A Bad Day at the Beach (Open RP)

The beaches on Talos Island were packed. It was a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon, and a conflicting array of coloured bikinis, beach shorts and swimsuits lined the sandy bay by Spanky's Boardwalk. Lifeguards shouted orders to foolish and reckless swimmers, carts selling cold drinks, coffees, hot dogs and ice creams lined the boardwalk, and cool boxes were packed to the brim with dangerous cocktails of sandwiches, beer and nibbles.

Children were building sandcastles, older, more adult looking children were building bigger and fancier sandcastles, and swimmers played games and cooled off in the ocean.

And then there was the floating, psychic whale.

Wait.

What?

At first only a few noticed the long, dark shape under the water. Then some more noticed. Gasps, pointing fingers and camera phones were all directed at the looming shape under water. It was a Greyhound bus and a half in length, and almost three times as wide at the front.

When it surfaced though, it got everyone's attention. A powerful blast of water sprayed from its blowhole as the leviathan beast of the brine floated out of the water, it's sea song of savagery sounding across the north end of the island.

The crowds froze, watching the spectacle with bafflement and fear in equal doses.

"I AM KRILL KILLER, THE PSY-WHALE." It's telepathic voice boomed. "FOR TOO LONG YOU SURFACE DWELLERS HAVE HUNTED MY KIND WITH PRIMATIVE WEAPONS AND FLOATING FORTRESSES. NOW... YOU SHALL RECIEVE OUR PAYBACK IN KIND!"

With a flex of its mental muscles, the seas began to surge. Water spouts fired up high into the air and vortexes threatened to swallow those still in the water.

... Makes you wonder why anyone vacations, or lives, in Paragon City anymore.

One of the many water cyclones picked up a particular buff man who had been tredding the water, and threw him at considerable speed towards a beach umbrella that had been knocked over. Instead of being comically impaled, he smashed into the tip of the pole head-first and suffered a horrendous clotheline effect that planting him on his back in the sand, either dead from trauma or with a severe concussion.

"YOU FREAKIN' JERK!" The voice came from around the man's midriff. Whether or not the Whale heard or not was unimportant. The important bit would be if it saw the man's chest suddenly spring open like door to reveal that he wasn't a man at all, but an android! And not only was he an android, he apparently had a passenger. A giant black centipede, almost three entire feet in length and a solid six inches wide, crawled out of the opening and started to skitter its way towards Krill Killer.

"YOU FREAKIN' JERK! THE ONE DAY I GO ON VACATION AND YOU RUIN MY RIDE! THAT WAS BRAND NEW!" The centipede yelled (from no visible source) at Krill Killer angrily, just as loud as any human. "HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I TOOK THE OCEAN OUT FROM UNDER YOU WHILE YOU WERE SWIMMIN' IN IT? YOU'D BETTER BE SMART, CAUSE OTHERWISE I'M ABOUT READY TO CLEAN YOUR FREAKIN' CLOCK."

In an attempt to intimidate his foe, the centipede reared the front of its body, reaching an impressive ten inches of height.

Down on the beach in question, amongst the castle builders and frisbee throwers a young dark skinned girl with long black hair lay on her towel on the beach. It had been a long time since she last went to the beach. A spot in the sun was just what she deserved.

As the psychic warning of mankinds doom echoed across the minds of everybody on the beach, she opened an eye. Just her luck.

She grudgingly stood up, brushing the sand from her bikini clad body and looked out over the sea, sizing up the gargantuan whale with a look of disdain and irritation. It's always something.

A curtain of rock rose around her, showering the amazed if somewhat perplexed onlookers with sand as she created a nice cylinder around herself and began to get changed.

'One day' she thought to herself as she changed into her green spandex and golden belt, securing the various methods of protection before slipping on the veil 'One day I won't need to bring my costume...'

The cylinder of rock fell away back into the sand like it had never been there, and where once there had been just another sun bather, now stood Mysticism, controller of the earth, bringer of storms and beater of any damn thing that interrupts a perfectly nice day.

