Whale Man Tries to Turn Around And Walk Back Into the Rift

[encoreinthedeep]

Type: Text
Sender ID: encoreinthedeep (Ulpianus)
To: Everyone
Subject: Return
Warnings: None

Requesting all available information on how to return to my own world.

[ He sends this message within ten seconds of receiving his shellphone. ]

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[tilfrosset]

[Jill has a few questions of her own. Mainly, why is she so small? Certainly, this size is much better than the alternative considering they are still indoors and the roof looks like it's ready to cave in at any moment. A full sized Eikon would have annihilated what was remaining.

But Clive calling her attention pulls her away from the concern of her size and back to just how quickly things have gotten out of control. Shiva floats over to the patrons (including the two pirates who have forgotten their wagering and begun staring out of fear), swirling around them, forming a towering wall of ice behind her. It's not another attack, but both a form of defense between the patrons and two men battling it out and a way to prop up the ceiling.]

Run! Now!

[This time, it's one singular voice that speaks—Jill's—because Shiva is too busy demanding to get back into the thick of things. At least one of them has the presence of mind to remember they don't care for any collateral damage these days.

The patrons thankfully don't question the magical being commanding them and clamber over the shards of furniture , pushing one another to be the first to safety. The bartender, if anyone is paying attention to him, is in absolute tears as he makes his way out too, knowing his livelihood has been destroyed because one weirdly dressed man couldn't take no for an answer.]

[encoreinthedeep]

[ Don't worry, bartender guy, Dion will make the other Dominants pay for your tavern! It will be fine!

Ulpianus growls as the hilt of Clive's sword rams into his abdomen - again, harder than he'd expected. It seems that this world somehow made him weaker, much more than simply being on land would. But while that is troubling, what is much more troubling is the sparks and flame that crawl up Clive's arms. Ulpianus can feel the Seaborn side of him react to the unnatural heat: painful. Dangerous. Threat to kin.

Evolve. Survive.

Ulpianus kicks at Clive's stomach roughly to throw the man off himself, then uses the remaining momentum to hook a chair with his anchor and hurl it at Clive - forget the girl, the swordsman is a much bigger threat right now. While Clive deals with the chair, Ulpianus's gaze darts around the tavern again, searching for the closest exit: the crystals of ice changed the terrain, and now he has to reassess his plans. ]