Any Fin Is Possible

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril had called up on of his buddies to come out and try fishing in the lake and have a few beers while they were at it. Normally this would be something that he would do with a guy friend...but he didn't really have any of those at BA. He had worked on it but everything just seemed to sort of fall through the cracks in that ball park. Oh well, he was not sexist and figured a female could still have a few beers with him and fish. Even if Savannah decided to not partake in any of the beer, as long as she gave fishing a go, he would have been fine. It had been a while she he had actually gone fishing but was all kind of excited for it. Packing up everything that he needed and decided to try fishing at the schools lake since it was the closest and he actually knew where it was.

He knew where the other one was in town as well, but he didn't want to risk getting lost so went with the one he was one hundred percent sure on. He still got there super early and everything, laying out the chairs near the side of the water because Cyril didn't trust going out in a boat. That was just asking for trouble if you pissed off a very huge fish. It would tip your boat, wait for you to fall into the water, and then eat you alive. Cyril swore that he didn't have a fear of fish or anything like that. He just had a fear of fish in water that was not super clear to see in so you didn't know what could be living or swimming around in it. That was a logical fear, right? Even if it was not, he had it and while he was fine being in the water for a little bit, a long period of time would not be okay.

"Is it catch and release or can I eat them?" Cyril asked himself out loud as he worked on getting the last of everything set up. Busting open the cooler to reveal the nicely chilled beers and the box of worms, which were oddly still warm. Cyril was already snickering to himself at all the fish puns his mind was already coming up with. He hopped Savannah really was used to them because they were probably going to be really bad and he planned on saying a lot of them. It was going to be great and he personally was going to love every moment of it.

[Savannah Austin Myers]

for whatever reason, sav ended up with a lot of male friends. it wasn't because she didn't like girls. it's just that guys were easier to keep a less emotional attachment on. girls want you to actually care about what is going on in their lives and keep up with them. this wasn't something she was always equipped to do. most of the time, she wanted to just sit around, have some laughs, talk, and then go home. nothing serious, nothing to personal. there were a few she actually liked to spend more time around and potentially even give a shit about what they had to say, and she was on her way to see one of those few right now.

they were headed out to fish and he was going all the tough work, like bringing the bait and beer. sav brought a sack with a little bit of food she'd brought, just to be nice. there were some sandwiches and some soup in a thermos as well as a big bag of chips. there was also a flask nestled in the bag with a little something stronger than beer, just in case they got adventurous. but beer was just fine with her for the most part.

the lake next to the school wasn't all that great. they didn't keep it as stocked so you had to work a little harder for your fish. well. not really sav. savannah didn't have to do a whole lot of work to get a fish, which is why she never brought a fishing pole with her. when you have the ability to freeze their habitat, they kind of just start popping up.

along the shore, she spotted her friend getting things ready. oh lord, this really was going to be an all day thing from the looks of it. that was fine with her, classes were out for the day and work wasn't until late. she should probably do some homework somewhere in there, but clearly this was going to be more entertaining. she put a hand on his shoulder as she got closer, catching the tail end of his spoken thought, and said "to eat of course, but in case you don't catch anything, i brought you food. you're welcome." she sat down in one of the chairs provided. "how much have you missed me?" it had been awhile since they'd actually spent time together.

she got comfortable in her chair and reached for the cooler to grab a beer. it wasn't her favorite beer, but beer was beer. she popped the top and took a swig. the temperature wasn't to her liking, so she froze the bottle a little bit, trying to not go completely over board and freeze the whole damn thing. that was one perk of her powers; never would she have a warm beer. "so, are you going to show me how it's done today or what?" she asked this knowing full well that the odds would probably go in her favor. but, you never know, maybe he was a secret pro fisherman or something. or maybe she'd get too tired to catch as many fish as he did.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril did plan for it to go on for at least a few hours since he didn't know too much about the fish in the lake so he didn't know how soon they would bite. So they had to at least be out here for a good amount of time to make sure that at least one of them caught something. Cyril refused to leave unless he caught at least once fish without using his power. When you could manipulate gravity that did make a lot of things easier but Cyril liked to do things without always using his power. That was part of the reason why he was as physically fit as he was...even if he used his power to increase the gravity on himself a little bit so it was like walking around with weights and thus also improving his strength.