Tilting its body, Krill Killer's eye focused on the tiny being shouting at it. "DO NOT GOAD ME, INSECT." Its projected voice echoed, directed at the centipede. "LEAVE OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES, ALONG WITH THE REST OF THESE HUMANS."

A telekinetic ripple flowed throughout the beach as sandcastles exploded in puffs of fine, golden sand, and buckets and spades were launched skywards.

A tidal warning signal had already begun to drone, oscillating between high and low moans. A suitible background orchestra to the monsterous mental mammal's reign of destruction.

"YOU FREAKIN JERK! I'M GONNA FREAKIN' EAT YOUR GUTS AND SPIT EM BACK OUT YOUR *******!" The centipede screamed in utter fury at Krill Killer. It then performed a very impressive leap and landed on Krill Killer's side, where it bit him.

Centipedes are, of course, venomous. However, three factors got in the way here: A: Krill Killer's skin was too thick. B: The centipede's jaws were too small. C: Even if it had worked, the venom would be much too dilute to actually do anything. In conclusion, the centipede hanging onto and biting Krill Killer was about as effective as trying to pick the lock on a vault door using chocolate-coin tinfoil.

"PHIP 'OU UHPRT!" The centipede gagged furiously.

"Operations Log #1745: I have completed my second sweep of the streets of Talos Island, and have delivered the fires of justice upon numerous [23] Tsoo gangsters. After completion of this patrol, I activated my discretionary programming to intitiate a patrol of the beach. Weather reports are favorable and many innocent citizens shall be enjoying themselves. However, happiness leads to complacency and it would be terrible if some injustice were to fall upon the citizenry because they forgot about the littering laws."

Landing with all the grace of a dump truck, a massive figure landed upon a rock formation by the beach. Eight feet tall of brilliant blue armor, the massive hulk looked out upon the happy citizens of Paragon City. The impassive metallic face that was forged in the tradition of giant robots, two parts Gundam, one part Optimus Prime watched, scanning the crowd for those who might do wrong.

And then a giant psychic whale attacked.

It was in violation of 12 city codes, 3 state laws, and 14 federal statutes. The green diode centered on the robot's chest flashed as it sprang into action.

"Attention Citizens, this is the Mark Two hundred twenty one Cognizant Crime Fighting Robot, or M221 at your service. Please exit the beach in an orderly fashion while proper authorities take care of this situation."

Jets on M221's feet roared as it flew towards the large attacking whale. The robot's forearms were easily as huge as the robot's head, for they stored capacitors that powered the machine's attacks, and great balls of energy formed on M221's hands as it pointed at Krill Killer.

"Stand down evil doer, or be prepared to face the indomitable might of Red Hot Robot Justice!"

Being on the receiving of a plastic bucket to the face was not the best way to make an entry on the scene of a major incident, but that was exactly where a long-haired twenty-something in white suit found himself. That and face-down on the ground soon after.

Richie Stacker, the Crazy Dragon, should have been used to face pain after more than a year and a half operating as a hero, and several years as a street fighter beforehand, but it's not like you can brace yourself for something you don't see coming right at you, can you? His thoughts exactly as he promptly pushed himself back onto his feet and turned to face the gigantic... floaty... whale... thing... in front of himself.

"Aw, you've got to be..." Richie muttered to himself as he reached a hand out to his side, into the pocket dimension Thin Air to retrieve his two swords, Gold and Silver, his ninja blade and rapier respectively. A dark cloud formed around his hand as he pulled both blades into this world as if simply picking them up from a shelf, the Durham lad casually tossing one of them into his other hand and then pointing the rapier at the... gigantic... floaty... you get the idea.

"OI!" He shouted, brushing his blood-red hair away from his face as he did so, or at least trying without cutting himself. Chances are, Independence Port heard that. "Moby **** on crack! Knock it off right now, you oversized trout!"

He may have had the sharpest tools in the box, but he sure wasn't one of them...

