#Sorry you can hear the collective warnings of a slurry of sealife. the bad news is its too late v_v

[grumpy-zane]

((Something was wrong.

The goosebumps hadn't left since he entered the bus. What was supposed to be a nice hour or so of gloating about his various self-inserted feats with the ninja had been ruined by an unshaken feeling of impending doom.

And yet, nothing was amiss. The other passengers chattered away, quieting at the sound of the tour guide announcing various attractions and letting loose with wild photography.

Dareth ran a hand down his neck and then the other, exhaling and squeezing his fingers. The sea-strewn wind felt cold against the back of him, as if grabbing his collar and daring him to look. And when he did, there was nothing, nothing but the people ahead of him laughing and the distant muffled conversation from behind...

What was that? The ocean? Its waves always sounded like a stadium or static, but- no, there was something more. A voice- a chorus of voices, their words barely distinguishable from a deep rumble.

'flee.'

'it rises.'

Shivering, he decided to make his way down into the bus from its viewing roof. If the tour wasn't going to cool his edge, maybe silence would.

And so he sat in silence, and the tour guide pointed out another attraction. And the silence continued thereafter. And the feeling became suffocating. ))