At least no one would be able to say that he was using shots of any kind and that all of his muscle was real and from his hard work. "Fishtastic, but I plan on catching something." Cyril said as he clapped his hands, determined. "I will most certainly dine on whatever you brought for us to eat as well." Cyril pointed out with a bit more pep in his accent because he was not going to turn down free food without at least giving it a try at first. He remained standing as he worked on making sure both of their fishing rods were set up, currently battling it out with a worm that behaved as if it really didn't want to be bait. "Oh I was positively drowning due to our time apart. I'm pleased you have wormed your way back to hanging out with me." Cyril said, making two really bad puns there and snickering because of them.

Ah puns, no matter how cheesy they were he was going to laugh and enjoy every joke that he made until the day that he died. Once he got the rods ready he sat them down and grabbed a seat in the other chair and went to grab himself a beer. He wanted at least on in his system before they would get to fishing. "Of course, but first can you chill my beer?" Cyril asked as he nudged his beer at her repeatedly until she would take it from him. Even standing up in the process and went over to grab a pole. "Basically it’s a simple tosses the end with the hook and bait into the water and then it’s a waiting game." Cyril said as his made gimmie hands for his beer back, hoping that it was not going to take Savannah long to chill it.

[Savannah Austin Myers]

savannah had never been fishing without using her power. it always seemed pointless to her to try and struggle over catching fish when there was a much more efficient way to do it. she supposed there could be something fun about doing it the normal way, it just had never occurred to her to do it any other way besides the easiest. so, this would be an interesting challenge for her and he honestly would have to show her how it's done. she would never ask for his help in the moment; she would rather struggle than ask, but watching his motions and the steps he took to get ready would allow her to not make a fool out of herself, hopefully. there really was no telling.

of course he planned on catching something, the goal of fishing isn't to wait around for something to happen and expect nothing to happen. you expect to catch something. "well, in that case, you can cook my fish dinner after you catch something." she didn't expect dinner from him, but cooking her own fish would certainly be a good meal. depending on what kind of fish were swimming their way around in this lake. if it wasn't the kind she really liked then she would just let it swim away. the fun seemed to be in the chase. "i figured you were falling apart at the seams." she laughed softly at his puns and shook her head. he was always so goofy and light spirited for the most part. that was what made him so fun to be around. 

if anyone knew what savannah's power was, this was inevitably her job while they were drinking. chilling beers that had been left out too long or making some ice for their drinks. it came with the territory, but at least her power had some practical applications. she took his beer and concentrated enough to not freeze the beer and tried to simply cool down the bottle around it. she handed it back to him after a moment and listened to him explain the art of fishing. it seemed easy enough. "well, if you can do it the normal way, i can do it the normal way." that was her reasoning for basically anything she tried to accomplish; if other people can do it, so can i. 

[Cyril Kingsley]

"I could do that. We could even start up a fire out here and cook them over an open fire. All old west or camping style, like in the movies. Or we can go back to my dorm room and I will prepare them there with all my ingredients to make something delicious." Cyril said with a slight squeal escaping his lips at feeling joy just thinking about it. He wanted to toss in a pun or joke in there but he had been too focused on what kind of different fish dishes he could make. Depending on what they caught would effect if her used lemon or not. Who was he kidding? He loved using lemon with fish; it really balanced well with the fish. Keeping the fish taste but also giving it that bit of tang to the flavor of what you were eating. Either way, he was game for cooking her up something since he had become a pretty good chef over the years of taking care of himself and his siblings when his parents would not.

Cyril snickered when Savannah talked about him falling apart at the seams. He didn't know why but he had found it really funny, but wished she would have made a fish joke or pun in there as well. Not that it matter that much since he was sure he would end up saying enough for the both of them and then some. Well, that was the plan anyways but he never could be sure since if he got too focused on the task of fishing he might end up forgetting the fun part of the puns. "You are here now so I'm doing swimmingly." Cyril added with yet another snicker as he handed over his beer after asking for it to be chilled. Waiting patiently for Savannah to do just that before taking the beer back. Using his teeth to open it so he could keep the fishing rode in his hand. Taking a quick chug of the beer before doing something of a dance because it was colder than he had expected and he sort of gave himself a brain freeze.

