[Glitterstone Beach, closed to Yuuri: Junpei's a good enough swimmer that he doesn't need to use a boat. On the other hand, it's a beautiful, sunny day, there's a two-person dinghy just sitting there on the shore, and his beautiful fiancée is beautiful, and his fiancée. He offers her an elbow, grinning.]
Shall we, ojou-san? I'll row, of course.
[Shallows, open: Once they've enjoyed a lovely morning slacking off and flirting monitoring the situation above the waves, Junpei kisses Yuuri's forehead and hops from one of the outcroppings into the water. Immediately, fur ripples down his back and body; he yelps and resurfaces, spluttering saltwater.]
What the hell?!
[Someone is now a 5'8" sea otter gijinka. Buoy oh buoy.]
B. He's a SEA POTTER
[Desert island sandbar, open: Junpei adapts fast, and, after swimming back and forth across the border of a stabilized area to ensure the effects aren't permanent, he enjoys his quick-diving, web-footed new form. Even like this, though, he can't hold his breath forever, and there's plenty to explore ashore, too.
Like this weird pot, for instance. It's got crescent moons on it, and when Junpei tried to take it back to Yuuri for investigation, it fucking disappeared on him. So he's poking at it now, pawing at the outside and sniffing and--maybe--licking it once. Just for science.
It's the way light doesn't seem to penetrate inside that intrigues him. He almost reaches a paw within, but something makes him pause. The dawning of common sense, perhaps?
So he trundles four-legged up the sand to find a broken-off piece of palm bark, returns to the pot, and sticks that inside instead.]
Whoa!
[OM NOM NOM NOM.]
C. This is a Tri-vesty
[The Trivesta, open: It's an uncharacteristically quiet and somber Junpei who goes exploring the wrecked Trivesta. He stays low to the floor, more comfortable walking on his four legs than two, but he can still reach up to open doors and paw at all the rusted, useless junk inside. He ends up spending some time curled up in that large, inexplicably empty nest up top, listening to the seabirds call and fiddling with his pendant.
When he leaves, the ghost jellies seem particularly invested. He shoves at them and even tries to slap a couple aside with his tail, testy and apparently unmoved by their feelings.]
Stop that, damn it. Stay in your own heads, I've had enough of that shit. Move.
D. Au Clair de la Rune
[Coral Graveyard, open: Of course the weird stone ship is the one that draws Junpei's attention. Those runes might not be active anymore, but the only way this thing could've gotten here is if they once had been, and they worked.
Junpei can hold his breath about half an hour, so for hours, he's diving, coming up, and diving again, exploring the ship from bow to aft and taking pictures with his waterproofed tablet. He does his best to avoid the spider-crab webs, but luckily, he picked up a sharp rock to help cut himself free when he misjudges. From time to time, he takes a break topside, floating on his back while he goes through his photos, intrigued.
And every now and then, he can be caught napping like that, just bobbing on his back like a big, furry buoy. But is that a playful shadow eyeing his tail...?]
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[Glitterstone Beach, closed to Yuuri: Junpei's a good enough swimmer that he doesn't need to use a boat. On the other hand, it's a beautiful, sunny day, there's a two-person dinghy just sitting there on the shore, and his beautiful fiancée is beautiful, and his fiancée. He offers her an elbow, grinning.]
Shall we, ojou-san? I'll row, of course.
[Shallows, open: Once they've enjoyed a lovely morning
slacking off and flirtingmonitoring the situation above the waves, Junpei kisses Yuuri's forehead and hops from one of the outcroppings into the water. Immediately, fur ripples down his back and body; he yelps and resurfaces, spluttering saltwater.]What the hell?!
[Someone is now a 5'8" sea otter gijinka. Buoy oh buoy.]
B. He's a SEA POTTER
[Desert island sandbar, open: Junpei adapts fast, and, after swimming back and forth across the border of a stabilized area to ensure the effects aren't permanent, he enjoys his quick-diving, web-footed new form. Even like this, though, he can't hold his breath forever, and there's plenty to explore ashore, too.
Like this weird pot, for instance. It's got crescent moons on it, and when Junpei tried to take it back to Yuuri for investigation, it fucking disappeared on him. So he's poking at it now, pawing at the outside and sniffing and--maybe--licking it once. Just for science.
It's the way light doesn't seem to penetrate inside that intrigues him. He almost reaches a paw within, but something makes him pause. The dawning of common sense, perhaps?
So he trundles four-legged up the sand to find a broken-off piece of palm bark, returns to the pot, and sticks that inside instead.]
Whoa!
[OM NOM NOM NOM.]
C. This is a Tri-vesty
[The Trivesta, open: It's an uncharacteristically quiet and somber Junpei who goes exploring the wrecked Trivesta. He stays low to the floor, more comfortable walking on his four legs than two, but he can still reach up to open doors and paw at all the rusted, useless junk inside. He ends up spending some time curled up in that large, inexplicably empty nest up top, listening to the seabirds call and fiddling with his pendant.
When he leaves, the ghost jellies seem particularly invested. He shoves at them and even tries to slap a couple aside with his tail, testy and apparently unmoved by their feelings.]
Stop that, damn it. Stay in your own heads, I've had enough of that shit. Move.
D. Au Clair de la Rune
[Coral Graveyard, open: Of course the weird stone ship is the one that draws Junpei's attention. Those runes might not be active anymore, but the only way this thing could've gotten here is if they once had been, and they worked.
Junpei can hold his breath about half an hour, so for hours, he's diving, coming up, and diving again, exploring the ship from bow to aft and taking pictures with his waterproofed tablet. He does his best to avoid the spider-crab webs, but luckily, he picked up a sharp rock to help cut himself free when he misjudges. From time to time, he takes a break topside, floating on his back while he goes through his photos, intrigued.
And every now and then, he can be caught napping like that, just bobbing on his back like a big, furry buoy. But is that a playful shadow eyeing his tail...?]