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[EVENT: BEACH TIME!]

[Normally, one might count walking into a standard classroom only to find a bright, sunny beach instead to be a very pleasant surprise. But as Tadakuni stood there; blankly trying to wrap his head around what just happened- Only one question plagued his mind enough to dwarf all other concerns.]

.......

WHY AM I IN SCHOOL TRUNKS AGAIN!?

((OOC: Welcome to the Beach Room! Once inside, everyone who enters will suddenly appear dressed in swimwear of some kind. Unfortunately, those who try to leave will find an invisible barrier blocking them from exiting the room for at least 3 hours. So have fun, take a swim, play some volleyball, enjoy the cheesy beach-party music, or find some other activity to occupy your time! ~~Emergency suntan lotion will of course be instantly available for all you beach-goers to avoid a nasty sunburn~~!))

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[Nero looks down, curling the fingers on his Devil Bringer.]

I didn't always have this arm.

So... you hadn't always known either?

[Pyrrha looks out across the beach; reflecting back to her time before arriving in the Campus.] I always thought that I... was just a normal human. I still feel like I'm normal, kind of... But...

Looking back now, I suppose... there were signs. [She fidgets with her fingers a bit.] I just... I never wanted to give it much thought. And I certainly never wanted to be this... thing. I just want to live like everyone else....

[She pauses for a moment, before looking back over to Nero.] I have to admit that part of me... envies you. -You and your boring town.

[Nero lets out a sigh as she speaks; he wasn't really sure what to say to any of that.]

Yeah, well, that makes two of us. [Again, he can be seen wringing his hand at his side.]

At least you turn back to normal. My arm's stuck like this. It's just one big flashing arrow that screams "look at this freak"!

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"Normal"? [Pyrrha frowns slightly, before looking over to her own arm.] ....Not for long.

[She stares down at the palm of her hand.] I can... feel it. Changing...

Every time I blank out like that... And every time I-- [Every time I kill someone. The girl cuts herself off before finishing that sentence.] ...Every time... something really bad happens...

I can feel a pain in my arm. Like... a throbbing heat. It's getting worse, too. [Furrowing her brow in worry.] I'm.... I'm scared.

If it keeps happening... If I lose control again, I... [Looking over at Nero.]

...I don't think... there will be any turning back to "normal".

[Nero turns his head slightly as she speaks, for once actually listening with interest in what she has to say. As Pyrrha speaks, han't help but feel strange dichotomy towards her and her predicament.]

Well, you'll just need to learn to control yourself. [He turns away again, frowning.]

There's not much else you can do. Hell, it's good that you know, because that means you have a chance to stop it from happening.

[There's a tinge of bitterness in his voice.]

[She turns toward Nero at that.] You...

Do you think there's hope? Do you really think that I can stop it from happening..?

[Pyrrha watches him closely for a response; her own expression filled with an anxious sort of worry.]

[Nero creases his brow and averts his eyes, not looking too confident.]

...Don't ask me that.

....

[Expression saddening somewhat, Pyrrha averts her eyes as well; her gaze falling down to the hands in her own lap as she goes quiet. Eventually, she speaks; her voice soft.] ...I'm sorry...

...I wish... that I could speak with you about happier things.

[Nero can't help but frown, having shot down Pyrrha's hopes like that, but it was better than giving her false hope. Because what if he was wrong?]

Ah...yeah. [He rubs the side of his head.] Maybe we should do that.

[And then, trying to lighten the mood he pipes up in his usual, snarky matter.] I'm sick of this topic anyway. Who needs it!

[Pyrrha blinks; momentarily snapping out of her somber thoughts at Nero's loud exclamation.] O-oh...

Um... then- is there something else you'd like to talk about...?

I'm not really the talkative type.

[While Nero could mouth-off, but he wasn't exactly a chatter-box. So really, all he could do was shrug.]

Isn't there something else to do...? [He leans back, sounding almost childishly bored with his complaint.]

U-um... [Oh boy. She doesn't often get put into the position of having to provide entertainment for anyone else. Pyrrha wracks her brain as she tries to think of something to do.] I... er....

Well, I'm afraid that I was never taught many games or activities. I mean... there are competitive games like racing... or catch... I was never very good at juggling, though... [A pause.] We could always... swim..?

[Not that she was the best at that either.]

[At Pyrrha's suggestion Nero looks down at his half-covered Devil Bringer and then up again at the somewhat populated beach. After taking a brief headcount, he glances back over at her.]

Ahh, I dunno about that. [He leans back in his chair, looking over at the boardwalk.]

We could get something to eat. I haven't eaten anything decent in days. [In fact, the last decent thing he ate was what Pyrrha made him.]

