How many shrimps do you have to eat before you make your skin turn pink?(Setting off/Early Dungeon)
[Of course Astolfo opted for swimming there instead of catching a boat. The ocean was so bright and blue and inviting, he didn't even need the excuse to dive in. With great excitement and speed, he runs in, stripped down to the bathing suit he'd often taken into the station's hot tub.
It's a pleasant swim, and one that is spent completely under the waves, enjoying the sensation of being completely submerged, light from the surface filtering around him. As he crosses the threshold into the Fissure...he begins to feel himself changing. Light pink scales begin to creep up his legs and forearms, and in a few quick blinks of disbelief he finds himself outfitted with a rather fanciful tail, fingers webbed in a similar manner, gill slits underlining his ribcage.]
Woah!
[He studies himself in awe, clumsily flopping around as he tries to adjust to maneuvering in his new form. He adapts to it rather quickly, perhaps in some strange application of his riding skills, and can soon be found dashing around excitedly.]
Coral Graveyard(Whenever)
[When it comes to exploration and adventure, sunken shipwrecks are really kind of the dream, and it's one that he didn't get to experience during his mortal life.
Astolfo swims around the wreckages, following fish as they dart around and make their home in the ruins, exploring every room and crevice that he can fit himself into, seeking both treasure and just examining the ships themselves. The variety between them sparks his curiosity, wondering what kind of times and worlds they might have come from.]
I'm a shark fighter, toughest man in the sea!(Whenever)
[Anyone that's known him for the slightest amount of time won't find themselves surprised seeing Astolfo grappling with a Panther Shark.
He doesn't seem to be distressed at all with the creature chomping at his forearms, pink scales flaking off with each bite. In fact, he almost looks like he's laughing...]
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[Of course Astolfo opted for swimming there instead of catching a boat. The ocean was so bright and blue and inviting, he didn't even need the excuse to dive in. With great excitement and speed, he runs in, stripped down to the bathing suit he'd often taken into the station's hot tub.
It's a pleasant swim, and one that is spent completely under the waves, enjoying the sensation of being completely submerged, light from the surface filtering around him. As he crosses the threshold into the Fissure...he begins to feel himself changing. Light pink scales begin to creep up his legs and forearms, and in a few quick blinks of disbelief he finds himself outfitted with a rather fanciful tail, fingers webbed in a similar manner, gill slits underlining his ribcage.]
Woah!
[He studies himself in awe, clumsily flopping around as he tries to adjust to maneuvering in his new form. He adapts to it rather quickly, perhaps in some strange application of his riding skills, and can soon be found dashing around excitedly.]
Coral Graveyard (Whenever)
[When it comes to exploration and adventure, sunken shipwrecks are really kind of the dream, and it's one that he didn't get to experience during his mortal life.
Astolfo swims around the wreckages, following fish as they dart around and make their home in the ruins, exploring every room and crevice that he can fit himself into, seeking both treasure and just examining the ships themselves. The variety between them sparks his curiosity, wondering what kind of times and worlds they might have come from.]
I'm a shark fighter, toughest man in the sea! (Whenever)
[Anyone that's known him for the slightest amount of time won't find themselves surprised seeing Astolfo grappling with a Panther Shark.
He doesn't seem to be distressed at all with the creature chomping at his forearms, pink scales flaking off with each bite. In fact, he almost looks like he's laughing...]