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Entry tags:
- blue exorcist: yukio okumura,
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- final fantasy ix: zidane tribal,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: erika fisher,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- the good place: michael,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ blue exorcist: rin okumura,
- ✖ critical role: jester lavorre,
- ✖ guilty gear: faust,
- ✖ homestuck: marvus xoloto,
- ✖ my hero academia: izuku midoriya,
- ✖ pluto: epsilon,
- ✖ primordia: horatio nullbuilt,
- ✖ re-animator: herbert west,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent texas,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ warriors: yellowfang
July Event: Riding the Wave
JULY EVENT: RIDING THE WAVE
Who: Everyone!
What: The Jormun reappear to allow some transformative fun...and potentially some underwater exploration as well
When: July 10th and onward
Where: Ensō and the ocean floor around it
Warnings: Potential (and fully optional) body/transformation horror may arise when undergoing shifts from land-based to sea-based shapes, and vice versa. Otherwise, tag as you go!
What: The Jormun reappear to allow some transformative fun...and potentially some underwater exploration as well
When: July 10th and onward
Where: Ensō and the ocean floor around it
Warnings: Potential (and fully optional) body/transformation horror may arise when undergoing shifts from land-based to sea-based shapes, and vice versa. Otherwise, tag as you go!
I'll See You on the Other Side
The Jormun resurfaced to greet their old allies on July 8th, bringing with them the offer to explore the ocean floor alongside them. They're not the only old friend that's made a return, however. The kaleidoshells, placid, rainbow-tinted creatures reminiscent of sea turtles, have also made their way to Ensō's shores for their nesting season. For much of the month of July, you'll have to tread carefully around mounds of sand hiding delicate heaps of kaleidoshell eggs.
Predators are always keen to feast on easy prey, and kaleidoshell eggs are no exception. If you feel like protecting them from any hungry slypers or pterax, you'll find that some of the Jormun are happy to stick on the surface with you and assist. They'll even lend you a schlacknorkcvic, which is the Jormun equivalent of a simple driftwood training staff, to help keep any thieving creatures away from the nests of kaleidoshell eggs - though they recommend that you do so peacefully, if possible.
Get Carried Away
Or you can brave the sea waters with the Jormun, instead. With the help of the sne'akleriad pendant, your new, aquatic shape will allow you to navigate the waters just as easily as they. Whether you intend to make use of this new skill to go roaming about and explore some of Ensō's uncharted ocean squares, take a look at that underwater structure that's been sighted before, or just have a joyous time beneath the waves with your new scaly, tentacled, flippered, or be-gilled form, the choice is yours.
In the meantime, the following links may prove handy:
[ ♆ ] OOC Event Info and Plotting Post
[ ♆ ] Underwater City Exploration Page
[ ♆ ] Jormun NPC Information
[ ♆ ] Ensō's Locations Page
Event Timeline
[ ♆ ] July 8th: The Jormun and the kaleidoshells return to Ensō's shores
[ ♆ ] July 10th: Underwater exploration begins
[ ♆ ] July 17th: Part Two of our second year anniversary Test Drive Meme goes up
[ ♆ ] July 20th: Monthly Storytelling occurs
[ ♆ ] July 22nd: The final island in this voting round appears
[ ♆ ] July 25th: The Jormun return to their home beneath the waves
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
yasha nydoorin / ota
02: holy shit, here comes that fin!
03: sharks exist, in real life (woah)
04: wildcard (at the academy awards; he was robbed)
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[Unfortunately, Yasha's appeals are heard by one terrible goblin on the beach and she has answers-they just aren't accurate or good. But she kneels down and points at the little cracks, taking care to not touch them in the slightest. She remembers!!]
Then they run to the ocean and play there for a long time.
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Also Yasha is around here so, uh, idk, that could be,,, a factor,,,
Beau is more decked out than just a tail, scales extending over arms and up her stomach, but she doesn't seem to care. The extra fins on the sides are helping with stability too, which is much appreciated through this ordeal.]
Uhh, all of it, pretty sure. Like all the way down. They said this was for diving, so.
[Like, might as well push this to the limits when there aren't any stakes, right?]
We can just see what looks cool, too. Only time I was ever under like this I got possessed and fought a ghost girl, so this is probably better.
[... Right.]
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[Tim might not be easily recognizable, given that his skin seems to have assumed a green-blue tint, scaly and webbed at the ends of his elbows and between each finger. He's fortunate enough to still have two legs, even if they've shifted to something more aquatic. But his voice sounds more or less the same, warped as it is by the water.]
Just be careful. Further down you go, you might run into something that wants to kill you. [Spoken like someone who did, in fact, run into something that wanted to kill him and his traveling buddies.]
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Though she wouldn't mind snacking on this one either.Her gaze trails up that ripped as hell bod and if her scales weren't already a vibrant red? They would be now. Whoof!]At least give it a shot, babe! Water's nice, c'mon!
[Lup would've loved to have a tail suited for sick water stunts, like a dolphin, how dope would that be? But the fiery stripes and huge wing-like spikes on her back more than make up for it. Her whole setup is geared towards speed, which makes sense, considering her dex.
Not waiting for an answer, she drops back underneath the surface and zooms a half-circle around Yasha, a crimson streak in the clear, shallow water.]
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Holy shit.
[Jester runs into the start of the tide because she needs to see this??? Yasha just turned into a fucking fish??? It was amazing???]
Yasha, where do your pants go!? Are the pants inside of you! What does being a fish feel like! Can you breathe air or are you like SUFFOCATING right now!?
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yasha hex become fish
ota
Robotic life in his homeworld has no real concept of nudity, nor any reason to - most go entirely without clothing, or rarely with some random accessory they happen to like. For all that he goes about fairly fully dressed Horatio himself is no different; clothes offer a degree of protection from the elements and something to sew pockets into, and nothing more. So it is without any further thought on the matter that he stands unclothed on the shore, worn and scarred by old misadventures and time, carefully out of the reach of the waves, and warily contemplating a pendant.