"Ice cold." Cyril said as he rubbed at his head, careful to not poke himself with the fishing rod. The brain freeze didn't last long thankfully and thus Cyril was able to get back to focusing on the task at hand, fishing. "That is the spirit, now take this rod and cast it into the lake to hook you a fine catch." Cyril said with a snicker because he was s also hinting towards something else since it just worked out so perfectly in this situation. With the whole saying of their being 'plenty of other fish in the sea' and what have you. Seemed he could come up with puns and relationship jokes all in one day. It was going to be great. Cyril was already moving to grab a hold of the other rod once Savannah would take the one he offered her, first taking a chug of his beer while casting with one hand which went a lot less smooth then he had imaged it would. His hook with the worm pierced on it landing on the bank in front of the water.

[Savannah Austin Myers]

watching cyril was a show, that was for sure. she could just see his brain, constantly working, and sav would just sit there sometimes and watch the thoughts run and the gears crank. for a moment, he was getting lost in this fish idea. savannah had only been joking, but he seemed really excited about the idea of cooking this fish, assuming they caught any. so, how could she not be excited right back? free food is always a fun time and not having to cook it herself? even better. it wasn't very often that people took the reigns for her and did things like that. normally everything was her responsibility, so not having to worry about what she was having dinner would be a weight off her shoulders, if only a small one. "hey, sounds like a plan. i'll eat whatever you make. and maybe i'll help a little." it would be difficult for her not to help. even though it would be nice to have someone else doing most of the work, she would never be able to relinquish full control. 

he was really a trip to be around. if anyone didn't know him, they may guess that his super power was talking in puns. maybe that was the only way he could talk and that was his power. too bad, that wasn't the case. it just came so naturally to him. it got a little old sometimes, hearing pun after pun, but at the same time, that was cyril and you just kind of have to take him and all his quirks. it was worth it to be around him, despite his questionable sense of humor. "glad to hear you've stayed afloat without me, though." her attempt at a pun wasn't nearly as good as the ones that came so easily to him, but she smiled at him to show that she could do it too. 

she laughed at his reaction to the beer being almost too cold. "hey, you asked for it." the laugh didn't stop immediately. guess she went a little overboard with it. "i could have just made it into a beer slush." that was always fun to do. if the beer wasn't to her liking, she could always turn the consistency to that of a slush and it at least made it more enjoyable to drink. she picked up the hint of a relationship reference in his latest pun and almost laughed in disbelief. relationship? savannah? yeah right. she took the rod from him and watching his worm land right on the bank. "at this rate, we'll be better off going out for fish." double checking that a worm was attached to her hook, she put her thumb on the button of the reel and swung the hook behind her, then released the button as she swung the rod forward, the hook landing a little ways into the water. not a perfect cast, but at least it made it into the water. "you may just wanna leave this up to me." she told him with a wink and reached back for the beer she'd sat down in order to fish. 

[Cyril Kingsley]

They had to catch a fish now; it was practically set in stone that Cyril was not going to leave until they had at least caught a fish at a decent enough size that they could it. After all Savannah had brought it up and even if she had meant it as a joke, Cyril took it seriously and planned to make a fish dish now. He was going to do his best to try and catch a fish the old fashion way but if they ended up out there for hours, then he would just strip down, jump into the water and try and grab a fish that way. Or perhaps even use his power and lift up some of the water to try and get fish that way. "Wonderful! I'm sure I will send your taste-buds swimming." Cyril said as he let out another snicker. He didn't mind at all if she did help or didn't help, either way he was going to make a fish dish and it was going to be delicious.

Cyril was practically beaming as he looked at Savannah as if she had said magic words to all things right in the world. She had used a pun and while he was not sure if she had done it on purpose or not didn't matter to him at all. "That was fishtastic right there." Cyril said as he raised his beer as if giving Savannah a toast for the great pun right there. Cyril rubbed at his head a little more and gave Savannah a puppy dog look when she laughed at him. He still chuckled as well because he did ask for it after all. He just underestimated how cold she was going to chill his beer and the fact that he often drank a beer warm because he just drank to drink. He liked to drink, not that he was an alcoholic but drinking was something that he greatly enjoyed. Cyril's mouth dropped open when she brought up beer slush.

