Ari... was actually somewhat excited for this. Joining a summer camp full of people like him, seeing he wasn't the only weirdo. There were others- hell, he was sitting on a boat with a bunch of other people like him.
He fiddled with one of his fins on the boat ride, standing with his face at the bow of the boat. It was really nice to finally be outside, surrounded by water. Surrounded by the one thing he was comfortable and safe in. Just feeling the lone droplets of water on his face and arms was relaxing, calming even.
It was beautiful. And even if Ari wasn't the sort to make friends actively, he was certain that he'd make some this year!
Ari... was actually somewhat excited for this. Joining a summer camp full of people like him, seeing he wasn't the only weirdo. There were others- hell, he was sitting on a boat with a bunch of other people like him.
He fiddled with one of his fins on the boat ride, standing with his face at the bow of the boat. It was really nice to finally be outside, surrounded by water. Surrounded by the one thing he was comfortable and safe in. Just feeling the lone droplets of water on his face and arms was relaxing, calming even.
It was beautiful. And even if Ari wasn't the sort to make friends actively, he was certain that he'd make some this year!
Perhaps this was a bad idea.
Not that Charlie had thought anything less when he showed up at the dock. The facts were just now beginning to hit him as he approached the island with the rest of the campers. He would be lying if he said he wasn't at least slightly fearful - after all, how did the invitation to this camp find him in the first place?
He only said yes because he was curious as to what all of this entailed. It had been two years since he associated with a group of people at all. Perhaps the calm of the ocean, the gentle waves lapping the side of the ferry, the gentle murmur of his fellow campers, all of it was alluding to something he hadn't experienced in a long while: companionship, a sense of belonging.
And perhaps that is what ultimately fueled Charlie's desire to say yes, aforementioned curiosity aside. So he packed light (as if he had many belongings to begin with), slung the single dufflebag over his shoulder, and walked onto the ferry. He kept his bag by his side and sat with his hand in his hands and his ankle crossed over his other leg. His tail twitched lazily as his heavy-lidded gaze eyed the other campers. He tapped his free fingers impatiently against the side of the ferry. Was it the most welcoming demeanor? Not by a long shot, but he would rather come off as distant than admit to himself that he wanted to fit in.
As the island got closer, Charlie braced himself - for what, he still wasn't sure.
Perhaps this was a bad idea.
Not that Charlie had thought anything less when he showed up at the dock. The facts were just now beginning to hit him as he approached the island with the rest of the campers. He would be lying if he said he wasn't at least slightly fearful - after all, how did the invitation to this camp find him in the first place?
He only said yes because he was curious as to what all of this entailed. It had been two years since he associated with a group of people at all. Perhaps the calm of the ocean, the gentle waves lapping the side of the ferry, the gentle murmur of his fellow campers, all of it was alluding to something he hadn't experienced in a long while: companionship, a sense of belonging.
And perhaps that is what ultimately fueled Charlie's desire to say yes, aforementioned curiosity aside. So he packed light (as if he had many belongings to begin with), slung the single dufflebag over his shoulder, and walked onto the ferry. He kept his bag by his side and sat with his hand in his hands and his ankle crossed over his other leg. His tail twitched lazily as his heavy-lidded gaze eyed the other campers. He tapped his free fingers impatiently against the side of the ferry. Was it the most welcoming demeanor? Not by a long shot, but he would rather come off as distant than admit to himself that he wanted to fit in.
As the island got closer, Charlie braced himself - for what, he still wasn't sure.
With a careful eye, Caladrius watched the edge of the island as it drew closer to the boat. They heard the talk of how boring the boat ride was, but did not reply. After all, humans were commonly bored from the lack of stimulation that a calm boat ride provides. As for Caladrius, they had no feelings on the matter. Caladrius had no strong feelings on any matter. They could not. But they could cognitively surmise their way through understanding the feelings of others, and that was close enough for them.