He shouldn't do this. This body probably did not endure since the age of Man by getting regularly exposed to saltwater, whatever these new submersible creatures promise will happen to him too, and the small matrix he'd left well-hidden in his temporary house is all the more reason not to take off and do something stupid.
He should do this. He needs supplies and he needs to learn something and he won't get enough of either safe under a roof, telling stories to an eccentric. That small matrix is all the more reason he needs to figure out how to get out of here.
"B'sod," Horatio mutters sourly. He probably is going to do this.
[the change]
What happens next happens fast. His joints begin to twist, the edges of his changing faceplate begin to spread, now water-safe plating growing over his exterior - new lines of code are arising fully-formed in his operating system, like nerves to control unfamiliar limbs - it doesn't hurt but it's everything all at once - is this what Horus felt like? - and it's all he can do to stumble quickly forward on failing legs once his exterior's protected-
The coils of a long, segmented robot body thrash above the shallow waves for a moment like a drunken serpent. He wiggles experimentally once, twice - a nearby Jormun reaches out and pulls helpfully at his tail, dragging him a little into deeper water - and then his new propulsion system sorts itself out and he's off. It's clumsy at first, but he'll get it.
[the sea]
Having first carefully noted the thirty-hour countdown in his internal systems, he lingers near the island, practicing. It really is like flexing new limbs; the seemingly limbless shape he's taken is deceptively full of tools and attachments. He practically is an arm now (he'd never hear the end of it), or an arm that can switch out simple grasping hands from each end of itself, or...something. Another repair and maintenance robot, for certain.
His glowing blue eyes are brighter now, and they cast small twin beams ahead of himself as he sinuously cruises along, peering at unfamiliar objects in the sand and watching the others try out their new shapes. While going down his own checklist he attempts to test his voice, but accidentally blurts out a high-frequency short-range sonar ping that earns him a startled look from several nearby Jormun. "Ugh," he manages. "Sorry about that."
Okay. Okay, though. This is extremely weird, but it actually isn't horrible. And the weightlessness almost feels right.
((OOC: Horatio's alternate form is loosely based on the Eelume robot, shown in action here. He'll be swimming around, exploring, or his usual biped self back on land resting/being confused by turtles/chilling at a mana pool while the pendant gets recharged. If you want a specific starter or to do a Search or something, gimme a nudge!))
shore
And as she watches this robot stand on shore, seemingly debating whether or not to wear the treasure, she realizes another problem-electricity and water don't mix?? Usually?? Almost always?? The robots in her world didn't fare well under the harsh conditions the apocalypse left behind and she's seen more than one short-circuit in front of her.
It's just not a good idea. That's the thing. And she voices that concern with a quiet, horrible question.
"Do you eat electricity?"
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Sea
that water-bot is amazing, excellent choice
Thanks! I also considered one that looked like a manta ray, but I like the undulating fins better
it's hypnotic, I can't look away! also can I see the manta bot
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beau | ota | ill match format!
[Beau hasn't yet hit being here for a full year- though she is coming close- but still, she missed these multicolored beings before. But she remembers the Jormun from their sick party last fall, so of course she's there when they reappear. They don't need to provide her her own stick- she's got one, thanks- but their task this time is much more... calming.
When Beau originally came to Enso, she had never seen the ocean. After a trip back to live on a boat for three months, the calming presence of the seashore is still a place she likes to be. So interestingly enough, Beau is not here brandishing her bo, loudly fighting off anyone in her path.
She's sitting, eyes closed and legs crossed, and meditating.
But if anyone gets within about 5 feet, she'll open one eye, trying to determine if they're a threat.]
Hey. Don't step on the eggs.
[Well, it's one kind of defense.]
ii. [the pendant] we are falling but not alone
[Beau isn't incredibly unaccustomed to the idea of changing her form- Caleb has enlarged her before into a much bigger version of herself, and she's been a beast once or twice to make a quick battle escape. It's a little weird, but her life is already so goddamn weird she might as well take the opportunity to be a fish person. Besides, it's kind of like a personality test, right? Something something attributes that fit you from animals or whatever. Could just be cool to find out.
Beau knows how this polymorph thing works, so when the Jormun inform her she's not gonna have legs anytime soon, she sits down first as she talks to them.]
Hey, do I have to be naked for this to work? Do I need to take off my pants, or-- oh, cool, it's fine, yeah.
[She has priorities, okay. But she slips the pendant on as quick as nothing, expecting to just sort of have everything rearrange, and... well, it's at least half expected. What isn't anticipated is the way the scales don't stop at her legs, trailing up her front and down her arms, and how she's forced to roll over in a weird flop as a fin emerges right where she was sitting. Beau simply blinks at it as it happens, trying to put this all together.]
... Okay, so wait, what fish is that?
iii. [ocean waves] we will take the best parts of ourselves and make them gold
[If she's gonna go explore some underwater ruins, she better figure out what she can do in here. Beau has shed most of her gear except for her staff still swung with her strap over her back, just doing loops in the water as she starts trying to get a feel for this. Interestingly though, she's not doing a lot of swimming, but a lot of distinct arm motions instead.
Look, in her world, sometimes this comes with magic. She's kind of hoping she has water warping powers. And until she figures out she doesn't, people can come watch Beau moving her arms around like some kind of fantasy wizard and making "woosh" noises with her mouth.
She doesn't know how to do magic, okay. This is close enough.]
iv. [wildcard] we are breathing and letting go
[Want to do something else with Beau? Hit me up over PM or through
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She ambles closer and closer and closer, trying to get a direct look at her, without grabbing her attention. Just in case. You never know.
But then one eye snaps open, she stops mid-step and-
Oh, it is her.]
I won't hurt the babies. I promise. I don't want to eat them.
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kravitz | ota | i'll match format!!
