A Relaxing Holiday (T-L,PotentialV) (OPEN TO ALL)

Welcome to Main Beach. A beach frequented by well-known celebrities. The sun is shining, the sea is cool, the sand is hot, and Proxy relaxed on a folding chair. Doing the bidding of otherworldly eldritch beings can be very taxing work, and often required holidays to recover from supernatural fights or day-long rituals. Terminus had actually removed his coat for once, leaving his chest bare, the ritualistic carvings in his grey skin visible to all that would dare to look. He had even removed his prosthetic foot to avoid getting sand stuck in it. Proxy thought about running into the surf dramatically, proceeding to swim at high speeds and making everyone feel inferior and self-conscious, but saw that it would be a waste of time. He already knew he was superior to them. The boy took a drink from the iced-tea at his side and sighed with content.