uhmani | TDM #7

If the main hub and its features don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.

Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the resident deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine! You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities. Even if you do complain, The Peacekeeper will encourage others to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.

Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!

It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.

Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.

A FOUL WIND BLOWS

For the last couple of weeks, The Peaceekeeper has been relatively quiet save for the mandatory greeting of newcomers. In fact, it doesn't even make the usual announcement that it has before to alert inhabitants of the sudden shift in weather. Blue skies and sunshine gradually begin to darken over. The wind picks up to a frightening gale that will see people likely needing to strap things down and fasten their shutters tight.

However, it's not anything physical that inhabitants will likely end up losing. The forceful rain, wind, and ensuing storm will instead strip away their inhibitions if they're unlucky enough to be caught in it.

What was holding you back, anyway? It's hard to remember or seems so suddenly trivial. It's not an issue anymore. that's for sure! Whether this is about something intimate, secrets kept, or things you know you shouldn't say for any number of reasons don't matter. Self-consciousness and doubt feel like a thing of the past and you're free to chase whatever whims you want!

Hopefully, you won't regret it when the effects wear off in a few day's time.

CLEAN-UP CREW

Although not everyone may be in the mood to buckle down and get to work after the storm blows through, the mess it leaves behind is literal as well as metaphorical. Time to get cleaning! The Peacekeeper has graciously provided a whole host of tools to assist inhabitants in clearing the debris littering the beach and floating in the ocean, including...

Inflatable Rafts

Skimmer Nets

Brushes

GET LAID

Liquid-Air Impulse Device

JUST KEEP SWIMMING

All your hard work hasn't gone unnoticed!

The mermaids that live beneath the waves of Taasunni Beach are extremely grateful that the inhabitants have taken the time and effort to clean up their home. To show their gratitude, they've decided to let everyone experience the beauty of the once-again pristine ocean for themselves!

Upon request, one of the mermaids lounging in the shallows will kiss inhabitants to fill them with magic. This gift will transform them into merfolk themselves for about 6 hours, allowing them to breathe underwater, swim swiftly, and explore or play in the depths to their hearts' content.

Those who indulge in this, especially repeatedly, may find themselves feeling unusually buoyant and free--as though a weight has lifted from their shoulders, and their troubles are simply washing away on the tide.

SEXY STAMP CARD

If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.

Sexy Stamp Card

Issued by: The Peacekeeper

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Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it! NOTES

★ The effects of all the influences can, as always, be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in resistance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc.

★ Please thank Love Bug Infy for helping out with this TDM!

★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!

★ The locations page is undergoing a revamp! While originally I wanted to have it done in time for this test drive meme, that didn't quite happen. But it is coming soon, I promise!

★ Due to moderator error meaning we are over the player limit already and repeated requests, the player cap has been increased to 50. We are currently at 47/50 slots taken! Anyone wishing to claim a character must have an invite and follow the proper rules in place to be accepted into the community.

★ Also in light of that announcement and since I totally forgot the monthly meme due to being sick... Why not check out the ATP/EMP Meme now up? See who others want to try out, enable your friends! Fun all around!

NAVIGATION

F.A.Q. ★ RULES ★ CHARACTER CLAIM ★ LOCATIONS ★ MAIN NAVIGATION

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I Arrival

He's still reeling from the new information, laughing off the Peacekeeper's offer to try to "fix" whatever was going on with him and making for the door. Damn thing doesn't seem to know what to do with the Power of Kings any more than he does. Great.

Of course, he staggers out into the streets and is left looking at the disaster left by the storm and in some ways it is so similar to the destruction wrought by the Empire that he nearly hits his knees again. Exhaustion weighing heavily on him and seeing another place, another world? falling apart at the seams just makes it feel like an endless uphill battle. Especially when raw power still courses through him, red and violet glowing angrily in his veins, small fissures in the skin of his bare arm as the power eats at him.

"Vilg." A hiss of Galahdian as he steps out of the street, lowering himself gingerly down to the stoop of a random building, looking around and shaking his head. Give him a minute. He'll get up and get ~~a drink~~ started soon. "Just don't stop, does it?"

II Clean Up

Look, Nyx is good at a lot of things. Cleaning? Not on that list. Mmm nope. Not at all. He's usually the one making messes not fixing them.