[It's odd to see the kaleidoshells appear again, like an acknowledgement of the time that's passed. He remembers their first occurrence- or at least, the first one he remembers- and to be told that it's been a year since then is a bit sobering to experience. He had an idea in his records, of course, but-- this is different. Things are always just a little different.
He can't really sketch, but he's become recently dedicated to writing down just as much as he can, so he's at least attempting. Kravitz is sitting down by the waves, shoes off with his feet in the sand, hair tied back and the top of his shirt unbuttoned, trying to figure out how to draw one of these multicolored turtles.
It's a far cry from where he was last year. But it's quiet. And for once... he's comfortable.
That's nice.]
ii. [the water] i saw that day / lost my mind
[There's nothing about him that can stay still for long, so as soon as the Jormun offer an opportunity to dig into some secrets he is all over it. But first, of course, that requires learning how to swim in the way they need him to. It's not that he doesn't know how to swim, it's just... a little difficult. Ironically, the tail helps him to remember it's a different sensation than drowning, a new experience he doesn't have to worry about, but that doesn't make him less clumsy.
Instead, he's in the water but not under it, just sort of flexing new appendages and trying to stretch new muscles. In place of his legs he now sports a powerful shark tail, multiple fins lending for balance with translucent skin showing the outline of bone underneath in the sun. It's fascinating in a certain respect to see what this magic thinks of him, the way it would interpret his life. But it's also just... odd.
So he's not swimming quite yet. Just taking it in. And you know, he's wet and not super clothed, so if you happen to enjoy that, it's also happening. Happy beach day!]
iii. [the library; after the 12th, network/action] don't stop the bud when it comes / it's the dawn, you'll see
[Kravitz isn't sure what he expected to find when he went down there, but this was not it. He can't very well write underwater, so resurgence means copying everything he can from memory as soon as he can. Primarily, he's trying to recreate and fine tune rough sketches of the murals under the water, but he also takes the time to pick up his iStone and send out a quick message to everyone.]
If anyone else has traveled below the water, I would like to know what you've found. Please, come by the library as soon as you are able or pass your information to someone who can.
[He's determined not to lose information this time-- hopefully, he can get it all down before any kind of catastrophe sidelines them.]
[ooc: Please feel free to respond to this prompt with a network format, so just specify if you're responding with text, voice, or action!]
iv. [wildcard] 'cause I do know love / from you then, just dying
[Want to do something else with Kravitz? Hit me up over PM or through
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Well, it's not fine.
But the one added benefit to having her uncle become an ocean creature is that she can finally offer some solace to a creature under their care.
So she saw him transform, abruptly left and when she returns there's a very familiar, highly decorated container in her hands with an extremely angry lobster inside. There was probably a lot of turbulence on her way over.
Anyway, she holds up container like she's announcing Simba to the world and yells-]
Hey, hey-you're related now. You can talk to Lobstar. You have to ask it something.
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[closed to taako and lup, the 16th]
Ginko | partially open!
The return of the kaleidoshells is a hell of a reminder of just how long Ginko and those he knows here have been trapped on the archipelago - but that doesn’t make the event itself any less exciting. With the beautiful turtles returning to the beaches, Ginko starts spending more time by the shoreline, waving predators away from their nests when necessary.
Predators, and also his own tigerlily, who seems absolutely determined to hassle turtles and eggs alike as much as she can get away with. Ginko lets out a rumbling, exasperated sigh and steps between Tanpo and a nest that she seems determined to dig into. “Come on, now. You don’t even eat, you’ve got no excuse.”
B - Shallows - OTA
Ginko waits a while before trying out the pendant. He’s curious, certainly - about the pendant itself, and about the sea surrounding the island. But the last world he was in left him with far more experience with having his body changed than he would like, and he’s… kind of reluctant to jump right in, so to speak.
Eventually, though, he figures it’s about time he stops stalling and tries it out. He’s relieved to find, on that first time, that it certainly doesn’t hurt as much as most of the changes that hit him in Ryslig; it’s bizarre, certainly, having the bulky rocks and fur on his back vanish and his legs join into a long, swirling tail, covered with faintly luminescent white scales that spread up his torso and over his arms.
Once he settles into it, though, it’s a pretty exciting new opportunity, and he keeps making occasional trips out into the water, enjoying the novelty of being able to speed through the sea so easily.
It’s certainly a hell of a change from being weighed down by all those rocks.
C - Closed to Epsilon - investigation
Wow, Ginko… already hates this.
He drifts hesitantly toward a dilapidated doorway, peering into what he can see of the building’s interior. Doors. Anemones. More doors, and more anemones - which, while fascinating, aren’t quite enough to outweigh how goddamn creepy this place is.
Whatever is in here, he’s not sure he wants to see it… but he’s not sure he can justify backing off without checking, either.
He turns to Epsilon, flicking his silvery tail hesitantly. “...We’d better take a look, huh?”
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Besides, the rare luxury of examining brilliant corals and swaying anemones is worth the inconvenience, in his opinion. His long hair is a little more difficult, and for the first time in his life, he considers tying it back--outside of sheltered spaces like this building, it goes wherever the current takes it.
This building, with its empty, square spaces and dark, still corridors... he can tell it makes Ginko nervous. Something personal, maybe. He hopes it will be some consolation when he gives the Mer-Troll (what a combination of words) a sympathetic glance.
"What a sad and lonely place."
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Erika Fisher | OTA | Shallows
But, in the meantime, being a fish for a while sounds rad as hell and she’s got to try this out.
Before long, Erika is swimming in quick little circles in the shallow water, testing out the brightly-colored tail that’s replaced her legs. She pops her head out of the water after a bit, grinning, to check how far she is from shore. “Okay, this is so much cooler than just lookin’ at the water from up top.”
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Looks like we match!
[ He says, wiggling his own rainbow of betta fins. ]
What do you think of this?
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Héctor | ota
The weather has eroded the older creations, others have been knocked down by the man himself, but there's still plenty left. Sand buildings, sand people, sand alebrijes--mixed up critters everywhere! One seems to be guarding a pile of 'treasure', the very best shells he's been able to find.