Huh. That shoreline was awfully close. Was it supposed to be that close? By the time Caladrius figured out that, no, it was not supposed to be that close and they were slowing up far too late, Caladrius could only activate the intercom as a warning; it made a noise to the other passengers similar to the polite chime that an airline intercom makes.
Leo spouted a Russian expletive as the boat bounced off of the shoreline, shoving him against the side of the bench seating. Other than being slightly shaken and annoyed though, he was okay. The impact was not major, but it was enough to make him shoot a glare at whatever was driving this thing. At first he thought it was a person with the face of a bird, but then he noticed the ball joints and robotic movements as it turned around, so now he wasn't even sure what it was. Whatever it was, it needed to let someone else competent drive next time.
"Oooh..." Marnie winced from the island as the boat made its precarious landing. Mr. Monday squinted at the boat; everyone seemed to be okay, if shaken. Luckily, Caladrius seemed to do the rest of the disembarking procedure well, tying off the boat and rolling out the platform so that the campers could walk onto the island safely.
After that, Caladrius moved their hands towards a series of laminated flashcards hung to the ceiling of the boat, and flipped to the front one in particular: "Please disembark carefully and in a single-file line." They undid the latch holding the gate closed, then made motions with their arms directing towards the disembarking platform. Meanwhile, Marnie and Mr. Monday were welcoming students as they got off the boat, as well as directing them towards the tables of traditional American breakfast food laid out for them.
Leo knew he smelled something other than sea water. His stomach growled at the scent of food, and he all but bolted off the boat to be first in line, past the weird bird thing, past the Santa-looking man that had invited him here, past some... other person, and to the copious amounts of scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, hash browns, orange juice, and other things his family couldn't afford normally. He could already feel his drooling threatening to drip down his chin and melt a place on the floor.
Leo started serving himself one of everything. He'd be back for seconds though; he had to be, since these plates were too small to fit everything he truly wanted. His mom always said that his powers gave him a larger appetite and that might have been true, but he also hadn't eaten anything other than a bag of chips for days and as soon as he made it to one of the 4 tables set up, he took off his mask and started shoving things into his mouth. He had the passing thought that his acid spit and shark teeth might gross some of the other campers out, losing him friends before he even spoke a word to them, but with his hunger, he found himself eating anyway.
With a careful eye, Caladrius watched the edge of the island as it drew closer to the boat. They heard the talk of how boring the boat ride was, but did not reply. After all, humans were commonly bored from the lack of stimulation that a calm boat ride provides. As for Caladrius, they had no feelings on the matter. Caladrius had no strong feelings on any matter. They could not. But they could cognitively surmise their way through understanding the feelings of others, and that was close enough for them.
Huh. That shoreline was awfully close. Was it supposed to be that close? By the time Caladrius figured out that, no, it was not supposed to be that close and they were slowing up far too late, Caladrius could only activate the intercom as a warning; it made a noise to the other passengers similar to the polite chime that an airline intercom makes.
Leo spouted a Russian expletive as the boat bounced off of the shoreline, shoving him against the side of the bench seating. Other than being slightly shaken and annoyed though, he was okay. The impact was not major, but it was enough to make him shoot a glare at whatever was driving this thing. At first he thought it was a person with the face of a bird, but then he noticed the ball joints and robotic movements as it turned around, so now he wasn't even sure what it was. Whatever it was, it needed to let someone else competent drive next time.
"Oooh..." Marnie winced from the island as the boat made its precarious landing. Mr. Monday squinted at the boat; everyone seemed to be okay, if shaken. Luckily, Caladrius seemed to do the rest of the disembarking procedure well, tying off the boat and rolling out the platform so that the campers could walk onto the island safely.
After that, Caladrius moved their hands towards a series of laminated flashcards hung to the ceiling of the boat, and flipped to the front one in particular: "Please disembark carefully and in a single-file line." They undid the latch holding the gate closed, then made motions with their arms directing towards the disembarking platform. Meanwhile, Marnie and Mr. Monday were welcoming students as they got off the boat, as well as directing them towards the tables of traditional American breakfast food laid out for them.
