The Cherry, not so Cheery, Fishing Fiasco (Open)

Today, Beowulf found himself at Papaya Island's beach, indulging in some training for an upcoming tournament. This 25th Tenkaichi Budokai was a rare occasion to show off everything he had learned so far. The young man was far stronger than when he had just started his journey, but would need even greater strength to win the tournament. The limited arsenal of techniques he had acquired needed to be worked on, including his school's signature attack.

The Kaahumanu was the most powerful technique a Hare School martial artist would be able to muster. It was his secret weapon for the time being. One thing he had yet to do was part the ocean with the power of the wave, and today would be the day he accomplished just that. The young warrior stood atop a large boulder, in a stance which feature his hands cupped together against his side. A red orb of energy charged between his palms, it's power slowly growing to incredible heights. 

Beowulf would close his eyes, and push his two hands forward before finally shouting "Kaahumanu!" sending a red beam of energy streaking across the ocean and spreading the waves apart. He hadn't intended to hit any vessels in the process, but he was still working on the whole aiming part. Luckily he didn't see any ships around that could be damaged... Or did he.

"*Huff*... I think I finally mastered it. Heh, the Kaahumanu isn't so hard... After twenty-three attempts..." 

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PL: 12,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6

As mentioned in the Discord, we're not near Papaya Island. Since it has progressed the way it did, I'm gonna work with what we got.

Alaistair was only 2 minutes at his building, searching in the usual spots just to be certain. He wasn't sure if they fell and got kicked. He was busy last night! While he searched, the crew handled the usual business.

They got the ship set up to embark. At that point, they split up. Some rested, having been up far longer than others and others just choosing to slack, while most others went to take care of other things around the port, not too far from the ship since they knew Al would be back soon. The man declared First Mate for this voyage had a watch on him, tracking how long it'd been since Alaistair left.

As he watched it with piercing eyes, he noticed someone approach some of the crew slacking off. Brown hair, brown pants, and a white and blue jacket standing just about the boss's height. The crew member being addressed was one of the guys who'd been up most of the night, getting the ship prepped with the First Mate.

Garley was his name. He had faintly orange skin, 2 spiraled horns that had dents in them that sorta gave them the appeal of honey comb. Garley was a big man in his own right, not just in height but also in general size. He'd been wearing a blue long sleeve shirt clearly soaked by both the sea and his own sweat, a dark green pair of overalls, and probably brown boots that looked blackened from being soaked.

"Got ID on you, bud," he asked, disgruntled. They usually did background checks before people could even come on the island, the check in area being about a block and a half away from the ship here. The man was more than likely speaking the truth, but he wanted to be certain.

Meanwhile, Alaistair finally found the key and had been on his way over. He was high enough over the port he could see all sorts of people... And a clear red beam of energy rocketing towards his port! It looked as though it came from a far area. Alaistair bellowed down to everyone, as he sped towards the ground, "INCOMING ATTACK! GET DOWN!"

The beam had to have an intensive amount of force. Alaistair arrived just in time to feel the beam crashing into the port and pushing way past it; it was shaking the entire damn island! The moment was brief, and those who worked for Alaistair knew to immediately dive away, many going into the sea to avoid the attack. However, many of those visiting the island were put into a state of fear.

'What the hell just happened,' 'MY LEG,' and other cries of fear and pain were shouted. There were normally a few hundred people on this island at a time. Alaistair took no time to wait, sprinting towards where the beam went through. Getting to the trench it ripped up and looking down, Alaistair could see it plowed into a warehouse. Alaistair barked out, his voice continually booming for his men to hear, "Get the medical team here and help the injured! Let's go, move it!"

Alaistair, meanwhile, ran inside the warehouse that was hit. It was close to one of the artifact holders, but not it. Which was hit?

The crew member's request for identification was not an unfounded one, Lattei commonly found himself having to show his badge which is why he kept around his neck so he could simply fish it out of his jacket when needed. The aches and pains of not having to wear the uniform, he supposed. Showing off the badge, he sighed. Today was so slow.

Of course, to think such a thing would be the imminent downfall of the police officer as a flash of red and terror erupted all around. The floor shook and screams and yells filled the air as things became truly hectic. Well hey, it's a good thing he was already here. This would be getting reported a million times over by different people. Stashing his badge back away, he had to figure out what to do. These weren't his men, he couldn't simply order them to evacuate and follow protocols, he could really put a dent in what might be honest business. Luckily, he didn't have to, since their boss seemed to have things under control. Well, Lattei had nothing concrete claiming Alaistair was their boss just yet but a lot of circumstantial clues pointed to it. Watching him run into the warehouse, the detective decided he should probably follow suit.

Before rushing after him though, a different type of yelling caught his attention and stopped him in his tracks. He swore he knew that voice... but it was attached to an unfamiliarly large power-level! Whoever it was, they hadn't been slacking in their training that was for sure. Turning to see who it was, Lattei identified him as Beowulf, none other than a sparring partner of his that he'd duelled alongside in the past. Perfect, he could round up the big players and get this report finished ASAP and then help with the relief efforts.

"Oi! Beowulf! It's me, Lattei! Come down here, I gotta ask you some questions. Follow me and hopefully you can talk to the boss man." 

With that done, he entered the warehouse after the Oni hoping Beowulf would follow suit. Quickly fishing his badge out once more, he called out.

"Hey, sir. Do you mind answering some of my questions? I'll have the culprit of this explain things to you and you can decide what to do from there. I'm assuming you're the boss of this fine little crew, correct me if I'm wrong of course." It would be incredibly embarrassing if Alaistair wasn't the boss... Lattei was sick of making dumb mistakes like that.

