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 Female x Male  Fantasy  Romance Isla Cazedor [w/CaliforniaCombatCony]

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by ChibiMonkey, Jul 3, 2018.

  1. ChibiMonkey

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    Kairi Tahelm
    Often goes by Kai
    Pelagic Thresher
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    It was finally summer, meaning vacation, which for Kai meant finally arriving at the island in her dreams, quite literally, as well as the island that was almost identically described in one of her fathers old notebooks. Cheesy as it may sound, she couldn't help but take that as some sort of sign, telling her to go to this island and visit it. It was probably all nonsense, her overthinking, or over-analyzing things and that it was all coincidence the island in her fathers notebook sounded exactly like the one she often dreamed about. She'd always loved water and the sea, though perhaps that's because she grew up on the shore, and perhaps it was just her hopeful and over-imaginative mind wanting the island in her deceased father's notebook to be identical to the one she dreamed about. She had no particular rhyme or reason for it, while she was curious about her father this wasn't some far-fetched search to try and be closer to the man she never knew. This was genuinely and solely her own curiosity, and perhaps her own desire, maybe even need to investigate the island, regardless of her fathers connection to it, something about it just seemed...right.

    Thus, in short here she now was on vacation with some friends at the island. It turned out to be a pretty popular tourist destination, actually, which for some reason surprised her, and maybe even disappointed her a bit, contrary to what her friends thought. Since they'd arrived, they had been out exploring the tourist locations, picking up local dates that were clad in dark tans and ripped muscles. She however was more curious in the island itself rather than the people. She did hang out with her friends occasionally to not seem as though she was entirely uninterested in them, but it was later in the evening she was able to get away from them more easily as they would be distracted partying, some even disappearing themselves with some locals.

    She walked down the shoreline for quite a ways, finding herself relaxing a bit more the further she got from the noise of any parties and groups. She walked for a while, not worried about how far she went since she figured it would be easy enough to find her way back, she'd only have to follow the shoreline back around the way she came. As her bare footprints trailed along behind her in the damp sand, she came to a stop when she noticed someone standing out on a rock in the crashing waves against the shore. She was a bit surprised seeing anyone this far away from the town, though figured it was likely a local. Though local or not, she couldn't help but think it was dangerous to stand that far out on a rock in the water. She hesitated a moment, about to call out to the shadowed figured when all of a sudden he dove into the violent waves, causing her eyes to widen a bit and she quickly took a few steps forward, as though that would help her see better as her eyes scanned the surface of the water for him to resurface. When that didn't happen, she started to panic a bit more, quickly throwing her sandals she'd been carrying in her hand along her walk to the sand as she crossed the cluttered rocks, walking atop them to the point she'd last seen the figure, hoping that maybe she just couldn't see his surfaced head from the shore with how dark it was. Unfortunately that wasn't the case though, and in a panic she dove into the water, hoping he was somewhere nearby and the current hadn't taken him anywhere - or any predatory animals for that matter.

    She dove into the water with only a little bit of concern for herself. She was more worried about the figured that had disappeared beneath water, and she also considered herself a good swimmer. She always had been since she was young, though she just figured it was a natural-born skill of hers. Granted, it was a natural born skill, though not for the typical genetics she assumed accounted for it. Unfortunately, the current was a bit stronger than even she was used to swimming in, and she didn't have long to look for the missing figured before she was struggling against the current. Mentally cursing to herself in her head, she went to swim back up to the surface before she lost all energy fighting the currently, only for something to suddenly latch on with razor-sharp teeth into her leg, yanking her further into the depths of the sea. The sudden pain shooting through her leg caused her to instinctively gasp out in pain, inhaling a mouthful of water in the process and choking on the water in her lungs, her vision blurring from the struggle and lack of oxygen, before something in her body seemed to click over from the survival instincts as she found it easier to breath, though at the moment was in too much of a panic and struggle to really realize how little that made sense since she was still underwater.
     
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    Jango Soza
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    Isla Cazedor was an unassuming island in the Pacific, known for its idyllic tropical climate, luxurious beaches and resorts, rustic coastal fishing towns and a little known tribe whose origins were only known to its members. Most tourists knew little about the island beyond what they read in the tourist brochures. They didn't know that a single, ancient tribe of people controlled the tourist industry as a way of hiding in plain site, steering visitors away from historical and religious sights that might catch the eyes of archaeologists and anthropologists alike so that their existence could remain a mystery. Surface details were known, of course. They didn't hide their tribal heritage. But the true nature of their culture was... obscured. It was generally considered prudent not to reveal that there was an entire island in the Pacific inhabited by human/shark hybrids blessed by an ancient god of the hunt in the form of an enormous great white.

    It was the beginning of summer and the tourist traffic was ramping up, the island's docks and small landing strip a mosh of activity. Many of the resort employees facilitating tourist activities and services, unknown to the average visitor, were either related by blood or through tradition and quite a few had tattoos that, while resembling other trends in pacific islander nations, had a unique flare to them which, again, most visitors knew nothing about.

