Building a Giant... Sandcastle? [Open][NR]

... Sand everywhere, just like home. It wasn't as hot as it had been back in Yokuchi, but that was alright. The constant 80 or so degrees during the day was more than enough to keep her warm and comfortable; having gotten so used to the desert's extreme temperatures to actually enjoy the heat more than the cold.

Once more, as she had done days previous since arriving here, she had positioned herself a good ways down the beach; towards a less favored area that the younger children and majority of the adults avoided. She had been testing herself, seeing what her limits were here, and how far she could take her abilities. So far she'd been more than surprised: exercises that would have likely caused her to pass out back at home from too much chakra usage - called Chi here - left her barely batting an eye.

But, she was persistent. There had to be some sort of limitation she would hit. Some sort of barrier. Right?

Currently she had created two large arms made entirely out of the sand of the beach, another miracle as she was used to only manipulation the sand she carried on her back in her gourd. The arms easily reached about twenty five feet in height, and were at least six to either feet across in width. They were currently locked together by their hands, and looked to be actually arm wrestling.

Emiko had positioned herself upon a platform of sand which she had manipulated into the air and was watching, arms folded across her chest, with a very amused look upon her face. She still had yet to change out of her usual outfit she wore when in Yokuchi into more 'modern' clothing, and therefore was wearing a black long sleeved netted top with another black top over to - this one handing off of her left shoulder completely. Black shorts covered her legs along with more netting, and finally her feet were snugly fit into black open toed sandals. She even wore her headband still, which was wrapped around the red fabric that wove around the gourd and than around her form, holding it into place. Yup, typical Emiko... if anyone knew the typical Emiko that is, dark circles around her eyes and short red hair and all.

Sand Manipulation:

She smiled softly, flying felt good... She had always wanted to feel what it felt like, how free it must've felt to the birds... It did feel good. It felt wonderful. Sighing softly, she angled herself towards the ground, decreasing her speed until she could land carefully.

User with this ability either is or can transform into an angel, a being connected and serving Higher Powers. Most commonly user simply manifests wings, inner glow and/or a halo manipulation, which is the usual form angels are imagined, but there are several kinds of angels who are far less humanoid, some ranging from strange to surreal.

For practical reasons angels can be divided into three groups defined by what they are formed from:

Angelic Physiology:

But then... A bit down the beach... She could see something that was not ordinary, at least, not to her eyes. Changing her path in the air she glided until she was about ten feet from the ground and a good twenty feet away from what she know saw as arms of sand that seemed to be wrestling, from the hands to the platform her eyes shifted up to see a red headed feminine figure standing with arms crossed on said platform, from this place, Himitsu could see that the figure had an amused smile on it's face beneath the darkness around the eyes... Then she landed, barely stirring the dust of the dry sand.

The person looked kinda strange, she was wearing a black, long sleeved net top, another black over shirt on that was without the right(?) sleeve, and hung off of the figure's left shoulder(sorry, I'm not sure if I'm describing this shirt right, forgive me), of her lower half the feminine figure was wearing black shorts, net stockings and black boots...

Himitsu stepped forward, she would walk around the hands and towards the person in a non-threatening manner. Well, this was her home... The person didn't seem to be doing anything wrong, so what would a conversation hurt? If she was attacked... Well, she had her magic and some speed, and whatever angel powers she could figure out...

"Hello~" She called out, her voice soft, but able to be heard over the windy beach. She stopped about six feet from the area that would be directly under the platform, never taking her eyes off of the lady floating above her.

Emiko had been a bit preoccupied with her task, noticeable since it took her a moment, right around the time the female got close to the fighting arms and then herself, for her to notice her. Gray eyes quickly shifted focus, even though the sand arms continued their wrestling match. She took in the female's appearance, instantly noticing distinct things that marked her for something other than human - the way she moved for one, and the fact that she wasn't fleeing in terror for the other: though there were probably some more floating around somewhere in her brain, but she wasn't worried about them. It was one of those things that had come in handy from her training in Yokuchi; noticing subtle differences that marked true shinobi for what they were; especially when they were acting undercover. It just happened to be a bit broader here - especially since she had yet to be able to tell who belonged to what race of species, at least not yet.