For whatever reason rattling around in his empty skull, he's neglected to take off the pendant. He'd been swimming some earlier, collecting shells until he felt tired. It is tiring, even with the pendant's magic making him buoyant.
His fish tail is all bones. It's not weighing him down much, and he's not all that slower than normal, the way that tricky fibula is always popping out when he walks. Best transformation yet, in his opinion. It's almost fun. He may regret it later, as his dorsal spines have ripped right through his favorite shirt.]
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Did you make this?
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Mollymauk Tealeaf • OTA
[ This seemed like a fairly simple task, if anything. It looked like these mer-people were trusted by some of the older residents, so Molly sits down in the sand next to a nest and just watches it for a while - enjoying the way the turtles shimmered as they returned to the sea. This was almost decadent, spending his time in the sun.
The eggs were lovely too, and he idly wonders if he can makes something with the egg shells after they hatch. He's been making a lot of island jewelry lately, since his delicate ones just weren't surviving the islands. Maybe some danglies in his horns, or an earring?
Any creatures that tries to harm them is going to get a snarl of painful Infernal. It's not enough to kill any predators, but it definitely keeps them away. It doesn't hurt any passerbys either, even if it is a very frightening language. ]
Sorry about that. Do you want to sit with me?
II.
[ He will never trust this place, but there's something about exploring the ocean down here that he cannot resist. Who knew if they would find a way out, after all?
Molly has absolutely no shame about arriving naked, grinning as he enters the waters. The feeling of his legs sticking together and then becoming a tail is not exactly comfortable and he gasps loudly. For a moment he definitely regrets his decision - and then there is color all around him.
Mollymauk is all beautiful delicate fins, colors all over the place. It's perfect for him, and he's definitely preening a bit as he tries to get used to the new muscles. ]
This is exciting!
[ Swirling around, he then dives down into the water, laughing. ]
III.
[ Wildcard! ]
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That's fine Molly!!! Whatever!!! Speak your infernal or forever hold your peace or something.]
Yes, I want to stay with you.
[BUT!!! The heck was that!!]
Were you talking to to the turtles?
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tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting
[Make sure you can't light anything up in a good thirty hours.]
[The moment he slips the pendant on over his head, the scales and fins erupt in rashes of green and blue up along the lengths of his arms and legs. Tim leans back, puts his arms in front of him, as he watches his fingers sharpen into claw-tipped points, his hands growing webbed and pale turquoise. The finlike protrusions from his elbows, legs, ears, and the swell of his stomach don't hurt to touch, but it's an adjustment to not have...hair there anymore.]
[Overall, he's just glad that he still has legs, even if the gills around his throat feel like an inescapable vulnerability. Maybe he can breathe a little better under the water than he can on land.]
[Mostly he stays to the shallows while he adjusts to being a bit more dynamic in the water than he's used to. It's easier, if he can look up and see the sun.]
[(Still remembers what it was like, floundering beneath the water, screaming and inhaling lungfuls of bubbles instead, the pressure of being drowned alive that made his vision go dark and his ears start ringing - )]
[(Still remembers seawater flooding the cage and the way it sloshed into the knife buried in his guts as he choked - )]
[Sometimes he breaches the surface with a gasp, his heart hammering in his chest, like someone who's been drowning, his eyes wild. Trying not to panic. Trying not to remember what it was like to drown - to almost drown?]
[Maybe he did drown.]
[Can't remember.]
[Just - cut it out. He can't do anything with this if he lets it arrest him before he's even seen what's worth picking through down there.]
[Just breathe.]
[There was definitely civilization here, once. He's not an archaeologist, so he can't exactly say how long it's been sunken down here, but he's willing to put his money on it being a while. The fact that the shapes of an ancient farmland have remained is probably nothing short of miraculous.]
[Then again, he's currently an aquatic version of himself thanks to a magic necklace given to him by some fish people. Miraculous is just his current state of being.]
[Unfortunately, the focus isn't on uncovering what might be here. Not at the moment. At the moment, Tim's swimming away as fast as he can, fumbling with something that he's kept in his belt, which seems to have been transformed into a makeshift holster for his weaponry. He swings around with a bone knife upraised.]
[He's got a couple of Grimlings swimming after him, teeth bared in inaudible snarls, and he's a bit outnumbered.]
[Not that it's about to stop him from putting up the best fight he can.]
[Aside from the objects that he, Ed, and Roman managed to dig up from the ocean floor, the place also hosted a number of animal bones. They seem a bit too ancient to be useful, but that doesn't mean Tim's not going to bring them up anyway. Maybe someone else can make something better of them than he can.]
[The mid-day finds him yanking his pendant off as he wearily trudges up the slope of the beach to reach his pack so he can immediately dig through it for a shirt, coughing all the way. On the sand, he drops a number of old fragments of animal bone, so waterlogged that they don't even rattle as they land.]
[God, he wants a smoke.]
[He doesn't get one. Instead he drops down onto the sand and draws his knees up, folds his elbows across them, and lets his forehead fall forward across them, shutting his eyes.]
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So more often than not, she trawls the beachside waiting for people to come back up. There's a very real fear someone might catch them in a fishing net or hook and she wants to make sure islanders know that certain people aren't food. Thankfully, she hasn't had to deter that mindset just yet. But it doesn't stop her from stressing, and worrying every hour that her friends and family are under the surface.
So while she's sympathetic to how exhausted Tim looks, he shouldn't have gone down there. No one should be. What's there to look for? Problems. And they have none of that shoreside right now, so why add to that nonexistent pile?
She doesn't bother looking at the weird treasures just yet-instead she kneels to the ground in front of him, trying to get a look at his face.]
Can you breathe air again? Do you want me to throw water on you?
[Does he still have GILLS.]
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the drifter | ota | i'll match your format!
[Without any hesitation whatsoever, down they go.]