Still he can at least help with the whole getting shit off roofs part of things. It might not be coming down neatly but it'll... be down? Perhaps you catch a flash of blue crackling light, the sound of shattering glass, as he disappears mid jump, flashing back into existence in another burst of light as he catches his kukri and finishes the movement... only now a good three stories up on some balcony. The blade returns to the holster at the small of his back and then he's reaching out to start untangling a fallen tree from the iron railing of the balcony itself.

"Head's up!!" Wouldn't want anyone to get hit by falling debris.

III. Swimming

"Look, it's not that I don't appreciate the offer." Nyx is saying to group of mermaids, some of them staring at him in fascination. Especially now that he's down to a tee shirt that isn't torn half to shreds or burnt away (much) instead of the tattered uniform jacket that lays discarded some way up the beach. "I don't know what to do with the powers I got from the last guy I helped out."

A vague gesture at his glowing, ashy arm. One of the mermaids nods, like that makes sense, but the others don't seem to see what that has to do with anything. "And I dunno what all of this would do in the water. Not that I don't want to go swimming, mind you. I haven't been in the ocean in... too long."

Which only encourages one of them to try to take his hand (the not sort-of-on-fire one) like she might drag him in. Nyx digs in his heels of course, on principle, but he doesn't want to hurt anyone so he casts a glance around, silvery gaze gleaming softly purple as he looks for someone that might be able to help him explain.

Staying at the Tavern has it's advantages. There is the chance to be close to the training center when he's bored and a chance to be by the hub in case anyone he knows might stop in. He doubts that there will be a familiar face but it's something he puts into his new daily routine to check out.

As he is making his way over there is a smell of ash and fire that assaults him so strongly he can't help but try to find the cause of it. If somethings on fire that shouldn't be he needs to fix it. Running around a corner to where the scent is stronger he finds a corpse, no a man burning but still breathing. 'Fuck what the hell happened here?!' he only takes a moment to assess the situation before he's kneeling down next to the other, his gloves coming as quickly as he can. He needs to stop the burning. "Hey..hey you okay? You still there? I'm going to try to fix your arm, okay? It might sting a little."

Squall has seen some nasty wounds before, he's seen people succumb to darkness but this isn't something he's familiar with and something tells him not to physically touch it. He keeps his hands close but far enough away as they glow a faint blue, ice forming to try to stop the heat he can feel coming off the man's arms. It'd not just his arm that looks bad, whatever this man went through was bad and Squall's medical training is kicking in. "Hey, stay with me okay? I want you to talk to me as much as you can. I'm going to try to carry you to the infirmary but I need you conscious. What's your name?"

His magic is hardly working which is odd given how strong it can usually be. It's like the arm is repelling it somehow. The area around them is starting to freeze but the man looks just as bad as when he arrived. 'He needs healing bad.' Casting a curaga next seems to help a bit more but not by much so he puts his gloves back on and turns to the unaffected shoulder, worried eyes looking over the wounds. "Do I have your permission to carry you?"

It's funny, in an ironic, dark, not at all funny kind of way. Someone so keen on trying to help him in some dead world when he's the one that put himself here. Trying to use magic to stop the magic that, while eating him alive, was also the only thing that was? had been? is currently? keeping him alive(?). He's not entirely sure, really. The ice magic actually gets a shake of his head and an honest to gods laugh out of him, the look he flashes up at the younger man almost apologetic.

He still hurts like hell but he's spent the last 12 hours or so getting thrown through and off of buildings, run over, shot at, and stabbed repeatedly. So really, he'd be more surprised if he didn't hurt. The curaga helps more than Squall realizes, though, easing the raging pain in his belly even if it does nothing for the more visible damage of the Lucian magic.

"'m not gonna pass out on you, kid. Don' worry." A smirk and a huff and the sound becomes a cough that turns into him spitting blood on the sidewalk. Huh. Still probably better than just gradually bleeding out and having it replaced by magic. "And 'm not gonna be carried."

No, instead he's going to be a stubborn bastard and try to climb back to his feet, though the knee he'd dislocated earlier in the night gives out and sends him stumbling towards the other man, hopefully to be caught and not just eat shit.

