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[seaborg]

Who: Pyunma and anyone
Where: The island.
When: The afternoon of the 8th
Style: Either
Status: Open.

Pyunma had meant to come up to examine the island ever since he'd learned of it. First, however, his attention had been focused on learning his way around Vatheon itself, the streets and the buildings and the natives. Then, in the midst of that, the curse had begun, which was a whole new level of distraction. Although it had left him just chilly, rather than frozen, the times when he had gone out hadn't led to much progress on learning about the city that was apparently his new home for as long as his captors deemed fit.

But today, with the curse ended and the city explored to his satisfaction, Pyunma had come up to the island with the intent of scouting it out in the best way he was able. In other words, the moment he got to the beach, he made his way straight to the water, and continued in until he was submerged. When he opened his eyes, the salt water didn't sting them. Then he opened his mouth to let the air rush out and the water rush in, and with a kick, pushed himself out deeper, to where the waves wouldn't tug at him.

Swimming the waters around the city and tracing the barrier took longer than he had expected, due to a close encounter with the territorial Mosasaur. The struggle that resulted had left him more concerned with the more concerned with the potential threats in the water behind him than anyone who might have been on the beach, which meant he didn't pay attention to the way his lack of shirt exposed the silvery scaled covering on his arms and chest as he made his way back to the beach.

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[fundemetal]

After his talk with Davesprite, Leo headed up to the beach to enjoy some peace and quiet while he thought on everything they talked about. He was pretty deep in thought and probably wouldn't have noticed the guy coming out of the water if it weren't for all that metal. Between the sun glinting off of it and the fact that he could sense the stuff, his attention was caught. He hopped up and walked over to him.

"Sup, dude?"

[seaborg]

Pyunma wasn't so buried in his own head that he couldn't notice someone approaching him, but he was taken aback by it, not expecting such a casual approach or greeting, particularly when his modifications were so obviously on display. It was too late to hide them, but he almost went to find the place he'd left his shirt anyway.

Instead, he stayed in place, looking at the boy who had wandered over to him. "Yes?" he asked uncertainly.

[fundemetal]

"Those are some pretty sweet scales you've got going there." Leo grinned. He figured that his appreciation of such awesome craftsmanship might put the guy at ease.

[seaborg]

It didn't. If anything, Leo might have noticed, it just added tension to his posture. "They do what they're meant to," he said, stepping fully out of the water. He glanced around the beach to be certain of where he'd come up to it, then he made his way up to the dry sands above the reach of the waves, where he had left his shirt and uniform jacket.

[fundemetal]

"Hey, relax." Leo followed after him. He definitely noticed how the guy tensed. "Didn't know it was a sore subject. Sorry."

[seaborg]

At first, Pyunma didn't say anything, in favor of reaching his clothes and putting them on again. He did, however, give Leo a second look at the comment. That nonchalance is still completely strange to him. Only once he'd put the red coat on, and was putting the scarf around his neck, did he turn to fully face Leo. Honestly, he needed that time to figure out how to respond. "What else would you expect of it?"

[fundemetal]

"I don't know. Guess I wasn't really thinking about it. I just get really interested whenever I see anything like that. Making machines is kind of my passion." He was about to continue but he realized he was probably putting his foot in his mouth as it was, he didn't need to ram it back into his throat.

[seaborg]

It was a bit late for that. Pyunma's expression had gone stony, and he had tensed again, taking his hands away from his scarf to hold ready at his sides. He looked as though he was ready to escape. "I'm human, not a machine." Every word was short and clear. Obviously, Leo had managed to say the exact wrong thing.

[fundemetal]

"Wasn't calling you one." Leo had the decency to look embarrassed at his blunder. Yeah, he didn't phrase that well at all. This guy seemed a lot more high strung than Jet.

[copesetic]

The past few days have given Albert a lot to think on. While when he'd first arrived he'd been completely motivated to find a way home, that enthusiasm is waning slightly in the face of those who failed the task before him. That's not to say he's stopped looking, far from it, but with the knowledge that they'll be dropped right back into their proper time, he can afford to take breaks, to think things through properly.

Unfortunately, it also has the added side effect of causing him to think on the information he's gathered, particularly where their own timeline is concerned. He doesn't like the look of what's supposedly in store, not from what Pyunma's told him and especially not from Jet's admissions. He'll need help if he's to prevent it. To that end, he seeks out Pyunma, and the logical place to do that, to his mind, is the ocean, which accounts for his lack of surprise at finding his teammate on the beach.

The scales are a sight, though.

He knew Pyunma had been augmented, a way to save his life and protect the young man to the best of Gilmore's ability, but it was still an unnatural sight and Albert feels a tug of sympathy renewed as he approaches his comrade. "008, I thought I'd find you up here."

[seaborg]

Pyunma looks up at the sound of Albert's voice and hesitates. In the end, he continues making his way out of the water, toward Albert. First time seeing the modifications or hundredth, Pyunma knows Albert will be understanding about it. It still feels awkward, knowing that Albert is seeing this for the first time, but he doesn't do anything like try and escape it.

"I hope you weren't waiting long," he says. "I had intended to be out for a few more hours."

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[copesetic]

"No, not long." He folds his arms loosely across his chest. "What brings you back so quickly, if you'd planned on being out for so long?"

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[seaborg]

Pyunma shakes off the water he can, and heads up the sand to pick up his uniform coat and scarf from the place he left them. He's glad he left them behind, even if it did lead to the modifications being seen. If he hadn't, they'd probably have gotten torn some way or another.

"There's a sea monster out there that didn't want me to approach. I couldn't get too far out," he explains, as he holds up the jacket to brush loose sand off of it. "I'll try again later."

