Beach Bum Boogie

It was the oddest thing really, though most mortals where likely to wave it off as a bunch of rich excentrics throwing a costume party of a sort. Most of the beach had been penned off. A few fascilities and tents had been errected and a sign had been planted at the very entrance of the beach. It read: 'angels and demons' only.

Had to be some sort of weird costume party right? I mean who ever heared of demons and angels having a jolly old party together rather then ripping eachothers throats out?.

Well there had been peace between the two races for a while now. An uneasy peace. It just so happened that few nutcases from both races had come up with this 'brilliant' idea to get the two races to mingle more and alliviate some of the existing tension.

Queue nutcase numero uno;

The feline was wearing a bikini, flipflops and sunglasses but her white feathery wings and halo where on full display today where she normally kept them hidden unless she was dealing with flood. She quite happily sauntered down the beach, talking here and there before making her way to one of the barbeques for food and more conversation, smishing her lightning bolt shaped, crooked tail contently.

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Active characters:

Name: Holly Celestar
Gender: Female
Age: near 4000
species: Mobian Feline of unknown origin
sub species: Angel
Notable Achievements:
- Faught in and survived 2 demon vs angel wars
- Used to be the angel queen for a short period of time (about 200 years, yay switching monarchs a lot)
- Failed her task as guardian angel to a mortal that would have been rather important in terms of world history if he hadn't, you know, died. Was punished to live on the mortal plane for it (not exactly an achievement she's proud of but the one most people have the nasty habit of bringin up the most)
Player: Lady-Tragedy

Name: Pavor
Gender: Male
Age: 320
species: Hedgehog
sub species: Demon
Notable Achievements:
-
Isn't known for anything he did but is pretty memorable for being
anoyyoing and able to push every bodies buttons without saying a word.
Player: Uncanny-Illustrator

Name: Bafalaut
Gender: Male
Age: He forgets, but roughly over his ten thousands.
Species: Goat-like, though not exactly of the species
Sub species: Demon
Notable Achievements:
-He's the representative of Sheol, the business-esque section of the Underworld.
-Despite being incredibly large and well built, he's never fought in any of the wars.
-Has a lot of children. A lot.
To the point where he doesn't actually know how many he has. Then
again, when you're as old as he is, you do tend to get busy throughout
the thousand of years. Gueton is his latest child.
-Not an achievement, but he's only been to the Surface once. He considers it more hell up there than it is down there.
Player: Ultimate Tank

Name: Gueton Versil
Gender: Male
Age: 92
Species: Goat
Sub species: Demon
Notable Achievements:
-He's kind of young and new to this demon business, so he hasn't done anything of worth. Then again, he does do a lot of work for his father when the lazy fart is away for events.
Player: Ultimate Tank

Name: Pavor
Gender: Male
Age: 320
species: Hedgehog
sub species: Demon
Notable Achievements:
- Isn't known for anything he did but is pretty memorable for being anoyyoing and able to push every bodies buttons without saying a word.
Player: Uncanny-Illustrator

Name: Bafalaut
Gender: Male
Age: He forgets, but roughly over his ten thousands.
Species: Goat-like, though not exactly of the species
Sub species: Demon
Notable Achievements:
-He's the representative of Sheol, the business-esque section of the Underworld.
-Despite being incredibly large and well built, he's never fought in any of the wars.
-Has a lot of children. A lot. To the point where he doesn't actually know how many he has. Then again, when you're as old as he is, you do tend to get busy throughout the thousand of years. Gueton is his latest child.
-Not an achievement, but he's only been to the Surface once. He considers it more hell up there than it is down there.
Player: Ultimate Tank

Name: Gueton Versil
Gender: Male
Age: 92
Species: Goat
Sub species: Demon
Notable Achievements:
-He's kind of young and new to this demon business, so he hasn't done anything of worth. Then again, he does do a lot of work for his father when the lazy fart is away for events.
Player: Ultimate Tank

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Nutcase number two didn't really expect the party to be on the Surface. He likes parties, oh yes he loved them, but in the area he felt uncomfortable about? Honestly he just wanted one big have party in his office, but that was quickly cut down when too many people realised there wouldn't be enough room for both angels and demons. He could have made room! Just push the tables, the chairs and desk into the other room! ...And them clear out those rooms!

But surface, surface, fine fine. He's go along with it, because like hell (and pardon the pun) that he was going to miss something like this! It'd give him a chance to finally have a decent time with those winged rivals other than 'rargh I am better than you we fight you now rawr rawrgh'. About time they got together had decided to realise what fun was.