In any other context Squall would have been pissed off at the way Nyx was both treating him and acting but right now being pissed off will help no one. Nyx is way too injured and the more Squall looks at him the more injuries he spots. Another curaga gets casts on him as a whole, a green light appearing for only a moment before vanishing. The usual healing magic of wounds closing before his eyes seems to be non existent and Squall wonders if the magic has healed him internally. If that's the case then Nyx is even worse for wear than he presumed.

"Fine. I'm just trying to help you. You look like shit." He can be a little snarky too but something tells him that the man won't be too upset by his tone. That cough from Nyx sounds nasty and the proceeding blood isn't good either. He doesn't have anything to give him to wipe up so they just have to deal with it for now.

Squall is already standing before Nyx tries to and when he falls on him he is there to hold him up, unaffected except for the blood, dirt and who knows what else now staining his white shirt. He's going to have to clean that later. "Hey you need to take it slow. You don't want to be carried fine, but at least lean on me."

It's odd, had this been years ago this might have been another story since Squall back in the day very much was the same lone wolf 'do everything yourself' kinda man that Nyx seemed to be. He had learned over the years to trust in his friends and that he was stronger together then separate. It looked like Nyx was going to get a quick dose of that if he wanted help and to stop bleeding on the street. Squall shifted them so Nyx was leaning on him, letting the man rest his head against the fur of his jacket for some comfort as he held him around the waist, lifting him a bit to keep weight off the clearly bad leg. "Alright let's get moving."

Casual insults and shit-talking is just how Galahdians show their appreciation Squall, don't worry about it. It's hardly as though Nyx has enough strength to stand on his own two feet, not when his knee is swollen to the point now that it's a miracle he can bend it at all. No, it's nothing but sheer stubborn willpower that gets him upright again and for all he talks shit he doesn't push Squall away. In fact he leans heavily onto the other man, the arm not currently burning with magic slung around him in return, clinging to his jacket and trying not to stumble too badly.

For all that he says he will not be carried he does allow Squall to take the majority of his weight.

"That's what happens when you sign your death warrant." Looking like shit, that is. It's been a significant moment since Squall said that so he'd be forgiven for not understanding what the hell Nyx is on about. "Was fun while it lasted though..." A grunt as that second curaga rolls through him and this time when he coughs he staggers to a stop, choking for a moment before..... something truly horrible comes out of his mouth, hitting the concrete sidewalk and skittering away with a sharp, metallic clinking.

The broad, expanded shell.... of a hollowpoint bullet.

Nyx isn't too heavy on him and a man nearly his height should weigh a bit more. It's concerning that he feels so light and only tells Squall how badly he must be injured and how much he must have lost. Teh way inside is long and when he stops to cough squall's eyes widen when he sees the bullet. 'DID HE JUST COUGH UP A BULLET??? Of all the things he's seen he's never seen someone cough up a bullet. 'Fuck

"....." He lifted Nyx a little bit more off the ground so he could practically carry him from his waist into the building. If this man was coughing up bullets then they needed to move quicker, hurt leg or not. He opened the door for them and let Nyx hop inside, pretty annoyed now at the stubbornness of the other for not letting him carry him but he'd dealt with stubbornness even worse then this unfortunately. "I need your name and you need to tell me exactly what is wrong with you or I can't help you and neither will the healer." It's a little bit of a lie, he knows the healer will still help Nyx but they won't be able to help him as well as they can with no information. "And you need to tell me if you are going to throw up another bullet. I....don't even know how that's possible."

"What isn't wrong with me?" He wheezes another laugh, sardonic and maybe a little bit... unhinged? He's been at death's door for so long now the idea of being saved after being told he's dead, combined with blood loss, pain, and the massive adrenaline crash. It's a wonder he can make coherent sentences at all. He's seen better men fall apart for less.

"You want a list we're gonna be here all day. But... Luche put two more slugs in me. I dunno what the hell you did to make it come up but yeah there might be more. Main thing though, I guess, is uh..." He looks down at his burning arm, still not even realizing the lines of magic fissures in his skin have crawled all the way up to his face.

