[Honestly having two SOLDIERs onboard one boat probably isn't a great idea, they tend to weigh more than they look, but he'd gone anyway. He'd heard the warning to stay out of the water or join the growing number of merfolk, so he's not terribly inclined to just jump in, and the boat DOES seem a better option than trusting those rusting walkways. Aside from the addition of a turtleneck he's gotten from somewhere in an ashy gray, he's dressed precisely as he always has, any changes neatly and carefully hidden from view.
The ripples in the water still. The air does not, a breeze steady and continuous and not at all helping move the boat in defiance of how basic physics work.]
Not good, unless we want fins.
[Sitting in the middle of a lake full of Bahamut-knew-what, on a boat with no engine is not really a good sign.
Paddling it'll have to be, as obnoxious as it is. But there's images in the water when he carefully moves to do just that which make him freeze mid-reach, of a barren wasteland he recognizes, and a familiar bloody figure in the rain.
He knows how much damage a First can withstand. The image is clear enough to know that this is far beyond it. His gaze flicks up to Zack, then back down to the water.]
03, let's drown.
The ripples in the water still. The air does not, a breeze steady and continuous and not at all helping move the boat in defiance of how basic physics work.]
Not good, unless we want fins.
[Sitting in the middle of a lake full of Bahamut-knew-what, on a boat with no engine is not really a good sign.
Paddling it'll have to be, as obnoxious as it is. But there's images in the water when he carefully moves to do just that which make him freeze mid-reach, of a barren wasteland he recognizes, and a familiar bloody figure in the rain.
He knows how much damage a First can withstand. The image is clear enough to know that this is far beyond it. His gaze flicks up to Zack, then back down to the water.]
What is this..?