[Plot thread Here.]
For the past few days, Lelei had been missing in action from both the Academy and the police force. Only a few individuals from the school had any clue to his whereabouts, and the police only knew that he had suddenly put himself on temporary leave and could not be contracted for any jobs. There was little worry that he was in any danger, however. Lelei was a giant shark man and could handle himself whatever the circumstances, and people were a little grateful that he was no longer walking around and scaring the public by his presence. The few individuals that knew what was going on, though, would know that there was at least one thing to be nervous about: The so-called Deep One.
Lelei had left to return to his original home under the waves, called back an actual messenger of his own people, Analu. His exile had been temporarily lifted in the face of some looming threat that required his expertise. When he returned, just as he had predicted, he needed assistance. Whatever the threat was of this Deep One, it was not something he could do alone nor with just the aid of his own people.
Returning to the Academy and to Manta Carlos, he put out a missive to anyone that was willing to hear him. A great danger was approaching the island, and he needed anyone willing to help combat it to meet him at a specified beach on the south side of the island. He only hoped that some able-bodied people showed up.
In the meantime, Lelei waited on the shore, knee-deep in the water and looking out over the ocean. He had apparently reverted back to his native dress, which was to say he wore nothing. He was bereft of any kind of cloth, including the board shorts he typically wore casually. Instead he wore a pair of jade-colored gauntlets on his arms and several metal ringlets on his biceps. Now, without any pants to hide them, Lelei showed that he had a tableau of intricate tattoos covering his thighs. They were fierce and tribal-like, akin to the warrior tattoos of Polynesian people.
For the past few days, Lelei had been missing in action from both the Academy and the police force. Only a few individuals from the school had any clue to his whereabouts, and the police only knew that he had suddenly put himself on temporary leave and could not be contracted for any jobs. There was little worry that he was in any danger, however. Lelei was a giant shark man and could handle himself whatever the circumstances, and people were a little grateful that he was no longer walking around and scaring the public by his presence. The few individuals that knew what was going on, though, would know that there was at least one thing to be nervous about: The so-called Deep One.
Lelei had left to return to his original home under the waves, called back an actual messenger of his own people, Analu. His exile had been temporarily lifted in the face of some looming threat that required his expertise. When he returned, just as he had predicted, he needed assistance. Whatever the threat was of this Deep One, it was not something he could do alone nor with just the aid of his own people.
Returning to the Academy and to Manta Carlos, he put out a missive to anyone that was willing to hear him. A great danger was approaching the island, and he needed anyone willing to help combat it to meet him at a specified beach on the south side of the island. He only hoped that some able-bodied people showed up.
In the meantime, Lelei waited on the shore, knee-deep in the water and looking out over the ocean. He had apparently reverted back to his native dress, which was to say he wore nothing. He was bereft of any kind of cloth, including the board shorts he typically wore casually. Instead he wore a pair of jade-colored gauntlets on his arms and several metal ringlets on his biceps. Now, without any pants to hide them, Lelei showed that he had a tableau of intricate tattoos covering his thighs. They were fierce and tribal-like, akin to the warrior tattoos of Polynesian people.