"You ever put too much juice in an old, small, beat-up battery just to watch it pop?" He flashes Squall a feral grin, definitely a little unhinged, and holds up his hand, flexing his fingers and watching ash flake off to flutter to the floor. Then he presses his lips together and makes a little popping sound as he spreads his fingers back out.

"Didn't exactly think the Old Kings had a plan for after that part."

Well Squall has to agree that yeah everything is probably wrong with this man. He has two more bullets in him and is flaking apart like burnt toast. That is not normal for anyone, he's pretty sure on that honestly. He's actually pretty impressed Nyx is dealing with all this the way he is. He's a strong man himself but he's pretty sure that vomiting bullets would freak him out even.

"Curaga, a healing spell. I don't know if it's actually helping you but...I got maybe two or three more in me before I'm spent. I don't want to have to use all of them on you cause if I do that means you're worse than I'm imaging and I'm not going to be much help after." The grin is a little unnerving but he keeps them moving, needing to reach the infirmary. 'Why is it so far into the building? They need to fix this...' He sees more ash come off Nyx and stops them for a moment so he can cast another curaga onto him, adjusting his hold on Nyx. The last time he casted healing spells this much and this strong had been the 1000 heartless battle and that had exhausted him for a good day after. He really needed to get his stamina up for the drain healing magic pulled from him.

The curagas don't seem to be doing much for the actual burning and flaking apart side of things but the number of internal injuries he's just been gritting his teeth and powering through on spite and adrenaline are... pretty drastic, really. Even without Luche shooting him he's been slammed into and through more things in the last hour than his entire life.

Fuck Drautos.

"Don't hurt yourself over me." He's too used to magic, especially powerful magic, being enough of a drain to knock someone unconscious. Or worse for some of the mages in Crowe's old unit. Those sorts of magics will eat through a person's body so fast. Healing is beyond not only the Glaives but the King himself, even now with magic literally burning through him, he couldn't heal.

"You some kinda oracle or some shit?" Not that even the Princess could heal this sort of damage. That was far beyond her ken. But with that last curaga Nyx's knee at least stops buckling every time he tries to put weight on it. He's able to take some of his own weight back, able to breathe without wheezing.

"I can do with a little fatigue...might help me sleep" He tries to joke back at Nyx but is paying too much attention to the fact the man is walking a little better now. That's good and that's progress. Sure the outside is rough but these curagas are doing something at least. He can manage two more without passing out and debates on using it once more but is going to wait to see what the healers say about Nyx.

He does let him put more weight on his leg for now and isn't holding him as much as he was before. He can tell Nyx likes his independence and he isn't going to rob him of that.

"Not even close...Aerith could do better on healing you. Mine is just basic...I just happen to be good with magic is all." The pair is able to walk quicker to the infirmary thanks to it.

"I'm good at magic. His Majesty is good a-" The sentence is halfway out of his mouth before he chokes on the words, staggering once more but this time it's not because of the pain or injuries. "His Majesty..."

There's something hot and painful in his gaze, unfocused for a moment. The betrayal, the foolishness of it all- it had burned but everything was so sudden, so immediate. Suddenly having a little bit of distance, speaking of Regis, so swiftly remembering the way that fierce determination had bled out of them and now with the knowledge that it was his captain that had shoved the man's body aside, likely left there to rot in the ruins of the Citadel-

For a moment he can't breathe. The agony of loss and betrayal and so many things he hasn't had time to process suddenly sharp in his throat and when he swallows it down, takes another wavering step, he snarls under his breath. His hand moves to his back, looking for a kukri that is no longer there, embedded as it still is in Drautos' heart. (He hopes.) A fact which only pulls another sound from him, fierce and full of rage, and, pain be damned, he turns from Squall's support to instead throw his fist into the wall across from them, lightning crackling around him as he does, blueish purple and sparking in lichtenberg lines up across the surface of the drywall.

His breathing is ragged, he's still in a great deal of pain, but there's so much that runs deeper than any healing spell could manage. For a moment it looks like he might slump, sink to his knees and give into it. But then he steps back, turns, and begins limping down the hall, unaided and somehow burning even hotter with the magic that is eating him alive.

They were so close to the infirmary when Nyx just stops and starts to get upset. Clearly something triggered him and it must be whoever the king was in his world since that was the last thing he said before storming off. The marks on the wall were incredibly impressive if not a little terrifying. Nyx wasn't kidding when he said he was good at magic.