Leo knew he smelled something other than sea water. His stomach growled at the scent of food, and he all but bolted off the boat to be first in line, past the weird bird thing, past the Santa-looking man that had invited him here, past some... other person, and to the copious amounts of scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, hash browns, orange juice, and other things his family couldn't afford normally. He could already feel his drooling threatening to drip down his chin and melt a place on the floor.
Leo started serving himself one of everything. He'd be back for seconds though; he had to be, since these plates were too small to fit everything he truly wanted. His mom always said that his powers gave him a larger appetite and that might have been true, but he also hadn't eaten anything other than a bag of chips for days and as soon as he made it to one of the 4 tables set up, he took off his mask and started shoving things into his mouth. He had the passing thought that his acid spit and shark teeth might gross some of the other campers out, losing him friends before he even spoke a word to them, but with his hunger, he found himself eating anyway.
It was the chime that woke them, in the end. Xavier's illusory dream-creatures scattered into mirage dust with a small poof, only to be replaced with seven small handbells that rang out in response to waking with their favorite sound.
He attempted to rise from their sprawled position in the isle, but the impending collision only toppled his efforts. "Oh, it ended?" He mused out loud as the ferry came to a halt, sitting up and looking around with the realization that he was no longer dreaming.
With the flurry of disembarking campers, there was little else they could do but gather their items and follow suit, albeit a little dazed with vertigo from waking and experiencing a near boat crash so close together.
As he entered the camp with minor stubling, the illusory bells followed after, morphing into shadowy cats with jingling collars. Passing the welcoming staff with the rest of the crowd, Xavier took a seat at the breakfast table after selecting fruit pancakes, scrambled eggs, and some bacon for their meal.
Regularly, one would simply begin eating and perhaps start aquainting themselves with their fellow campers. Xavier spared themselves the normalcy, illusioning the assembled breakfast foods to look like a whip-cream topped dragon castle.
It wouldn't change the taste at all unless he wished it, but the point was to settle into his new situation at summer camp were the unusual was allowed by, well, orchestrating the unusual.
He also just wanted to eat a dragon castle like he had done in his recent dream. So without further hesitation, they did.
It was the chime that woke them, in the end. Xavier's illusory dream-creatures scattered into mirage dust with a small poof, only to be replaced with seven small handbells that rang out in response to waking with their favorite sound.
He attempted to rise from their sprawled position in the isle, but the impending collision only toppled his efforts. "Oh, it ended?" He mused out loud as the ferry came to a halt, sitting up and looking around with the realization that he was no longer dreaming.
With the flurry of disembarking campers, there was little else they could do but gather their items and follow suit, albeit a little dazed with vertigo from waking and experiencing a near boat crash so close together.
As he entered the camp with minor stubling, the illusory bells followed after, morphing into shadowy cats with jingling collars. Passing the welcoming staff with the rest of the crowd, Xavier took a seat at the breakfast table after selecting fruit pancakes, scrambled eggs, and some bacon for their meal.
Regularly, one would simply begin eating and perhaps start aquainting themselves with their fellow campers. Xavier spared themselves the normalcy, illusioning the assembled breakfast foods to look like a whip-cream topped dragon castle.
It wouldn't change the taste at all unless he wished it, but the point was to settle into his new situation at summer camp were the unusual was allowed by, well, orchestrating the unusual.
He also just wanted to eat a dragon castle like he had done in his recent dream. So without further hesitation, they did.
"Alas, love cannot be cured by herbs!"
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- - - As if his headache couldn't get any worse, the boat lurched. The grumbling beast-shifter slammed forehead first into the side of the boat, letting out a heavy groan of pain, squeezing his unnatural eyes shut while he rubbed the red spot forming on his forehead. "What the-?" It was in the next minute that he managed to get his eyes open past the pain (avoiding any... Unneccesary fur flying) that he saw the cards. Well, it was about time that they were here. Grabbing the pack at his feet, loosely slinging it to his back, he silently stomped his way out of the boat, behind the others excitedly rushing out to dry land.
