Wet Arrival #2

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Who: Roy Mustang & Anyone else.
What: The colonel returns to the city, though the landing leaves much to be desired.
When: Late Afternoon/Early Evening on the 5th of July.
Status: Open
Style: Any

Roy wasn't entirely certain just what he actually expected upon being thrown out of that pure white space, via the Gate. But landing in a body of water in a pitch dark location likely wasn't on the expected list. Getting to the surface was a relatively simple matter, unfortunately he had no way to tell which direction to go to get out of the water, provided there was actually an end to the water in the first place.

So Vatheon, which of you good good samaritan's will help the poor man out of the water?

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Sophieritan to the rescue!

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Well that was definitely unexpected. Sophie had been wandering about as she is wont to do. The sound of someone getting chucked into water catches her attention, enough that she stopped to look out towards said water, curiously. Was it a fish?

...


A really really big fish?

XD Well, he is one hell of a catch

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Not exactly, it's a man currently doing his best to tread water despite not knowing over much about swimming. Despite the fact he likely could make it to shore easily enough if he tried, he's still somewhat confused and uncertain just where he is and which way to go in order to do so.

Perfect! Ryu is going to teach her to fish too! :D

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And her without a rod. Fortunately for Roy, Sophie could pinpoint the lifeforms in Vatheon fairly easily. Right now, she was seeking out Roy's presence. Rather than yell out to the man, the tiny girlthing stared over the water, and then darted forward.

She's like a Saint Bernard.

For fish.

Or men floundering in the water anyway.

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[He's at the point where's he's about ready to just pick a direction and hope he reaches an end to the water when he picks up the sound of someone making their way through the water toward him and he turns in the direction the sound is coming from.]

Hello?

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[ Hi Roy! Tiny Linefacer, when she reaches him, is staring curiously at the man. ]

What are you doing? You aren't a fish.

[ Unless you are, in fact, a fish. A man fish. ]

just realized I switched styles, whoops. ^^;

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[Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. As for what he's doing, he's not even certain anymore. One forced human transmutation leading to an encounter with a mysterious pure white being in a pure white room holding one rather massive granite gate that he was pulled through and then abruptly dumped here in this pitch-black, wet location.

Answers as to where he was and why it was so dark would be much appreciated. For now he'll settle for just getting out of the water.]

I don't know. Can you lead me to the edge of the water?

PFF I switched to match on habit too XD

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[ She can do this. Heck, she can pick Roy up and carry him to the edge of the water, but he said "lead" not "help" or "get". Words are important. Roy would probably not appreciate being picked up like a wet kitten - especially if he knew it was by a girl half his size. So instead, she reached for his hand. ]

It's this way.

[ She had yet to pick up on the fact that he apparently couldn't see it. Regardless, she obediently started to lead him towards the shore - not very far at all, thankfully! ]

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<sub>[So that's where he disappeared to.

It struck Kimblee a little odd that the man would just up and vanish like he had but it didn't really concern him as much as it seemed to bother Hawkeye, at least up until that splash nearly hit him as he was walking across the bridge over the pond. When he finally recognized that wet human shape as Roy? He simply leaned over the railing to watch for a bit.]</sub>

Turn around and start kicking, Flame.

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[That's not exactly helpful, Crimson. But he does lock onto the voice and blinks despite the lack of light as he cranes his head upward some, since it sounded like the man's voice had come from above.]

Crimson? Care to tell me just where I am?

[And if you'd give him some light so he could actually see where he was going, that would be very much appreciated.]

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Looks like a pond to me. If you were going for a swim I think it would've been polite to tell Miss Hawkeye. The poor thing was worried, you know.

_{[As for light? He'll just stay right up here. He's pretty sure some people wouldn't enjoy his brand of fireworks right now.]}

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[A pond hm? Though how Kimblee could tell that in this pitch blackness, he wasn't entirely certain. The mention of Hawkeye, however, brought other worries to mind, for the moment displacing his own and that mystery.]

Is she all right?

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Aside from her back 'strain', she's fine.

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[Okay, back up. Back strain? Congrats, Kimblee, you've just managed to confuse the man more than he already was. Okay, first things first, getting himself out of this water. Further conversation could happen once he was on dry land.]

How far is it to the edge of the water? And which direction should I go in to reach it? Do you know?

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She stood there on the edge of the waters, silently watching as a figure floundered within it. Part of her was chuckling, but it wasn't audible.

"Do you need some help?"

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At the words, he focused on where the voice came from, turning in that general direction.

"Yes. How far is the edge of the water and would you happen to have anything to light the way toward it?"

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Light the way, huh? But it was broad daylight. Could they not see???

Now that was most unfortunate...

"Seven meters. Unfortunately I can't shed any light on the situation, but I can help guide you via sound if that will help."

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Sound was a good second-best, he'd make due with that. At least now he does know there is an end to this water, it's enough get him through the effort it'd take to do so by sound alone. He doesn't answer the statement, letting his actions instead speak for him as he moves toward the direction the last statement had come from.

[handshakegreeting]

As he swam to shore, she continued to stand there- humming a certain tune. It is indeed difficult, but it never was impossible for others to get around when one sense was cut off from the rest. Humans were a rather tenacious bunch, after all.

For how melancholic the song may seem, she nearly sounded like a mother for a brief moment. "I take it you have returned instead of simply first awakening here?"

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He doesn't answer until he actually manages to reach the shore beside her, resting for a moment as he considers the question. "I'm not certain. It would help if I actually knew where I was."

I am sorry.

[halfhearted]

[Oh I'm sorry. Didn't quite catch the samaritan part.

The park was his haunting ground as of late and at the moment he was enjoying the bubbles hitting the top of the surface. Hello person swimming around.

Here. He'll help you by laughing at you.

Good news? The sound of the laughter will lead you to land.]

No you're not...be honest

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[Yeah, he heard that laughter and he really doesn't appreciate it. He does however use it as a focus of the general direction to face. Since he didn't really expect to gain any aid from a person who'd laugh at another's misfortune, he began to slowly make his way in the direction it had come from.]

mrrr~ I plead the fifth? :3

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[He can show him just how much he appreciates his "help" when he makes it to land.

It certainly curious as to why he wasn't being hit with fire or the guy didn't seem to be seeing anything.]

Didn't want to share pool time with the kiddies?

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[If he could only see you, he just might at that. But it's hard to express appreciation when you can't see the person you want to share it with.

But by all means, keep up the sarcasm, it's helping guide him to land at the very least. And for now the question will go unanswered as he's currently too busy to bother chatting with you.]

[halfhearted]

[He doesn't like chatting to himself. It takes the fun out of it.

He could be mean. He could portal over to the other side of the pond and start talking there.

Or he could just wait to see- Why isn't he looking directly at Vanitas? Like his gaze might have been aimed at Vanitas, but he wasn't looking at him. That coupled with the fact he was swimming towards him. Who the heck would swim towards Vanitas?]

Looking for another round?

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[Someone who doesn't know who Vanitas is or rather doesn't recall the boy perhaps? Alas, likely the sight of him might have triggered the memory of him better than the voice, but that's out of the question currently.

He'll pause for the moment to answer that curious question however, with one one of his own.]

Who are you?