Psii would rather starve than take a dip in the ocean. He was content with using lakes and rivers, but the ocean could fuck right off. Like all land dweller trolls, he had an instinctive distrust of the sea and any monsters, lusii, or sea dweller trolls living in it. However, the need for water and the convenient desalination kit given to him by sponsors tempted him, and just this once, he decided to give in to temptation. He was incredibly thirsty, and Signless had always teased him about his hatred for seafood. Psii thought it might be funny to catch some fish just to spite that asshole, who surely must be watching him now.
All levity died when he saw the currents picking up. He'd been on a boat long enough (thanks, Signless) to know when water was turning bad. Though he absconded the minute it started to look dicey, the torrential roar of the whirlpool rose to catch up with him anyway.
Wrapped in a wall of sound, he didn't hear the human stumbling behind him until he turned and he was on top of him. Literally. Psii shoved his assailant off and stumbled to his knees, fumbling for his spear (which was really just a short shitty stick with a bit of metal tied to the front).
Daryl Dixon, who's scruff rivaled Signless's. Also he and Psii were districtmates. (The thought of apologizing for not being able to find or save their District's kid crossed Psii's mind.) Psii instinctively drew back from the grab, but Daryl's words made his intention clear.
"Thwimming ith the latht thing I want to do!"
Psii decided to take his offer, because only an idiot would refuse help now. If Daryl tried anything funny, Psii had his powers; Signless always said it was better to believe the best in people and give them a chance to do good, but Psii liked to have backup plans. And if Daryl double-crossed him, he'd have to deal with Psii banging on his respiteblock door at all hours and forcing him to re-watch video footage of his deception over and over.
He let Daryl tug him along, occasionally stumbling like a lanky bag of sticks. The water continued to rise, effortlessly engulfing trees with sickening crunches. Psii trekked uphill double-time to catch up.
"Are you thure you didn't pith off thome hidden thea monthter or thomething??" he yelled above the roar slowly catching up to them.
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All levity died when he saw the currents picking up. He'd been on a boat long enough (thanks, Signless) to know when water was turning bad. Though he absconded the minute it started to look dicey, the torrential roar of the whirlpool rose to catch up with him anyway.
Wrapped in a wall of sound, he didn't hear the human stumbling behind him until he turned and he was on top of him. Literally. Psii shoved his assailant off and stumbled to his knees, fumbling for his spear (which was really just a short shitty stick with a bit of metal tied to the front).
Daryl Dixon, who's scruff rivaled Signless's. Also he and Psii were districtmates. (The thought of apologizing for not being able to find or save their District's kid crossed Psii's mind.) Psii instinctively drew back from the grab, but Daryl's words made his intention clear.
"Thwimming ith the latht thing I want to do!"
Psii decided to take his offer, because only an idiot would refuse help now. If Daryl tried anything funny, Psii had his powers; Signless always said it was better to believe the best in people and give them a chance to do good, but Psii liked to have backup plans. And if Daryl double-crossed him, he'd have to deal with Psii banging on his respiteblock door at all hours and forcing him to re-watch video footage of his deception over and over.
He let Daryl tug him along, occasionally stumbling like a lanky bag of sticks. The water continued to rise, effortlessly engulfing trees with sickening crunches. Psii trekked uphill double-time to catch up.
"Are you thure you didn't pith off thome hidden thea monthter or thomething??" he yelled above the roar slowly catching up to them.