➳ Go For A Swim, Or Don’t
@onethunderthrow
It’s a lovely late summer day on a less-inhabited beach in the Golden Ward, and... something a bit too much like a body tumbled ashore.
He’s more smoke than fire when he initially surfaces but he’s annoyed enough that the saltwater steams off rapidly, trudging back to where he left a few things- his pauldron, mostly, his phone resting inside of it. After it’d been crunched in half during the island catastrophe, he’d gotten in the habit of leaving his cuirass behind, and while he’s lighter without it, he feels more exposed.
Mostly, though, he’s miffed, shooting another look back towards the whirlpools faintly visible at this angle. Swimming isn’t exactly a skill he commands, but the idea of paying to get stuck in transport just for the sake of finding out what was down there- it couldn’t be that hard. He’d gotten just about everywhere back ‘home’, hadn’t he? Spirale couldn’t be more of a challenge.
And, yet, here he was, partially covered in seaweed, having a one-sided glare-down with the ocean. The flames of his ‘head’ flick and curl, slowly drying his clothes, but he’s not making any progress.
Emphatically, he extends a middle finger seaward, and crouches to pick up his one remaining piece of armor before he realizes someone witnessed most of that.
Oh.