Among all the chaos was thankfully one familiar face. It was just the face he needed to see too, Lattei. If anyone could get him out of this mess, it would be a police officer, and a detective at that. "Oh, Lattei, thank Kami it's you!" The young man would fly down next to his former tag and begin to explain "I-I didn't mean to blow the building up... Well, partially blow it up. I was training on Papaya island across the sea, and then I fired a blast that somehow managed to fly across the whole sea and strike the docks!" The young fighter looked both confused and distraught. Blowing the place up was never his intention and he did feel qiute bad for it...

He would, of course, pay for repairs under usual circumstance, but.... He didn't really have any zeni. Sure he had made some a while back after beating down on some bandits, but that had long since run out. He currently found himself in a debt without a way to pay... A dangerous situation indeed.

The guy who was apparently the owner or boss of the establishment didn't seem to be a very agreeable individual. "Look I'll start from the beginning. I was on Papaya Island training for an upcoming tournament, and then I accidently fired a blast in the direction of the docks with my ki. I didn't mean to hit you all... If you still need transportation I could maybe fly you guys across..."

He doubted that suggestion would be taken, but gave it nonetheless. 

"Oh, just a building," Alaistair spoke condescendingly, crossing his arms and flicking his tail forward, "A building being destroyed is perfectly fine. But, imagine for a moment, we're in reality..."

Alaistair slammed his tail on the ground, cracking the concrete underneath and leaving an indent, "Where people were HARMED because, and to tell you what you just said, you did not think your blast would reach all the way here from PAPAYA ISLAND!"

Beowulf spoke of repayment, as well as Lattei admitting to friendship with this man. Alaistair pointed at the officer, and indicated, "The punishment? Is that how you let things be run? Last I checked on that badge of yours, you're a represented of the Earth's Police! This matter is clearly not just a dispute between to the two of us! We have people injured and a man who fired a shot that caused an incredible amount of injury for..."

Alaistair paused, the man speaking about how he was training for the tournament at Papaya: The 25th Centennial Martial Arts Tournament. Alaistair laughed, putting his hand to his head!

"Training! Training he says," Alaistair uttered, confounded by the response, "You're telling me that this disaster was caused by your training for a damn martial arts tournament?!"


Alaistair was roiling with anger at this! He looked to Lattei, who brought up having questions for Alaistair. The Demon simply replied, "You get your questions after you do your job by arresting this man!"

To put it simply, Alaistair was not giving any room for negotiating with Beowulf. The damage committed was immense to his frontal reputation. His true reason for being angry was because it damaged his base in his realm and threatened the destruction of the relics he and his forces here had been gathering.

Beowulf

Lattei scratched his cheek. Alaistair was making a lot of good points. Was he simply apprehensive to the idea of taking Beowulf in because they were friends? Was he... failing the citizens of Earth? This job really never got easier. "The issue is... I truly believe Beowulf has no motive for destroying this place. It's completely out of character for this to be on purpose. Plus, Ki-related collateral damage is a real grey zone in law. I can enforce any fine you want my friend to pay but I doubt the precinct would accept me if I hauled him back to a cell. I'll write him up obviously but I can't arrest him." 
He sighed, unsure if what he said was really the correct way to handle this. Then again, he had to trust his instincts. No other detective could handle the decisions he does, not because he was special but merely because he actually wanted to try unlike his lackadaisical coworkers. Plus, if Beowulf's attack somehow brought him closer to finding what stunk about this place and these demons, that'd make this whole situation turn on its head. Maybe he was being too soft, too idealistic. But that was how he wanted to change the world, he would take the consequences and bear the burdens that came with his potentially ineffective path. He gave a weak smile when Beowulf at least tried to cheer him up and defend him. 

"You guys seem in an awful lot of a hurry, anyway. What's so important about this voyage, if you don't mind? I'm assuming your cargo is only fish, considering the name of your company. But I'm here to investigate. I can't help but have noticed you ran here before tending to anyone. I don't mean to drag your character through the mud of course, you did immediately take control of the situation and bark orders that would help these people but for someone so concerned about their well-being... what was more important than their lives? What's in this warehouse?"

He was really laying it on thick, he was unsure if it was even anything but he had to press the one thing he HAD noticed. It'd be a hell of an embarrassment if this went nowhere, he'd have just wasted everyone's time and further angered this potentially upstanding business owner. But he swore something was off. I mean, how rare are demons on Earth? And for them to start a... fishing company? He'd have to hear Alaistair's retorts to understand if something truly was up or if he was following a trail of nothing.

Please, turn into a lead! 

Beowulf would take a look around at the various injured people as the demon explained how he was the one who harmed them. This was bad, and starting to sound like he was going to receive some sort of legal penalty... In the meantime however he would rush to the aid of the people. He would disappear from sight, reappearing next to a man with an injured leg. He would then pick up the man and bring him to one of the crew's doctors. The white haired warrior would repeat this process a few times, slowly managing to clear the beach of inured while his officer friend did some investigation.

For such a small dock area, there were a large amount of bystanders near by. He felt pretty bad about what he had done earlier, but lacked the finances to repair anything, and hated the idea of jail time even more. He just hoped this demon guy didn't know many lawyers. "I'm so sorry sir, I wish you a speedy recovery... Do you need some help Ma'am, I am so sorry..." He would go on what was essentially an apology tour across the docks, trying to help as many people as possible.

As he did, he would need to think how to get out of this mess!