- - - The sea air hit him again like a brick wall. It was better than the City funk, but it was far less subtle. Brushing a hand through the thick layers of black hair (save for the deathlok, the thick lock of hair sitting over the middle of his forehead, very important to keep in place), Glenn surveyed his surroundings, the other campers... The kid running to the breakfast array. "Jeez, they're really trying to win us over right away."
- - - ... Well, it's not like it wasn't working.
- - - Glenn passed the apparent Camp Runners with no less than a grunt and a lazy snarl, sitting semi-reluctantly at the table and piling the bacon onto his plate. He was just about finished filling the other half with eggs when he noticed... Something missing. "Hey," he growled to no one in particular. "Where's the coffee?"
- - - As if his headache couldn't get any worse, the boat lurched. The grumbling beast-shifter slammed forehead first into the side of the boat, letting out a heavy groan of pain, squeezing his unnatural eyes shut while he rubbed the red spot forming on his forehead. "What the-?" It was in the next minute that he managed to get his eyes open past the pain (avoiding any... Unneccesary fur flying) that he saw the cards. Well, it was about time that they were here. Grabbing the pack at his feet, loosely slinging it to his back, he silently stomped his way out of the boat, behind the others excitedly rushing out to dry land.
- - - The sea air hit him again like a brick wall. It was better than the City funk, but it was far less subtle. Brushing a hand through the thick layers of black hair (save for the deathlok, the thick lock of hair sitting over the middle of his forehead, very important to keep in place), Glenn surveyed his surroundings, the other campers... The kid running to the breakfast array. "Jeez, they're really trying to win us over right away."
- - - ... Well, it's not like it wasn't working.
- - - Glenn passed the apparent Camp Runners with no less than a grunt and a lazy snarl, sitting semi-reluctantly at the table and piling the bacon onto his plate. He was just about finished filling the other half with eggs when he noticed... Something missing. "Hey," he growled to no one in particular. "Where's the coffee?"
Leo scarfed down his breakfast and went to go back for seconds when he saw a.... dragon, whipped cream castle... Thing? In its place. He still smelled the regular breakfast though. Someone was pulling the wool over his eyes, and he wasn't having it.
"Where's the coffee?" He heard someone mutter, and he figured that that was a good thing to find. Maybe that would help. Even if somebody was pulling tricks already, he was sure that his sleeplessness didn't help. He pulled up his mask and brushed past the person who asked the question -- a stereotypical punk much taller than he was -- and cut to the end of the line where the drinks were. Luckily the containers were marked (tea, coffee, decaf) and he poured himself a paper cup of black coffee. It was hot, but as the chill of morning had not completely faded away, it was also comforting.
Leo scarfed down his breakfast and went to go back for seconds when he saw a.... dragon, whipped cream castle... Thing? In its place. He still smelled the regular breakfast though. Someone was pulling the wool over his eyes, and he wasn't having it.
"Where's the coffee?" He heard someone mutter, and he figured that that was a good thing to find. Maybe that would help. Even if somebody was pulling tricks already, he was sure that his sleeplessness didn't help. He pulled up his mask and brushed past the person who asked the question -- a stereotypical punk much taller than he was -- and cut to the end of the line where the drinks were. Luckily the containers were marked (tea, coffee, decaf) and he poured himself a paper cup of black coffee. It was hot, but as the chill of morning had not completely faded away, it was also comforting.
It wasn't until she noticed she was watching the ceiling that Maru realized they crashed. Well, maybe that was a exaggeration, as it wasn't the first time she lost her balance.
With a groan, she shook herself up, it seems she only hit her back, barely, good. The rest of the campers were displayed on the sides, but they were safe (atleast she hoped so). Some of them were more annoyed than others given by their angry remarks at the captain for the distracted driving.
