her, but Coney Island? This is a family amusement park, not some rougher Jersey beach, best to play it safe with the human form. As boring as it may be by comparison. At least she can find a surfboard for someone her size and weight in human form...
River Banks	Rio Grant Banks is having the time of his life. He received for his 'second round' birthday some items autographed by the one and only Red Hood, and a skateboard with pads and a helmet, the latter of which is currently being used as he carefully balances, skating along the boardwalk wearing shorts and an 'assorted heroes' T-shirt that got picked up off a vendor. It's a bunch of heroic silhouettes on a red sleeveless tee, so he's happy as the proverbial clam with it.     Behind him, River Banks is jogging steadily to keep up with the youngster, wearing a straw hat, sunglasses, and a blue 'makin' waves' T-shirt promoting a public pool in Gotham City.     "Careful Squirt -- look out for pedestrians!" she calls out in warning, both to her little brother and to the pedestrians themselves, her Deep South Drawl marking them as 'tourist' or at least 'not from 'round here.'
Franklin Richards	Franklin sat on the hot beach, seeking shade under an umbrella to shield himself from the direct sunlight. Dressed in black and blue swim trunks with a number four printed on the legs, he appeared relaxed in his sunbathing chair. Standing beside him, a small brown bunny stood on its hind legs, waving a fan to keep Franklin cool. However, the bunny didn't seem too pleased about the heat. Speaking up, it expressed its discomfort, "Sir, it is way too hot out here. I do have fur, after all." Franklin let out a sigh and, without responding, snapped his fingers. A tiny sun-hat appeared on the bunny's head. "Better?" Franklin asked, knowing that the hat would provide some relief from the heat. Although the bunny grumbled, Franklin suggested that it take a dip in the ocean to cool off, cautioning it to stay in the shallows as he wasn't sure how well the bunny could swim in its current form. Reaching into his pocket, Franklin retrieved a pair of sunglasses featuring F4 (Fantastic Four) merchandise. He put them on, allowing himself to relax further. "Relax, hare," he said, addressing the bunny. "Nothing eventful should happen on a lazy day like this, right?" Franklin intended to enjoy his day at the beach, confident that it would be a tranquil and uneventful experience.
Richard Stadler	Sometimes you need to take advantage of a lovely summer day, and it was a bit suprising to some people that New York had 'beach weather'. Florida and California were famous for them, after all, but Coney Island didn't exactly strike the tourist from Iowa as something to do on vacation. Stadler at least knew it was out here, of course, and like most beach days, it was a spur of the moment thing. Sandals, a set of swim trunks, and a proper white, reflective t-shirt complemented what must have been a gallon of sun screen (skin cancer was no joke!). He had tried valiantly to do some work, first, reading through a journal cross legged on beach towel and umbrella, but at the end of the day, he was content to lay back and close his eyes for a moment, catching the sound of waves and gulls in a chance to actually get some rest.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Coney Island has three miles of beach, so while small, it suits its purpose. Cooling the crazy Summer masses! There are kids that dart back and forth as people traverse the boardwalk and into the sands. There are disgruntled looking mothers and fathers that are taking naps. A pretty average summer day. There's a lot of college age people here. Some are playing beach volleyball and others are lazing with their friends and talking about what they are doing next semester for classes or who they are dreading seeing again. Someone has brought out a kayak and is starting to paddle out into deeper waters and past the swimmers.
Franklin Richards	As Franklin continued to relax, the bunny ceased fanning and made its way towards the water, still sporting its sun-hat. As it passed Iara, the bunny nodded and casually greeted her with a "Sup?" in passing, moving on its hind legs toward the shoreline. Franklin, appearing nonchalant, kept a watchful eye on the bunny behind his sunglasses. He didn't want it to cause trouble or get hurt, so he silently assumed the role of a guardian, ensuring the bunny's safety without revealing his concern. Walking past several people, the bunny seemed oblivious to their presence, approaching the water until it was close enough for the waves to wash over its paws. Instead of venturing deeper, the bunny chose to lay down on the wet sand, allowing the water to pass over it briefly before receding. Clutching onto the sand to prevent it from being swept away, the bunny expressed its contentment. "Ahh... that is the stuff," it exclaimed, spitting out saltwater like a small fountain, eagerly awaiting the next wave to provide further cooling relief. After a while, the bunny sat up, observing the people enjoying the water. It rested on the wet sand, contemplating the possibility of one day returning to its human form, longing for that moment to become a reality.