Squall looked at the wall for a moment before going to catch up with Nyx and quickly surpassing him to stop him. He puts his hands on the others chest, mindful not to touch any of the burnt skin. "Stop. You're still limping and now you're burning. I don't know what happened in your world and it's not my business to know but let me at least help you now in the present." There is a fierceness in the way he speaks. He's not going to let Nyx move without his okay even if it means freezing him here, at least then he'd get to fix some of the burning flesh.

Looking at the torn clothing around Nyx's arm he tries once more to freeze it,if only to cool him off. The frost starts to appear on parts of Nyx's clothing but no where he actually wants it to go. Annoyed at himself for being unable to figure out how his magic is being blocked in those spots he gives up and just lets Nyx lean on him once more. At least now they can walk faster. "The moment you are healed I can show you the training area so you can get let loose. Sound like a deal?"

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Mermaids were something Tifa never expected to see in her world or another and yet this beach was full of them. She'd noticed how there were more and more mermaids and less and less people on the beach as time went by. She had seen some go into the water and emerge as mermaids and assumed it had something to do with the water so she stayed away from it for now. While she loved swimming and the thought of being a mermaid was one she would think on she also liked her legs and didn't want to be stuck to the water right now.

She's just minding her business walking along the shore, her shoes and thigh highs in hand as she walks barefoot along the sand. The feel of the wet cold sand under her toes feels good. There is a bit of a commotion up ahead and it draws her attention, garnet eyes widening as she sees a man surrounded by mermaids. At first she doesn't think to interrupt. This is a place where sex happens and is encouraged and for all she knows he's just a lucky man with a bunch of mermaids. As she is turning away from the scene she hears how uncomfortable he is and that is what gets her to head to the scene.

Walking up to the scene she wraps an arm around the man, pulling him close to her so she can whisper in his ear. "Just play along, I'll help you." It's not the first time she's had to act before and she just hopes her display is convincing enough for the mermaids.

"Oh there you are. Sorry ladies he's with me. Maybe some other time you can all play." She gives the mermaids a wink and starts to pull him away, a smile on her face in hopes they will buy her lie.

Or they can just... skip the explaining part. Y'know? That's fine with him. So when the dark haired girl comes over, slick as can be, and gives him the excuse to escape their good intentions he does just that, smiling and giving a cocky wave over his shoulder to the mermaids before they have time to even question it. Before they're too far, though, he does gently remove himself from her guiding hand, taking back a little space. Not that he's uncomfortable around pretty ladies ~~that aren't Galahdian~~ or anything but-

Well he knows damn well as soon as he opens his mouth she's going to be pretty Done with him. Somehow that's always how it works out. Just... ask a certain princess. Or his sister. Or Crowe. Or- well, you get the idea.

"Thought they were about to just throw me in, regardless of what I said." A shrug, just a little awkward. Not unexpected from a man that spends almost all his time with other military boys. "Uh, thanks for that."

She keeps up the act of hanging off his arm and being sweet on him until they are far enough away and it's a mutual parting of the two. She lets out a sigh as she brushes some of her hair behind her ear, a silver drop earring dangling from the action. Her garnet eyes meet his blue ones and it's the first time she's really taking in his appearance. He's a handsome man as far as appearances go, albeit covered in some wounds. Of course the wounds don't bother her, she has her owns and it lets her know she's talking to a warrior of some kind. It does make her curious what exactly happened to him, his arm looks painful still but it's not her place to say.

"I could tell you weren't really comfortable with the situation so I'm glad I was able to help." The awkward feeling is mutual and shifts to pop a hip out, her hands crossed in front of her. "Sorry for grabbing you, it was the only way I could think of to get them to let go of you. I'm Tifa by the way. Are you new here?"

"That obvious huh?" He chuckles softly shaking his head. "Yeah. Name's Nyx Ulric." The polite thing to do is to offer his hand and he even moves like he means to. Then he stops, clenching that hand into a fist, flinching slightly as the healing skin pulls tight. It's old habit that has him falling into a familiar stance, sharp and watchful, hands behind his back. Not quite at attention but it's still a clearly military influenced stance, something regimented and professional.