In truth, she supposed she could be also annoyed, but only for the rude wake up. She tried to be understandable. After all, it can happen to the best of us, right? She wanted to ask the captain what happened but saw something strange. Maybe she was in a dreamlike-state, still...
Maru grabbed her bag, thanking herself for having closed it before going to dreamworld and put her diary and pen on a pocket. Time to move on.
She got out the ferry with the rest, forming a line as the captain signaled. Just stepping outside gave her the shivers. Probably for excitement. Thankfully it was a good day! Ignoring the rough landing, of course.
Maru saw at the distance the inhabitants of the island, greeted the kind lady Marnie, and Mr. Monday like he said he would. She smiled, they were nice enough. They offered a good...lunch? The tables they pointed to was neatly organized.
Just as Mr. Monday mentioned the food there was someone rushing past the other campers and attacked the tables. Huh, they must be really hungry.
She wasn't used to see that much food early, even though it was pretty common in America, she only was content with tea with milk and maybe some cookies, depending on the occasion. She wasn't that hungry yet but couldn't pass up some juice and toast, after all, she would need the energy.
After taking her seat, Maru ate and drank quietly, taking the moment to observe the other campers. She thought she saw something strange at the tables, a castle? but only blamed it on her daydreams. Not now.
She heard a camper shout where was the coffee and honestly, it wasn't a bad idea probably, but she would prefer some tea. So she got up and went to look for some. She went to serve herself a cup and saw the hungry kid from before. He seemed content with his drink.
Maru wasn't particularly a shy person, but knew that if she wanted to talk to someone, atleast she should do the first step.
"Hey, are you feeling cold?" she started with something simple. "I mostly hate it too, but luckily this is a summer camp, and not a winter camp, right?" she smiled to the kid, expecting to be friendly.
It wasn't until she noticed she was watching the ceiling that Maru realized they crashed. Well, maybe that was a exaggeration, as it wasn't the first time she lost her balance.
With a groan, she shook herself up, it seems she only hit her back, barely, good. The rest of the campers were displayed on the sides, but they were safe (atleast she hoped so). Some of them were more annoyed than others given by their angry remarks at the captain for the distracted driving.
In truth, she supposed she could be also annoyed, but only for the rude wake up. She tried to be understandable. After all, it can happen to the best of us, right? She wanted to ask the captain what happened but saw something strange. Maybe she was in a dreamlike-state, still...
Maru grabbed her bag, thanking herself for having closed it before going to dreamworld and put her diary and pen on a pocket. Time to move on.
She got out the ferry with the rest, forming a line as the captain signaled. Just stepping outside gave her the shivers. Probably for excitement. Thankfully it was a good day! Ignoring the rough landing, of course.
Maru saw at the distance the inhabitants of the island, greeted the kind lady Marnie, and Mr. Monday like he said he would. She smiled, they were nice enough. They offered a good...lunch? The tables they pointed to was neatly organized.
Just as Mr. Monday mentioned the food there was someone rushing past the other campers and attacked the tables. Huh, they must be really hungry.
She wasn't used to see that much food early, even though it was pretty common in America, she only was content with tea with milk and maybe some cookies, depending on the occasion. She wasn't that hungry yet but couldn't pass up some juice and toast, after all, she would need the energy.
After taking her seat, Maru ate and drank quietly, taking the moment to observe the other campers. She thought she saw something strange at the tables, a castle? but only blamed it on her daydreams. Not now.
She heard a camper shout where was the coffee and honestly, it wasn't a bad idea probably, but she would prefer some tea. So she got up and went to look for some. She went to serve herself a cup and saw the hungry kid from before. He seemed content with his drink.
Maru wasn't particularly a shy person, but knew that if she wanted to talk to someone, atleast she should do the first step.
"Hey, are you feeling cold?" she started with something simple. "I mostly hate it too, but luckily this is a summer camp, and not a winter camp, right?" she smiled to the kid, expecting to be friendly.
