[Macon Falcon]

Word had gotten out that there was something lurking the beaches at night. Or, rather, the word had reached Macon after a concerned patron paid him a visit. He seemed somewhat spooked, this elderly gentleman. Good man with a good head on his shoulders. Hobbyist fisherman, so he didn’t have trouble identifying what did or didn’t belong in the water. He said that he saw something troubling. A human sized figure emerging from the dark shadows in the waves, then disappearing from sight as soon as it was spotted. Like some sort of gill man from the movies. He didn’t believe it to be human, siting the fact that a human would need to come back up for air at some point, this thing didn’t. And it wasn’t just the one sighting, this was the second night.

Macon would assure his patron though. Stress can bring out the images we fear most, and perhaps he should return to day time fishing before this illusion of his takes over his life. The old man agreed and went on his way.

That wasn’t the end of it for Macon though. No, he didn’t quite believe in such monsters or creature stories, but he knew gifted to be mistaken for otherworldly creatures before. By the sound of it, this old man stumbled upon an aquatic gifted person. And if that were the case, Macon had a new field assignment to attend to.

Which is what brought Macon to the beach that night, though, more importantly to the edge of the empty boat launch dock. The moon rode high, glistening the otherwise black water. Macon had a bobber cast out into the sea, leaving his fishing pole at his side as he pensively investigated the water’s surface, sat upon his foldup fishing chair.

He was more than prepared for a big catch, anyone could tell that just by looking at him. With his rubber overalls and thick black sweater to match. More enticingly, a harpoon gun laid down at his right and a massive casting net behind him. Macon wasn’t taking his chances with a water based gifted, especially when he might be playing on their turf. In fact, he probably should have called his sister for backup, but all of this was just a hunch. It’s not like she would have enjoyed sitting around waiting for a target that might never come. To him though, this was no different than any other fishing trip. The fish was just a little bigger.

Macon wasn’t alone though. Buster, his ever loyal and otherwise attentive Pitbull was lounging just behind his master’s backless chair, readily about to drift off to sleep. Just in that moment of rest though, the dog’s ears perked up, as if hearing something that was beyond the capacity of Macon’s less developed eardrums. Curiously, the dog scampered to the edge of the dock, sniffing the air before him and beginning to bark at something in the vast emptiness before them.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Macon propped himself up to his feet, anxiously swiping the harpoon gun off the ground and pointing it forth. The metal of the gun could clearly be heard rattling until Macon put his nerves on ice. He commanded his watchdog to heel with an open hand and then plucked a flashlight from the belt beneath his overalls. “Come on out now” he whispered to himself as he spread the light across the water’s surface.

[Amaia Devivi]

Amaia, or Amy, had had a vision. In this vision an aquatic creature came out from the waters and killed someone. The vision took place during the night and a moon was visible. This meant that no clouds were present when the events of the vision would happen and it was supposed to be a night with a full moon.

So, Amy kept going to the beach based on those clues. Nothing had happened so far, she had seen something a few times, but unfortunately nothing substantial. Also, people did not tend to go to the police for this kind of thing because they didn't want to deal with pissed police officers who believed their time had been wasted. Also, no one wanted to feel like the officer they were confiding to believed them to be crazy, something that could happen during a police report. So, people preferred going to another kind of confident, a confident whom unfortunately wasn't available for questioning.

The vision was from the victim's POV, so Amy had seen the aquatic creature. It was strong and dangerous. That was why she had a shotgun with her, but also a tranquillizer rifle. The rifle was strapped on her back, instead the shotgun on her front on a shoulder strap that could be moved for convenience. She had a flashlight with her.

Amy suspected the creature was a Gifted, so she didn't want to kill them if she could avoid it. Unfortunately, someone else had another idea "STOP!" she yelled at the man holding the harpoon gun. What if that was the victim from her vision? Unfortunately, the vision hadn't shown the victim's face because it had been from the victim's POV. Nonetheless, this man was ready to kill a Gifted. Although, Amy imagined that the man was there to fish something big with that harpoon.