[It takes a bit of time to adjust; a bit of time to learn how to flip their tail and adjust their trajectory. Their hard light blade appears to function well enough beneath the water, but prior to plummeting lower into the ocean, they are careful to gauge the swing and momentum of their weapon. Manipulating a weapon underwater is significantly different from doing so in the open air.]
[Before ever embarking in more thorough searches below, the Drifter can be seen dueling invisible opponents, adjusting to their new shape, relearning the timing of the swings of their sword.]
[The time they took to adjust to combat beneath the waves turns out to be well-reasoned; at least one expedition has turned up a creature that's required their attention in that regard.]
[It is now their personal desire to cut to pieces any Murk that they encounter from here on out. They are adept at avoiding being seized by any one of them, but there are an awful lot of them down here, on the ocean floor.]
[They may not be visibly grateful for any assistance, but that may yet be needed nonetheless.]
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Their only ranged weapon is the widow, which is unsuitable for underwater use.
Their tactics, as a result, are rather unorthodox: instead of dodging them, they seek to crush them and tear off their limbs through raw strength.
And thus, when assistance comes, it will be in the form of a large, snarling (at least, their chatter sounds like a snarl), robot charging the nearest Murk and beating it with an arm they tore from another.)
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Izuku "Deku" Midoriya | OTA
[Honestly, Izuku's not entirely sure about this whole "morph into a sea creature" thing. It just seems like the sort of thing that could go really wrong, really easily. But there's a sunken city out there, and it could hold answers for getting home, so here he is. Standing in the ocean and putting on an "enchanted" Quirk-pendant.]
So, um, how fast does this woooOOHCRAP-
[-and immediately going face-first into the water.
This is his life. At least the Jormun keep his head up so he doesn't drown while growing gills, that'd be the most embarrassing way to go.
He's kind of glad he fell this way, admittedly; it's a lot easier to deal with the way the transformation feels when he isn't also watching it happen. At the end of it, he's an odd mix of fish and mammal, spine-riddled fins sprouting from green seal-patterned skin.
He carefully lifts the end of his tail from the water, staring in bafflement at the symmetrical pair of fins set on opposite sides of the tip. How does that work?!]
B) Sand and surf
[Izuku had always assumed that mermaids were supposed to have scales. The ningyo in some of the stories he heard as a kid did, at least, and Western mermaids didn't seem to look that different tail-wise. Yet he's still all skin. Weird, slippery, sorta rubbery skin, sure, but still just skin.
After some very concerned testing (read: holding one arm up out of the water very awkwardly and trying to not move) he at least knows it's not like dolphin or whale skin. Being dry is uncomfortable, and he gets really hot really fast, but it doesn't seem to be harmful. This is good, because as fit as he is he can only swim for so long before he gets tired, and he's not quite ready to stop practicing just yet.
So instead of coming ashore for a break, Izuku finds a rock sticking out of the water not far from where the kaleidoshell nests are and hauls himself onto it. It's close enough that he can watch for babies hatching and still out deep enough that he can dive right back in once he's done with his break. It's covered in loose sea grass, which actually doesn't feel as weird as he expected; the few clumps that end up washing over top of him even help him cool down.
This feels nice. Really, really nice. "Long soak in a warm bath" nice. He feels like he could even fall asleep like this...]
C) Attn Science: Invent Waterproof Paper Pls
[He thought it'd be a smart idea to bring something to carry back anything small enough to pile up. Swimming with something in his hands is next to impossible, and if they find more than one thing they shouldn't have to worry about needing to choose. Also, it'd just really, really suck if they got almost back to the surface and dropped something.
He hadn't considered that trying to find something he could swim with and carry things in would be so awkward.
After some failed experiments with his knapsack, Izuku has turned to his most trustworthy ally - extensive, niche research. Armed with the help of his new favorite book in the library, he manages to rig up the world's saddest homemade basket and some plant-cord straps. Now he's back on the beach and ready to test it.]
...please don't fall apart when you get wet.
D) Wildcard!
[Feel free to hit me up at
C)
Someone or something cries out from a nearby tree, its leaves vigorously rustling as nine-and-a-bit-feet worth of lanky, bag-wearing humanoid suddenly falls from within the branches and hits the ground with a resounding thud, kicking up a dust cloud and sending the good doctor's limbs flailing about like a ragdoll.
"...damn it."
Capping off his curse with a frustrated huff, he systematically untangles his limbs with the kind of coordination a contortionist would kill for. Or at least, he would, but halfway through the process Faust notices he's currently performing for an audience.
For a moment, he just blankly stares back at the young man and his handicraft, before-
"Good afternoon, young man! It's a wonderful day to be out and about, is it not?"
...on the bright side, whatever grievances Faust had with this tree seem to have evaporated at the sight of a potentially familiar face. He's still not making any further attempts to unravel his limbs, though.
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[Okay. He doesn't know these Weird Fish People, and he doesn't like or trust them off the bat by any means. But, seeing as people that aren't him who have been here longer do like and trust them, he...gradually relaxes around the ACTUAL MERPEOPLE.
So the sea turtles are a nice distraction. They're just...they're so pretty. The way they glitter in all colors of the rainbow. There's other stuff going on, he guesses, but he isn't really paying attention. Oh man, are they laying eggs? Is this like those nature documentaries where all the birds and stoats and...whatever eat all the babies when they go skittering to the surf?
...Hm. Eggs. Are...are turtle eggs edible? Would people eat turtle eggs? Does Denny need eggs? There aren't chickens around, that he's aware of, but there are definitely those giant bird chocobo things... And. Are the turtles edible? Should they be culling the herd and--oh, man, what about like...making stuff out of their shells? Imagine everyone having a rainbow shield! That'd be awesome!
So if you see a robot considering a pile of eggs, or slowly following a turt as if pondering how to pick up the thing, then...maybe tell him to knock it off. Or whack him one. Before he starts fucking with the endangered species.]
ii. subs gonna sub
[Do not be alarmed by the friend and boy trying to figure out how to swim when his back half is like a mini one-person sub. He's plenty alarmed already. His front half is more or less the same from chest up, but the back half...]