    It was a long day for Jango. He held a rather ambiguous position at one of the larger resorts. He was not very good at customer service but he sometimes filled in at the pool bar. His other duties included routine maintenance, some cash handling, and leading tours of the inland hiking trails. It was a flurry of activity as new guests were checked in and by the end of it all, the young man was in desperate need of some time to himself.

    The temperature had dropped some as night came on, local weather reports warning of a storm that would be passing by the island some time in the night. Guests were advised not to go night swimming. It caused a bit of concern to some of the guests unused to tropical climates but Jango and the others were unafraid. He was comfortable around the ocean, even when it was being temperamental and when storms passed over, it usually cleared up in a day or so.

    The ocean spray was pleasing, mingling with the cool air coming off the water. He stood in a pair of trunks at the end of a rock jetty. The water was an ever changing, obsidian landscape, dark clouds obscuring the moon and making for the perfect cover for a swim as his true self. A soft light hit him from the back, reflecting off the little pools of water in the divots of the rock beneath him, emanating from the many windows and hanging lights in and around the resort. He could hear music, sounds of laughter and clinking drinks far away. Everyone would be too busy partying to notice him.

    He closed his eyes a moment, letting the sound of the waves roll over him as he relaxed, feeling his mouth growing full as new rows of teeth sprouted from his gums. He took a breath, his sense of smell deepening, filled with the scent of ocean spray and the palms along the beach, scents of alcohol, the sweat of dancing, happy people, fire from the torches...

    An enormous wave crashed across the jetty and he let it pull him from the rock, surrendering to the waves as they closed over his head. He was plunged into another world, senses magnified tenfold under the water, feeling the power in his muscles as his limbs beat against it, propelling him out into the ocean to gamble among the coral reef, scattering frightened fish. Were it brighter and one were to observe him, they would notice a darkening of his sun kissed skin as it tinged slightly blue, darkest at the tips of his fingers and toes, nails turning blue grey, webs forming between his digits. Gills flared behind his ears and he opened his mouth to draw in water, eyes turning a lustrous silver. The seawater suffused his body with a cool vigor and he took joy in his freedom as he defied the currents, gliding smoothly through the water.

    He let his sense of smell guide him, chasing fish and other marine life with no real intent to catch them. He could sense the electrical impulses of creatures from almost a mile away, his unique senses painting a picture of the chaotic ocean world he truly belonged in.

    And then: an interloper.

    She didn't smell like another Malie*. But it was unmistakable. He couldn't see her, the ocean too dark for his weak eyesight**. But he could smell her, electrical receptors pinpointing her location. She seemed to be in distress and then he sensed something else. They were rare, the stuff of his people's ghost stories. Nakiki, the shark god, was constantly at war with Jelung, the many armed, taking the form of a great octopus that lived in the sea caves beneath the island. His children were beings of darkness. They had not been seen in centuries.

    Of course, being a modern Malie youth, he put little stock in such tales. But the thing attacking the girl, evidenced by the faint tang of blood in the water that he was ashamed to say was practically making him drool, was no eel or small reef shark.

    Jango's strong arms and legs propelled him through the water like a bullet, a blue blur. The creature smelled of decaying meat and rotting fish. He still couldn't see it but he grasped for it, feeling a muscular body, amorphous, undulating. It was too strong, dragging the girl down. He punched at where he thought its head was, feeling his knuckles scrape against sharp teeth. Its response was to slam its weight against him, still holding the girl by the leg in its jaws. He felt his shoulder connect with the jetty, scraping along the barnacles and opening a gash. He snarled, silver eyes turning black as a cold rage overtook him. Steeling himself against the smell, he clutched at the creature again, tearing at its scaly skin, jaws clamping around its cranium.

    The taste was truly awful and he felt the creature thrashing as his sharp teeth sunk into its face. It shrieked audibly as he punctured what he thought was one its eyes, feeling several of his teeth break off as it relinquished its grip on the girl's leg and recoiled. Jango kicked it away, using the momentum of a crashing wave to carry him closer to the girl, put an arm around her waist and drag her with him toward the surface, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as his arms propelled them up to the edge of the jetty. He helped her up first, grunting as he climbed up after her, collapsing on the rock, blood pooling from his shoulder and her leg as he breathed heavily.

    After a moment, he sat up, turned over and spat, trying to get rid of the acrid taste in his mouth. They'd have to put out a shark alert tomorrow to discourage swimming beyond the safety lines. The guests wouldn't be happy.

    He turned back to look at the girl he'd rescued, recognizing her as one of the guests of the resort. But she smelled like a Malie. It was rare but sometimes outsiders felt the call of Nakiki. It was always dangerous as the tribe tried to help them learn but also remained wary of weather or not those outsiders would expose them. One of these outsiders had never shown up in his entire lifetime. But why did she look familiar...?

    "Are you alright?" he asked, glancing at her leg. If she was Malie, she would heal quickly but it still looked like she might need stitches.