Krill Killer's voice boomed forth once more, over the screams and panicked cries of the beach-goes. "YOU ARE FOOLISH TO CHALLENGE MY MENTAL POWERS!" Spotting M221 with an eye, the whale 's body spun, its long tail starting to cut an arc through the air as it tried to bat away its attacker. The centipede on it wasn't worth the concern of the avenger of aquatic life at this moment in time.

On the ground, the civilains were running wild trying to get away or get to their family, and some were even attempting to swim into the ocean to help those getting dragged out to sea.

"Nothing like a good day at the beach, right Squid?"

The man saying this was sitting in a beach chair at one of the finer Talos Island beaches, his bare feet dug into the sand comfortably. He had short hair that was suprisingly purple, a pair of cheap black sunglasses, and a camo pair of purple and black swimming trunks. He smiled as he watched four girls in bikinis playing two-on-two volleyball, many various, not mentionable thoughts swimming in his head.

"How many times have I told you not to call me Squid?" the voice answered inside his head.

"Not enough, Squid, not enough," the man said physically, although somewhat softly.

" I thought Humans only mated for the continuation of the species? The thoughts running around wild in your head are very contrary to that fact."

"Who told you that was a fact? I'm telling you right now that I ain't ready to be a daddy. That's a dang fact."

"Well, our species actually-"

"Don't want to hear about Khledian mating rituals, Squid. All I want to do is work on my tan and watch the pretty ladies jump around in the sand."

"Really? Your thoughts say that's not all you want to do."

"You have much to learn, Squid, my young padawan."

"Padawan? Is that some sort of baby animal species on this planet?"

The man sighed, about to answer, when the Krill Killer made his arrival, scaring most people on the beach to run away, including this man's subjects of interest.

"I hate to see you leave, but I love to see you go."

"Another contradictory statement! Your species isn't very high in the intelligence department, is it?"

"You didn't have a Kheldian mate, did you?"

"No, but-"

"Swish!" the man said, making a basket-ball shooting motion with his hands. By now, while talking, they had noticed the whale and all of it's attackers, including a bug and a robot. "Do you think we should help?"

"Well, it would be helpful to the city, and as a hero your job is-

"Do you think we should help?"

"No. All this 'beach-going' has made me slightly tired, although there was no physical activity, from either you or me. It has me slightly puzzled."

"You're starting to get lazy, Squid."

"For the final time-"

"It won't be the final time, Squid. Not. Even. Close."

But the man sat where he was, watching the group attack the psychic whale. He would take action if things started going down-hill, but as for now, all it was was another crazy giant-monster that got killed by the hundreds of millions heroes running around Paragon.

The centipede stopped trying to bite the whale, and raised its six foremost legs, the rest continued to cling tightly onto the whale.

"I'M GOING TO BURY YOUR CORPSE IN A CESSPOOL AND HAVE MY MATE LAY HER SPAWN IN YOUR FREAKIN' BRAINS IF YOU DON'T STOP RIGHT NOW!" It roared, its voice drowned out by the sound of everything else. Still, this time the centipede was serious. The astute observer would note that it appeared to have bionic energy weapons merged with the six limbs he had raised, which also appeared to double as rather nasty claw-like melee weapons. The centipede stabbed the giant floating psychic whale with all six, releasing blasts of energy while also attempting to cut straight through.

This did not work. Again, its small size proved to be the centipedes undoing. The claws were about as annoying as a shaggy carpet, and the energy blasts about as harmful as a cool breeze. The centipede refused to relent, continually trying to break through the whale's first layer of skin with a flurry of claws and energy strikes, screaming furiously all the while.

Not too far away, a certain reptilian extraterrestrial that carried not a hint of a scale anywhere on his leathery, deep-green hide lay in the warm sand on his back without a care in the world. Garbed in a pair of slate-gray swim shorts and an open, loose shirt patterned with flowers in hues of blue (which mostly had the purpose of making the humans more comfortable, though whether they accomplished this with the clearly visible presence of all those sharp teeth in the reptilian's predatory maw was up for debate), the fictitiously named Acid Zero did what Khelari did best.

