Private Finished West Coast Represent

Jessica was having a great time helping Katie learn to surf, pointing out the best small wave to try it out on and giving more advice

Then she felt something brush against her leg. Not that weird, really--she assumed it was just some seaweed or whatever. But then she felt a sharp pain run along her right calf. She looked down as blood started to pool around her legs.

"Katie! Out of the water!" she immediately shouted. "Something's in the water! Out out out!"

She grabbed the board and swam both of them to shore, despite her injured leg. Yeah, it hurt, but not really in the same way it would have hurt if she were still human.

When they reached the shore, Jessica was limping a bit before she sat down in the sand to look at the nasty gash that travelled from the back of her knee and down to her ankle.

"Ew," she said, before looking out at the ocean and squinting. "The fuck out there caused this?"

Jessica was distracted, looking out at the ocean in an attempt to figure out what had cut her--but she couldn't see anything. Then when she realized Katie was trying to use healing magic on her, she suddenly yelled out: "Wait, Katie, no no no--!"

But it was too late. Rather than healing Jessica's wound, Katie's healing magic began to melt her skin. It was like Jessica was made of wax, her skin melting to muscle, and then to bone in no time at all.

Jessica frowned at her exposed bones, from knee to foot. Then she glanced up with a sheepish smile at Katie, to make it clear she was not angry at her.

"Um, so, healing magic...it doesn't really work on me..."

"Hey hey hey, you're okay..." Jessica reached over and firmly placed her hand on Katie's shoulder, trying to shake her out of her horror.

"You didn't know, and that's on me! Because I don't like telling people that I'm--" she hesitated a moment and then sighed. "I'm basically undead. Kinda. I'm a reaper. That's how I ended up here."

Jessica shifted over and stood to her feet. "Look, see? It doesn't even hurt and it'll regenerate in a while. At worst, I'm just gonna be walking funny for a bit." She grinned, trying to lighten up the mood.

Jessica was relieved as Katie calmed down. She didn't really like people worrying so much over her, nor did she want Katie feeling guilty.

"Yeah, I guess it's sort of like the grim reaper..." she murmured. "I kinda died, and then came back, and it's just a whole thing...."

She trailed off, clearly not wanting to say anything more than that. She limped over to where they had left their stuff on the beach and grabbed her purse, pulling out a foldup cane from inside. It had a leopard print pattern.

"Pfft, right?" She said with a grin. "Good thing I am always prepared and stylish."

She looked back over to the ocean again, squinting her eyes. "Whatever the hell got me, I feel like I should maybe report it to someone? I guess..."

Jessica leaned her weight against her cane with a sigh, before looking back to Katie. "Hey, would you mind helping me back home? I'm gonna be kinda slow-moving...but hey, we could chill at my place if you'd like. Maybe watch a movie or something?"

Jessica couldn't help but giggle a bit when Katie picked up the surfboard and was clearly expecting it to be lighter.

"You can just put it in here, actually," she said before opening up her purse and holding it out to Katie. The purse was tiny, but the surfboard would go right in regardless.

"Yeah, I guess calling non-emergency would work. We can give them a call when we get to my place."

She then pulled her purse over her shoulder and stuck her cane into the sand.

"Okay, so, the sand is the tricky part so I'm just gonna grab your shoulder for a bit," she explained as she rested her free hand against Katie. "After that, it's no biggie."