    *Samoan for "shark"
    **sharks have terrible vision
     
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  3. ChibiMonkey

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    Panic overwhelmed Kairi as pain filled entire leg from the merciless bite clamping down on it. She couldn't see what it was, though she knew it was clearly dangerous and predatory. Not just some coral reef fish swimming about, clearly. Her first thought went to shark, since that was typically the first threat of being in the open waters one considered when it came to predatory animals and sharp teeth. Though, at the moment it didn't really concern her what it was, only that it was strong, a lot stronger than herself, and she couldn't get away from it. Adrenaline coursed through her body, causing her blood to pump loudly in her ears as she struggled in the grasp of the creature. Her mind was starting to catch up and realize that she was breathing now, and while she supposed that was a good thing, it only caused the panic to increase as it only ended up further adding to the confusion and distressed chaos of the situation.

    At some point, she realized there was another being there mixed up in the chaos with her, and at first she worried it was another predator, though it didn't take long for her to realize they were helping her. Her eyes squinted against the salty water and dark abyss surrounding her in the depths she'd been pulled into, though she couldn't make out much of the being helping her. At first panic swelled in her chest all over again when all she first saw was a blur of dull blue flesh, thinking this being was a shark. But then somewhere in the chaos she made out limbs appearing to be arms, though she didn't question much of anything of what she was seeing, it was dark and she could hardly see a thing in the violent waters of the sea.

    Eventually in the midst of the thrashing about, she felt her leg released from the unforgiving grip of the creature's teeth, though her leg overall still felt numb in throbbing pain as she felt an arm wrapping around her body and pulling her up to the surface. Though her head was foggy and still in a daze of chaos and pain, she was coherent enough to be able to grab onto the rock and pull herself up, though her left leg, the one that had been wounded, was just about useless in helping climb atop the rock, but she'd managed. Once assured the man that helped her was also safely atop the rock, she let herself finally start to catch her breath, breathing labored and her face pale in fear.

    She had been wearing shorts and a tank top when she dove into the water in attempt to 'save' the man she'd thought been pulled under, though, somehow it seemed he ended up being the one saving her. Her tank top revealed what she always believed to be a unique birthmark on her left shoulder, and her shorts leaving her leg completely unprotected in the attack. Hearing his question, she finally looked down at her limb, her senses slowly started to calm down and come back to her, taking a moment to respond "Y-yeah..." she managed to get out in a shaky breath "I-....what-..." she stammered, at a loss for words of just where exactly to begin "Thank you" she finally decided on starting with first, finally lifting her gaze to her savior, only for her eyes to land on his bloodied shoulder and concern to fall over her "Your shoulder...is it alright?" she asked, hoping it was only a flesh wound and no bones had been damaged "What um.....what was that thing? And you- I though you had fallen in..." she finally started to explain, her brain starting to analyze and realize everything that had just happened as the adrenaline slowly started to leave her body. It was then she remembered breathing underwater, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she re-actively put a hand to her neck, feeling where it felt like she was breathing something solid, something like water....though now having resurfaced and out of the immediate danger and the water, there was no trace of the gills that had appeared there.
     
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    She was confused and disoriented which was to be expected. But she seemed less focused on her injury than was normal and by the way she was touching her neck, he surmised that that was likely the first time she had changed. It was in keeping with the legends he'd heard before about outsiders being called to the island. Something about the waters surrounding Isla Cazedor triggered the change and any tribespeople who ventured away from the island found it very difficult to access the shark spirit. Their condition was linked to this place. It made sense.

    His brain took only a split second to take in the sight of her lying on the rock. Were she not bleeding so badly and had they not just had a violent fight in the water, he might have appreciated the way her tank top clung to her. As it was, he got to his feet, waving away her concern about his shoulder and stooped to pick her up. Out of the water, his strength wasn't much more than that of a man his size but he still lifted her with relative ease. "I know someone who can take care of that leg. Been bit like that a few times myself. We'll get you stitched up." He didn't mention that those bites were usually from lovers who transformed in the heat of the moment. He told people the crescent scar on his forearm was from a reef shark instead of his ex.

    He jogged her up the jetty, bare feet nimbly taking them across the rocks until they returned to the dirt path that led up to the road. There wasn't really any foot traffic out right now, especially as they moved away from the resort district and into the parts of town that were more rustic. He took her to a restaurant with a faded blue and white sign over the door that said "Flanigan's." The closed sign was up but Jango knocked anyway after letting Kai down, allowing her to lean on him.

    "We're closed," came the response, a woman's voice coming from the kitchen which still had a light on.

    "It's me! Open up!" Jango said, cupping his hand to the glass to try and see inside.

    A tall figure appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. She wore a tank top that showed off her well defined arms covered in intricate tattoos, a black bandanna on her head and board shorts with flip flops. The tomboy approached, unlocking the door and peering at them. She had jet black hair with white tips and an angular, predatory looking face. "Don't tell me you bit someone..." She said with exasperation as she got a look at Kai's leg.

    "No. Something bit her. She needs stitches. You're closer than urgent care."

    "Fine. Come in. What's your name, babe?" she asked casually as she went to a supply closet and came back with a first aid kit, indicating Jango should have her lie down on the bar. Jango helped her over to the bar, realizing he hadn't gotten her name either.

    "I'm Jango. This is Frankie."

    "Frankie Flanigan," she said, sterilizing a needle and placing a bottle of vodka on the bar. "Drink this. It's crap. It will distract from the pain."
     