Sleep.

Things crashed around him, people screamed over him, thunder boomed, bombs fell...and he just slept, unbothered. There were those who said a Khelari could sleep through the sound of a cannon they happened to lie on - and indeed they could. Contact, unfortunately, was en entirely different matter.

A sand shovel dropped from high in the sky and right onto his nose.

"Whowhatwherewhenwhy?!" Acid bolted up like greased lightning, head whipping about jerkily as his only gradually (relatively) adapting mind came up to speed and attempted to re-synchronize with his senses.

And then he spotted the floating whale terrorizing the beach.

His should to the gigh heavens was almost immediate, the reptilian loosing a most forceful, "General!"

"Whowhatwherewhenwhy?!" the long, narrow, and purple-scaled head of a dragon burst from the sand next to him, despite its larger size and a pair of rearward-jutting, silver-blue horns at its back performing the same motions with almost the same speed. Smaller ones poked through the hide in the form of a spike line, beginning just between his eyes and running down his neck into the sand, and a large scar graced his left eye socket, the eyeball inside black as the night and its iris red as the morning dawn. This of course stood in stark contrast to the right, which held an emerald-green iris upon usual white. A few segments of the silver-blue plating that protected his throat didn't quite look right either, carrying just a bit more silver than what matched.

"Me, that, there, now, and I ain't got a clue." Acid's ice-gray pupils glared back at him while the reptilian pointed a clawed finger at the hovering whale, "Are you summoning junk in your sleep again?"

"What? Of course not!" the Summoner retorted with a curt, defiant shake of his head before realizing he actually didn't have any way of determining that, "Uhh...I mean..."

"Right." the reptilian's eyes narrowed with displeasure. And it had been such a nice day too. He stood with a sigh, wiping the sand off his clothes, "I'll go try and talk to it. You stay here and figure out if it's one of your demons or not."

"Very well." came the answer with a nod as Acid began walking, though sadly it was a little easier said than done. Attempting to ask the humans who came running by screaming only caused them to scream louder and run faster, albeit with general course changes away from the 'second beach monster' or something like that...

The whale's tail slammed into the M221, a blow that might have knocked a less unyielding foe to the ground, though the impact put a large dent into the robot's side. Sparks flew from now exposed wires as gray nanites oozed out to try to repair the damage.

Damaged, but not disheartened, M221 flashed brightly as its hands charged up with a powerful red energy.

"I have cleverly stopped your blow with my chest! No amount of evil can stop the Titanium Titan! This sinisiter seafood has met its match! My metal might contains the power of 12 angry oxes and a rabid badger!"

Slamming its glowing red hands into Krill Killer, an explosion of light blossomed as it transfered the energy.

Kipland Durj had been having such a good day, too. He'd just got a new job with a private security company, his girlfriend had been accepted by the Midnighters for training to help her control her powers, and he'd awoken with a good feeling, something he rarely ever did.

They'd come to the beach to celebrate, he and Cathryn (who operated under the callsign "Fire-Shield"). He was busy soaking in sun rays when the psychic call came through. Half-asleep at the time, he thought it was just a funny dream until Cathryn was poking and shaking him to wake him up.

"Kip! It's a psychic wail!"

"Honey, there needs to be a psychic for a psychic wail, and I'm pretty sure Sister Psyche has most of those idiots on lockdown LONG before they can get here."

"Not 'wail,' you moron! Whale! As in Shamoo!"

Kip popped an eye open and saw the wave crashing down at him. His eye glowed briefly and he closed it.

"Good night," he said calmly as the water crashed down.

When the wave receded, he was gone. Cathryn had a personal force field wrapped about herself, and was able to avoid being dragged off as well. Realizing her boyfriend was missing, she looked out to the sea water hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

"Kip?" she called out, "KIP!"

