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off the deep end - Deimos - 08-22-2024
Leaving the Marketplace behind, he altered his disposition entirely from human form to monstrous and massive Bakunawa. With the more expansive route, he could unfurl legions of movements – feeling the water shudder and undulate nearby at one of his more behemoth maneuvers, coasting along until the Basin was more than a speck and an outline on the breach.
It seemed exactly the place where a Kraken might lurk, and he could only give the briefest of amused rumbles in his chest – not unlike the one they’d encountered all those years ago, or Remi’s shift amidst the ocean platitudes. Drifting closer, his great maw leaned over the brink, head swinging to indulge his curiosity, and watched as glowing portions began to rapidly gleam and flicker, flaring an incandescence that drew him all the more inward over the otherwise blackened regions.
RE: off the deep end - Sunjata - 08-22-2024
Truthfully, the Flood hasn’t ever ventured out this far – he’s had hardly a need to. But curiosity kills the cat, and as far as he’s concerned Hadama owes him now and shouldn’t be too upset at his wandering through places he’s otherwise left well enough alone. It’s where the orca drifts, breaching for air before diving down and down and down, following along bioluminescent pathways, steel eyes taking in everything that he possibly can, spurred on by a tail fin marked with pale shark bites throughout the blubber.
He's captivated, if it weren’t for the sharp edges he’s careful to avoid – not wanting to give himself even more shark bites in the deep waters he’s in. It’s about the time he sees a shadow of movement below him as he sinks further down toward the basin, a shadow that’s fucking huge and immediately sets him on edge – a discomfort creeping through him that would likely be felt through the Attuned bond (given that Sunjata’s almost positive there’s no attuned’s down here).
He catches a glimpse of the Bakunawa, immediately turning his trajectory to the side, encroaching on those sharp edges that he hopes to not slice himself on, but trying to get his body to be far less noticeable, sinking low and waiting until the shadow passed.
RE: off the deep end - Deimos - 08-23-2024
Make no mistake; depending on the situation, Deimos enjoyed watching the world flinch around him. It might’ve been less likely upon the surface, where multitudes knew who he was, but out here in the brink and the fathoms, with nothing to his figure but the massive barbarity of it all – it was nearly peaceful and liberating all at once.
He shifted his head and watched as another appeared – drifting in along basin roots and glows. But there was an inward grin there when the orca flinched and turned; save for instances later, when reality snapped and clawed at him, his memories chasing over dozens of other lapsing opportunities. He became greatly subdued then, and far more neutral in his endeavors and smugness, upon perceiving who the animal could be. [say]Sunjata?[/say] An inquiry more than anything else; an outreach just in case. He could’ve been incorrect entirely, and was just floating out questions to the masses of animals around him – who wouldn’t be able to decree anything anyway, save for a likely bout of confusion.
RE: off the deep end - Sunjata - 08-25-2024
He isn’t expecting this of all things. The Sunjata? echoed through the attuned bond has the orca hovering against the all of the basin, steel eyes finding the Bakunawa and noticing the difference in how it hovers and glides through the water. It isn’t as much of a threat, but neutral.
Surprise flares through the Attuned bond before the Flood tempers it, pushing away from the sharp wall with a careful flick of his tail, his size dwarfed by that of Deimos’. [say]Deimos?! Fuckin’ hell.[/say] A feeling of laughter seems to chime down the bond before the orca is inspecting the giant shape. [say]What are you?[/say]
RE: off the deep end - Deimos - 08-25-2024
He could feel the shock rampaging through, and were he capable, he might’ve arched a brow. But he was still and patient, besides the slight inclination of his tail manuevering back and forth in the water, awaiting any further reaction from Sunjata. When it was just bafflement, and then laughter, he snorted inwardly, unbothered and beginning to move again over the top of the basin, casting a massive shadow over anything below.
But he’d only been intrigued by the glowing particles, and he hovered over those proportions with a great, careful study. His answer to the Flood didn’t require the same amount of care or forethought, however. [say]A bakunawa. [/say]He might’ve asked what brought the demigod along the shores and tempests – but he was mildly certain it’d probably be along the same motions and motives as his own, so the inquiry went silent, waiting for something else.
RE: off the deep end - Sunjata - 08-27-2024
Whatever it is that Deimos says is completely lost on the Flood. They weren’t creatures from Korofi, nor were they anything he’d seen in the oceans around here so far — but he also hasn’t been this deep before. Cast in the Bakunawa’s shadow, the orca rises higher above the basin like a little speck amongst the larger beast.
The size reminds him of Remi’s kraken shift, one he’d been on the receiving end once before the war.
Either way, he needs a bit of air soon so swooping up along with the current Deimos’ shift causes is likely the best option. [say]Huh.[/say] He offers unhelpfully through the bone before zipping up a bit higher. [say]Are you going somewhere in particular?[/say]
RE: off the deep end - Deimos - 08-28-2024
An inward arch of his brow would be all he could manage, given the current state of his shift, though he did begin to move forward again; not a slow maneuver either, but a rampage of motion that promised vigilance and violence in one sharp distortion. Luckily, Sunjata really didn’t have anything to fear – Deimos was far more intrigued by the shape of the world around him, and the glowing proportions, than dabbling into messing with the orca.
[say]I was exploring these parts. Never been here before.[/say] Frequenting the fathoms might’ve once been on his to-do list, well before taking on guilds and warden titles, but amongst his occupation and responsibilities, it had certainly sunk to the bottom of the denizens. [say]You?[/say]
RE: off the deep end - Sunjata - 08-30-2024
Drifting along in the current Deimos’ shift provides, the orca tries his best to zip through the water toward Deimos’ head, his tail cutting through the waves rapidly with the attempt to speed up for what he assumes is the Sword’s languid pace.
