Beachside Story, Chapter I: You savvy, mate?

[Overcast]

"Never a problem I owe it to..." He was interrupted by the man in black armor whom had been staring at the shore with him not too long ago, "HEY UP THERE! Need a medic here! Drowning Victim!"

Al raised an eyebrow and followed behind quickly when the strange shiny soldier man called for aid. Looked like another live one, he himself hadn't been all that graceful when he washed up on these shores and had been greeted by the solicitations of a far too curious crab rather than the life giving power of breath. Luckily the shock value was about the same, he never did find that crab though.

Similar to Telm Alastor knew exactly what the right thing to do was, the heroic thing. But from Alastor's memory people didn't respond well to him doing anything even close to affection on their person, in fact they often responded with violence in the face of his aid, and he was pretty sure he still had a cold from earlier this week, so his eyes wandered to the soldier,

"Guess someone had better."