((Kipland is a short, muscled, caucasian and brown-haired martial artist with a peculiar energy field that helps him resist most forms of damage. It used to be a very basic form of resistance, almost to the point of being laughable, but over the past three years, it's steadily grown more powerful than most such heroes can normally achieve (thank you, Crushing Impact, again and again and again; Aegis' Psionic Resistance boost is pleasant, too, but not nearly massive-enough an improvement so as to be overpowering). Fire-Shield is a fire/FF Controller, a natural magician (she works through will, not incantations) who's only recently started to gain a strong control of her powers. She's orange-skinned (literally, it's a side effect of the magical fallout that made her the way she is) and blonde (but don't let that make you think ill of her intelligence ). Both are currently clad in bathing suits, he in shorts and her in a bikini.))

"Oh, come ON!" a diminutive figure sputtered, surfacing in the shallows after having been knocked down by an extremely inconsiderate wave. "This is ridiculous!"

Snap Play struck out for the shore, grumbling to herself the whole time. Reaching the sand, she turned to the whale and drew herself up to her full four foot height, insectoid faerie wings hanging limply down her back, and yelled, "Hey! HEY YOU! You RUINED my day off, you *******!" She raised one hand in the air, green energy coalescing around it as she called on her magic abilities to lob an attack at the whale. "HEY! Are you listening to-OW!" A flying bucket smacked her upside the head, sending her tumbling to the ground.

In a flash of light a woman dressed in an orange and black New Vigilants uniform popped into existence on the beach. "So much for my snack break then" muttered Susan Bright aka Psysan as she tugged the orange bandanna she was never seen without into a more secure position as the sea breeze started to waft her hair.

Satisfied that one of her most prized possessions wasn’t about to go flying off she looked out at the source of large psychic disturbance she’d felt from all the way over in Skyway City. "A psychic whale, that’s a new one" Sue thought to herself as she began to reach out with her mind to get a feel for what was going on. It looked like there were enough people fighting the whale for now and... oh dear, she sensed a lot of scared people being dragged out to sea, that would have to be dealt with.

With another flash of light she arrived at the beaches edge, water lapping against her uniform as she stretched her arms out, sunlight glinting off her pair of lucky orange bracers as she began the not exactly easy task of telekinetically plucking the floundering people out of the sea before they either washed too far or drowned.shed too far or drowned.

Richie lowered his sword and let out a groan as he watched the robot-thingy attack the floaty-whale-thingy. It was pretty much safe to say that if someone or something decided to go on the warpath against civilisation in general like the floaty-whale-thing was right now... simple threats just won't cut it anymore. Why Richie had even bothered shouting his head off at all was anyone's guess, even his.

Nevertheless, there was some harpooning to be done, and he seemed to be the only one about with a couple of decent 'harpoons' on him. Richie kept his sight fixed on the whale while he straightened his jacket then tightened his grip on his swords.

Let's see if I can get this bang on, then.

Richie closed his eyes and focussed for a minute at the most. Over the course of that minute a dark cloud much like the one that formed around his hand earlier amassed around the hero, engulfing him to the point that anyone watching couldn't even tell he was dressed worse than 1970s John Travolta. Just a few spells to protect himself both physically as well as mentally. He hoped.

Ready for action, the Durham lad charged forward, disappearing only a few steps into his run.

"One."

Richie found himself hovering several feet above the beach. Not far enough, but he knew that already. He had to teleport a couple more times if he wanted any chance of landing on that monster.

"Two."

Now he was above the sea. Uh, now would have been a good time for a third jump...

"Th- Aw, you've got to be..." Richie looked down after his third teleport. For once, he was in the right spot - right above the whale. The problem -was-, he was several feet above it. A few too many feet, and the spell's handy after effect was packing in right about... now.

"FREEEEEEE WIIILLLLLLLYYYYY!!!" The numbskull screamed as he dropped down toward the freak below, readying his swords for a downward strike as quickly as he could. This was bound to hurt, but if it worked... it would have been totally worth it.

