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It was still spring. The days were only starting to get long, and the temperature had a way to go to find its highs. The ocean itself was not so much affected, a massive tank of nearly unchanging temperature, but who wanted to hang out by the beach when it was hardly sunny and hardly summer?

Impatient and opportunistic people, that's who. Fleur and Délise have no interest being as pasty white as their albino brother, and when one lived in Québec for most of their lives it was time to take the opportunity to enjoy some vitamin D.

“Going swimming this time, Délise?” Fleur stretched her arms and legs, standing on top of the sand and letting the tide roll against her feet. She shivered each time it reached her, enjoying the coolness.

Délise, on the other hand, had more interest in examining the sky. Any clouds? Nope. Good time to sit down and tan. So while Fleur enjoyed her one-piece suit, Délise enjoyed her bikini. She didn't doubt Fleur would want to roughhouse a little bit in the water, being the energetic, up and personal girl she was. She didn't want to lose her top to the riptide.

Throwing down a blanket, Délise gave her answer. “You have fun. I'll lie down here and be your lifeguard.” She smirked, pulling out her sunscreen from her bag.

“Ugh.” Fleur removed her hairband and shook her hair out of its ponytail, letting her long strands of auburn hair tumble to her waist. “There's hardly anyone even here at the moment. Who do you expect to impress?”

“Sis, beauty is more about looking good for others. It's about looking good for yourself.”
 

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It never occurred to Orion that people would want to lay out under the sun for extended periods of time for the express purpose of mildly baking themselves and their skin. The process seemed needlessly inefficient when it was simple enough to generate ultraviolet rays artificially for the purpose of darkening the skin. Plus it was unreliable given weather patterns AND it neglected the fact that one could not achieve a darkening of ALL the skin due to the presence of so-called public decency laws. The latter was something Orion had find out for himself when he first arrived and had no clothes of own besides what a few new friends had given him.

There was also the fact that Orion had a nice chocolate complexion already, and tanning never even entered his head before. But when it did, he had to find out more about it, and the girl's motivation for it.

"And you would say that increased production of melanin is vital to looking good?"

A practiced roller--for some reason--Orion had expertly, silently rolled along the sand until he lay next to Delise, looking upwards to the sky and holding his metal hand up to record her response.

"How would you respond to those who prefer less melanin?"

As always, Orion had very little concept or qualms with just jumping into other people's business and start asking them questions like he had been there the entire time. His tireless search for answers to his curiosity knew no bounds. When he spotted the girls set up shop near his (cloaked) home on the beach, he had immediately jumped out to try and hear their conversation and get in on it. He nearly didn't have enough patience to get dressed, leaving him in what amounted to unbuttoned pants and little else. He had his metal glove-hand though, as always, making him look like a futuristic Power Glove enthusiast.
 

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Neither of the girls noticed him until he rolled into view. Délise, being right next to him, evidently had the most obvious reaction to his sudden arrival. She hated surprises. Surprises meant she was unprepared for what might happen, and that meant she couldn't respond just the right way. It made her appear, for lack of a better word, young.

Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to Orion's. She couldn't decide whether to welcome a delicious torso or chastise the man possessing it. “Wh-What are-” She looked away, face heating up. She just about wanted to scream.

Fleur, on the other hand, exploded with laughter. “You've scared my sister! That's a first!” Fleur liked him that much, already. “So why is it, Délise? What's the need for melanin?”

Délise was no ordinary human either, however. She had an otherworldly presence to herself, and she knew how to take control very quickly. She just needed to assess everything. Literally everything. The Tenebres were good at that, and by God she would be the best Tenebre.

He was really formal, and postured oddly. His pants were unbuttoned, but he was wearing a metal glove. So in conclusion – he was weird. Handsome, but weird. Best to figure him out a little more.

Délise rolled back around on her towel, returning to her calm and smiling face. She drew a hand down along the side of her body, showcasing her curvature to Orion. First check – see if he was even interested, or just really, really weird.

“If I don't get some melanin, I will look pale and sickly. A little bit of sun-kissed skin is never a disadvantage.”

Fleur rolled her eyes. If she lied around like some dead animal, she'd just get fat. So much for looking pretty. “Cool glove, sir. What's it do?” Fleur was, evidently, more interested in his gadgetry than abs or the darkness of skin.

“My name's Fleur. This is my sister, Délise.”

Délise smiled again at the man, though still very much cautious.
 

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At first it seemed that Delise's test of "interest" had received exactly the kind of response she was looking for. The movement of her hand caught his eyes and they darted downward to watch. Besides his eyes, there was not a lot of other responses from him. His face remained fairly serious and he kept his metal hand up to continue recording.

