Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170413222130

ICARUS looks back.  He lands on the undisturbed part of the beach and watches the river wash away into the virtual ocean.  He absentmindedly says. The sand, dirt and rubble mix with the fluid, creating a sort of muddy substance, with grit and chunks of brick getting washed along. He waves his hand, and a lawn chair appears. He slouches down in the chair, his wings disappearing for convenience.