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BEACH BAD, BEACH BAD [OPEN]
To say Vader was out of his element was the understatement of the millennium. He'd taken refuge under a large umbrella and was seated in his his chair as though it were the Emperor's own throne. Under the pretense of meditating, he was keeping a three-foot radius of space around him sand-free.
His beach towel would stay immaculate until he got someone else's blood on it.
His beach towel would stay immaculate until he got someone else's blood on it.
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In response, Ava simply slaps her hair up into a ponytail and builds a fairly solid wall of air between herself and the mysterious breeze. If her wall just so happens to nudge some extra sand into Vader's sand-free space, well...
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Oh look, its started lapping at Ava's toes.
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... or she's decided to blame him anyway, which is much more likely.
"Oh, that's very mature!" Ava calls over to Vader, remaining resolutely on her towel. If staying in her spot meant she'd have to go for a swim rather than get a tan, so be it; Ava is not about to get out-stubborned by anyone.
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A toothy shark-like creature began to flop about in the shallow water surrounding Ava's towel. However could it have gotten there?
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She is not moving. She's hovering above the water at this point, but she hasn't moved from her spot yet. (She'll just look at this... incident... as good practice.)
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"Only one of us can win, and I intend for it to be me."