Killer Krill flew back from the punishing attack of M221, a rather pitiful sing-song sound coming from it as it reeled back towards Crazy Dragon. The sound it made when the swords piereced its skin and into its blubber though was not quite as pitiful, and more enraged as it started to fall towards the water, a young English man with swords poking into him on his back, and a very odd centipede clinging to it as the waves below sloshed round to welcome them.

"I'LL TAKE YOU TO A WATERY GRAAAAAAVE!" A sightly jumbled thought burst out from its mind.

"Aw snap." was all Acid had to say as the whale fell, mind's eye already seeing the wave rise up before him. He looked about for something to cling onto, but there just wasn't anything solid enough around out here. With a sigh, he rammed his hands and feet into the wet sand, preparing to ride it out. No dice. Despite his claws allowing him to anchor deeper than a human, the force of the water simply swept him away.

General Kauruk, however, had a somewhat easier time. While he wasn't any larger than a horse, the Cerosian dragon's aerodynamics translated well into a hydrosphere (being a quadruped didn't hurt either stability-wise), allowing the Summoner to pierce the wave's base. Though the water tugged at him regardless as it rushed about his body, pulling especially against the silver-blue interior membranes of his wings, he weathered the wash well, by its passing now completely free of sand. At this point, a keen observer might've noted that the color discrepancy of his throat plates extended onto his chest, as well as that a few of the normally silver-blue spikes at the base of his neck, just between the shoulders, also carried a much more metallic-silver hue than the rest.

Dripping-wet now, the first thing he did was shake like a dog. Then he took in the situation, and it didn't look good. Many people had been swept inland, likely rammed into something solid, like a building, rock, or lantern pole. But those he wasn't too worried about. The local Healers would be able to reach them. The ones the backwash had sucked into the sea, however, were not so fortunate. They were the ones who needed help. So the Summoner did what he did. He summoned.

The pale-orange eye of the Oblivion Gate opened with a crack of thunder, the swirling, blood-red mists that rimmed it outlining an oval roughly six meters tall and three wide, its base hovering mere centimeters in the air. Kauruk didn't have time to synchronize it with the local spheres, so he just took what he could get quickest, calling a flight of three lesser demons from Cerosia. A little smaller than a human, winged, and tailing sapphire-blue auras, the General's henchmen needed no vocal command to know his orders and headed right for the nearest people struggling in the water.

Unfortunately, the General didn't even think to consider how said people would respond to that, for he knew the demons' intent. Thus he directed his attention toward the root of this disaster, and broke into a run toward the general area where the whale had fallen...

The centipede let go of the Whale as it crashed, and fell into the water.

"Big freakin' deal. It's water." The centipede grumbled as it casually started propeling itself back to the beach with synchronized leg-strokes. While most centipedes didn't agree with water very well, this one could apparently swim. Not only that, but it rode the waves and tide gracefully and without much hassle, given that it was so small, and that he was just on the surface of the water, its churning fury just didn't really affect him. He didn't even need to worry about absorbing oxygen, due to unforseen assistance.

It washed up onto shore and headed for its "ride," the man that he had been using as a vehicle. It had been further dragged about the beach by all the tidal attacks.

"And, of course, there's water inside it." The centipede sighed.

"EEEEK!" A lady not too far away pointed at him and shrieked. "GIANT BUG! SOMEBODY KILL IT!"

"Perhaps it's not as bad a day as I thought," Kip idly wondered as he swam through the water.

At one point, he popped out of the back of a crashing wave, only to land on soft sand behind it. Sometimes that happened in nature, with waves that have so much drag and velocity, they leave a bare sandbar behind for the briefest moment. However, this was not the case, and the brief moment was extended far longer than should have been possible.

With a sudden depressing sigh, he realized he was right back where he'd started: slapped right back onto his soaked beach towel, no less.

"Kip!" he heard Cathryn next to him, "Why is that whale attacking the beach!?"

"I don't know," he muttered, "But swimming for it is for the birds..."

His eyes glinted again and he was in the air. Now, flying overhead, he let his powers flow out and encompass his form. A bright energy radiated from him and it felt like the air about him was hardening.