"Don't worry it wasn't that obvious to most. I'm just good at picking those things up." The smile on her stays as she extends a hand to him but when she notices him falter a delicate eyebrow raises and then she looks at him concerned. She had noticed his arm didn't look all too well but maybe it was hurting him besides looking injured.

"Are you alright Nyx? I don't have any healing materia on me but..." Her smile started to fade into a concerned frown.

"As right as I'm gonna get. It's healing, don't worry about it." He shrugs a little with his good shoulder, ignoring the slow healing welts and peeling skin on the left. For a moment he starts to flounder, searching for another topic, anything other than his own well-being.

"Healing... materia d'you say? What's that?" How many people here have healing magic? Wouldn't that be nice, damn.

"...Alright." She wants to pry, she's inclined to but this isn't Cloud or one of her close friends who she can do that with. He's still someone new and she doesn't want to scare him away. If she keeps him close maybe she can get her answers with some kindness, it's worked on others before. So for now she drops that topic, but only for now.

"Oh, well they are colored crystal spheres that hold magic in them. You equip them to your gear." She lifted her hands, pointing to the empty slot on her gloves where a round indentation was. "I had some before I was here but I guess it didn't come with me here. Sorry about that. Do you have magic where you come from?"

Magic... rocks. Y'know what? Why the hell not. The Crystal was the original source of the Lucian power, after all. "We do... and it sorta comes from a crystal too? But the only ones that can use magic are the royal family. Divine right sorta thing."

He shrugs slightly, lifting his hand to let a little spark of lightning dance between his fingertips. "They can lend their power to others though. It's a huge drain on them but... in war time...." Nyx gives her a look, a slight roll of his eyes as if to say what can you do?

Well that's different but is it really that different from ShinRa? The rich usually have easier access to materia purely because of money, not that they use them though. The materia she gained was all from combat or saving up and she was pretty proud of some of the ones she had gained but it seemed none of them game with her.

The lightning dance without any magic equipped was pretty mesmerizing and she found herself leaning into him a little more to get a closer look. Her arm reached out to touch but she stopped and put it back down. "You're very skilled even if it is borrowed magic. It's impressive, Nyx."

"You can touch. 's light enough that's not gonna hurt you and... if it's-" A vague nod towards his arm. "It looks like shit but it's not really painful anymore."

What is it about lightning that makes people so interested? There's something mesmerizing about the way it arcs between points. Part of why he favors it so much, really.

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[After the days of storms and wet and chill, being out in the sun was nice. He'd never been particularly bothered by the weather before, and to be honest he still wasn't as bothered he could have been, but there was something very nice about feeling the sun kiss his skin. The warmth of the sand under his feet, between his toes.

It could have easily been the after effects of whatever had been in that rain, but that was a worry for another time.

He came upon the kindest argument between mer and man, curiosity in his gaze as he took in the scene. He bent and scooped up a handful of sun-warmed sand, letting it trail slowly back to the beach as he listened....and once the last grain of sand left his hand and the man with the burnt arm was starting to cast around for help with his refusal, he took the few long strides needed to put himself next to the man...

And pushed him into the water.]

[If he had his kukris he might have been able to avoid tumbling face-first into the water. As it stands, with nothing to warp after, he practically belly flops into the water, only to immediately get swarmed by mermaids. Mermaids that swim off giggling when he finally squirms out of their grasp and comes up to the surface. He makes a point of coming up far enough to pull his still-healing arm out of the salt water, cursing under his breath. An irritated glare at the skinny man that had shoved him... and then that glare is turned down to his waist and the series of large purple tentacles that fan out beneath him.]

Oh come on.

[He wants to hunt octopi. Eat them! Not be one.]

[The skinny man who was just standing there with the smallest of smirks on his lips. He was close enough for the water to roll over his bare feet and soak into the tattered ends of his jeans, but he wasn't close enough for the mermaid swarm to turn their attention to him.

Or maybe they just took one look at him and figured that he'd be no fun to play with.]

An interesting development. I haven't seen anyone turn into that variation yet.

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Nyx Ulric | FFXV

Powers of the Gods~ Arrival

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He asked for no Swimming >S

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Swimming

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