[ Gripping onto the other end of the boat, still glowing like an unwilling lantern in the underwater darkness, Danse lets himself float in silence as Arcade gets his bearings.
It's not the reassuring answer he was hoping for, but it does suffice. If Arcade were drowning, Danse thinks, it would be ominously quieter, and certainly would have happened already while they were being swept along--he wouldn't have made it this far still conscious. This is far more like what he'd experienced himself, though he'd been fortunate enough to stay in calmer waters. Right down to the half-stomachful, half-lungful of water, and the deeply unnerving sensation that it wouldn't kill him to have it in his lungs, but they still desperately wanted it gone. He'd been hacking it up for hours after surfacing, and his throat still hurts a little. ]
Yeah. It takes a minute.
[ He anchors his grip more securely and turns to keep watch for anything hostile, though between visual sweeps, he keeps glancing back to size up those tentacles. Maybe they do make a kind of sense, as a sort of translation of the mutations he's already accustomed to seeing on Arcade. At least the magic can be consistent with someone. ]
I don't know how many limbs this place thinks you need, but you really can't catch a break.
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It's not the reassuring answer he was hoping for, but it does suffice. If Arcade were drowning, Danse thinks, it would be ominously quieter, and certainly would have happened already while they were being swept along--he wouldn't have made it this far still conscious. This is far more like what he'd experienced himself, though he'd been fortunate enough to stay in calmer waters. Right down to the half-stomachful, half-lungful of water, and the deeply unnerving sensation that it wouldn't kill him to have it in his lungs, but they still desperately wanted it gone. He'd been hacking it up for hours after surfacing, and his throat still hurts a little. ]
Yeah. It takes a minute.
[ He anchors his grip more securely and turns to keep watch for anything hostile, though between visual sweeps, he keeps glancing back to size up those tentacles. Maybe they do make a kind of sense, as a sort of translation of the mutations he's already accustomed to seeing on Arcade. At least the magic can be consistent with someone. ]
I don't know how many limbs this place thinks you need, but you really can't catch a break.