07-18-2018, 04:49 PM
What an irregular site. To see a fully grown bigcat getting propelled into the air, through the sky above her and into the water with such an immense splash she was sure even the lost city of Atlantis felt its ripples. And the strangeness furthered when Calypso recognized just who it was; how hilarious of the Typhoon's leader. She wondered if his cigarette was still alight.
Idly, Calypso wandered to the edge of the boardwalk and peered into the water. It was then, watching the back and forward of the waves, that she realized perhaps this wasn't quite a situation worth joking of. There was liquid seeping into the water, not red like the blood she'd seen before, but something similar still. Once Pincher's head broke the surface, there was an edge taken off her worry. She paced down the boardwalk towards the shore in her own time, and it was only when she spotted what stuck out from the Leader that she quickened her pace. Perhaps this was more than just cannonballing into the water.
"Tell me you're immune to this stuff." She says, because otherwise she'd be completely useless in helping him and she didn't join just a few days ago to watch the downfall of the Typhoon's head. "I've never encountered immortality, but up until a few weeks ago I'd never believed in hellhounds, so I suppose it's not entirely impossible." Voice smooth with composure, the pitbull would offer a small smile, something sympathic. He was trembling, but there was no sign that he was dying. She'd seen Death before; it didn't look like sighing with relief. She tried for humor, despite her muscles tense for action and black eyes glancing to the Sea in an attempt to figure out what exactly had attacked Pincher. "Would you like me to pull them out, or is being impaled by spears a Typhoon Accessory I'm unaware of?"
Idly, Calypso wandered to the edge of the boardwalk and peered into the water. It was then, watching the back and forward of the waves, that she realized perhaps this wasn't quite a situation worth joking of. There was liquid seeping into the water, not red like the blood she'd seen before, but something similar still. Once Pincher's head broke the surface, there was an edge taken off her worry. She paced down the boardwalk towards the shore in her own time, and it was only when she spotted what stuck out from the Leader that she quickened her pace. Perhaps this was more than just cannonballing into the water.
"Tell me you're immune to this stuff." She says, because otherwise she'd be completely useless in helping him and she didn't join just a few days ago to watch the downfall of the Typhoon's head. "I've never encountered immortality, but up until a few weeks ago I'd never believed in hellhounds, so I suppose it's not entirely impossible." Voice smooth with composure, the pitbull would offer a small smile, something sympathic. He was trembling, but there was no sign that he was dying. She'd seen Death before; it didn't look like sighing with relief. She tried for humor, despite her muscles tense for action and black eyes glancing to the Sea in an attempt to figure out what exactly had attacked Pincher. "Would you like me to pull them out, or is being impaled by spears a Typhoon Accessory I'm unaware of?"
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