What the fuck with this magic fuck where are my legs I should've just walked to Atlantis aaaaaaaaaa-
[Yeah, it's basically that for a while. He apparently summoned up the courage to get some Weird Fish People Magic from the Weird Fish People and now he's this. Look at him chugging along. Nyoom. Hey, it's faster than if he was walking the ocean floor, but he's still considering it nonetheless.
Once he does get the hang of it, he's going...going...wait, where is he going? Out there, apparently. To see what lies beyond the edge.
(Spoilers, he just ends up back at Enso, and it really is fucking with him.)]
Well jesus, at least we know this earth is round, but that's ridiculous!
iii. explorers gonna explore (for Ardyn)
[But Atlantis, which is what he's calling it because it's a sunk-ass city what else is he gonna call it, still needs exploring and poking at. And he wrangles Ardyn into it. Or...Ardyn wrangles him? It is Unclear, but they're in it together for shits and giggles apparently.]
Man...why do you get to look so cool and I'm this. Would it have killed the freaky fish people to magic the robot man up an actual mermaid tail or something? Or made me like...a shark. Man. A shark with hands, though.
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[The stripes and spines on his tail did a fair bit to conceal the scars running along Ardyn's back, though one in the center of his chest and two puncture wounds on his hands were more visible than he was all that tolerant of. He crossed his arms in either indignation or an attempt to conceal the former, rolling his eyes.]
But, at least I don't look half the magitek nightmare you do.
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agent washington | ota | i'll match your formatting!
[Wash is sat down on the beach, clothed rather than armored, watching one of the larger kaleidoshells haul itself studiously up the sand, with one of the Jormun's wooden sticks in hand.]
Recognize me? No? It's been a full year. We might've run into each other before, last time you guys were here. [He's clearly not anticipating an actual response, but more just...processing this. Processing the last year he's lived through. What's changed, and what hasn't.]
Me? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just fine.
[The kaleidoshell does not respond. It merely drags itself up onto the drier sands and settles down to start laying its eggs.]
[Wash stands with a low groan, stretching until his back pops, and starts eyeing a flock of pterax circling overhead. He shifts his grip on his borrowed staff when some of them start dipping low.]
Just fine.
[At least it's better than being stuck as a cat, or an A.I., adjustment time notwithstanding. Wash's lower body is now almost sharklike, and the rest of his skin has darkened to match. He's a little less enthused to discover that scar tissue carries over between transformations; the webbed, finlike protrusions sprouting from his ears and running from the base of his neck down to his spine are all heavily nicked and frayed at the edges, particularly at the back of his neck. The darker tint to his skin only highlights the twisted ropes of keloid running along his arms, shoulders, and back, and even the shadowy creases of gills seem tattered in places.]
[Wash runs his tongue over his upper teeth. Those are definitely sharper, pointier teeth than he's used to - also sharklike. At least he's still got hair.]
[He might not have much use for guns down here, but he's strapped his shield to his back, and he's got one of his knives on hand, even if that means it'll probably require a thorough cleaning so it doesn't rust once he's back on solid land.]
[He wasn't around in January, see. He's got no idea what's down here.]
[Which is why he quickly finds himself a bit overwhelmed by a group of Tursa, which is just not fair. He's not even anywhere near the wreckage yet. Just low to the seafloor, which is apparently enough to run into a group of them.]
Shit -
[One of them manages to snare his lower shark-half with a net, and his poor adjustment to a lack of legs quickly flips him over. He slashes wildly at the heavy kelp-strands of the net with his knife, but he's not gonna be able to drag himself free in time.]
[He's gotta get his shield off his back, before some of those pointed driftwood spears pierce him through the sternum.]
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So Tex is on the sea floor in armor when she starts to realize something is going on not too far distant. Something violent.
Fighting underwater in armor is nothing like it is on land, though. She can tell the creatures have someone trapped in a net. She's pretty sure this someone is a member of the population that lives on the islands, considering what has been going on with the pendants the Jormun have offered up. So she intervenes, slashing at the apparent leader of the pack and delivering the most walloping punch she can, even with the denseness of being underwater causing her blow to land more slowly than it would have on land. The blow was enough to loosen the leader's grip on the net and Tex takes her knife out to slash at its strands. ]
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Legion | OTA
(They are uncertain at first: though they are primarily composed of polymer, there are enough metal bits in their platform for saltwater corrosion to be a concern.
Should it become serious, there will not be means to repair them.
Perhaps if this item enables organics to breathe underwater, it will protect them as well?)
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(Eventually, they give in, and use the sne'akleriad.
The form they take is, perhaps, closer to a traditional merperson than that of some other robots: their head, shoulders, and arms are the same, but beneath them are two large, undulating fins that continue all the way down the tail that has replaced their legs.
They look like a cross between the robot in the previous link, and this.)
(They glide through the water almost sedately, powered by the graceful rippling of their fins. For now, they're mostly just testing their new form. The movements are incredibly precise, and they've discovered that they can swim backwards and upside down without any effort.)
C)
(Wildcard options go here!)
B to C ish
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Guzma | OTA Unless Specified
[He should be used to the bodily changes, by this point. Guzma should be used to his form being twisted and adjusted to it another mold. This world does it often enough, after all, and usually unwillingly.
Still, the shift in his physique is bizarre and different as he watches the changes happen, having to eventually close his eyes, otherwise he may be sick. His skin becomes dark, like a grey-blue color, and rough as gravel, or sandpaper. Large, vicious looking spike protrude from his forearms and around his hip bones, as well as near the knuckles on his middle and ring finger, a hooked claw protrudes from each hand. Likewise, wing-like--no...more like fin protrusions extend from his forearms, though they're thicker, and more solid. His teeth sharpen to a point, and as the gills come in, Guzma doubles over into the water when he legs begin to melt together, into a powerful tail, also with spikey protrusions, and a dorsal fin along his back. His eyes focus under the water, as he begins to breathe like he normally would, under the slow roll of the shallow water. He looks at himself, his new form, and flexes his tail.]
