[action] Top of the world, looking down on creation...

[neverforgets]

[ On one section of the beach, about twenty feet from where the sand gives way to jungle, someone has planted a giant mallet head into the sand. A bright, red scarf is tied to the handle. The handle sticks straight up--

And up--

And up--

And up into the sky. If you're good at estimating height, you might guess it's two hundred feet up above the ground. And at the very top, you can see the shape of a person up there. ]

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[everwalking]

[yeah, he recognizes that tiny figure in the air, and after a disoriented moment -- he wasn't sure anyone would be with him when he woke up alone in the shade of a tree by the beach; he didn't see anyone on his trek down the shoreline -- he lifts hands to cup around his mouth] Over here! Lavi!

[sublimating]

[when Bruce sees the tentpole propping up the tiny figure, he thinks to himself -- that's a suspicious sight. that's got to be someone who brought them here. who organized all this. who's responsible for them being here. keeping watch on them from hidden high above, maybe]

[that makes him angry]

[but he's just going to keep calm and take a light run to find whatever's at the base, and maybe kick it a little spitefully. take the edge off with some good old-fashioned pettiness]

[maidenlysense]

[of all the things Petunia expected to find, she is certainly not prepared for this. for anything really, but much less for the upside down hammer and the person...?? in the sky. was it really a person? Is it possible for a person to get that high up just by clinging to the handle of a giant mallet?]

[was it an angel]

[maybe this whole thing was a mirage. that would make sense. Petunia edges towards the hammer and slowly reaches out to poke it.]

...It's real. [it's....real???]

[cleanedslate]

[ he's good at estimating height. and interested. he circles the pole once, head tilted back, then looks at the base.

it's like a giant... what are those things called? you hit the little balls through the arches.

hmm.

he kneels down, runs a finger lightly up the handle. ]

[scealu]

[ illyria approaches the enormous weapon with less caution than might be advisable. peering upward, she figures it might be tactically smart to remove any threats early on.

she's not sure she possesses the strength to push it over, but it's worth a try... ]

[confiscate]

[ She has no idea how he did it (some sort of shifting molecular base, perhaps?) but Gwen has to admit, it's a good idea. ]

Excuse me, hey! [ Sounding as polite as she can for someone having to shout, Gwen waves to try and get his attention. ]