<strong>Location:</strong>Outside in the rain > Onogoro-Jima Dock<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/>And so the group decided as one to head off to the dock, running through the rain in the limited visibility.  Within sight of the dock, lightning flashed, momentarily blinding the group, and each of the Scions lost sight of the others…<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Onogoro-Jima Dock<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clio<br/><br/>Taking up the majority of the dock was an honest-to-goodness pirate ship, rebuilt with a massive modern-day engine and a few other parts that allowed it to be run by nothing more than a crew of one.  That individual, set up among the steering wheel, was the very tall Captain Redbeard himself, grinning from ear to ear.  He gave a tip of his captain’s hat and called to her, “Yar, matey!  Welcome board!”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Onogoro-Jima Dock<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JD<br/><br/>Waiting at the dock, rather than the usual ferry, was a motorboat with a large roof more than big enough to carry horses and vehicles across.  It was manned by one man, an incredibly muscular and bearded man with a more than passing resemblance to Kevin Sorbo, dressed casually but for what appeared to be a vest of lion skin.  “Need a lift?” he called to her with a friendly smile.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Onogoro-Jima Dock<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Luke<br/><br/>Luke made it to the dock, but no boat was around.  It was hard to tell by sight alone whether he’d missed the ferry, but even moving all the way to the end of the structure showed no ship in sight.<br/><br/>The dragon didn’t seem to be anywhere near, but that didn’t mean he was going to be left alone.<em>Something</em>jumped from impossibly far away, landing upon the middle of the dock with effortless grace and agility.  It was an ugly, bald Rhesus monkey of all things, less than four feet tall.  The monkey was adorned in elaborate attire: a golden fillet, a silk skirt, a tiger skin kilt, and leather boots.<br/><br/>Pulling toothpicks from each ear with each hand, the monkey said, “<Grow,>” in Mandarin, and each toothpick grew to the size of a proper staff.  Then he threw one of them to Luke, assuming a defensive stance with his own Ryui Jingu Bang and grinning from ear to ear.  One warrior recognized another; Luke had no difficulty in recognizing the desire for a spar, nor that the primate would be happy to initiate the duel if Luke didn’t accept the offer of striking first.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Onogoro-Jima Dock<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Namira<br/><br/>Waiting at the edge of the dock, smiling contentedly and holding a large umbrella to keep herself out of the rain, was Mom.  She was always dressed impeccably, and today was no exception, even wearing a pendant not too dissimilar from her daughter’s.<br/><br/>“My pride and joy.”  She opened her arms to offer Namira a hug and a kiss for each cheek.  “You can’t imagine how many of my children have turned out to be disappointments, either being self-centered brats who can’t be bothered to do anything of use, or pushovers who let douchebags like Gil push them around.”  Then she took a breath.  “This is going to hurt, and I’m sorry for that, but you’re my girl and I know you can handle it.  Let me know when you’re ready.”