Garchomp? [Not exactly a bug type, but even Guzma knows the ferocious shark-like Pokemon favored by so many trainers for its raw, brute strength. He grunts, trying to wriggle forward and get used to the shape his body has become.] Guess no one told this place that's a ground type...
[But he's not complaining, and secures the mesh bag he wove prior to this outing more securely around him, pulling out from it a singular Pokeball, and releasing Golisopod into the deeper water, the beam of red light also transforming and shifting to become the large, aquatic insect. Golisopod is at home in the water than Guzma is, and swims around him with ease and grace - much diferent than one would expect o the huge creature.]
Oh, suck it, you dang show off! C'mere and help me get the hang'a this...
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ii. Drifting Away (CLOSED to Beau and Yasha)
[Once he's gotten the hang of moving around in the water with the new - and very different - body shape, Guzma began to dive deeper and deeper with his Pokemon. Thankfully, he can see relatively well in the gloom, granted by the form he's taken, and Golisopod's hearing in the water is unmatched. His antennae can pick up vibrations in the water for quite a distance, and he can even send out a low-frequency vibration himself, like a form of echolocation. That's initially what picks up the two women, one he's....vaguely familiar with. Kind of.
How they decided to team up is anyone's guess, neither Guzma nor Beau are exactly amiable, but maybe it's the two gentler giants that keep the more feisty in tow. Lower and lower them go, past the ruins o buildings and into the deep trenches formed by the collapsed buildings, entering into one area together. Now, the other two may or may not recognize the modernism of the structures and desks, depending on how advanced they are, but it's pretty obvious what this building was.]
It's a school. [Guzma chimes in first, brows knit together with a scowl. How old were the kids that were taught here? Were they actual children? Teenagers? Or was this more like a small college of sorts? Perhaps even mixed? There's no way to tell now, but it still makes Guzma growl. There must have been kids in this place...once. Once. It stings, but there's not much they can do about it, can they? Just keep moving forward. He is, however, on the lookout or anything of interest or of value.
Ren probably would want a trinket, since there's no way in hell she'd come down here. There should be something here, even if it's broken, or damaged...]
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iii. Wave After Wave (CLOSED to Izuku)
[Those fish folk weren't kidding when they said this place was dangerous. Still, there are...things down there. Questions, and possible answers. There's more to be discovered and more to be unearthed about what this world really even is. Why they're here, and how they were taken...and by whom. The second time he goes down, still with his Pokemon lending support and backup, he practically runs into the shrimpy kid who bugged him at the carnival a while back. Or, more realistically, Golisopod runs into him while he has meandered away to chew on some kelp. Guzma, never ar from his Pokemon, and way more protective now hat people could mistake him for a monster and attack, came to a, uh...
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Well. We don't know what. But the larger and older man is tolerating the kid's presence for the moment. Maybe because Golisopod likes him - the big bug usually likes kids, so long as they're not pulling on or kicking him too much - but whatever the case may be, they're floating through the murky waters, peering through the gloom at...perhaps the most dilapidated of buildings within the ruins. The place is wrecked, rubble and columns toppled over, statues laying in pieces, some indistinguishable while others still in the state of decay but...still recognizable as a creature o some sort.
Guzma, of course, moves to the one that looks like an insect, inspecting and trying to rub off some of the algae to get a clearer picture of what kind it could be. Or, more likely, what he can best match it to as a Pokemon in his world.]
Yo, Golisopod, keep an eye out, bud.
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iv. Wildcard!!
[Poke me to think up a custom scenario you wanna do!!]
ii obvs :V
How did this place have enough kids for that? Doesn't look real big.
[Who knows, though-- this may only have been a section of the city. She certainly can't tell.]
You looking for anything specific?
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oh i sure did forget to track this huh
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Keith Kogane | ota
[The glimmer of the Kaleidoshell returning brings a rare smile to his face. He'd been looking forward to it. He hasn't been as social as he should be for a leader of Voltron but...he doesn't have to be a leader here. Not the way he was.
Even that shadow of a man from ten years later had become just Keith. But he doesn't stay to help them out this time. Keith wades into the surf without a backward glance.
He pauses with the pendant from the Jormun in his hands and looks over his shoulder.] Hey, are you coming? Might as well do this together.
B - Down, down, into the deep dark
[Out of all the experiences Keith has had this one is the oddest. The unpleasant ones he doesn't like to think about. The water is dark enough he's glad for the pendant around his neck. He'd never taken it off since it was given to him.
Now it serves its purpose once more. Keith swishes his jet black tail heads for further below him. What he knows about this world flits through his mind. The Jormun had said how far down it is...
He sweeps up in a circle to see who else is coming and draws his Marmoran blade. It glows a faint purple as he turns it into a sword. Getting used to the claws on his fingers is a lot easier than he wants to admit. For anyone used to seeing him with sharper ears, glowing yellow eyes and sharper teeth, this is hardly new. His light shines on, like a small ray of light in the endless dark.]
C - Search the Spires (Castor, Drifter, Zidane)
[The tall spires of the building had drawn his eye and he isn't alone in that. Keith floats in the water near the side. The changes to Keith aren't subtle. Scales run down the back of his neck and along his arms and back. His hair is an odd mix of black, red, and gold. His scales. His fins sport the same coloration. He stares at his hands for a moment and drops them.]
Any idea how to get inside? ...other than smashing our way in.
[It wouldn't be a bad idea to do that. But he wants to exhaust their other options first.] I have a light so, we can and should examine it first.
D - Wild card
[Got an idea? Pm me if you want to plot it out. Or we can just wing it! I'll write a custom starter for you if you'd like that.]
TEAM KNOCK IT DOWN LET'S DO THIS!