- - - It didn't take long for the chaos to make its way to his personal bubble. He'd always banked on the idea that he looked just about as scary as he could be and, with that, people would stay away. Not the case, not with this twerp that seemed to be full of enough energy to fill a car battery. His snarl returned as the other camper passed, eyes squinting as his glare followed him to... Coffee. Thank Christ.
- - - He huffed, turning back to reach for more food to pile onto his plate... When there wasn't food anymore. Fine, bacon and egg piles it was. He made his way over to where he could only assume (before reading the signs, of course, he forgot signs were things people did to be nice) his caffeinated savior was. Setting the plate to the side, he grabbed one of the insulated cups and gave the shorter that passed him before a slight elbow bump; not too hard, just enough animosity to make a reminder. "Watch where you're goin', twerp," his low drawl mumbled, finally filling his cup with the dark liquid, immediately taking a swig with a grunt against the heat, and filling it back to the brim again.
- - - "Winter would be better," Glenn answered for himself, about to wander off and find a corner of the table to sit at again, looking over the spikes adorning the shoulders of his battle vest. "Cold's easier to deal with."
- - - It didn't take long for the chaos to make its way to his personal bubble. He'd always banked on the idea that he looked just about as scary as he could be and, with that, people would stay away. Not the case, not with this twerp that seemed to be full of enough energy to fill a car battery. His snarl returned as the other camper passed, eyes squinting as his glare followed him to... Coffee. Thank Christ.
- - - He huffed, turning back to reach for more food to pile onto his plate... When there wasn't food anymore. Fine, bacon and egg piles it was. He made his way over to where he could only assume (before reading the signs, of course, he forgot signs were things people did to be nice) his caffeinated savior was. Setting the plate to the side, he grabbed one of the insulated cups and gave the shorter that passed him before a slight elbow bump; not too hard, just enough animosity to make a reminder. "Watch where you're goin', twerp," his low drawl mumbled, finally filling his cup with the dark liquid, immediately taking a swig with a grunt against the heat, and filling it back to the brim again.
- - - "Winter would be better," Glenn answered for himself, about to wander off and find a corner of the table to sit at again, looking over the spikes adorning the shoulders of his battle vest. "Cold's easier to deal with."
Wren was finally on the verge of sleep when a faint chime rung throughout the ship. Not thinking much about it, he tucked himself further into the warmth of his wings and allowed his mind to drift.
However, not even a moment later, the ship lurched forward and came to an abrupt stop with a loud THUNK!
With the sudden adrenaline pumping through his body, his wings flared outwards and he quickly scrambled upwards, searching for any signs of danger. But alas, there was none.
Instead, he was met with the lush land of the island and a small group of people that looked to be the ones in charge of the camp.
Hearing the static from the intercom screech back to life, he took a deep breath and did his best to steady the trembling in his hands and wings before following its order and carefully stepping off the ship.
Oh how glad he was to be back on land! No more constant rocking, no more cold winds and sprays of sea water that definitely put his feathers into disarray….Oh- oh yeah…that’s going to take some time to fix later…
Pushing the annoying thought to the side, he gave a small smile and nod towards the each of the camp counselors (there’s no point in being rude! Especially since they invited him!) before following the hoard of other campers.
Quickly coming to a halt, he was met with the sight of a HUGE breakfast. There were piles and piles of food, enough for the whole boat load of campers!
So he did what any sane person would do and grabbed a plate and got in line.
As he got what little he wanted, he couldn’t help himself but overhear a conversation not too far away. One person sounded quite nice but the other voice was rather…well intimidating. It made him want to curl up on himself and tuck his wings away so nobody could see him.
So when he finally did get to the table that had all the drinks, he tightly folded his wings against his back and did his best to avoid looking towards who he believed the scary voice came from. He didnt want to get on someone’s bad side on the first day…or really ever!!! So he quickly grabbed a cup of orange juice and was about to be on his way.