"Alright," he grunted as he locked onto the shape of Krill Killer, "Let's see how you like laser beam eyes!"

His eyes flashed again and twin beams of energy lanced out after the disturbed whale.

Being a highly advanced robot intelligence, M221 was capable of many things. One of those things however, was not surprise. To clarify, the result of its attack was just unexpected. Quickly, the Antinomy Avenger recalculated the force projection plan.

Noticing the assistance from fellow heroes, M221 saluted the sword bearing warrior and the man with the laser beam eyes before turning back to Killer Krill.

"Now that you have felt the might of the convictions of Paragon's heroes, perhaps you would like to turn away from the path of injustice and evil? Surrender the ways of evil and terror!"

A sudden shriek of terror caught Kauruk's attention, the claws of his paws digging into the sand as he tried to stop then and there, but found his momentum just a bit of a hindrance. He still stopped though, and just in time to spot a Kheldian raise an arm toward a Klackeradomm, the General's left eye assessing both registries posthaste. Unfortunately, he didn't get time to dwell on it, the sudden warning of a building gravitic disturbance in the Kheldian's arm shifting his reaction to instinct base. The warp module immediately began its calculation.

Still, he knew it wouldn't be done in time. He needed to do something else, and he needed to do it quick. Since he couldn't get over there this instant, he did the next-best thing: he threw something that traveled instantaneously.

A spatial warp clasped shut about the large centipede, deflecting the man's attack from its intended target, a sphere of rippling air that now protected him the only other visible effect. Well, until Kauruk made the jump, that was.

The Summoner warped in before the man from one instant to another, the air about him seeming to become a distorting lens for a few moments as the side-effects of the short-range jump dissipated. Whether or not this was a good thing, however, remained to be seen, as the rather displeased-looking General now glared at the Kheldian with forceful, narrowed eyes. After all, as far as he knew, the man had just frightened a human woman, then attacked another beach patron, which could only mean that he was some villain in league with the whale that had been attacking the very same people...

Snap's continued protests were drowned by another wave as a robot, a centipede, and a guy with a couple of swords attacked the whale. As she crawled up the beach, coughing up water, she looked around to find out what other havoc had been wrought by the whale.

As she finally caught her breath, she began to wander around the beach, silently healing those who had been knocked unconscious or otherwise injured. She didn't bother to stop to talk-as each person was taken care of, she simply moved on to the next, seeming preoccupied as she worked. She found herself near an interesting sight-a human, a lizard man of some kind, and the centipede were obviously involved in some kind of confrontation, while a woman nearby screamed at the centipede.

She sighed and walked over to the woman. "Excuse me? Miss? Hello? Yeah, down here. That bug's not hurting anything, you might wanna just walk away."

Far out at sea swam a hero from an alternate world where intelligent life was not restricted to the lands. The telekinetic, blue skinned woman named Claire Buoyant used her talent to streak through the water in her armoured surface life support suit, leaving a cloud of bubbles in her wake. The ocean being so quiet was disconcerting to her anyway, she was used to leeching off the senses of people around her to see in the murky depths, without that help it was actually quite frightening down there.

The psychic blasts led her to the problematic whale, hard to miss when they tore up such large holes in her sensory feedback with every wave. Ceasing the panic of drowning people were her first concern and swimming parallel to the shore she sent out waves of force, the tide of the water being beaten out by a counter force and pushing everyone gently to shore while keeping them just on the surface of the water no matter how much the thrashed.

Twisting in the water, Claire propels herself towards the surface and bursts out into the air, invisible bands of telekinetic energy keeping her afloat as she takes in the scene. Claire could only speak to animals so far with her rather weak telepathy, but a psychic Whale was likely an easy enough task. Holding a hand over her mouth she projects a wave of deep rumbling wails into the whales mind, before pausing to silently work out what she had really just said. Something about kelp... .she was rusty on her whale. Trying a different tact she hopes that it knows American, she was a bit better at that. "Hello! You are having terrible day? Perhaps you could be the one who will tell me about it?"

Only a bit.