[copesetic]

"Maybe it's guarding the island, keeping us in." He sounds dour about it. His talk with Dirk awhile ago had left him with a bad taste in his mouth when it comes to their prison here. "I'll go with you next time, if you like. Try and keep it distracted so you can get further."

"Actually, I need to talk to you about finding a way out, and what's going on back home. Do you have your SFC with you?" He'd purposely left his behind, believing that it would lower the chances of this conversation being overheard.

[seaborg]

"Perhaps with Jet's help. I wouldn't want to make you a target in the water." He's certain Albert can fend for himself, but he doesn't want to leave him a sitting duck, when the ocean isn't an environment he's designed to fight in. But he shakes his head to the second part. He'd left it behind, so that he didn't have anything to carry with him through the water as he scouted. "Do you need more information?"

[copesetic]

"No, I-..." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I need your help. I don't know how much Jet has told you about what's in store, but we can't let it happen. Joe, Jet, even the Dolphin... they are unacceptable losses."

Albert keeps his eyes trained on the ocean and the bubble beyond, tide coming in as the sun sinks lower. "I'm going to do what I can to see how to change things, but if I fail..."

If he fails, someone else needs to try again. That someone is Pyunma.

The German stays rigid, his tone very even and clinical, an obvious sign to anyone who's observed or worked with him that he's feeling uncertain about what's before them. They don't have enough information. He knows where to possibly get some help, but it requires putting trust in someone he's barely known for a couple weeks here in the bubble, but considering what's at stake he's willing to take the chance.

[seaborg]

"He told me." It had taken pressing on Pyunma's part, but he'd gotten the story out of Jet, and it wasn't one that he was pleased with. How must it have been for Jet, thinking of himself as dead then being brought here for a month without his comrades? It's probably lucky that Albert and he arrived when they did, if they had to be brought here at all.

"Two are better than one. You know I'll do everything I can to help." Neither of them are big on physical contact, so Pyunma doesn't reach out to Albert, but he does step closer and keep his own eyes on the other cyborg. "Do you have a plan?"

[thewinedude]

Now that the curse had broken, Mr. D had settled himself in his residence. It was a place on the island, somewhere he could spend time by himself that was away from anyone he knew from 'back home' that also conveniently had a garden. He was out there now, domestically tenderly tending this garden and its strange native(?) plants, when he happened to glance and notice someone enter the water. The longer he was out there, the more curious Mr. D became and eventually wandered down to see what had become of him. Not that he cared, of course, but the god was bored.

When he finally emerged, Mr. D was sitting on the beach with a small bowl of strawberries in his lap. He looked unimpressed and didn't comment on the silver scales, but he spoke up to get his attention all the same.

"Find anything out there?"

[seaborg]

Such a casual question, from an observer who has apparently been on the beach for a while, brings Pyunma to a halt before he reaches the dry sand. It's not an invasive question, though, so he doesn't dodge away or attempt to ignore Mr. D. "A number of things. The barrier that keeps us here. The city itself... and a monster determined to keep me from investigating either."

[thewinedude]

Mr. D liked that strangers were inclined to just volunteer information when he asked for it. It made everything so much simpler, and that way, the god didn't have to put in any actual effort to find things out for himself. In this case, it was a casual question. Mr. D might have been annoyed if he had been ignored, but in this particular instance, it was all the same to him.

"An underwater border and a sea monster. Fascinating." He didn't sound fascinated. Instead, he lifted the bowl of strawberries and unenthusiastically offered one to this new person. "What did it look like?"

[seaborg]

"Which one?" Pyunma examines the bowl before selecting only one of the strawberries. He likes them well enough, but he doesn't exactly have a passion for strawberries above any other fruit. He waits to eat it while he answers Mr. D's question anyway. "The barrier looked like nothing. If I were not expecting it, it would be nearly impossible to tell it were there." That the animals avoided it was useful, but he also had Jet's warning as help.

"The monster looked something like an enormous crocodile."

[thewinedude]

Although he wasn't much of a swimmer, Mr. D had been considering it as a means of breaking up the boredom. This information was useful. He idly wondered if the sea monster feared gods like the ones back in his younger days had. Back then, the monsters were often the children of one of his relatives or another, but here in this weird place, Mr. D didn't have to worry quite as much about offending anyone when he'd have to punch a crocodile on the snout.

While he was thinking, it left a small gap in the conversation that Mr. D hadn't noticed. Finally, he responded with, "You were out there a long time." It wasn't a question, but he was hoping more information about the reason behind that would be volunteered.

[seaborg]

The awkward pause had left Pyunma uncertain of whether the conversation had actually been finished, so when Mr. D speaks again, Pyunma has just taken a bite out of the strawberry, and has to chew and swallow it before he can start talking.

"It took a while to reach the barrier." That part isn't exactly true. It's kind of far out, certainly, but he's a fast swimmer. "And avoiding the monster took effort." That part is more true. He'd been wary about engaging in a fight when he didn't know where if there was a way for him to get repairs done on his mechanical parts.

[thewinedude]

"And oxygen is overrated?" His tone was a little detached, but not forceful.

Mr. D assumed that even without asking he could probably work all this out on his own, but having an awkward conversation with a stranger was a good way to pass the time. The only things Mr. D knew that could spent that long under water were demigod children of Poseidon, nymphs, and monsters. This person didn't look like any of that, but the god wasn't accusing him of anything.

[seaborg]

"There's oxygen in the water, just not in a form most people can breathe." Pyunma said cautiously. Mr. D almost certainly knows that he can breathe underwater now, and the revelation probably wasn't that shocking after he'd seen the scales that seemed to cover Pyunma's entire body, but if he could he would try to keep the reason for that to himself.