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[Dualscar is soaking wet, his hair slicked back by water and wearing no shirt. His fins are quite comfortable, though, settled against the sides of his face in a manner that anyone who knows sea trolls would see means he's content and not agitated.]

So all a this is pretty fuckin' inconvvenient to evveryone. I thought I'd throww it out there that if anyone's got somethin' they need recovvered from their homes, I could make myself and my creww avvailable.

A course it wwon't be free, but I'm not necessarily needin' payment up front. I knoww most a you can't offer much I need right at the moment. But wwe can exchange favvours for the future.

Contact me here or direct a message to my SFC if you need somethin'.

[NB: This offer includes services from Cronus and Eridan! Of course, he didn't bother to ask them first...But he may send them to get stuff for your characters instead of going himself, if he's busy or doesn't feel like it.]

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They don't tend to like me. [He grins happily, thinking of Disciple] Wwater and pouncebeasts don't mix, I think.

Not really, no.

[Okay, the fact that his moirail and his matesprit are hatepailing each other still makes Sufferer a little uneasy, and he grows quiet.]

[Dualscar falls silent awkwardly for a moment, then gives Signless a squeeze]

One a these days wwe need to talk about that, you knoww. It's practically my duty as your moirail.

I know.

[It's a conversation he's not really looking forward to, although he smiles up at Dualscar.]

That's exactly your duty as my moirail. But let's find the lost pouncebeast first, all right?

[He smiles in return, though it's a little muted.]

A course. Let's do that before the thing drowwns.

[The doors open onto the flooded bubble and he leads the way towards the plaza]

[Sufferer follows, picking his way through the water with much less confidence than Dualscar.]

Kittyyyyyy... here, kitty kitty...

[Dualscar keeps an eye on Signless. Though they've gone swimming together many times, a flooded city is somewhat treacherous in different ways. For example, there is debris floating in the water, and when you're walking you never know what you're going to step on.

He looks around as they reach the plaza, considering his options. He does have a lot of experience with hunting, but usually he kills instead of capturing.]

Wwhen you're huntin' wwild pouncebeasts, you gotta be quiet. Do you think it'll come wwhen you call?

[Sufferer is being careful! The water is just a lot deeper on him than it is on Dualscar!]

Right, but this isn't a wild pouncebeast. It's a pet, so it's probably afraid and wants to be around people again.

Kitty kitty!

[He doesn't say it, but he's got a sneaking suspicion that Dualscar's smell will lure the pouncebeast out; rumor has it that seatrolls smell like cat treats.]

Oh, right.

[That is a problem. He reaches out and lifts Signless over a bit of coral that's forming the edge of a lane in the plaza, then raises his own voice]

Come'ere pouncebeast!

[There may be a wet, shivering creature standing high on Lamaufo, mewing piteously]

[Fortunately, Sufferer hears that plaintive crying, and looks up at the coral.]

There it is!

[He points, then starts slogging through the water to get closer.]

We just have to find a way to get it down.

[He reaches the coral a little faster and cranes his neck to look up]

Climbing's probably not gonna happen... Noww wwhat?

Speak for yourself.

[Sufferer eyes the coral, takes a step back, and then flings himself at it. He tries to scramble up the side of the coral, searching out little handholds and places to stick his booted feet. It's not graceful, but it's relatively effective.]

[Dualscar's eyes widen a little, but he waits at the bottom. Signless is smaller and lighter than he is, so he's probably the best choice for this]

Careful. Coral can be pretty fuckin' sharp evven on troll husk.

Good thing my hands are made of metal, then.

[Dualscar's right, though; the coral is sharp, and the leather gloves Sufferer wears over his robohands are getting shredded to bits. He hisses as a piece of coral brushes against his forearm, and a thin line of bright red blood appears on his skin.]

Kitty kitty... come here, baby. Come to Signless...

[Sufferer doesn't even realize he's using his less offensive name; it's an automatic default these days when dealing with anyone or anything troubled. The kitten, for its part, seems to recognize that Sufferer is trying to help, and inches a little closer to the edge of the coral, watching him with wide, plaintive eyes.]

[He's glad for Signless' hands being protected, but his point still stands. He rumbles fretfully, watching] Wwell your hands are one thing, but I'm just sayin' that I don't like seein' your blood.

[At the sound of Signless' earlier name, his eyes widen and he smiles. It's good to hear, and he wonders what it is about rescuing a pouncebeast that's got him using that name]

Don't worry, I've no intention of splattering it about.

[It's not the first time Sufferer has called himself Signless--he did it when Dirk was a child and lost in the snow, and again when he helped Lloyd as a child. He knows that his name is upsetting, especially to the young and afraid, and the kitten qualifies as both.]

[He gets as close as he can, then offers one hand to the kitten.]

Come on, sweetie, come to me, I'll get you down.

[The kitten looks at him suspiciously before deciding he must be all right, and it bumps its head against the palm of his hand.]

Wwell, good.

[Dualscar falls silent, watching and wishing he could do something to hurry this along. Signless is so patient, and Dualscar has a hard time with that. He's a man of action, and all he's doing is standing around]

Wwhy don't you grab it so wwe can get it back to Jade, then.

I'd frighten it if I did that, and then I'd have a much harder time holding onto it as I climbed back down.

[Sufferer waits a few moments, using one finger to scritch behind the kitten's ear, before trying to gently ease it into the crook of his arm. The kitten tenses as he does, but once it's up against his side, it mews quietly before cuddling up against his heat. Under his breath, Sufferer starts making a low, rumbling sound that he picked up from Disciple long, long ago. It's not quite a purr, but it's close.]

Okay, I've got it. I only have one hand here to get back, so you might need to give me directions from down there.

I didn't mean harshly. [Well, he sort of did. He takes a few steps back] All right, noww followw wwhat I say, then. Be careful, too. I don't wwant you fallin', only on account a I might not be able to catch you.

[In a measured tone, he begins to direct Signless down, telling him where to put his feet and giving him directions for where to hold, with only one hand to brace himself. At least now he feels more useful, and he's not impatient as he directs him. If anything, he rather likes it. Giving orders isn't a thing he gets to do very often these days]

[Dualscar clearly knows nothing about pouncebeasts; if Sufferer had tried to grab it harshly, Dualscar would be seeing plenty of red blood all over the place.]

[Sufferer listens carefully to the instructions, and gets down off the coral without further incident. He grins at Dualscar, and motions towards the bedraggled little black kitten in the crook of his arm.]

We did it.

[That would be bad, yes.

Dualscar approaches cautiously, not wanting to spook the creature. It extends its head as far as its little neck can go, sniffing at Dualscar, and reaches out a paw. Yum. Fish.]

Wwe did! [He grins, then sidesteps the paw and puts his arm around Signless' shoulders] You seemed happy.

[Sufferer eases the kitten away from Dualscar, cooing softly to it. No, kitty, no trying to eat his moirail!]

[He leans against Dualscar, although he glances up at that comment, his expression a little surprised.]

I am happy.

[Reasonably so, at least. He's not the bundle of joy he was as Signless, but he's not wallowing in depression either.]

Wwell good. [He leans down and gives him a pale kiss on the forehead, fondly] I wwouldn't wwant you to be mopin' forevver. You evven called yourself by the right name! I'm glad to hear that.

... what are you talking about?

[He's genuinely confused!]

Just noww. [He's pleased as punch and it's pretty obvious] You called yourself Signless wwhen you wwere callin' to the pouncebeast.

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