Not exactly catch of the day

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Brisk wind flecked with grains of sand and droplets of icy morning water whisked over the massive figure huddled inside of a tent that looked like it did not belong in this century. Little more than a box of wool cloth held up by carefully arranged ropes and heavy poles of wood, it stood stalwart against the coastal winds. A few feet away a fire was burning inside of a coffee tin, buried half way into the sand. Inside of the tent, a man, no, bigger than a man, a mountain, sat beneath a thick cloak. To his right was a tackle box, to his left was a small standing table topped off with a plate of sandwiches.

A massive set of fingers wrapped around a sandwich. The man beneath the cloak had to be at least seven feet tall, if not more. His body was so densely muscled he could easily have weighed for hundred pounds. He took a bite of the sandwich and leaned back into the reinforced folding chair. It creaked a bit under his weight. He let out a gasp, nearly dropping the fishing rod in his right hand.

"Brisket? Gods above, Hilda, you are such a good daughter." His voice shook, a tear in his glacier blue eyes.

Zera was a doting, albeit oversensitive, father. He was very much the opposite of what one imagined when they thought of the personification of conflict. And yet, here he was, the man born to be the next god of war and strategy, a Demigod of wisdom. He was fishing for his lunch.

There was a tug and Zera almost lost his grip again. He made several 'hup' 'hup' sounds as he struggled to regain control over his instrument. After a moment he began to reel, tugging and twisting and flicking to lure the fish closer.

"Oh... I got you now..." He said, grinning, oblivious to the world around him.
 

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While the Beach didn't really appeal to Victor that well, what with the sand being a bother and the cold water...

Anyway, he didn't want to be there, but he was doing his before-school walk/run. It had become a habit since he was 12, as it became the only exercise the hermit would have done. So here he was, in his casual clothes, running around the island. Afterward, he would rewind time on his clothes, removing any marks, smells or stains. Technically, they haven't aged at all since he first bought them.

He heard the crackling of a fire, thanks to his pyromaniac roommate making him more sensitive to the sound than he would have wanted. Victor turned towards the sound, and seeing what was there, was amazed he didn't notice it earlier.

A giant of a man was fishing! Struggling too, judging from his actions, what was attached, a whale? He looked like he could have pulled up anything smaller than that without a sweat.

He had to see what was making the giant struggle so much. Putting Entropy at 0.1% so as to still see the moving line, and stepped onto the water, which had become as hard as a rock. He could still see the Behemoth through the clear-ish water.

Though Victor wasn't sure of the species, it had to be a shark of some sort. Definitely going to snap the line.

Since he didn't want to see the Giants work go to waste, he speeds up time a bit, not too much, only to about 20% of what it was initially. The water was now a bit more malleable, but would still support his weight.

He grabbed the fish and moved it a meter from the giant, and turned it upside down. It didn't seem much, but if he was right, when the pole was tugged at, the fish would be pulled into the air and would make the giants job much easier.

Running back to shore, he moved back to his place behind the giant and put Entropy back to 100%. Hopefully, the giant didn't notice anything.

Including the sandwich he had taken, and was happily eating.
 

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Raziel flew above the water, his silver scales reflecting in the water, he loved flying, he loved the feeling of the air blowing against him. He brought his wings down sending him upward.

He flew forward, as he approached the beach his nose twitched, he was picking up someone's scent. Once over the beach he hovered, his wings beated keeping him in place, his looked over the beach finally falling on a large man.

Moving quickly he zoomed over to near the giant and landed, giving thevlarge man friendly grin, giving him a view of his vampire fangs, "hello sir," he shifted to his more human form, "nice day."
 

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Zera was a very special kind of deity. Being of the domain of conflict he had a certain level of situational awareness. So when the large fish abruptly flew into the air without a single twinge of tension on his line, Zera knew something was not entirely right. He rose to his feet, reaching out to catch the large fish in one arm. He sighed at it, tilting his head and placing it down on the ground before resting his hands on his hips. He did not turn around, instead he simply closed his eyes and took in a breath.

The thing about necromancers is that the good ones can sense life force easily, they can also get a good judge on what kind of person is behind the aura of life force. He saw a boy, no older than eighteen, with a scrawny body. He could not make out much beyond that he had gifts, as his life force was an aura of a different color.

"The challenge is part of the draw for fishing. Young man." Zera said calmly, before turning around and leveling his gaze on the youth. "Challenging a foe and defeating it with your own strength. Do you understand?" He asked, and scratched the back of his head. "Just do-"

A rush of wind and the beat of wings drew Zera's attention. It was far too early for this but he gave a pleasant smile. "It is quite the morning, yes." He gave a weak chuckle. "What brings you boys out here?"

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Thankful, that he wasn't seen eating the sandwich, he prepared to leave as he saw the Giant catch the fish. No reason for him to stay, he thought.

Then, the Giant spoke to him. He didn't turn around to see him, and Victor didn't make a sound, so how could he know that he was there?

At least he was called a "young man", not "boy", as most people would have assumed he was younger than the seventeen he was. he wasn't that small.

Not being a fisherman, Victor heard the lecture as something a ninja sensei, not unlike ones on tv, would say. Exactly how much had the guy experienced in his lifetime?

About to answer the Giant with how it was going to break the line, and that his effort was for nothing if he hadn't stepped in (or at least something similar), he was interupted by a large set of wings dropping a Boy onto the beach.

When he smiled, Victor saw what had to be fangs. A Vampire, in the daylight? Granted, it was very early, but still.
 

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He focused and shifted into his human form, he brushed some of his blonde hair out out of his eyes and grinned again, his fangs now gone, "I apologize if I'm interrupting something," he told both the giant and the boy who looked around his age.

He undid the coat he had tied around his his waist and slipped it on, he always flew shirtless because of the wings, "I was out for my morning fly, and thought I'd land and maybe have a nice chat." He was still new to the island, and was eager to meet new people.
 

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It looked like the young man was about to answer when the winged being shifted into a human form. The sudden change took Zera by surprise. He was familiar with polymorph spells and had performed more than one in his time, but they usually took a bit more effort than that. Obviously this was some sort of innate ability that the young man possessed. Zera sat back down in his lawn chair and reclined, reaching for his sandwiches. He paused, one was missing. He raised a brow at the first young man who came.

"Not interrupting a thing, I come out here in the morning to take a breath and fish. Teaching is an involved profession after all." Zera said, grabbing another sandwich and taking a bite of the deliciousness inside. The god of conflict and wisdom savored the flavor for a moment before looking up at the two of them.

"Bit early for two young men to be out, hardly past six." He said, checking his watch. He reached for his bag and drew a pair of mugs out. There was a strange sigil written on the side. He held them upside down for a moment before flipping them right-side up. "Coffee." He commanded just as the flip took place.

Suddenly, the cups filled with black liquid. The scent of fresh roasted coffee filled the air.

"Have a drink, mmf, stay a while." Zera offered between mouthfuls of bread and meat.

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