"You can do that? Can you do that?" Cyril asked as he was already holding out his half empty beer bottle over to her. He went to attempt his whole fishing thing, failing at it, and then looking at Savannah at her words. "I'm just getting warmed up. Soon it will be raining fish because any fin is possible." Cyril said as he wheeled in his line. Savannah had a better cast then Cyril when she went for it, a way better cast. Was he feeling a bit jealous? Maybe a little, but he was not going to say or do anything about it yet. "Pfft, Savannah. Dove, wait until my natural talent kicks in." Cyril said as he casted his line again, landing in the water this time. He grinned, pleased with himself as he sat back in his chair to fish as well.

[Savannah Austin Myers]

at this next pun, savannah almost literally face-palmed, but tried to keep it together. people probably got visibly irritated by his sense of humor, so she was going to attempt to not show him that he was being a little silly. he didn't deserve to have his spirits crushed. "we have to actually catch something in order to cook it, though." she reminded him. if it came down to it, savannah would just start trying to freeze random parts of the lake until she hit a fish and hope it would float to the top. she'd done that a couple of times, but it was much like taking the spear approach; the odds of hitting one were never all that great. 

she made a fake bowing motion. "only for you, buddy." sav wasn't really that funny. she never prided herself in being that way. she was sarcastic sure, and she was honest. some people thought her honesty was a joke or her just being mean to be funny, but most of the time, she was being completely serious. people didn't realize she was basically insulting them and took it as a joke instead. it was funny how people thought humor worked. oh well, that just meant savannah could continue to speak her mind and not hurt people's feelings. granted, if they were hurt, it wouldn't cause her much guilt anyway. 

"is my power really only good for party tricks?"it was what she thought sometimes, but she really couldn't complain that much. it was good for something and that was enough for her to feel satisfied in it. she took the beer from him and wrapped her hands around it, this time concentrating on making the beer frozen. she stopped herself before making it solid and shook the bottle a little bit to make sure it was a good consistency and handed it back to him. "use me for your slushy beer. that's fine."she said this while smiling, though, and clearly not being serious this time."are you bothered by my clearly superior cast?"she questioned. she understood the concept and that seemed easy enough. it was just luck, she assumed. his next cast was much better."hey there's hope for us yet."

[Cyril Kingsley]

People did get bothered by Cyril’s form of humor, but he could care less because if they did not like it they could easily leave. He was doing it for his enjoyment and if they could not stand it then they could not stand him and they were wasting their time dealing with him. His spirits could never be crushed if someone did not like what he said. It would be more than likely it would be said other person that would be crushed, in a literal sense. “We will catch something, don’t you worry your pretty little head, dove.” Cyril said with a grin practically glued on his face as he just snickered at Savannah’s little fake brow. She was no comic genius; nor was Cyril, but it was always the thought or small effort that counted.

“No, your power is good for making people want to snuggle, feel the need to drink some cocoa, and…chill their coffee if they are going for ice mocha.” Cyril suggested with a small snicker after his words because of was teasing. Sure he could see all of those uses for Savannah’s power but there were other things that she could do. Just like there were a lot of things he could do with his power but sometimes it was the little things that were the most fun or practical. He was pleased that she did take his beer back and went to work on making it into a slushy. He was certainly amazed and very curious to see how it tasted because he was pretty sure a slushy beer was not a good beer. He would still drink it of course because he didn’t want to waste something he asked for.

“Thank you Savannah. You can use me for…something involving gravity.” Cyril said not really sure what specific she could use him for but if she asked and it involved his power he would certainly give it a go. He was thankful for his fingerless gloves only slightly because the beer was cold to hold but he did enjoy the way his beer sat in his mouth as it melted in a way. “A little bit.” Cyril said with his grin turning more into a smirk as he showed how much it bothered him by using his thumb and finger and pointed to show a small amount of space between them. He chuckled when she said there was hope for them yet when his cast landed where is was supposed to. So long as he didn’t drink too much he at least knew there would be hope for him if he was not drunk.

“So how have you been?” Cyril asked as he got comfy in his chair, wanting to make conversation why they sat around to fish. He was still greatly enjoying his slushy beer even if it certainly did change how it tasted a little bit.