Had this man heard about the aquatic creature? Amy couldn't see who it was because she was still behind him, even though she was quickly running towards him while holding the shotgun. Holding the shotgun made sure that she could run while securing the weapon, but also that she was armed in case the aquatic creature attacked.

Amy was a detective, so she didn't wear a uniform. Also, she was off-duty so she wasn't wearing her badge either.

Macon Falcon

[Macon Falcon]

Buster the dog was sat patiently, head tilted as he watched the light reflect off the black waves. His ear perked at the sound of foot steps thudding against the dock, turning his head silently, but not making a sound due to his master’s previous heel command. He was a bit too loyal for his own good, that dog.

In the meantime, Macon’s focus was completely on the water’s surface, steadily clasping his flashlight hand over his harpoon gun in case he needed to make a quick decision to fire. The water provided nothing of substance that he could see, which might have put him even more on edge. If Buster had managed to sus something out a second ago, why wasn’t he seeing it now?

Before he could muse himself on that question further, a loud hollering erupted from behind him. His entire body jerked as a reflex, and unfortunately, his trigger finger was a part of his body. With a loud thunk, the harpoon launched blindly into the water. In the aftermath of his startlement, both the objects in his hands tumbled down, the flashlight taking a dunk into the depths below and the gun clattering against the wooden dock.

Head twitching a bit to his left side and hands crumpling into fists, Macon had to take a moment to breathe. If there was one thing he hated, it was when someone presented chaos to his otherwise thought-out setup. He wasn’t going to take it out on whoever it was approaching him though, that is not what a holy man would do. After a short moment of collecting himself, he turned to find a darkly dressed woman armed to the teeth with a different gun strapped up on each shoulder. This caused Macon’s eyes to pop a little. He had no idea what this person’s intentions were, but he was glad that she wasn’t actively wielding one of her weapons just yet.

Regardless, Macon raised his hands slowly to show he wasn’t wielding anything dangerous, almost as if a police officer was asking him to freeze. Buster seemed to be a little agitated by the situation, narrowing his eyes at the new person, but looking up to Macon for guidance. Macon merely relayed an “easy boy.”

All things considered; Macon’s leading theory was that the woman in front of him might also be a hunter that happened to hear about this fish-like gifted person. Not that that was going to wash him over with relief. He didn’t exactly see eye to eye with most other hunters and he might have some enemies he doesn’t know about. “I can respect the need to feel safe when walking alone in the dark” he spoke slowly and easily. “What brings you to my end of the dock?” he asked as if gulping down his nerves.

[Amaia Devivi]

Well, that had been idiotic on her part. She had even been trained on how to deal with an armed person in a specific way, but the urgency of the situation had made her behave differently. As a consequence, the stranger got startled and lost grip of the situation. His flashlight fell, and the harpoon accidentally fired into the waters. The detective in her blamed herself for what had happened, but the Gifted's well-being came first.

Sure, the Gifted seemed dangerous. In her vision, the Gifted killed the victim by eating them, meaning that this Gifted ate humans. But, what if the Gifted didn't have a choice? Amy couldn't just kill them without letting the Gifted explain the situation. Perhaps, it was one of those Gifted who got stuck in power-mode and couldn't revert back without help, she had seen it before. A few of the perpetrators in her visions were Gifted who had lost control over their powers because no one had offered them any help or compassion.

There was still time for this Gifted. Unless this man had other ideas.

Amy had a flashlight strapped on her shoulder so that she wouldn't need to hold it. Now, the beam of light was pointed at the man and the dog. Amy hadn't wanted to upset the dog, but the circumstances were complicated. In fact, she kept holding the shotgun just in case she needed to suddenly use it, although she wasn't aiming it at anything at the moment.

However, Amy frowned when she recognised the man on the dock "Father Falcon?" her tone didn't hide the surprise and confusion. Why was the church's Priest on this dock, at this hour, with an harpoon? Amy's detective senses were tingling.

Amy had recognised the Priest because she volunteered at the church sometimes, but she wasn't exactly a believer. She didn't believe in any religion specifically, but she often wondered who or what sent her the visions. Were her visions even sent or they just happened? No matter, Amy had other things to worry about right now.