Wren was finally on the verge of sleep when a faint chime rung throughout the ship. Not thinking much about it, he tucked himself further into the warmth of his wings and allowed his mind to drift.
However, not even a moment later, the ship lurched forward and came to an abrupt stop with a loud THUNK!
With the sudden adrenaline pumping through his body, his wings flared outwards and he quickly scrambled upwards, searching for any signs of danger. But alas, there was none.
Instead, he was met with the lush land of the island and a small group of people that looked to be the ones in charge of the camp.
Hearing the static from the intercom screech back to life, he took a deep breath and did his best to steady the trembling in his hands and wings before following its order and carefully stepping off the ship.
Oh how glad he was to be back on land! No more constant rocking, no more cold winds and sprays of sea water that definitely put his feathers into disarray….Oh- oh yeah…that’s going to take some time to fix later…
Pushing the annoying thought to the side, he gave a small smile and nod towards the each of the camp counselors (there’s no point in being rude! Especially since they invited him!) before following the hoard of other campers.
Quickly coming to a halt, he was met with the sight of a HUGE breakfast. There were piles and piles of food, enough for the whole boat load of campers!
So he did what any sane person would do and grabbed a plate and got in line.
As he got what little he wanted, he couldn’t help himself but overhear a conversation not too far away. One person sounded quite nice but the other voice was rather…well intimidating. It made him want to curl up on himself and tuck his wings away so nobody could see him.
So when he finally did get to the table that had all the drinks, he tightly folded his wings against his back and did his best to avoid looking towards who he believed the scary voice came from. He didnt want to get on someone’s bad side on the first day…or really ever!!! So he quickly grabbed a cup of orange juice and was about to be on his way.
Raiden fell backwards off the bench that he was sitting on as the boat bumped into the shoreline. The duffle bag full of his things landed next to him as he sat up, rubbing his now sore head. "I guess we're here." he said, stuffing the power bank and cord into one of the side pockets of his bag.
He adjusted his gloves one last time before moving off the boat, careful to not bump into anyone. Raiden was amazed at the size of the island and the amount of people who got off the boat. He counted at least fourteen, including himself, and there were possibly more. He carefully made his way off the boat, still wary of the water surrounding the island.
At the mention of food Raiden realized how hungry he was. It was reasonable, he'd been on the boat for a long time and didn't bring any snacks with him. He moved towards the smell of the food. He was surprised to see a castle... thing. He blinked at it, a tad confused, before realizing that it was probably someone's ability. A chill went down his spine, he'd never met someone else with abilities before, and now he was on an island full of other with abilities.
He stepped towards the table castle thing and began carefully putting food onto his plate. There was probably some sort of metal on the table so he had to be very careful as to not bump into anything. Raiden slowly made his way down the table, carefully picking out the different foods he wanted.
Raiden fell backwards off the bench that he was sitting on as the boat bumped into the shoreline. The duffle bag full of his things landed next to him as he sat up, rubbing his now sore head. "I guess we're here." he said, stuffing the power bank and cord into one of the side pockets of his bag.
He adjusted his gloves one last time before moving off the boat, careful to not bump into anyone. Raiden was amazed at the size of the island and the amount of people who got off the boat. He counted at least fourteen, including himself, and there were possibly more. He carefully made his way off the boat, still wary of the water surrounding the island.
At the mention of food Raiden realized how hungry he was. It was reasonable, he'd been on the boat for a long time and didn't bring any snacks with him. He moved towards the smell of the food. He was surprised to see a castle... thing. He blinked at it, a tad confused, before realizing that it was probably someone's ability. A chill went down his spine, he'd never met someone else with abilities before, and now he was on an island full of other with abilities.
He stepped towards the table castle thing and began carefully putting food onto his plate. There was probably some sort of metal on the table so he had to be very careful as to not bump into anything. Raiden slowly made his way down the table, carefully picking out the different foods he wanted.
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