Then his other hand came up, and it almost looked like he was going to touch her, tempted by the curve of her body and the tone of her voice. But then his hand fell onto his own body, and he replicated Delise's motion on his own body, still without any change in expression. In fact, his eyes came back up to look in her in the eyes the moment he stopped imitating her.

"Hm. Moderate melanin production for best results. Memo to self: Look into how I make so much as it is."

He beeped a button on his wrist, stopping the recording, then gave Delise's taut tummy a thank you pat.

"Thank you for the answer, miss Delise."

Either Orion had some grave illness of the legs or he just preferred rolling, because he rolled over the sand again to get nearer to Fleur and hold his gloved hand up in exhibition. It was a wonder how his pants stayed on, and that he seemed totally unfazed by the sand that must have been getting in it OR the gentle waves kissing the side of his head as he laid closer to the water. His smile seemed to come from his pride in his gadget.

"My glove has many functions, miss Fleur-not-Delise. As you saw, it can record audio, for research purposes of course. I've been slowly rebuilding the computing functions back into it after the crash, and it has some nice self defense capabilities too. OH! And it does this..."

He pressed a few more buttons on his wrist and held up his fingers as little beams of colored light came out like a laser show.

"Can't even remember why I made it do this... Oh! And local customs dictate I introduce myself too, right? I'm Orion. Orion Sevengill. I'm new here!"
 

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Délise heavily leaned to the 'weird' part of her assessment. Were it not for the fact she thought he absolutely was into her, she'd have reacted far more poorly to when she pat her stomach. Instead, she froze in place and held her breath until he was done. Fleur looked at them both with a mix of curiosity and amusement, especially with Délise's expression.

“You're welcome,” Délise said tentatively, rolling onto her stomach to cover herself up as much as she could. Plus, to expose her back. Admittedly, she was a little more resilient to the long term effects of the sunlight. Délise didn't age, which meant she wouldn't look like a prune in her later years. Plus, between so many other vices she plunged into her system, Délise realized quickly enough that her demonic possessor was quite apt at keeping Délise in top figure.

The conversation changed thankfully, as well as Orion's location. Fleur smiled when he rolled up to her, very much fearless and far more focused on examining the metal glove. It was a strange place to have a recording tool on his hand... but Orion explained there was more to it.

“Hello, Orion,” Fleur was still hung up on the crash, as was Délise. The girls looked at each other a brief moment. It wasn't anything like psychic twins, but they knew each other long enough to know when they had a similar expression.

“You mentioned a crash, Orion?” Délise wondered what he meant. She turned herself around to face the water, raising her head to face him. Her cleavage spilled out generously underneath her.

“Yeah, like, a plane crash? Are you some special air force agent or something?” Fleur took a closer look at the glove, trying to find any insignias. A glove that could perform self-defence, recording, and laser shows. Seemed too weird to be military at all. “No, you look too young for that,” Fleur tilted her head and smiled. She was all too curious, now.

“Welcome to the Manta Carlos Islands, regardless,” Délise smiled and welcomed him while her sister barraged him with questions. The succubus chuckled over Fleur's eagerness. Though in all fairness, Délise was no less curious.
 

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"Yes. Yes. I crashed here..."

Orion tapped a few buttons on his metal glove again, illuminating a small touch screen filled with an incomprehensible language.

"... About 15... 16 rotations ago. Days, I think is the word. And I'm gracious to be welcomed once more to the Island. Islands."

His little light show ended and he literally flipped up to his feet. For all of his apparent weirdness, Orion was not lacking in the physical ability department. His physique and nonchalant flipping were a testament to his fitness. Fortunately(?), his pants remained seated on his hips despite his movements. With him now standing, it was pretty evident that his clothes were just a little off in size, and he lacked shoes.

Once again, he began tapping away at the screen on his glove, but this time pointing his arm further down the beach towards something.

"You're too late to see thw wreckage. But I'm happy to announce that I've refitted my craft into a dwelling. From which I may safely learn more about this place."

Down the beach, the air flickered and then a large metallic object came into view. It almost looked like the front half of a large passenger craft on stilts, built right on the sand. Normally hidden from view, Orion's craft-turned-home would certainly be the source of many injuries once the beaches started filling up with people. Unless they were fine with him keeping it uncloaked.

"And I really do have a lot to learn here."

Whatever Orion was, or wherever he was from, it seemed he was not all that different from what he appeared to be: human. When he turned back to face the girls, his eyes momentarily gravitated back to Delise. But only for a moment, and he seemed almost entirely unaware of what he was looking at or why.
 

