[SIDE RP] Sealegs
Takes place: Sometime after where Sealand discovers his powers; does not have to tie into the main plot at all, seeing as how the official roleplay hasn't started yet.
Characters: Any and all are welcomed, especially Canada.
Location: A beach in Tofino, British Columbia, just after 1PM. Sunny.
Yeah, I can't think of anything else, I ust felt the urge to RP. This will be a short intro, then.
START!!
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It was a beautiful day in the early summer. The sky was free of any sort of cloud, the water was a beautiful cerulean, and the sand was warm and inviting. However, Peter could care less about the sand at the moment, for greater things were ahead of the shoreline.
Like the water.
There he stood in nothing more than his gray boxer briefs, his sailor's uniform cast aside on a large smooth stone not too far from the vegetation of the area. His feet were bare, the soles of said appendages atop the thin surface of the amazingly still water. He seemed to be concentrating, a soft smile on his face and arms held out two feet from his sides. He stood on the ocean, breathing in, breathing out.
A wave was building behind him, heading toward the seemingly hovering body. As it neared he flexed his fingers and, as it attempted to slam into him, the crash never came. Instead, it parted, half of it going to his left and the other to his right.
After the wave collapsed into the sand, he lost a bit of his balance, his right foot sinking deep into the water, but quickly regained it, biting his bottom lip nervously.
He then returned to concentrating.
Characters: Any and all are welcomed, especially Canada.
Location: A beach in Tofino, British Columbia, just after 1PM. Sunny.
Yeah, I can't think of anything else, I ust felt the urge to RP. This will be a short intro, then.
START!!
~~~~~*****~~~~~
It was a beautiful day in the early summer. The sky was free of any sort of cloud, the water was a beautiful cerulean, and the sand was warm and inviting. However, Peter could care less about the sand at the moment, for greater things were ahead of the shoreline.
Like the water.
There he stood in nothing more than his gray boxer briefs, his sailor's uniform cast aside on a large smooth stone not too far from the vegetation of the area. His feet were bare, the soles of said appendages atop the thin surface of the amazingly still water. He seemed to be concentrating, a soft smile on his face and arms held out two feet from his sides. He stood on the ocean, breathing in, breathing out.
A wave was building behind him, heading toward the seemingly hovering body. As it neared he flexed his fingers and, as it attempted to slam into him, the crash never came. Instead, it parted, half of it going to his left and the other to his right.
After the wave collapsed into the sand, he lost a bit of his balance, his right foot sinking deep into the water, but quickly regained it, biting his bottom lip nervously.
He then returned to concentrating.