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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[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. ]