River Banks	It's weirdly a nice, quiet afternoon. There wasn't anything too weird that River could see -- other than some kid walking a bunny with a sunhat -- but it's New York. She's seen weirder in the last few weeks. She takes a deep breath as her brother pauses to catch his, attempting to kick the board's back so he can catch it, and the board goes tumbling past the railing and onto the beach proper.     "I'll get it!" he exclaims, ducking under the railing and dropping down into the sand to retrieve it as River watches.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara can't take the boredom any longer as she gets up, walking along the beach as her will to stay in human form and not cause a scene rapidly depletes. That is, until she comes across somebody she recognizes.      "Mr. Stadler?" the afro-brazillian says as she lifts her sunglasses, squinting at him. "You here on business or they actually approve some vacation time for you guys?"
Richard Stadler	There was a blink up at the sound of his name, and a few more blinks, before he holds up a finger and fumbles for his glasses. "One moment..." He says, donning them, before looking at the girl... nope. Still not familiar. At least at the moment. "I like to take some beach time when the weather calls for it. And since this isn't Michigan, it does occassionally. I'm sorry, my memory's fuzzy, getting this old. You have me at a disadvantage." He says, moving to raise himself, sitting up on the beach towel and moving toward the fanny pack that's unclipped and resting next to him.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara furrows her brow at the man as she puts her hands on her hips, sunglasses resting on her forehead, saying "They teach agents to affirm their name when they don't know who's asking?" with a laugh, and then kneels down to his level... but when he looks at her at this level, her face is different. It's rounder in the front, sticking out slightly, her eyes are completely black, her skin has shifted to a duller grey-brown and her grin has shifted into monstrous, triangular teeth. "I threatened to eat your face once." she says, but then her face is back to normal, smirking, only partially shifting like a quarter way to her shark form and going right back. Regardless, she crosses her forearms in the "X-Men" gesture and then stands, saying "Anybody gives you any trouble, let me know. I ain't a life guard here, but I'm a pretty good answer to most threats you'd run into at a beach."
Richard Stadler	Stadler pauses for a longer moment, the fanny pack casually unzipped and a hand placed in, before Iara leans down and reveals the rather shark-like features that end up triggering a bit of memory. "Oh, /right/." He says, his hand moving out of the fanny pack, zipping it back up. "That doesn't happen to me often, you know, the threat for face eating; certainly memorable. Though I should clarify that, at the moment, I'm a school teacher. Not an 'agent'." At the moment. That was a can of worms he wasn't going to open today. "I appreciate the offer, but this is Coney Island. The biggest threat I'd face is some drunk 20 something trying to act macho for his friends, and I can handle that."
Morrigan MacIntyre	A loud shout is heard from the Kayaker and people that might be looking out that way will see his kayak flip over, spilling him outside of it. Which is never a good sign to begin with. The second bad sign is that he disappears under the water with a bunch of thrashing just as a large grey fin pops up out of the water and starts rocketing towards the beach. "SHARK! SHARK IN THE WATER! EVERYONE CLEAR THE SHALLOWS AND COME IN!" the shark spotters and lifeguards all startle to get down from their boothes and heading towards where the large fin is heading. And once it hits the shallows, it keeps coming. Which is unusual for a shark to just...beach itself. This shark however is not your average shark. This mass of muscle that jumps from the water in a flurry of salt and a few fish flying has arms and legs and a wide grin lit up by large serrated teeth. He also is holding the man from the kayak in one of his big old mitts. "Too old and gamey to eat. Return to sender." the shark guy states as he drops him unceremoniously to the ground with a thud. He then sniffs at the air and starts to follow the scent of something towards the boardwalk as security tries to stop him...for what we are not entirely sure. "Hey, he saved that guy from drowning!" one of the college kids calls out.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara blinks as she looks up from Richard to the giant shark, saying "Aaaaaand that's my queue." as she starts to run up towards the beach. She sees the guy get flung, and an arm. Okay, humanoid. Mutant, artificial or natural or X-Gene like her. Maybe one of those Atlanteans. Maybe King Shark, but it's never been King Shark before, with her luck she'll never actually meet him.      Getting closer she throws off her sunglasses entirely and begins to grow larger, shifting into her shark form, her swimsuit growing and stretching with her until she's a six foot seven wall of amazonian shark muscles. "Outta the way!" she calls out, grabbing one of the security guards and flinging him safely back towards the sand, "Superhero business!" she calls out, trying to get these normal humans away from the giant shark. It's New York, of course they gather around instead of running...      "You!" she says with a throaty voice rich with a brazillian accent, pointing a webbed finger at the giant shark, "I am Shark-Girl of the X-Men, state your name and business, mano!"