[Savannah Austin Myers]

people got bothered by sav's piss poor attitude at times or her inability to really connect with people, but it wasn't really any of their business how she carried herself. if they didn't like her attitude, they could move along. so, cyril's not caring about other people's opinions completely made sense. you can't apologize for who you are. "alright, we got this." she said confidently. between the two of them, surely a fish will be dumb enough to find its way onto the hook and not put up too much of a fight. they needed dinner. "what could we eat with the fish? rice?" she offered. it was maybe to simple. 

sav had never thought about it like that. winter was never typically thought of as something positive; it's when everything died and life was put on pause for awhile. she never thought of it as snuggle weather, probably because she never snuggled with anyone or watched movies. no, nothing like that. her winter was continuous, it seemed. her life was iced over, waiting for something to interrupt it and thaw it out, warm her up. it seemed spring was taking its time right now, though. "i mean, that's an option i suppose." she laughed a little herself, knowing how preposterous it was for those to be a means for her. if sav could do more for her power, or train it some more, maybe she'd find even more uses. it just never seemed like there was time for that, so her uses were limited. 

she laughed at his offer "i'm going to hold you to that." as if it would be easy to find some use for his gravity manipulation. sure it may be useful to him, but it didn't seem all that practical to have other people utilize it. everyone's power was different and everyone had a different purpose. some people around here allowed their power to guide their life, but that was not something savannah planned on doing. she wanted to build her life outside of this place, gain a career or a pathway, something, to set herself a part from the power that took over her life without her ever asking it to. 

she grinned back at him and shrugged. "you'll just have to get used to me showing you up." savannah wasn't a pro fisherman that's for sure. but she'd try to act like she was a better fisherman throughout this little adventure, just to irk him. sav didn't plan on getting too drunk or too tipsy, so hopefully they could manage to be sober enough to get one fish out of this pond. 

taking a sip from her beer, sav pondered the question. there were a lot of different ways she could answer the question. she could be honest and say she'd been stressed or lie and say she'd been fantastic. instead she gave him a shrug and said "you know, it's alright. what about you?" it was a safe neutral. not a lie, not the truth. 

[Cyril Kingsley]

“That’s the spirit! Fighting! Or…what is a big cheer saying over here?” Cyril asked, not completely sure if he was using the proper ‘cheer’ for them. Would saying ‘Go Team’ been better? Or perhaps tossing in a pun would have worked better in that situation. He too was pretty confident that they would be able to at least catch one fish. There were two of them after all; they had to at least have enough luck to catch one slippery fish. Cyril thought for a moment on what would be good side with fish because not everything word with a fish dish. “Rice would be best. We could even do rice balls with it, like they do on those cute little Japanese shows.” Cyril said as he motioned with his hands trying to make his eyes big to convey the chibi eye look he saw in those shows.

Winter was a wonderful time; Cyril was actually looking forward to it here in the United States, if he remained here that long. He figured that he would, just to make sure the horses would be fine for the winter. He fixed up the stables a lot and even added a bit to the stalls to ensure that everything would be fine for the beautiful animals would have no problem at all this winter. It was a bit out of the summer time now in the USA so the days would be soon getting colder with fall fully taking over. He figured Sav would have an amazing time when Winter rolled around because of her ability. He didn’t really know but either way he figured he was most certainly going to challenge her to a snowball fight.

Cyril nodded his head to Sav’s ‘suppose’ as he focused on multitasking with holding onto his rod with one hand, and enjoying his beer with the other. It didn’t help that he kind of wanted something to eat now since they were talking about food. Plus he was starting to want to taste some of the snack that Sav brought for them. He flashed her a quick grin as she said she was going to hold him to it, and had no problems about it. He liked to use his power and if someone wanted him to use it for them and it was not outright harming them, then he was fine to do it. He used his power pretty much every day at least once, and felt odd if he didn’t use his power.

Cyril gave her a look when she pointed out that he was going to have to get used to her showing him up, but he did chuckle a little bit. “Are you sure you want to challenge me?” Cyril asked as his grin changed to hint at that he was up to something. His grin went away at her response that was pretty much less then stellar. It didn’t really give him much in the way of how she was doing. “You gave me nothing there, dove. As for me, whale I’m doing pretty well.” Cyril said with a small chuckle but then pouted. “Whales don’t really work in this situation.” Cyril said in a small amount of disappointment.