Oh! [Pyrrha brightens] That would be nice...!

[-Er.] Um, i-if that's what you want to do, I mean... [She doesn't want to sound too eager. The Grecian has always been self-conscious when it comes to the matter of her weight... And in truth, ever since sampling a few of the foreign/futuristic foods that are available in this building, Pyrrha has been snacking more often than she would ever be willing to admit.... .__.]

I suggested it, didn't I? [Nero coolly replies with a smirk as he hops off his chair. He adjusts the towel over his shoulders to further cover his Devil Bringer and then heads for the boardwalk.]

Now let's see if they have any corndogs.

...Corn.... dogs...?

[Pyrrha... visibly cringes as she gets up from her chair; brow creasing as she begins to feel a bit uneasy. Is such an unpleasant thing really common food in Fortuna??]

D- do they... stuff the dog with the corn... or...?

[Nero stops a moment and turns his head to give Pyrrha a questioning look. Suddenly he flashes her a knowing smirk, and then...]

Nahh, nothing like that. They stuff the corn with the dog over here. And then the put it on a stick.

What-!? [Pyrrha blinks; eyes wide.] But... but how??

[And WHY? It seems so impractical! -Not to mention very strange and unsettling... but Pyrrha doesn't want to say that and rudely insult another culture!]

I... I suppose that I will try it... [She really doesn't want to though! But... it's something that Nero wants... And something that he suggested they do! So she can't just turn it down, can she? Oh dear...]

[Nero decides to not explain any further the intricate workings of corndogs--call him a jerk, but her reaction was kind of funny. Besiiides, as soon as she saw what it really was, it'd be fine.

So Nero just heads for the nearest shop and purchases two corndogs. Needless to say the vender ends up tied up in his sign with his head in the drink cooler while Nero walks away with some free food.]

Alright, Pyrrha. Here's yours--[He tilts one of the corndogs in his hand towards her]--and here's mine. [And then he grabs the other in his teeth.]

[FFFFFFFFF]

[As Nero roughs up the unfortunate food vendor, Pyrrha merely stands back in shock; a gasp escaping her as the man's head is shoved into the cooler. Th-they... are they stealing right now? They are!!]

[When Nero walks away, Pyrrha can only stay behind and bow repeatedly to the mistreated stranger; apologizing on behalf of both herself and Nero.]

I- I'm sorry! I'm sorry...!

[She scampers off; running over to trail behind Nero until she catches up. It's then that she gets her first good look at the food presented to her, and she blinks at the realization that it's nothing like what she imagined.]

It's... breaded...? [Well, it certainly doesn't look as unappetizing as she has prepared herself for. She watches Nero as he catches the food in his teeth, and then stares down to the corndog held out for her.]

[Nervously, Pyrrha bites down upon her lower-lip for a moment before lowering her head to mirror his action. She parts her lips enough to take the corndog into her mouth and then bites down; holding it between her teeth as she pulls back with it in her mouth.]

[The young woman reaches up to take the stick in her hand after biting off a decent amount; then chews and swallows.]

.....

[She blinks.] It... it's actually... really good...

...

[You know what? He's just going to stare at her in bewilderment as she mimics his actions. The only reason he'd done that was because he didn't want to use his other hand. Pyrrha, on the other hand...

Well, it got a small laugh out of him once the shock wore off.]

Uh, that's great, but you could have just taken it by the stick, you know.

[Pyrrha blinks; before looking down in embarrassment.] O-oh--

I... I assumed that it was part of the custom... [Ahem.]

[Face red, Pyrrha takes another bite of her corndog before speaking again.] ...I never imagined that I'd enjoy eating dog....

But I still don't understand where the corn could possibly be...

It's...not. [He snerks.]

[As Pyrrha words her concern over the cornerdog, Nero decides to break the news to her.] I'll give you a hint.

[He leans in, whispering into her ear because this is a VERY SECRET MATTER after all.] It's not actually made out of dog.

[Nero pulls back again, talking at a normal volume now.] Although what it actually is made out of is up for debate and possibly illegal.

[A pause.] And the outside is made of cornbread. I think.

Mm? [Pyrrha turns her head as he mentions a hint; jumping slightly as he ends up whispering against her ear. The girl gasps; touching her ear as she turns toward Nero with a definite blush and a frown on her face- not just due to being tricked, but also the brief, unintentional reaction within herself that inevitably came with the sensation of his breath falling upon her skin.]

[She furrows her brow; immediately forcing that thought back as she focuses on the fact that she was tricked.] W-why would you lie about such a thing??

[Still frazzled, the girl looks away with a bit of an embarrassed frown. Fooled again...]

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