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    While she was still catching up to everything that had just happened, she realized that he had hardly answered any of her questions. Brushing off the concern towards his shoulder, about seeing him go in the water, her question regarding what had attacked them...Though before she could even further realize this and question him more, she felt herself being picked up and him making some comment about knowing someone who could help, which only further confusion her and threw her brain for a loop. "You've been bit this badly before?" she inquired, half bewildered and half concerned "By the same thing?" she found herself asking more questions every time one popped up in her head. The more he spoke the more she seemed to have questions about and she only grew further lost and confused.

    As they arrived at a restaurant a bit apart from the tourist section of the island, she looked around confused, and a bit worried. After all she still didn't know this man. All she could guess was he was a local, and so while it was true he probably did know someone that could help with the leg, it also was a bit on the sketchier side of things. On a remote island that was a huge tourist attraction, with a local that was just guiding her up and off...the uncertainty started to show on her face as she looked around her surroundings a bit worriedly, though she didn't immediately voice her concerns or anything, as the door before them was soon opening up. But once again, she was just further confused as the woman made a remark that didn't make sense, and as she followed him into the restaurant with his help, she found herself questioning once again "Bite someone? Why would you bite someone? And it's obviously not a human bite, that's kind of a bad joke...." she muttered, questioning though more talking to herself in confusion.

    "Oh, it's Kairi" she finally introduced, realizing they had yet to do that but figured given the circumstances it was kind of easy to forget simple introductions to each other, since it wasn't exactly planned or something you consider to do in the middle of being attacked by...whatever sea creature that was. Which again had her thinking back to what exactly had happened in those waters, both with whatever attacked her, as well as with herself. Maybe she was just hallucinating with all the fear and adrenaline that had coursed through her body, she was only half conscious and she didn't even know what was going on. But no matter how she looked at it, things didn't quite add up and there were definitely a few things that she couldn't figure out.

    Shaking the thoughts from her head momentarily, she listened to the instructions she was given as she got up on the bar, feeling uncertainty rise again as she looked to the woman as she came back out with a med kit, needle, and alcohol "Um....I uh, I'm all for seeing the local sites and everything but...are you sure this is safe?" she couldn't help but question with a bit of uncertainty, looking to Jango then back to the need. In the end, she figured to hell with it and it's not like she could go off anywhere herself very easily anyways. Still a bit skeptical, she accepted the offer of the bottle and took a few big swigs from it, biting her lip as she looked away from the needle approaching her leg, as though it might help lessen the pain.

    Whether she looked or not, she didn't need to to know exactly when the needle pieced through her skin, causing her to grit her teeth as she couldn't help bit let out hiss of pain, hands clenching down tightly onto whatever they where holding onto. One gripped the edge of the bar she laid on, the other gripping the bottle she hadn't realized she had yet to let go of. The heel of her foot on her undamaged leg digging into the wooden top of the bar as she struggled to keep from moving, knowing it would only make it more painful as well as drag out how long this would take. She opened her mouth to ask how many she would need, or more specifically how long this would take, though instantly regretted it as the needle pierced her flesh again on the already agitated and bloodied muscle, clenching her jaw back shut tight.
     
  6. CaliforniaCombatCony

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    There had certainly been times in the past when one of them slipped up in front of an outsider, mentioning some aspect of Malie life that wasn't quite normal. Frankie asking if he'd bitten Kairi was one such time. But most tourists wrote it off as some strange local custom or turn of phrase. No one made the leap to human/shark hybrids blessed by an ancient shark god.

    The two of them DID share a look though. Jango had yet to tell Frankie that he suspected Kairi was one of them but he knew she would figure it out as soon as she got a whiff of Kairi's blood. And sure enough, as the woman bent to sterilize the needle with a lighter from her pocket, she paused, sharing another glance with Jango. But she didn't comment.

    "Trust me, honey. You're not the first person I've stitched up on this bar. I'm a part time vet too. You're in good hands." She looked at Jango again. "What bit her?"

    "Couldn't see it. Shark probably..." he said, not quite convincingly. It was on purpose though. Frankie would want to know about the thing. She was a pillar of the tribe, kept tabs on the goings on of the island and was related to the tribe's shamans.

    "Well," Frankie said to Kairi, "you're not gonna need too many stitches. Looks like what bit you really got a good grip. Means your leg was deeper in its mouth meaning only about four points of its bite actually connected. Woulda been worse if it's front teeth caught you. Most of these cuts are shallow though. And you're already healing."

    "How... uh..." Jango stuttered for a moment, standing beside Kairi and nervously watching as Frankie expertly sewed her up and applied antiseptic. "How should we tell her...?"

    Frankie rolled her eyes. "Well you're not exactly being discreet by asking that. Lemme guess, she changed?"

    "Yeah. Kinda had to. She'd have drowned otherwise."

    "Well I've never had to do this... We should have elders present... but I don't think we should make you wait," she said, addressing Kairi directly. "You felt a call to this island right? Maybe you have family that came from here? You were compelled to visit? Am I right?"

    As she spoke, Jango dipped into the medical kit, sterilizing his scraped shoulder and applying a bandage. He too looked as if he'd done this kind of thing before.
     
