[F20-PP] Three Bird

[Freyd 0]

"Did you forget what down means?"  barely a moment passed before white queen took black queen and upended the board to a very soaked checkmate.  What never crossed his mind, in a million years, was the idea of these two providing him a bird's-eye view to their spontaneous wet t-shirt contest.  "Uh..."  Repeating Nisa's finger gun maneuver from earlier, he gave them both a double barrel salute, mid torso.  "That water must be really cold."

One's a goddess.  One's a friend. One's a goddess.  One's a friend...

Deadpan, yet wide-eyed, Freyd's saucers swiveled freely in search of something - anything - to draw them somewhere else.  Old Freyd... Young Freyd?  The Freyd from long ago wouldn't have known he was supposed to be embarrassed, but his mantra wasn't going to hold.  Marriage to a fiery Irish lass had taught him some amazing lessons, including the penultimate peaks of the concept of temper.  She'd probably laugh if he retold this story, yet would somehow inevitably be in trouble for just having existed in this moment.

"How's it going fuzz ball? Land on your feet?"

About to turn and point at the descending staircase, his brain boggled again as Nisa winked blew him a kiss. All he could do was gaze at a re-drenched Sam cradling her busted instrument, his own eyes agog once more, asking... "Is she high or something?!  What's with all the flirt... oh.  Oh-ho-ho...boy." Proverbial pennies were dropping. "I can't decide if that's good or terrifying..."

helping Sam back out of the silvery pond, his curiosity got the better of him, despite knowing he really shouldn't leap down such rabbit holes.

"Which 'Shee'?!" Leaving him convinced Nisa was now playing for the Sam-Katoka club, and somehow digging shiny chicks.

[Nisahime 0]

The woman would fire those guns straight back at Freyd, as Sam turned her boots over and allowed a small lake to pour out of them. "I am way too old for you or modesty." Which was about the oddest damn thing to hear from a 5'6 woman wearing a pair of goggles and a cap. "Not so fast guys. They stole this, clearly they have zero idea what they have." The woman would continue to perk her lips and whistle. It wouldn't be until they all were out of the pond that ripples would start to wiggle along its surface without anyone inside. "Hah, I fucking knew it." Her eyes jerk to the pair and she gestures with a flamboyant point toward the water, right foot held up near her backside and all.

Rings bleed out from a space somewhere near the center, but slightly off to the northwestern side. Each time a tone is held, the ripples start to pop out from that point but stop the moment the sound does.

"What? Cold?" Looking down she was sporting flagpoles. "Oh that. Really?" she'd raise an eyebrow. Completely unbothered by the fact She'd turn herself to lean over the side of the pool of liquid, looking out to the source of the ripples. "Your turn metal man, an eye for an eye. Get in the bird bath unless you want more peep shows." She'd look to the dude with a very twisted smugness. A cut of Sam into view, holding an instrument. "Fine, gimme it you dweeb." Putting out a black fingerless glove with a flick of her fingers, palm up to accept her pile of wooden shrapnel.

[Sam 0]

Excitement ran through her system as she watches Nisa repair her bass. "That's so cool," watching the water ripples practically dance to the woman's whistle. Sam strums a note but nothing happens. "Hmm," listen to Nisa tell him to get into the water. Biting her bottom lip with a grin thinking. "If you get into the water then Nisa here will play us a song." Handing the fixed instrument toward the woman. "Besides I'm sorta wondering if you play this, if a tsunami will appear or something." Glancing to Freyd, "You can take the armor off if you feel like your gonna drown in 5 foot water." Sam knew that there was many things that Nisa could do, everything reacted differently to the woman too.

Sam started looking more carefully at the corner of this room. It truly was empty besides the pond that reacted to the fate. After a moment Sam finds a lever that was the same color as the walls, making it blend well together. "What does this do?" pulling it, the minute she does the entire floor vanishes from their feet. Falling about 20 feet down into a huge pool of water. This was deep but clear, a tunnel could be seen on the wall underneath. Gasping for air, looking up. "Crap," as she starts moving her arms to keep her afloat.

Edited 8 hours ago by Sam

[Freyd 0]

Something in the water.  The spot marked by sonar waves delivered by the shrilling cry of pursed lips as an unusual source of revelation.  Their guide's added taunts were overlooked as Whisper instincts kicked in.  Another puzzle to solve.  Anything to get away from the trajectory of their earlier conversation seemed a blessing.  Nisa's shamelessness would win out over all, he was certain.

"Huh... would you look at that." Freyd thought it wise to avoid disturbing the water any more than necessary. The ladies had already done their share with their playfighting, yet Nisa somehow still sensed whatever might lurk within. Mostly, he felt like she was baiting him, seeing if he'd bite and play along, but exploring the white haired witch's view of the world often proved enticing beyond practical reason.  It was so against his nature, and yet Freyd found himself wading in as slowly as he could manage.  Even through Sam's teasing and re-tuning of her damaged musical treasure, he dismissed his armor in favor of a dark blue haori and charcoal pants soon soaked through.  At least it made fewer waves.

"Who stole what?  The bird people?  From who?" Keen eyes scouring the surface and mirror world below, the constant ripples hindered as much as they helped.  Knowing where to go was one thing, but also made it impossible to see beneath the miniscule waves.  And then the bottom gave out on everything, dunking him a good twenty feet below.  Thank goodness he'd actually doffed the armor.

Emerging like the proverbial wet cat, Freyd's blazing blue eyes glared daggers as the bassist while seriously considering consigning her newly repaired guitar to the void.