Random RP - Maeson and Rola are now superheroes with superpowers! Part 1

Maeson claimed he was a man from the future, but Rola suspected he had simply indulged too much at the open bar of the beach party she passed on her evening walk. He looked more like a man stuck in the seventies—bold, unashamed, and just a touch obnoxious. When he asked her to dance, she humored him, as long as he kept his distance. The rich aroma of barbecue drifted through the air, and all she truly wanted was a skewer of grilled chicken. But that moment hadn't come yet.

He reeked of alcohol and strutted about as if he were some kind of Adonis. She laughed, took a sip of his drink, and walked away. No way was she getting involved with him. Yet, he followed.

The damp sand cooled her steps as she moved forward, paying him no mind, watching the sunset dip below the horizon.

"I know where the gold is," he said.

That piqued her interest. Her ballerina-like neck stretched, listening, though she didn’t want him to know she was paying attention. Rola sighed and glanced back at him.

"You're too drunk to know," she replied.

He grinned, sensing he'd intrigued her without her realizing it. Before she knew it, his arm was draped around her shoulders, as if they were old friends.

"It's not far from here," he continued. True, he was a little drunk, but he still seemed certain. "I've been looking for a girl like you."

"Why?" She cracked up, amused. She wasn’t dressed for adventure—she was simply minding her own business. Auntie Nell was probably waiting for her. Then again, Auntie Nell was most likely snoring in front of the TV, her head held high in the recliner.

"There's something genuine about you," Maeson said before belching loudly. She cringed. Then, pointing out toward the dark waters, he added, "We’ll have to swim there, but if you can make it, I’ll give you what you've come for."

Rola had no interest in his mysterious treasure, but when he dove in, she worried he might drown. Like magic, the moonlight guided the way. He was a stronger swimmer than she had expected, but the water was cold, and doubt crept in—were they lost? Holding her breath longer than she ever had, she thought there was no way out until, suddenly, her head broke the surface, revealing the entrance to a cave.

Had she drunk too much despite trying to keep a clear head? She hesitated in the water as he climbed out and lit a fire, casting shadows on the stone walls.

"Are you afraid a shark might find you?" he teased.

A shiver ran down her spine. She pulled herself onto the rocky ground. The cave was colder than she had anticipated, but the warmth of the fire soon surrounded her.

"As soon as I figure out the writing on the wall, the gold will be mine," Maeson said, seeking her help.

Rola glanced around. She could make out what appeared to be a rustic bedroom. Her eyes widened in shock.

"What is this place?" she asked.

He handed her a blanket. "Something my ancestors left me."

Soon, he led her to the markings on the wall. She squinted, unable to decipher them.

"If we can learn it, we’ll have the power," he said.

"Power?"

"That’s what some old drunk told me," Maeson shrugged.

"What kind of power?" Rola winced.

"Well, honey, that’s the gold," he grinned.

She shook her head. To her, it might as well have been written in an ancient, indecipherable language.

"If you want to go home, you'll figure it out," he told her.

Rola nursed her bottom lip. She had to go home. Auntie Nell was waiting.