Runner's Start (Private)

eyyy

(eh, it works. Just a sec, got the munchies)

(him and his pan, it's like a love story in of itself)

Tessa soared above the ocean, admiring her masterpiece. There had been so many explosives on that ship, it was almost too easy. It helped that there was no one besides the captain on that ship. But as she banked and the wind turned a certain way, she spotted a boy flailing in the water and shouting. Shit, she cursed silently. She had thought no one was on board–the documents hadn't said anything about ship-hands or passengers. Maybe he was a stowaway? She stopped and hovered above, neither close nor far away from him.

Tessa sighed and swooped lower, pulling up her eerie face mask that covered the lower half of her face and doubled as a gas mask. It didn't exactly look it, but that's what its secondary function was. The rest of her clothing wasn't very pleasant looking either–dark tank top, cargo pants with their pockets holding at least some sort of flammable or explosive item, a belt with daggers and even a gun strapped to it, and a black, slightly bloodstained coat (also armed to the teeth inside the hidden pockets). Her golden, scaled wings disturbed the water below her, her reptilian and spiked tail jerking back and forth. Dark, spiraling horns jutted up from the top of her golden hair.

She cocked her head to the side, beating her wings to keep her above the water. "Good guess, little boy." Her voice was altered thanks to the mask. "Now riddle me this: What were you doing on that ship?"

She looked around, searching for any possible explanation for the strange guy in front of her. She didn't answer him, either. The less he knew for certain, the better.

Well, the fact that he had even guessed correctly was a little disconcerting…

"Okay, you're creeping me out, dude." She turned back to him, her wings flapping and tail splashing the water irritably. "Give me one reason to not leave you here to drown." She didn't know how to feel about this guy. Very rarely did someone correctly guess that she was a demigod. And to automatically realize that she wasn't a normal demigod…
Somethings fishy. And it's not the ocean.

She gave him a funny look, her brows scrunching together and lips twisting in confusion beneath the mask. No one had ever said that to her in response to her life or death offers. It was… weird. But it was a reason nevertheless. "I guess you're living then," she eventually said.

Tessa flapped her wings and shot into the sky. After a few moments, she tucked her wings and fell back down to the earth, letting gravity build up speed for her. When she reached the boy, she wrapped an arm around him and flared her wings to catch the updraft. She quickly glided over the ocean, tilting her body up so that she wasn't dragging him through the waves as she flew to land.

(hmmm, random magical robot bull? Ogres?)

She continued flying, nose flaring when she scented… something… from up ahead. She wondered if this strange dude could sense it, too.

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me," Tessa grumbled. She reached the beach and dropped the guy, flapping her wings a few more times as she stood at attention. If she had movable ears, they'd be swiveling all over the place right now. Instead, her head was turning this way and that way, listening carefully.

"Okay," she started, turning in that direction. "The walking magic detector stays here while I deal with it," she told him, checking to make sure her face mask was properly sealed against her skin.

(Yeah, let's give it a power-up from normal ogres. A high-class ogre?)

She sighed, not having the energy to argue with him. "Fine, but you'll need to have something to protect yourself with." She fished through her many pockets and grabbed a handful of small but extremely destructive explosives. "Just chuck these at the thing and let me do the rest." She handed him the small metal balls.