Amy wondered if the Priest would recognise her from the volunteering. She didn't know if he was aware of her job as a detective.

"Odd hour to be fishing with an harpoon, Father Falcon" it was clear that Amy was sensing that something was wrong. Not sensing in a power-like-manner, but in a detective-like-manner. She was observing the situation and it was odd. Amy was there to catch an aquatic Gifted, and she had found the Priest ready to take down a big fish. Curiouser and curiouser.

Although, Amy wasn't wearing her badge and she was off duty, so she couldn't interview him. Not that she would have anyway, she wasn't there in any official capacity, this was a personal matter.

"However, I apologise for startling you and your dog"

Amy was about to introduce herself, but in that moment the waters started to get more agitated, as if the wind was blowing on the waters. But, there was no wind. Amy could see it because the light was reflecting on the water behind the Priest.

"Father Falcon, step away from the edge of the dock towards me and take the dog with you"

The waters became more agitated. Amy switched to the tranquillizer rifle and pointed it at the waters, looking through a scope.



//Would it be okay if the person in the vision is your character? Of course nothing would happen to him, Amy and Macon would help each other and get the Gifted unless you have something else in mind. If you are not okay with this then I'll write in an NPC. BTW, do you want to kill the Gifted or is it okay if Amy shoots them with the tranquillizer rifle?//

[Macon Falcon]

As the woman came closer, Macon’s head tilted slightly, a cog turning in the back of his brain as her features became more prominent. She seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. The moment she recognized him as ‘Father Falcon’ though, that’s when everything clicked into place. Not that there was much information that his memory could offer. He didn’t quite have a name, but perhaps that wasn’t all that necessary, but he knew that she had volunteered for the church in the past and that she had some sort of job in law enforcement. Could be an officer, but that didn’t exactly explain the fact that she looked like she was ready to be airdropped into a warring country.

The woman seemed to find his gear and timing to be strange, though he supposed anyone who wasn’t a seasoned fisher would think the same. It’s not like he went out to buy his harpoon or net to specifically hunt this gifted person, all of it was from his personal gear. He shrugged and then lowered his hands in the same motion, assuming it was safe for him to do so. “Hardly. Under the full moon tuna usually come closer to shore, and I couldn’t imagine trying to angle something that big with an ordinary rod” he explained simply. Far be it from Macon to be out and about without an alibi.

“Oh, no need to apologize” he added as he knelt down next to Buster, soothing his dog’s nerves with a broad brush of his back. “To the beach, boy. I’ll be right behind you” Macon calmly instructed his dog, pointing down the length of the dock. With great speed and excitement, the dog galloped down the path he was told, rushing into the darkness.

Coming back to his feet, he turned to the woman once more, who now had their gun trained on the water below. Macon rolled his eyes dramatically. “You haven’t been listening to Jenkins and his sea monster stories have you? He’s been trying to scare people away from his fishing spots for years” Macon dismissed with a wave of his hand, standing right at the edge of the dock with Amy. “There’s no such thing as-”

Before Macon could finish that sentence, the base of the harpoon gun rattled until it was swiftly yanked into the water, joining the harpoon half in the water. Momentarily distracted, Macon would have no warning before an arm burst out of the water and ripped him into the drink, a motion so unnaturally fast that it was almost like Macon was blinked out of existence.

From the trembling water, a hulking green skinned make leapt, webbed feet stamping onto the dock. He looked precisely as the woman had envisioned him, inhuman and feral. The beast looked like it came right from the Black Lagoon. Jutting up from its shoulder was the harpoon that had been misfired less than a minute ago. The creature jittered unnaturally, as if its muscles were constantly bursting with power. It directed its eyes at her, flapping its fishy lips to reveal its jagged teeth. “Me-ee-eat”[/color] it bellowed in its booming voice, its big webbed hands opening as if it felt the urge to grab something, quite possibly something made of meat.

(OOC: Yeah, no problem. I kind of have an idea of how I want to steer this thread, so feel free to have Amy do what she need to)