River Banks	SHARK.     Instantly the Jaws theme jumps to her mind as River swings herself through the railing and drops down in a roll in the sand.     "Rio -- stay near the boardwalk! Don't talk to no one!" she barks, making for the water.     "Yeah! Go help Ri--" Rio calls out, before clamping his own hand over his mouth.     She watches as the man disappears into the water, following the huge thrashing, splashing action. The blonde college-age girl sheds her top, showing the athletic two-piece top, and she was making for the water --     -- until the shark speeds to the beach. She slows.     And then she skids to a stop in the sand, her brown eyes going wide -- and then looking in awe as a SECOND anthropomorphic shark appears!     Rio, on the other hand, is *THRILLED* that there's TWO GIANT SHARK PEOPLE! And from the safety of near the boardwalk, he takes out a phone and records!     "And that's my sister, half step away from the Justice League, name still being workshopped, with *TWO GIANT SHARK PEOPLE*!" the eight-year-old states for the benefit of the camera.     "... the hell is goin' on here?" River drawls.
Franklin Richards	As Franklin observed the interaction between Iara and Richard, he smiled briefly before readjusting his sunglasses and returning to his relaxed state. Being in New York, where walking and talking bunnies were seemingly accepted without much surprise, Franklin figured that there were other individuals with unique abilities around as well. He didn't concern himself with the details of their conversation, assuming it was none of his business. Although Franklin had visited the X-Mansion numerous times, he didn't recognize Iara and Richard as members of the X-School. As they kept their association hidden, Franklin remained oblivious for the time being. However, the bunny suddenly stood up, its acute hearing catching the word "shark." It hurried back to Franklin, urgently exclaiming, "Sir! Sir! It's an emergency! There's a shark!" Removing his sunglasses and looking towards the water, Franklin sighed and then shifted his gaze back to the rabbit. He scolded the bunny lightly, saying, "I see you still don't understand... I had hoped for better. Nature happens, and it's not our role to interfere. It's not our fate to save people from a regular shark; this is how things are supposed to be. Do you understand?" However, the bunny responded with a rabbit facepalm and requested, "Please turn around, sir," in a flat tone. Turning around, Franklin finally noticed the presence of the large shark-man. Letting out a sigh, he asked the rabbit, "How long have you known?" Franklin allowed himself to rant while the rabbit tried to appear innocent, claiming to have only known for a minute or two. In response, Franklin picked up the rabbit and placed it on his shoulder, whistling to himself as he approached the water's edge. "I think we should be good bait, what do you think, hare?" Franklin chuckled to himself, unbothered by the situation. Standing at the water's edge, he looked over at the shark-man and waved. Franklin attempted a peaceful approach, calling out, "Hey! Shark guy... over here! Any chance we can talk this out?" He suggested the idea of going out for hotdogs, aiming to find a peaceful resolution since the shark hadn't actually harmed anyone. Though he was then interupted as Iara then declears that she is Shark-Girl.. with a sigh Franklin looks over at Iara.. "Sorry... Sorry... Will just let you handle it." and turns waving to the shark-folk as he figured he didn't want to get into any X-men's way as he would hear about it from Rogue,or Gabby later and he didn't want to give them more ammo as they already picked on him enough.
Richard Stadler	The call of a shark in the water is concerning, of course, but just a little bit of excitement. Stadler hadn't planned on doing much more than getting his feet wet in the waves, much less going out far enough for a shark to confuse him for a harbor seal. Lifeguards were there for a reason, after all, and they had medical equipment. Sure, if it was some sort of mass casualty even, he'd leap into action, but he wasn't about to be a whacker and confuse the people whose job it was... to... Oh, for Pete's sake. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up slightly when he did soo, and coming to his feet, right as there's a few people leap out to surround the giant shark as he comes out of the surf. Which... might have been a little premature, come to think of it. He'd done nothing more than a bit of battery, at worse, and hardly more than someone in a bar fight. With that hot head from the X-Men around (he was running off of perhaps 45 minutes of interaction, after all), maybe there might need to be some adult in the room. The fanny pack get's clipped so the bag hangs to his side, zipper undone and hand sliding in, as he approches cautiously. Maybe this was one big misunderstand.
Morrigan MacIntyre	"Too aggressive?" King Shark states as he pats his chest. Meaning him. Then there's a almost seven foot tall Lady Shark and his poor brain tries to compute it all, but there might be a little smoke coming from his dome. "Hi." he states and raises his hand in greeting towards the group. "King Shark." he offers to them. Amusingly, he wasn't being aggressive. "Passing through. Smell funnel cake and old man." he states with a bit of a disgusted face, he'd nod, but he has no neck! "Am...I in trouble?" the overly large Shark guy asks the crowd as he's seeing phones recording and people looking antsy. "Someone said I shouldn't eat too many humans and I'm trying not too." he thinks for a moment, "At least not today." he grins.