She hadn't met anyone so far, at least not anyone who didn't quickly back away once they got a good look at her, so she took the moment to smile in a friendly fashion and lower the sand platform to the ground quickly but gently. Her knees bent to absorb the impact, and the cork slowly snaked its way to only the tip, so that it would quickly fall out of the gourd if any trouble arose. The sands inside of the gourd were stirring like a waiting sandstorm, though the sound was mostly drowned out by the raging arms; the left currently attempting to pin down the right.

Her arms folded across her chest, but she otherwise kept the friendly smile on her face. "Hello there." What did people from this dimension talk about? She didn't know.. but, she figured she'd give it a long shot and a stab in the dark. "Do you live around here? I'm Emiko by the way, Emiko Sabure." At least she remembered to switch her name about: the last time she had started with her clan name first she had been called Sabure for over an hour - aggravating.

The hell is this??

Giant arms wrestling on the beach? Only he did things like that. Often he'd make big creatures out of sand or water and have them battle each other like something out of Godzilla or Power Rangers. Someone was stealing his thunder? Who else but Amaranth or Jr or maybe even that kid who hung around Amaranth all the time with the red thing over his eyes, Holeman? Who else could pull off moves like that?

This could be a threat or something, and lord knows that enough blood had been shed on the island as is. Ghost got out of the ocean of pillows in the middle of the tent that he often napped in; The tent on the beach that let him see in all directions from his position if he chose and stepped out into the sand wiping the boogers from his eyes. Ghost took to the air with his crimson cape flapping about, looking like some sort of weird hero. The Arms look like they were wrestling. It seemed harmless, but people were getting freaked out.

Ghost quickly approached the scene, resembling a red blur. He recognized Himitsu nearby; maybe she was coming to put a stop to this too? But he didn't recognize the girl controlling the arms. She looked like she hadn't been to sleep in weeks.

"My daughter runs this place, so I like to think i'm part of...security," he said, hovering with his arms folded. "That's a real cool trick you have there with the sand, but you're freaking out the tourists. I'm not trying to tell you how to use your stuff but i'd like to avoid a panic and a stampede. Could you tone it down some please?"

She took in every detail, how the girl smiled and lowered the platform, how she bent her knees a bit when the platform met the ground. She could hear dim noises of sand rattling about, but whether it was from the arms, the wind or something else, she couldn't exactly determine. "Yes, I do live here, I work under the boss of the island... I'm Ishikawa Himitsu, pleased to meet you Misses Emiko. Are you a tourist or are you looking to find a place to live here?" She let the question float in the air for a brief minute before continuing. The girl had a Japanese name, she could have easily been a tourist, but at the same time, Sunset Island had once been directly offshore from Japan, maybe the girl was a resident, or in town visiting a relative of sorts. She smiled in a friendly manner. "....That's a pretty awesome power you have, I don't have that good of a control of sand yet, but I'm working on it." Her tone was gentle and friendly, very docile sounding to say the least.

Sighing softly she retracted her wings into her back. Today she was wearing an open backed and sleeveless white dress that came to midway down her thigh, her legs were covered by black leggings, and on her feet she wore her normal knee high flat footed black boots. She was standing with her weight balanced mainly on her right leg, her right hip cocked with her arms down by her sides. Nothing about her was threatening, and so far Emiko didn't seem like she was going to attack her... Himitsu didn't lower her guard or let herself become distracted though, no, she was watching carefully, watching for some sort of give away that this person was about to launch an attack of sorts... Of course, this didn't mean she was staring a hole through the girl or glaring, she was simply observing and staying friendly. She felt a gust of wind as a new person appeared on the scene... She didn't remember meeting this guy, but he did say that Amaranth was his daughter, so that meant this man's name was Ghost... His dark hair was pushed back in a spiky way and his red cape billowed about him as he hovered over the ground. He told her to tone down her things due to it scaring tourists... And Himitsu mentally scolded herself for not saying that or even thinking about the other tourists for that matter. She would be better next time. She would be one of Amaranth's best one day... It was a personal goal for her.

"Hello Ghost." She said, greeting him, she didn't take her eyes from Emiko, but her head did dip just a fraction in acknowledgment.