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    While Frankie's assurance for having done this before did make Kairi feel a bit better, she still wasn't too sure how she felt about the idea it seemed it was a frequent occurrence for people to get stitched up on this bar. With Frankie's assurance, she did feel more confident in the woman's skill and abilities to properly stitch her leg up, however it was a bit disconcerting to think that something like this happened frequently. And she still had yet to get many answers to most of her questions too, which while weren't too important at the time of occurrence, now that she had calmed down a bit, was out of immediate danger, and her brain was coming back to earth and thinking a bit more clearly now, her curiosity and confusion was renewed.

    Oddly enough, the more stitches that Frankie pierced into her flesh, the less painful the process became. Her leg was essentially numb in pain at this point both from the bite and the stitching it all just kind felt like a numb pricking. Or maybe that was the alcohol. Either way she was thankful that it became more bearable at least, and the tension in her body started to relax a bit, finally realizing she'd been gripping the bottle still and she let go of it, moving to sit up when she felt the stitches had finished and the antiseptic was just being applied now. Glancing down at her leg, aside from the stitches it actually didn't look as bad as it felt. In the moment of it all, it felt like half of her leg and flesh had been ripped off. But now with some of the blood cleaned out of the way and stitches keeping it from continuously bleeding, it actually seemed a bit laughable at the damage of the wound visibly left behind to how it felt.

    Now sitting up on the bar, she was about to thank the woman for her help, though then the two of them started talking in yet further confusing conversation. It seemed as though they were talking about her, though she wasn't entirely sure why exactly, her eyebrow nit together once again in confusion as she looked between the two of them "Tell me what?" she asked, since they seemed to be taking a moment of debating and consideration on how to tell her whatever it was exactly. Maybe it was some kind of payment they were expecting or wanting for the first aid? Though some comment about having 'changed' didn't make sense, and while it was confusing, it had her thinking back to that moment she felt herself breathing underwater, inhaling water yet without choking or drowning on it.

    When Frankie's questioning turned back onto her, she was brought out of her thoughts as she considered what she was saying, and while it sounded a bit weird, the way Frankie suggested she came to visiting this island was exactly as it had felt. "Yeah..." she trailed off a bit in thought "I mean I've always loved the ocean and water in the first place, but yeah, there was something about this place I just felt I really wanted to come here specifically" she confirmed Frankie's questioning "But I mean, I don't see why that's so important. It doesn't really mean anything does it?" she asked, still not quite understanding where this was all going, and why did it seem like there was something big that these two knew and she didn't?
     
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    As Kairi sat up, Frankie's eye was caught by a mark on her shoulder in the shape of a shark tooth. She only let the surprise on her face stay for a second though, pretending like there was nothing the matter as Kairi confirmed her questions. But Frankie knew the truth now. She wasn't just someone who had been deemed worthy by Nakiki from the outside. She was a descendant of the tribe, marked at birth by the shark god when she came into the world as a way to identify someone who was from the island but not born here. This was highly irregular and Frankie had an idea who Kairi was now. But she needed to speak to the elders to confirm it.

    "How could it not mean anything? You were compelled to come here. And I'm guessing something happened that you can't explain when you went into the water." Frankie replied, packing up the medical kit after applying a bandage to Kairi's leg.

    "She changed. Gills. I couldn't see if she manifested anything else though," confirmed Jango.

    "Yep. You're a Malie, like us," Frankie said with a nod. "I'm guessing you're part human though..."
     
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    The momentary surprise that flashed through Frankie's gaze went unnoticed by Kairi as she sat up on the edge of the bar, glancing over the job done on her leg for only a few moments before turning her attention over to Jango and Frankie as they started talking a bit cryptically towards her, clearly having something to say, though she couldn't really identify what it was about with the way they were speaking. She didn't understand what her being compelled and driven to come here by this unknown instinct or gut feeling of hers had anything to do with what they had to tell her, or why it would be connected to anything 'real'. She had assumed it only a feeling, though did consider it a bit odd.

    "Well what could it mean?" she asked confused, when Frankie spoke as though it meant so much more than what she had believed the feeling to be. She didn't quite understand how it could mean anything, however she found herself unable to deny Frankie's next words when she mentioned having had something happen to her in the water that she couldn't explain. "Well, I suppose that's true...." she trailed off "There were actually a lot of things in the water that I don't understand" she explained, eyes glancing over to Jango as she recalled mistaking him for another animal of sorts. She hadn't really been able to see him clearly, just a blur of blue and sharp teeth. And she still didn't know what it was that attacked her, even though Jango previously suggested it might of been a shark to Frankie earlier, she was as unconvinced as he had sounded when he said that.

    It was then Jango replied with confidence about there being gills, and she was about to protest how absurd that even sounded, though Frankie didn't seem to find it all that absurd or crazy at all, causing her to frown at their response "What are you talking about? A Malie? Part human? You're making it sound like I'm not human" she stated, still not convinced, or less confused for that matter. " Are you saying...that you're not human?" she questioned, almost finding it weird asking someone such a ridiculous question like that, but part of her feeling as though they weren't lying or making any of this up.
     
