There was a reason he trained with fear. A reason that, when water was around, he'd submerge himself and force himself under. Make himself focus and think through where there can be no breath. Being able to feel fear, through the holy chuckle voodoo, didn't make him immune to it. Being made of fear, didn't make him numb. He had to learn as how to be that way.
And he knows, immediately, when he's brought here-- so soon after the last arena-- what exactly is about to up and go down. Way down to depths deep. And he is grateful he trained because he's barely resisting making a scramble who the fuck knows where as they dress him. His palms are already bleeding and dripping indigo where his claws are sunk in and the stylists tut that he's getting all the wrong color on his nonsensical orange.
Every instinct is screaming, every learned habit. Inidigos aren't supposed to go in the water, they're supposed to stay on the shores and wait there. They're not supposed to go on boats, they shouldn't even be near them, that was for seadwellers and pan-crazed lunatics a.k.a gamblignants. The sea is not for him, he knows that dammit, he learned so long ago, he knows.
But do these people give a squeakbeasts ass about what is right and true and all as well as being law? Of course not.
He keeps his face firm as he can make it, teeth grinding. He will not let his body betray him. He runs when the countdown finishes, and that eases, being able to do something instinctive in the midst of all this, while still conducive to survival. He reaches, but the boom goes off before he's even touched a thing. There's a split second where, across his face, panic can be seen. Then it's gone again.
Goggles he won't need, he's close enough to seadweller that his eyes can work for the underwater sight, the wetsuit ain't of no use. He grabs the knife, sticks it in the suit coat. He grabs some chains, slinging them around his shoulder, a rope too why they fuck not, he can use it to tie... what the fuck is that? A strange vest, a tank of something. He hasn't the faintest idea what those can be used for. His hands hover over them as he wars with grabbing them anyway and making a run for it now because he can hear the water rushing and rising to swallow him.
Re: Cornucopia+Explosion
And he knows, immediately, when he's brought here-- so soon after the last arena-- what exactly is about to up and go down. Way down to depths deep. And he is grateful he trained because he's barely resisting making a scramble who the fuck knows where as they dress him. His palms are already bleeding and dripping indigo where his claws are sunk in and the stylists tut that he's getting all the wrong color on his nonsensical orange.
Every instinct is screaming, every learned habit. Inidigos aren't supposed to go in the water, they're supposed to stay on the shores and wait there. They're not supposed to go on boats, they shouldn't even be near them, that was for seadwellers and pan-crazed lunatics a.k.a gamblignants. The sea is not for him, he knows that dammit, he learned so long ago, he knows.
But do these people give a squeakbeasts ass about what is right and true and all as well as being law? Of course not.
He keeps his face firm as he can make it, teeth grinding. He will not let his body betray him. He runs when the countdown finishes, and that eases, being able to do something instinctive in the midst of all this, while still conducive to survival. He reaches, but the boom goes off before he's even touched a thing. There's a split second where, across his face, panic can be seen. Then it's gone again.
Goggles he won't need, he's close enough to seadweller that his eyes can work for the underwater sight, the wetsuit ain't of no use. He grabs the knife, sticks it in the suit coat. He grabs some chains, slinging them around his shoulder, a rope too why they fuck not, he can use it to tie... what the fuck is that? A strange vest, a tank of something. He hasn't the faintest idea what those can be used for. His hands hover over them as he wars with grabbing them anyway and making a run for it now because he can hear the water rushing and rising to swallow him.