Epics of Noche 6, MoveCity

EON CH 13

BEACH VISIT.

1777, JULY 21st, THURSDAY 3:00 pm.

Noche sat on the beach, under a dark umbrella, wearing a black bikini, with sunglasses on, and sipping lemonade. Her drink floated in the air on a tiny whirlwind she had created and would fly up to her lips every time she took a sip. Next to her was a radio playing the latest pop song; it was growing on her.

Her view was locked on the ocean before her. Watching the waves come in and out was calming. Tranquil even. Adjacent to the towel she was sitting on was a basket with the lighthouse cloak and a sewing kit inside. She had repaired her favorite cloak as best she could, even though it wasn't perfect. Turns out Cherries's sewing lessons from long ago had paid off.

The salty breeze caused her hair to dance about as she adjusted herself on the soft sand. She turned her gaze to the street, which was packed with cars. When she first got here it caught her by surprise to see such a variety of vehicles. Cars, trucks, motorcycles, and all sorts of things. From rides brand new and shiny to looking like it came from a post-apocalypse wasteland. Though it shouldn't have surprised her with this being an actual city and all.

Point being the beach was crowded today. It wasn't just cars, but quite a few boats out on the ocean too. There was even a giant ball of yarn sitting on the sand nearby that someone had created for whatever reason.

Her gaze turned back down to her own body. She let out a sigh of relief as she glanced at her muscles. It was so good to have them back; especially her abs. The idea of being as skinny as she was when she joined Cross was too much for her.

She looked like some kind of super soldier or martial artist with her densely compacted, but still rather large muscles. Yet her form was still just a bit feminine, which she was ok with. Then her gaze lingered on the scars.

The most noticeable now was the black anchor across her chest. That burn scar covered pretty much her entire torso. Then there was the neck scar she had under her choker. She had been self-conscious about it since the moment she woke up in the Cross hospital.

Other than that, she had a pinhole in her left eye, both shoulders had golf ball-sized holes, and both biceps had an all-encompassing scar a few inches wide. There was the baseball-sized scar on her left hand and the bear trap scar she decided to keep from her training in the Neverafter forest.

These were the scars the blonde had decided to keep every time she resurrected in a new body. The scars that had the most impact on her life. She could erase them if she wanted to, but she wanted to keep them. They were remainders of who she was. Who she needed to be.

A beachball rolled up to her. Without thinking, Noche picked it up as a boy and a girl in their teens approached. She tossed it back to them with a gentle motion. They grabbed it, thanked her, and darted off.

Her eyes lingered on them for a moment before scanning the rest of the beach. It was pretty crowded today. Or maybe this was just a normal day and she hadn't seen what crowded really looked like here. People were playing, sleeping, swimming, talking, eating, making sand castles, volleyball, flying, and doing more.

Noche focused on the games being played. For a moment she considered going to join one, but then the thought of losing and taking things too far popped into her mind. It was probably better she got invested in something for now. She was still sore about her fight with Tak.