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    They could tell she was scrambling to understand what they were talking about but neither of them had ever had to make these introductions to an outsider. Anyone from the tribe grew up knowing their heritage. It was just part of their lives. But Kairi hadn't had that. Like the rest of the world, she would likely see the notion of gods and spirits and part animal hybrids as a laughable and fantastical idea. But thankfully, despite the injury it had resulted in, she had been given pretty undeniable evidence.

    "How else do you explain breathing underwater?" Jango asked diplomatically.

    Frankie had taken the bottle from Kairi and was sipping it as she leaned on the bar. Her tattoos were dark in the dim light, depicting ocean scenes with a heavy great white shark motif in classical and more stylized fashion. "It's complicated," she began as Kairi asked if they weren't human. She needed to choose her words carefully though since a misstep would cause Kairi to think they were crazy. She probably already did. And showing her more evidence would likely scare the crap out of her. Still, it might be their only option. "Jango and I are part of a native tribe from this island that worshiped a shark god called Nakiki. The stories state that the god favored us so he blessed us by allowing his chosen people to emulate the ferocity and spirit of various species of sharks. Whether that's true or not, I don't know. But what is true is that we're not quite human. We breath under water. We're stronger under water. We have impeccable senses underwater. And to an extent, we can manifest those same characteristics on land too." She gestured at Jango. "Show her. Your teeth aren't as scary as mine."

    "I don't know about that..." Jango said with a shrug. Sure, great whites had some pretty impressive pearly whites but makos had mouths that looked like they were full of knives. Or shards of glass. A childhood friend of his had once stated that makos were like the wood-chippers of the Malie.

    Jango met Kairi's eyes. "It's gonna be kind of scary but just... bare with me," he warned before closing his mouth. His jaw seemed to widen a bit and when he opened his mouth again, his teeth had turned into tiny knives in several rows and his eyes flared silver. He quickly closed his mouth, willing his face to return to normal. Frankie slid the bottle back toward Kairi in case she needed to take a drink.

    "You're one of us, girl," said Frankie, crossing her arms. "It's why you were called here. Any Malie who leave the island are always called back. Anyone with family from here is always called back too. Some people are just deemed worthy of the mantle by Nakiki even if neither they or any of their family have ever been here."
     
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    She really didn't have anything to argue against Jango's statement, since it was true. At the time of the chaos and panic though, she really couldn't think much on it, and afterwards, thought she had perhaps been hallucinating when she started to black out from the lack of oxygen, only for her to then start to be able to breath so that she could remain conscious in the midst of the fight. It still sounded crazy to her...but that didn't mean it didn't make sense. Having no comeback to dispute against his reasoning, she just remained silent in thought, since there really wasn't any other explanation that she could think of that didn't sound crazy, like having gills. Though she still didn't understand how or why.

    Thankfully, it didn't seem like some secret she was going to be kept out on, and Frankie was the first to begin explaining what they were, and possible origins for how they came to have such abilities. It still sounded crazy. She couldn't deny that. But, it did make sense. As much sense as 'crazy' could make, she supposed. Her brows were still furrowed together, trying to keep up with the story and explanation since it was rather far-fetched, something bedtime stories were made up of.

    When the two seemed to discuss who was going to show her their 'teeth', she grew a bit nervous. It was one thing hearing the stories, her brain could play along and pretend its real, or even believe it in her head. However with hard evidence in front of her...while she'd admit it would be hard to fully believe it without evidence of some kind, it also made the reality of the situation that much more real, and now. Her eyes fell back on Jango a bit nervously as he tried to warn her of it being scary, though honestly she wasn't sure what to picture. If this was all true, would his his whole head become a shark head? Countless questions ran through her mind as she patiently waited for some fantastical reveal, and while she was told what was going to happen, it was still hard to believe it, or to prepare herself for something like that.

    At the sight of his jaw filled with shard-like teeth, her eyes widened a bit. If she wasn't speechless before, she certainly was now. It was only at Frankie's offer of the alcohol did she manage to compose herself somewhat, managing a slight shake of her head. She was already a bit buzzed from the earlier swigs to numb the pain of the stitches. It was then she just recalled that. How much had she drank? Maybe she was drunk. Maybe she wasn't just buzzed but full on off her ass drunk. But part of her knew that wasn't the case, even if it seemed the most realistic explanation for all of this. She couldn't really deny the impossible anymore, since everything they said made sense. All the little things in her life, coming to this island, her own breathing under water...it all made sense, and she couldn't deny that.

    "So...." she choked out, her voice a bit shaky as she tried to collect herself again, letting out a heavy breath "So then" she started again, her voice a bit calmer this time as she collected herself "You're saying I'm one of those randomly chosen people who was deemed worthy enough?" she questioned, not thinking she was actually related by blood, which would be another shocker for her of the day when she did find that out. Though it wouldn't take her long to put the pieces together when she recalled her fathers notebook she had found with the mention of this island in it.
     
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    It was Jango's turn to drink but he nearly coughed. It really was terrible stuff. Flanigan's was not known for its high end dining and drinks. But it was a staple of the community and a modern traditional meeting place for members of the tribe whether for tribal discussions or simply a place to grab some grub after work. The crappy food gave it personality.