[Savannah Austin Myers]

she laughed a little at his spirited attitude. he was so enthusiastic about almost everything, it was hard not to be just as happy around him. his cheerfulness was contagious to savannah, one of the many reasons she enjoyed being around him. even if her day was horrible, cyril was always reliable for a good laugh. “yes, let’s show this pond who’s boss.” she agreed and tugged at her line a bit, wishing that something would tub back at her. she thought about those little japanese shows and shook her head at him, a smile on her face. “i’m not sure i could get my rice sticky enough for that. they’re pros.”

winter was savannah’s favorite time of the year. being in a place that was naturally colder than the south, her previous home being florida, was the only thing moderately redeeming about this place for her when she first arrived. florida was hard not to love, but after those damn powers manifested, the change in climate was actually welcomed. it wasn’t that the heat would make her uncomfortable, but it certainly wasn’t as nice as the winter. her body temperature was naturally lower now, whether she meant for that to happen or not, so being in an environment closer to her own body temperature made it more relaxing. most people felt best in seventy degree weather. yeah, not sav. more like 50.  

sav was not entirely sure how his gravity manipulation would really help her in the long run, but if ever there was a use for it, she would call him up immediately to make good on the promise. sav liked to use her power, for the most part. whether she intended to use it every day or not, it inevitably happened. from making ice at the bar when their ice machine was screwing up to cooling down her friends (or her own) drink, there always seemed to be a use for it.  

she raised her eyebrows at him as he proposed that she was challenging him. that hadn’t been the intent, but it certainly was now. “puhlease, i could take you any day.” she confirmed this challenge and prayed that she could back her actions up to her words. sav didn’t count on it necessarily, but it would be nice if it worked out that way. she laughed a little bit. he may not let her get away with her short responses. it wasn’t often that sav would talk openly about her problems. everyone had problems, why were hers special? “well, i’m just stress. getting used to my life changing. but ultimately, i’m good.” she paused for a moment. “that good enough for ya?” she gave him a small smile, but only for a moment until he pouted at his failed pun, and she gave him a small pout back. she patted him on the shoulder and picked her beer back up. “well, that was a good try.”

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril always had a spirited attitude and enthusiasm when it came to pretty much everything that he did in his life. That was why he was a little too rough in certain activates and why he was always making jokes, and getting the best out of life. He didn't like to dwell on dark matters and if he was ever depressed he would drink until he could drink no more, pass out, and wake up forgetting that there had ever been sadness. It was just the way he had learned to live after the loss of his younger brother. He devoted his life to looking after his younger sister and his job with the animals when he was back in the UK. Over here he still dedicated himself to the horses and now instead of his actual sister, he had all the little sisters to look after.

So long as he had things in his life to be happy about, he was going to be a large ball of energy and wanting to make those around him energized as well. "Right and we are not paying it a dime until we get our efforts worth out of it." Cyril said, taking the boss terminology a little further to make his own joke. Of course he was snickering at it as well, even if it had been a really bad one and hardly worth being called on joke on some levels. Regardless, Cyril was pleased that they were out here fishing together and that Sav seemed to be in high spirits for the most part. "Then we are going to have to work together to make it super sticky. I desire it so wonderfully sticky that when we toss it at it a wall it sticks right there and holds together." Cyril said as he clinched his fist.

He was starting to get really pumped up about the idea of food and thus pumped up to catch a fish to go with this sticky rice. It was going to be great, even if things didn't turn out like they might want them to. The Japanese were pros and Cyril could not help but make a mental note to try and go over to Japan at some point in his life. There had been a challenge then; one that Cyril was pretty sure was a challenge. Savannah now egging it one with her words as Cyril chugged down the last of his slushy beer. He rubbed at his head to get rid of the brain freeze but chuckled still at a mental thought he had. "Are we placing bets on this, dove?" Cyril asked as he smirked at Savannah. There was that whole 'her not really telling him much', which Savannah thankfully gave him a bit more to go off of.

"What in your life is changing that is stressing you out?" Cyril asked as he looked to her with a small amount of confusion. Had she told him about it and he had forgotten? He didn't think so, so that meant there was something more to it that she was not completely saying. "Could have given me a bit more, but I'll let it slide for now." Cyril said with a snicker as he willed his line around a little. Not even touching on his failed pun.