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Who the heck said rotations? What culture on Earth didn't have a word for 'day' to easily translate? Even Fleur, a little more easy going when it came to following people's stories, had to start questioning Orion's peculiar nature.

It wasn't until they had a glimpse of the metallic craft that their minds almost literally exploded into space. Was this guy, like, an astronaut? No way, no one had a shuttle that weird. But now it came down to trying to reconcile the obvious, but seemingly impossible answer.

Fleur was the first to say it, “Wait, so, Orion. You're like, not even from Earth?” She was smiling. That was awesome! A real live space dude! Life from other planets! “Where you are from? Why'd you come to Earth anyway!” Fleur didn't even know where to start. Wanted to know more about Earth? Fleur wanted to know about the galaxy! What was his culture like? Did they have women, too? Were they as hot as Orion was toned? Were they green?

Délise had a little more focus on Orion's... anatomy. Her eyes caught with Orion's for a moment, though it didn't look like he was staring quite at her eyes. Knowing he wasn't human at least made things feel a little easier. The uncanny valley was flipped upside down once she understood the context. On the other hand, she still had her own question.

“You look rather... human, for someone not from around here. Is that just a disguise?” Délise shifted a little. She hoped it was real, or as real as it got. Learning he was secretly some bug under all that would be disappointing, to say the least.
 

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“Wait, so, Orion. You're like, not even from Earth?”

"Well, I guess you could say that."

Orion seemed fairly nonplussed about the idea that he was an extraterrestrial, or about the idea that other people might find his origin fascinating. Sure, he was smiling and excited, but that seemed to be a result of emotional osmosis from Fleur

“Where you are from?"

"Not around here!"

His answers were getting strange, but his enthusiasm was no less diminished.

Why'd you come to Earth anyway!”

"I don't know!"

By that point, Orion was positively jumping with joyous energy while he gave uninformative answers to Fleur's questions. If it were not for Orion's previously strange actions establishing him as an odd young man, the girls would be forgiven if they took his answers as sarcastic. As it stood, they would just have to deal with him being a strange ball of energy.

Delise's question, however, halted his jumping for a moment as he stared back inquisitively.

"O-Of course I'm human! Is my cover not working?"

He grabbed the waist of his pants and began to tug and twist at it, threatening to wedgie himself at one point and then teasing to pull it off entirely immediately that. He was either getting something out of them, or he had little idea of how pants worked.

"Ahhhh... Yes. These covers only work with a top half to accompany it, yes? I must look like a right fool. Don't suppose either of you have a spare top to complete my cover?"
 

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Ugh man, he was being vague. Was Orion on a secret mission or something? What the heck did 'not from Earth' mean, if not quite literally not from Earth? Fleur crossed her arms and studied Orion again, trying to figure out what he was playing at. He seemed to be...almost...imitating her.

It was made even more apparent when he turned around to address Délise. He dropped one act, and turned to another. Délise watched Orion play with his pants, half-expecting (and half-hoping) he was about to slip right out of them. Fleur wondered the same (and half-dreading), until he thankfully gave up trying to operate his... pants.

“Uh, I think you're talking about the wrong kind of cover?” Fleur strarted to stretch her arms again, raising them far up into the air and then pulling them way back behind her head. The way her flexibility worked, she seemed to just about fold her arms completely in half.

Délise stood up off of her blanket, grabbing the towel underneath her and starting to whip the sand off of the bottom. “Fleur and I don't have any proper top halves for you. But if you want, try this.” She brushed her towel off some more and proceeded to wrap it over Orion's shoulders. She tied a knot around his neck, giving him a sort of towel-cape. She smiled, tugging the edges of the towel to run down his arms... though it was more of an excuse to give her hands a feel for his skin.

Fleur rolled her eyes.

“How's that for a cover?” Délise giggled.
 

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"It'll do quite well for now. Thanks!"

Orion tugged at the towel too, trying to get it to cover more of his chest, like a real shirt would. However it proved to be too small for that too, and his shoulders always popped it back open. The goofy smile on his face stayed right where it was, but his eyes flicked to Fleur just momentarily. There was almost a glint of suspicion in them. But it quickly faded when they turned back to Delise and her uncovered self.

"Covering yourself with matching covers seems so unnecessary. But I get in trouble otherwise."

A thought seemed to occur to him and he hurriedly switched his audio recorder back on his wrist computer thing.

"You two wouldn't happen to be students of the nearby Academy, would you?"

He pointed his wrist at Delise and Fleur, switching between them excitedly.

"If you are, I'd love to hear about your abilities! Maybe how they work. What they do. Oh! Maybe a demonstration?"
 
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