    Jango began nodding as Kairi asked if she was one of the random chosen compelled to find the island but Frankie was making the opposite gesture. "My father used to be a tribal shaman. He told me about that mark. It appears on blood members of the tribe born away from the island," she said, gesturing to Kairi's birthmark on her shoulder. "At least one of your parents was from here and I... think I might know who." She was older than Jango and Kairi. She had still been a little girl at the time but she remembered the one time in recent history when a member of the tribe was banished. "Your father, I'm guessing... [insert name here]?"
     
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    Kairi didn't think for a second that she was blood related in any way to the tribe here and its abilities that were supposedly bestowed upon them by some shark god, Nakiri. She had never been to this island and she knew that she hadn't been born on it either. It didn't cross her mind about her parents, or the fact her father died before she could have been told any of this from him. So when Frankie began suggesting she believed one of her parents was actually from here, and questioned the name of her father, her eyes widened a bit in disbelief "Yeah....my father's name was Mathew. He died when I was young, before I could remember anything of him..." she trailed off in thought. All this information was still new to her and she was adjusting to the reality of such a fairy-tale of sorts. It was hard to believe her father was from the island and of the tribe, though not entirely unbelievable.

    "Now that I think about it, a few months ago I found a notebook of his. It mentions and island just like this one" she commented aloud in thought. Though something about what Frankie had previously said confused her a bit. "But if my father is from here, why didn't he live here? My mother mentioned they lived together for a while. But you said that everyone who is connected, either by blood or chosen, is eventually drawn back here" she commented in confusion. Perhaps it was just her still being confused about everything in general, but some of what she was told didn't seem to entirely add up. She understood why she would have never heard about any of this, since her father died long before she she could remember him, and perhaps her mother never was told either about who he was and where he was from. However she didn't understand why he would be so far from the island if what Frankie said was true about all Malie's being drawn to this location, even if they leave they end up drawn back to it.
     
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    Jango was eyeing Kairi with interest. He obviously recognized the name but couldn't place it. Frankie had been around though and she cleared her throat.

    "It's very rare that we banish any of our own but... your father... He studied anthropology and he thought it was important to share our history with the world. He wanted the world to know what we are. He was overruled and... made to swear he would never return. It's hard to know for sure but some of us who leave the island can't handle being away from it. It weakens our spirit. If he resisted the compulsion to return... it might have shortened his life..." She explained, looking somewhat uncomfortable. She hadn't been a part of the tribe's ruling council at the time but she still felt somewhat responsible. Her father was one of the ones who had voted for her father to be banished. "I'm sorry."
     
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    Upon hearing Frankie's explanation, Kairi fell silent, a mixture of emotions swelling inside her, she honestly wasn't sure what to think. She was confused - more than she already had been from the start of this conversation. And she felt this bitter resentment as she heard Frankie explain what could happen to a Malie who strayed away from the island for too long. She didn't speak right away...even if she supposedly was a Malie, or part Malie anyways, she didn't want to start suddenly speaking as though she knew things. Because she was fully aware that she didn't. But...from what she heard and knew so far upon Frankie and Jango's explanations, she wasn't really sure how she felt about this whole thing. Especially the circumstances regarding her father.

    "So what you're saying is...." she started off softly, keeping her composure though a slight bitter confusion in her voice as she spoke "that my father was banished from returning to this island. Even though those who banished him were aware a Malie's lifespan could be weakened and shorted if they were to stay away?" she asked, pained confusion in her voice to think that the reason her father died, the reason she never got to meet or know him, was because he was banished, which essentially resulted in condemning his life upon banishment. "You're telling me his banishment is what killed him" she stated a bit more confidently, since from what she understood from Frankie's explanations, that was the correct conclusion of what had happened.
     
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    The two natives looked at each other uncomfortably. Like anything mystical, there were no absolutes but it was true that several Malie in the past had died because of their inability to return. Their blessing was a double edged sword in that regard. But then again, there were a few who held happy lives on the mainland for many years after leaving.

    "It's possible," Frankie conceded. "But the tribe never kept tabs on him as far as I know so I can't be sure." She didn't think it would help to explain the justification for her father's banishment. Outing them to the world, as academic as her father had made it sound at the time, would have been disastrous. At least, that was what the elders had claimed. And if humanity's track record was anything to go by, they were right. Her father had been an idealist and an optimist. But there had been bloodshed in the past when their secret had come to light and the tribe didn't want that to repeat.
     
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    While she didn't have some deep attachment or connection to her father, since she'd never been able to know him, it did still anger her some to know that such decisions could have lead to his premature death. He was still her father, even if she didn't know him, and from the stories she'd been told about him from her mother, she understood he was a good, honest man who just seemed to see the best in everyone and everything. According to her mother, even as he grew ill and death crept closer to his doorstep, he continued to smile and be positive about most things. So Frankie's story of him being an optimist and wanting to share the Malie's with the world for academic, for humans to learn and grow with knowledge they could gain from Malie's existence, it sounded very much like the stories she'd heard of him thus far. Which in a way made her even more distressed about the news of what was likely the cause of his death.