Iara Dos Santos	Shark-Girl's own doll-eyed stare only becomes more natural looking as her jaw drops, stuttering "N-Nanaue!? Err, your highness? Sir? Uh..." and realizing in when reading up on other sharks, he's called King Shark but she never found out if he was Royalty or not. Her black eyes even wider, she blinks before swallowing and stammers "Uh. I'm girl shark-I mean Shark-Girl! Um, yes, absolutely, we can get you funnel cake, not eating humans is good, you're not in trouble..." as she winces, her mind racing to make sure she checked off every question he had there. She holds out her hand, saying "Come with me? Um." as she debates how intelligent King Shark is internally, "Let's uh... Let's get funnel cake together." For some reason, she then blurts out "Shark date!" and then immediately winces, as though she REALLY regrets saying that but wasn't able to stop herself.
River Banks	Okay. This shark guy? Kinda charming in that... kinda weird way. Someone who could be a real...     ... chum.     "Ah think there's a case of mistaken identity." she states in her drawl, her arms crossing. She has scars all over her body visible. Some with stitches still in them, but she was willing to run forward.     "Think Ah'm jes' ... gonna stand back a bit." she states, looking at both sharks who are each more than a foot taller than her at least. "And yeah. People. Way too many preservatives. Microplastics an' shit."     "RIVER. I WANNA GET FUNNEL CAKE WITH THE SHARKS!" the boy in the skateboarding gear calls out.
Franklin Richards	As Franklin resumed his seat, he reassured the shark lady, "Don't worry about it, big guy. We all know how shark people can be aggressive, right?" He glanced at the shark lady and chuckled, realizing that King Shark hadn't actually done anything yet. Putting on his sunglasses, Franklin relaxed once again. "I really thought the X-Men would be a bit kinder to their fellow mutated individuals, but it's a shame to see how far they've come," he teased, not truly believing the shark lady was as bad as some might think. Pondering for a moment, Franklin found it intriguing that someone else was giving him orders but decided not to inquire further. Instead, he turned his attention to the large shark man, knowing that whoever was giving the orders was likely the real threat. "When they're done," Franklin interjected, "if you tell me where your leader is, I'll bring you back to them. I'm interested in having a chat with someone who can keep a shark from devouring." He added this almost casually, driven by curiosity rather than a particular interest in the shark itself. The rabbit perched on his shoulder whispered, expressing concern, "Are you sure about that, boss? He did say not too many." The rabbit indicated that this individual could be a potential adversary. Franklin chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. "Don't worry, it'll work itself out," he assured the rabbit. He glanced at the others conversing with the shark and reclined in a relaxed manner. "Besides, it could be someone we know," Franklin speculated, hinting at the possibility of unexpected connections.
Richard Stadler	Well. What do you know. It was actually one big misunderstanding. /Huh/. Still, Stadler had already gotten up, and his nap was just straight up ruined at this point from the surge of aderenline pumping through him at the prospect he'd have to do something violent. He really needed to look inward on why he doesn't simply move his beach towel next time. Still... the X-women seemed to be defusing the situation quite handily, if a little.. awkwardly. More than a little. Honestly, kids some times. Though she probably did know more about him than he did. Was he actual royalty? Was this suddenly a diplomatic mission? Oh, wait, no. It was a Shark Date. "Don't people like you need a chaperone?" Rick says from just a bit back in the crowd, arms folded as he walks in the same direction the shark people are. "I mean, I have nothing better to do."
Morrigan MacIntyre	King Shark is trying to take in everything at once. No one is trying to stab or shoot him and well...that's a nice change. The old man has cleared out and the guards are going back to what they were doing. Watching for actual sharks. Not Land Sharks! "Nanaue, yes. Can call me that." the big shark-man states. Yes, he's a big old demigod that likes to eat people. It's not completely /his/ fault. Details. "SHARK DATE!" King Shark bellows and reaches out to grab Iara by the hand to drag her off towards the funnel cakes. Along the way, Rio is grabbed up by the hand and King Shark does a little skip hop towards one of the food stalls. "Funnel cake!" he shouts. Oh dear...this was going to be fun or a COMPLETE catastrophe. But we'll see that in the Sequel titled: JAWS: The Shark Date!