So Bafalaut was now lying on an teeny-weeny deck chair. The chair itself wasn't small, but he was large, and thus this was very very awkward. There always seemed to be this problem - nothing but normal-sized chairs. And this black-furred glowing red-eyed muscular (though he seemed to be losing those muscles these days) behemoth of a demon, who was easily the size of three stacked mobians, was rather unhappy that there wasn't anything his size.

Those piercing red eyes were covered by pretty snazzy sunglasses, and his suit had been replaced with beach wear. That suit was starting to itch anywa-

Snap.

Aaand down he went, the deck chair collapsing under his weight. Nope, nothing happened. Just keep whistling and no-one would realise this was the second one he broke today. Perhaps he should just stop trying to relax on the chair, and stick to the sand. Yes. Sand. Surface sand. Which was... surprisingly nice and warm. In fact, he'd been really surprised when he had a look around for the first time. He expected ruins, no sun, and a lot of screaming and blood due to the soul files he'd been receiving. Nope, all was calm. So why were so many people dying?

Ah well this was not the time for that, especially since he caught a whiff of the barbecue. Ooooh that was some good food. Standing with a stretch (while dusting the remains of the chair under another deck chair, don't tell anyone), he strolled over to that specific area, rubbing his claw-like hands together in delicious anticipation while occasionally giving a wave to any feathery party-goers he happened to come across. This was a good day.

...

And surprisingly, Gueton was also able to attend this event! Usually when things happened like this, he'd be stuck at home doing his father's job - filing souls into the different deserved sections of the Underworld. But, gasp, Bafalaut had picked on another one his unknown-number children to do his work for him! So yes, Gueton was at a party and the purple-furred goat was clearly enjoying himself.

Demons and angels could lounge about freely, yet he still wore his crown to keep his mobian appearance. He was just so used to it, so used to the pale purple fair, the light colour scheme, looking normal in comparison to others. It just made him feel comfortable, even in this situation where everyone was flouncing about their race. Though not dressing smartly and wandering about in swimming trunks was the exact opposite of comfortable. He missed his cravat.

So the goat demon, and he was probably the youngest here (joy), was chatting about. He was always the chatty type, like his father. Hot dog in hand, and occasionally biting at it in between conversations, he was relaxed. Who knew a clash between two rival races could be so... so... at ease?

Now there was one thing he loved and that were parties! His appearance well giving away that fact. His black and white fur decorated with glowing neon light blue markings. Though the only downside well being that it was day and thus making it somewhat hard to see that glow. Non the less Pavor was amused. His glowing pinkish and orange like eyes scanning the area.

He had to be honest, he had never actually seen this much demons and angels gathered in a single place. At least not counting when the younger ones were fighting for no particular reason. Since hey, why fight the opposite when you might as well tease everybody!

Though teasing could wait. The hedgehog would just observe all the eye goodies around for now. Men with bare chests and their swimming ware and ladies in bikinis. What could somebody ask for more?

With a slight adjustment to his rather short swimming trunks he started walking. The ever so slight hint of glow seeping through the rear end of the trunks. And that was when Pavor's eyes settled on a familiar face. With a few quick skips he was well up and behind Gueton. Waiting just a moment or two before poking the goat's butt as a grin curled on the hedgehog's lips.

Snap!

It took her all her will and discipline not to laugh. She'd heared that sound before but it wouldn't do to laugh at the poor giant of a demon who had just snapped his second lounge chair that day. But you'd have thought that he'd not tried again after the first time he'd snapped it.

She kept her poker face on even as he approached the barbeque and its meaty delights. She poked at a few sausages, turning them to prevent them from burning, putting it on a bun to turn them into a hotdog. She practicly collided with the collosus of a demon as she turned to fetch herself some sauce, looking up at him a bit startled.

"Well for someone your size you certainly know how to move stealthily. why you near gave me a heart attack "she teased.

"Chairs are tiny and I am... not. It is the worst thing," Bafalaut replied with a huff, gently prodding a sausage on the barbecue. It got stuck in his clawed fingers. ...Who needs a fork? Nibbling on it as he spoke, he couldn't help but it'd taste better with bread. Ah well, what can you do? "You'd think they'd make them a little more sturdy too!" Over-dramatic sigh. "Anyway, how're you?"

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Surprised. And startled. And he may have ended up jumping slightly. The son of the large demon, though certainly didn't look it, clearly didn't expect such a prod against his rear. Pausing in speaking mid-sentence to a little group of party-goers, he ever so slowly turned his head around to view the beastly bottom booper.

He was less surprised that it was the walking rave party, but was more surprised he was here to begin with. "You're a demon?" he asked with an arched brow as his long tail gave a little flick. Let's just ignore that uncomfortable fact that he was poked in the rear. Yes. Pushing that to one side. "It's hard to tell these days..."