    Frowning a bit to herself, she sighed heavily as she saw the uncomfortable looks between Jango and Frankie, and the matching atmosphere "I'm sorry, I understand it's not like you two individually are responsible for whatever happened to him. And I do understand the importance of keeping Malie's a secret from the rest of humanity. Even though I've always believed myself human, humankind is unfortunately pretty destructive, especially with things they don't understand. But I also can't agree that the decision to banish him was right. Maybe I'm biased because he's my own father, but banishing someone from a place with knowledge it could possibly affect their health I don't think is right at all." she commented, not wanting them to think she was holding them personally accountable or anything, since she wasn't and idiot and she knew they weren't at fault for any decisions made against her father. However, she also now was left with a sour feeling towards Malie's in general, or more specifically those who were in charge. "Anyways" she started up again, slightly changing the subject, though not by far "If it was my father that was banished, what does that mean for me? Should I not be here?" she asked, unsure if the banishment carried down to her somehow simply because she was his blood. Even if not, she wasn't sure she would exactly be welcomed once it was found out she was related to someone the tribe disliked enough to banish.
     
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    It did become awkward. Jango almost wished he hadn't brought Kairi here at all so she wouldn't have learned about this but she deserved the truth regardless. It was a big deal and keeping her in the dark might have led to something worse like her submitting herself for medical testing. That would have outed all of them.

    Frankie waved away her apology. It was perfectly understandable for her to be upset, of course. Frankie couldn't imagine if her father had been banished like that. Apparently, Kairi hadn't even gotten to know hers. Whether it was because of his separation from the island or not, it was still tragic. But she could only imagine that he was banished because he was completely adamant about his intentions to present his tribe to the world of academia and couldn't be dissuaded. That would have been the only reason for it.

    "There's no laws against a child returning to the island," Jango said. "We're strong believers that all children of the tribe deserve to know about their heritage. Whatever your father is accused of doesn't transfer to you. We probably... didn't make the best impression but you're welcome here..."

    Frankie nodded. "Some of the old fogies might have issues but the younger generations won't. Most of the old laws aren't enforced anymore. It's just crucial to our survival that we keep our secrets." Her father was the first to have been banished in several generations and it was never very common in the first place.
     
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    When they assured her there wasn't any problem with her being here just because she was the daughter of a banished Malie, she did relax a bit. It made sense that the older generations might have different opinions, considering in most societies and cultures older generations always tended to be the more conservative and traditional of sorts. However, it was a relief to know there wouldn't be any issues with her being here, so she was able to relax a bit since that had been a momentary worry on her mind when her fathers banishment had been brought up.

    At the reminder of how crucial it was to keep their existence a secret for their survival, she didn't even have to think about it as she nodded her head "Of course. It didn't even cross my mind as an option to tell anyone. Besides I don't think anyone would believe me" she smiled a bit jokingly to easy the slight awkwardness that had formed in the atmosphere for a few minutes. She really didn't think ill of them at all, and if anything was grateful towards them. Aside from the obvious fact that Frankie stitched up her leg, they had informed her of a lot of crucial information, and how important it was - especially now that she was on the island. What would have happened, and what would she had done should she have gone swimming with her friends and some of these Malie abilities, or characteristics in her blood started appearing? She would have been freaking out, her friends would have been freaking out - everyone would have been freaking out.

    "So, aside with all the serious parts of it, now that its settling in a bit more that this isn't some elaborate prank...." she trailed off, her tone turning more open and enthusiastic, curious to know more about Malie, and about this side of her she didn't even know had existed, and side of her that had also been a lot about her father. "You mentioned Malie can take on various types of shark spirits...what each are yours? And how do I figure out mine?" she asked curiously. Now that it wasn't as much of a shock and she was more adjusted to the reality of the information, her confusion and shock had now turned to interest and curiosity to learn more.
     
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    Knowing she didn't plan to tell anyone was a relief but the awkwardness really left the room when Kairi began asking about the tribe and their shark spirits. Frankie immediately puffed up proudly. Great whites could be a little snobby about their species. "I'm a great white," she said, allowing her teeth to show for effect. Triangular, serrated rows appeared in her mouth, her skin darkening, her chest and chin turning pale. "We're the best," she stated jokingly.

    Jango rolled his eyes. "I'm a shortfin mako. That's why our teeth look different. Mako's are mackerel sharks. Smaller than great whites but much faster."

    "Yeah and you're all scrawny stick figures," Frankie said jeeringly.

    "Scrawny? Look at this washboard! I'm not scrawny!" Jango retorted. He had discarded his shirt before going out on the jetty and hadn't retrieved it in his haste to get Kairi help.

    "Nice six pack," said Frankie, lifting her shirt and flexing her own stomach. "Got you beat though."

    "Whatever. All you great whites are meatheads," Jango said, waving his hand in dismissal as he returned his attention to Kairi. Think of your shark like your spirit animal. Most of us go through a ceremony where we learn what shark we are when we're kids. Until then, we don't manifest teeth or skin color or any other unique attributes. Once we undergo the ceremony, we start showing differentiated characteristics like my teeth and speed and Frankie's strength and ego." He shot her a grin which she responded to by flipping him the bird. "What you do is you go in the water and wait and a shark will come find you. That's how you know. Sometimes sharks come from all over the world to answer Nakiki's call to help a Malie learn who they are."
     

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