[say]I’ve never been here before either.[/say] He offers, unhelpfully, but somewhat internally pleased at the idea they both are experiencing something new at the same time. [say]Oh, I’ve been meaning to reach out to you, actually.[/say] The attuned bond shifts to something awkward, something a tinge uncomfortable.
Trying to let his steel gaze find Deimos’ within this massive shift, the orca rises a bit higher. [say]It’s about Ru.[/say]
RE: off the deep end - Deimos - 08-30-2024
For his part, Deimos had tried, with great difficulty, to remain cautiously neutral around the Flood. No attuned bombardments of malice and vehemence. No sudden rushes of violence. No dedicated plunge of severity and discord. For Ru, essentially, and only Ru.
So at the mere mention of her name, amidst the awkward, discomforting nuances stretching across the bond, his head snapped in the orca’s direction. A thousand thoughts ran a rampant and dangerous path through his mind – anywhere from grave injuries to sudden devastation to something horrendous, and while Sunjata might have felt all of those within an instant, Deimos placed the wall back up immediately after. [say]Is she all right?[/say] The first and foremost inquiry after a slip of the mask; because then he might be able to formulate something other than trepidation.
RE: off the deep end - Sunjata - 08-31-2024
Sunjata has grown used to Deimos’ mask with the attuned bond. Had grown used to feeling the black obsidian on the other side that allowed his own sensation to cut right through and get nothing in return. Until this very second when the bakunawa’s head snaps toward him and there’s the oil slick sensation of devastation and dread, Sunjata’s side seems to almost wither in the face of it.
The orca does falter in its easy glide through the water too, with the force of it. [say]Fuck. Yeah, she’s fine. Great, even. It’s just… I know I haven’t exactly been your favorite when it comes to her and our past. So, I wanted to give you the heads up that I’m gonna ask her to marry me next season.[/say] He perhaps feels less awkward about the words that fall from his side of the bond, if only because he’s still reeling at the sensation that had slipped from the Sword.
[say]If it was anything that had to do with her safety or her health, I mean, I wouldn’t have waited to talk to you about it.[/say] He tries to iterate that point above all else.
RE: off the deep end - Deimos - 08-31-2024
Given the abundance of horrific, devastating, and tragic news the Sword had received in his lifetimes, it probably wouldn’t surprise anyone that the initial thread was always dread. Some form of trepidation. A wall closing in so the ache and hurt and impending catastrophe didn’t hit so hard. A litany of masks and apathetic gazes to strengthen the threshold of safety and sanctity while everything else crumbled.
So when it wasn’t that at all, but something else that sent a lurch into his bones, the Warden fought down another horrendous plunge along his ribs. [say]Probably should have led with that then[/say], he added, while scoring away the hordes of thoughts that had blistered and torn with the notions of Ru somehow being maimed or torn apart or scattered.
No, instead it was the horrifying thought of impending nuptials with Sunjata.
Maybe he imagined she’d just break it off with the Flood eventually, because something would happen. Maybe he’d figured she’d come to her senses at some point. Maybe all these ideas had been doomed from the start. For he knew the Valkyrie, and with the way things were going, she’d openly accept that man’s hand in marriage in the blink of an eye – no matter how much damage had been wrought in the past. Forgiveness and familiarity were one of her encompassing traits, and rarely belonged anywhere near Deimos’s orbit.
Trying to will away his disgust so he appeared supportive, because he would be (and only for her) against every particle in his being, a very long breath unfurled – sending a current of water across the basin. Stifling down the vicious haze, his eyes looked entirely elsewhere. [say]Understood.[/say] Reviled. [say]Have you planned it out yet?[/say]
RE: off the deep end - Sunjata - 09-01-2024
[say]Yeah, probably.[/say] Sunjata admits a touch awkwardly, drifting along and trying to rise up a bit further to cast some of the sun filtering through the water over his back and along the shark bite scars carved white into the blubber of his shift. Deimos’ mask of his attuned side does work, even if the silence still somehow feels judgmental, but he makes no comment on it as he receives about as much support as he’d expected from the news.
Nodding, as much as an orca can, Sunjata’s gaze is also elsewhere as a school of colorful fish pass by, avoiding them immediately to duck under rocks and coral that offer some amount of coverage. [say]It’ll be at the Hanged Man. Flora’s decorating it so when we celebrate her birthday, I’ll ask her. Remi will be there so that Enzo and Vai can be there, too. We thought it might be a nice touch.[/say] And then pausing, because he isn’t sure whether or not Deimos would even want to come, he half turns back toward facing the large shift of the Sword. [say]You’re welcome to come too, if you want.[/say]
RE: off the deep end - Deimos - 09-02-2024
Sunjata could take his silence however he wanted; it was likely better than the rampage of emotions that would’ve been unraveled from the Sword’s soul. He swallowed down hordes of vitriol and unease, eyes flickering back over shadows and bioluminescence, striving to listen when everything else was glaring and irritating.
Nor did he expect the invitation – large gaze blinking once or twice before the reality sunk in. He half-wondered if Ru would even want him there, if there was any point in the venture because his existence within would give it away, or the awkwardness would prevail far more than anything else. Or that he might not have belonged in the fit of the family she’d fostered all over again, despite –
[say]I will think about it[/say] was the most courteous line he could grant; because it was true and he rarely came to a decision without connecting every calculation possible. [say]Thank you[/say] sounded distant and far-gone, but better than any other alternative, and he'd been fortunate to be granted the offer in the first place. [say]I am heading this way,[/say] as more or less an invitation to not or follow along, nodding his head towards reefs in the far-reaching shoal.
[FIN]