who: ghb + anyone
when: may 9, evening around 7-ish
where: in the water, close to the harbor
style: doesn't matter
status: open

The mosasaurus will find that the Grand Highblood is no easy prey. While smaller than the creature, the highblood has taken down larger beasts, though this will be the first time he's ventured underwater to do so. It doesn't make him nervous per se; he's been spending a good chunk of his time putting the Zora's tunic that Zelda made for him to good use, swimming and getting adjusted to the oppressive pressure of the sea.

It's mostly to try and cure his boredom. The highblood still hasn't completely adjusted to being somewhat forcefully peaceful and stagnant.

He ventures out into the deeper water, and while he is capable of breathing underwater, he instead treads water steadily, keeping his head over the water. It's not so far out that he can't hear anyone sitting out on the pier so if anyone happens to be there, they could easily strike up a conversation with him. For now, his plan isn't to go charging in blindly to fight a monster that's more agile underwater than he is.

"Clubs are motherfucking useless underwater..." A couple of large clubs of various sizes and material are tossed out onto the deck from his sylladex, some landing a little too heavily and creating little splintering dents into the wood.

who: Shiro and everyone
when: May 10th
where: All over the island
style: I'm doing action for the starting post, but prose or action is fine.
status: open

( He was trying to avoid his birthday, but... )