In the meantime, he paid attention to what Keith said, darted his eyes around what he could see of the spires and turned back to the group.]
I'm with Keith. Let's look around. Find a door or window that isn't locked or so rusty that it's hard to open. Then we can consider other options. [Like trying to open a lock with whatever they have on them. And if everything fails, try and break down the door or window with his arms and the blue fish tail he now has.] Either way, let's make sure we stick together!
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Bucky Barnes | OTA
[Ah... it's been a long time since he's seen the beautiful turtles. The first time was in that strange dream, before he'd woken up on the island proper. It's that reason that makes Bucky wander closer, taking his chances, assuming the turtles are as peaceful as they were in the dream, slowly making his way towards the kaleidoshells, careful to avoid harming any of the eggs buried in the sand.
It's not long at all before he's been given a training staff— a far less fatal weapon than his fist, looking for all the world like he's ready to chase off any hungry birds who venture too close to the nests.]
Get Carried Away
[Okay, so, it's been a very long time since Bucky last swam for pleasure. It was 1935 and he was 18 long time ago.
The idea of being able to swim for a long period of time, without needing to resurface to breath, or worry about something as horrible as the bends actually sounds really nice.
But at the same time... he's really not sure he wants to be half fish for even part of the time. Which is why, while still holding onto the pendant he'll approach people.]
You taken this for a spin yet? Lookin' to see what I'm getting into.
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[Michael seems a little curious about the whole thing, but well - he's got enough to keep him busy up here.]
The idea of something other than me altering my physical body is strange. That, and I never spent much time swimming in this thing. [...still talking about his body, it seems]
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tw: suicidal imagery?
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Herbert West | one open, one closed to Erika
Despite a year of interacting with fantastical biology, Herbert still finds himself irritated by the concept of a mermaid. What's the point? Why does it blend a fish with a mammal so often instead of the marginally more sensible mammal on mammal construction? Luckily for Herbert, wearing the pendant doesn't turn him into a merman.
Unluckily for Herbert, what it does turn him into is an awful lavender-grey corpselike fishman thing. He looks pale and slightly veiny with trailing frond things across his body and he's kept his ropelike tentacle tail. The effect is gross and slightly eldritch, magnified by a film over his eyes that apparently lets him see underwater without having to find a method to strap his glasses to his head. (Above water is even blurrier but he doesn't intend to wear the pendant above water, so that doesn't matter to him.)
Before going exploring, Herbert's decided to practise a little in his new form, so while you're swimming, at any point, you might suddenly encounter an awful corpse-man, swimming around in a shirt, tie and trousers. He refuses to get any nakeder, but it makes him look even more like a zombie, especially with how bad his swimming is.
Closed | a trip for Erika to regret agreeing to immediately
Herbert chooses a site that nobody seems to be swimming around or towards. Or in. If there was ever a ceiling it's gone now, which is ideal. He'd prefer to be left to his exploration alone.
Or, nearly alone, he isn't so foolish as to go in without first acquiring some Muscle, which, lacking an available Dan, means he's gone for Erika instead. A vastly imperfect replacement but his choices are limited. He's better at swimming than he was this morning, using his tail for extra speed and manoeuvrability and only progressing with minimal awkwardness as he makes his way diagonally downwards to the closest corner of the space.
"It seems, unlikely we'll find anything," he notes, feeling a twinge of irritation at the fact his voice can travel underwater like this. It's fine. Magical interaction, clearly, it's fine. "But in my experience, a place being, 'cursed' means it must have something."
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"Rrrright. Everyone knows that you should definitely get right up on cursed shit, just, as soon as you can." She is, of course, not actually protesting, but also: Just saying. Pretty wild reasoning there.
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Marvus Xoloto | open + for Karako
1. Marvus wants to borrow one of those sick pendants and go exploring.
2. Marvus can't afford to mess up his only outfit here.
3. But he also can't afford to let island peeps see him carefully fold and stash his outfit like he gives a fxxk about it.
This leaves him with pretty much one option here.
Outfit and cane carefully stored inside an empty shack, Marvus strolls through the forest to the north-eastern beach, naked but for his facepaint. There's not much to see, troll junk is tucked away when not in use and it makes him look a little bit like a bara Ken-doll. He's smiling lazily as always as he settles down on the wet sand where the ocean washes up over the beach, parallel to the water. He has one knee up and his forearm resting on it, pendant gripped in his hand.
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His upper body is slightly tilted toward the treeline, calmly keeping an eye out for new arrivals. Anyone who shows up is greeted by a wide, pointy smile and a "'eyyy fam, you here for this under the sea adventure too? Got to say I'm more than ready to get my azzz underwater, lol. It's toasty out here."
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Karako's arrival warrants one of Marvus' real smiles, even though it's difficult to tell for even the longtime Xoloto connoisseur. "Li'l buddy!" he proclaims, pushing himself up to his feet. His spinal crevice is all sand-crammed, gross. He can't wait to get in the water.
"How you feelin'? You up for this clownfish biz?"
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The Drifter is fortunately they currently have legs. They bolt for this clown-shaped clown with an unerring accuracy before skidding to a halt only a few feet away. It's the small, curious object hovering at their shoulder that has to communicate for them in the way of holographic text on a projected HUD, but there's nonetheless an urgency to their addressing of this poor, unknowing clown.
you
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EXCEEDINGLY LATE
[It doesn’t take long for Rin to get adjusted to the new form. A flick of a tail is all it takes, and he can zoom even faster using his wings, which more properly resemble some sort of fins now. He has a satchel for whatever goodies they find, and Kurikara at his side]
Alright! Let’s… uh… how about that building? I don’t think anyone’s looked there, yet.
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[I’m so late to this, I can’t brain a decently written prompt, so Rin is playing witht he pendant, exploring the waves, and hanging out on the sand when he’s not transformed. Actually, he’s in the water more than he’s not, it seems like…
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Don't get lost, nii-san.
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