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Anti-Rain Kaboom by artist Dog Drip

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forever my fav from my collection

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championofgold‌:

That answer does nothing for her. If anything, it makes her even more confused. The creases in her brow deepens as she looks at the snorkel in her hands - someone could go spelunking, they’re so deep and dark. “That…is stupid.” She finally says, looking back at M16, “If I wanted to breathe under water, I would simply drink a potion of underwater breathing! There is no need for tools such as these.” And yet, she continues to hold it. This was all for show, of course, she knew full well she would never find what she wanted here.

“I can hold my breath for a very long time, thank you very much.” But even she knew she wouldn’t be able to make a trip like that without some form of assistance. Reluctantly, she picks the snorkel back up and looks at it, before attempting to put it on. And then she takes it off and looks at M16 again. “Are you sure it is so deep that I need one of these? I will wear it, if so, but wearing this mask and mouth-tube feels…dumb.”

Her response came as a loud slap of flesh against face━ specifically, M16′s palm to her own face. Potion of waterbreating? What is this, Dungeons & Dragons? What kinda nerd even says that sorta stuff? 

Oh, right. Cliona is that kind of nerd.

“ Think you can hold it, say...  Several thousand feet ? ”

Well, that’s how deep M16 thought it was, anyway. Not like she had been measuring it.  She also had no idea how deep they exactly expected them to go, or if there was even a limit. Spirale was full of mysteries; a big-ass, infinitely deep sea would make more sense than anything she had encountered here━ and that includes Cliona. 

“ Put on the mask, dude.  Last time I checked, you did magic and not alchemy. And I still can’t believe either of those actually exist where you’re from. ”

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Perhaps there was someone out there that was putting Central in all these odd situations. Situations involving people nearly knocking her down and having to watch them fall to the ground as if they’re in a drunken stupor. Considering her track record with dealing with said people who seem to be in a drunken stupor, Central could only stare before shaking her head slowly.

“Never mind myself, you look like you’ve seen better days,” Central answered, extending her hand out towards the stranger. “What’s the matter, you end up getting kicked out of one of the local pubs, miss?”

As dismissive as she might have been, she still was a bit worried. People collapsing to the ground and looking like they couldn’t stand up showed that they weren’t exactly feeling well. And even if she wasn’t too keen on being a good Samaritan, she at least was willing to lend some amount of aid.

“ I’ll be honest with you,  Aside from the ... pamphlet or whatever, I have no idea where the hell I am. ”

M16 reached out and caught hold of the woman’s upper arm, pulling herself up steadily with little effort. She spent a brief moment dusting herself off, stretching her (now aching) neck, and generally just trying to get it all together. She’d probably be having an easier time were she drunk, actually.

Not a half bad idea, that. But first things first was figuring out where to park her ass for a nap. All the information she had received about Spirale (however little it might actually be) was enough to give her the comfort of knowing she had a place to stay. Reading such an old-style map was a little difficult, if only because she hadn’t seen anything like it in ages. The challenge of all of it came from adjusting to living the domestic life. Going from soldier to civilian in a matter of seconds was more than a little bit jarring.

 “ A drink doesn’t sound half bad, though.     Name’s M16. Thanks for the assist.  ...and sorry about running into you like that. I owe ya one. ”

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Vice.

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Have some fun with M16! Like for a small event-related starter. No caps for now!

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“So– wait,” she waves a hand in front of her, her brows furrowed in confusion as she looks at all the gear surrounding the two of them. This was a competition, first and foremost, but she wasn’t familiar with…well, with anything in this world. She motions to the snorkeling mask, then looks at M16 again. “I am to dive to the bottom of the Bay with….this? And we are to collect pearls that way? What, is the tube at the end of this made for sucking them into your mouth? That seems unpleasant.”

She could swim, and was pretty decent at it. What she wasn’t so sure about was the formality behind it, and the fact that she actually…needed to prepare for something like this. “Explain to me again why it would be unwise to simply dive in as I am.”

“ You use it to breathe underwater... and you just... use your hands... ”

Never in all of her days had she met someone so... astoundingly stupid. It’s not like she didn’t have hands to gather the damn pearls with━ why the hell would she need a special straw for it? Guess that’s what she gets for thinking that country bumpkins have any knowledge of ‘common sense’. 

“ Cliona, look. If you went to the seafloor without one, you’d come up looking a few shades more purple than a grape. Doesn’t sound pleasant, huh? So put on the damn snorkel or I’m gonna jump in there myself. ”

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“ Yo, thin man. Think ya can take me in an arm-wrestling competition ? ”

She wasn’t exactly made with muscle mass in mind━ but she could take on any dude around here, no problem. Especially this twig. Her outstretched arm and open hand were ready to slam. 

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@unstopabaal liked for a starter!

━━ Ah, summer. The perfect time of year to grab a friend, a drink, sit outside, and enjoy some time away from fighting. 

That was the plan, anyway. Sadly, there were several key components missing from this equation, and it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. She just got here, had no friends, was already blowing through her money━ well, the fighting bit was true enough, but that’s nothing special. 

After a little bit of psyching herself up, M16 prepared to remedy at least one of these problems. She was going to make a friend. And it would be whoever she saw next. 

The poor bastard never saw it coming. Without hesitation, without any sort of prior knowledge, proper greeting, or any kind of previous interaction, she strode right up to the nearest interesting looking person and parked herself right in front of their path. 

This stranger was cute, at least. Cute enough.

“ YO!  Name’s M16.  Hate to interrupt, but you looked kinda lonely.  I was just about to head to the beach and see what all the fuss is about.  Wanna come with? ”

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“ Fifty dust and my lame toy gun to whoever can beat me at a drinking contest. ”

M16 reminding you to drink responsibly, unless there’s money at stake.  And there is. She will have no mercy.

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