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Just Keeping Swimming | March Planet Mingle

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on Mafik
When: The month of March

[Welcome to Mafik, the water world! Hope you brought your best swimming gear and don't have a paralyzing fear of water, because that's all that's here! So get out those wet suits and enjoy life under the sea!

In other words, it's a mingle! ]

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[ She hates this place. She neatly somersaults away, reaching for her longer sword lodged behind her back, drawing it out. At least Cara can fight and this was her area. Immediately she lunges for the fish's back, trying to gouge out its eyes. ]

[He draws and goes headfirst toward the fish, a wide grin spreading across his face. This is why he hung out at the temples in the first place - the chance at a good fight.

He goes for a slash at the fish's belly as Cara goes for its eyes.

But his sword rebounds off the spines and he has to dodge to get out of the way as the fish thrashes, closing its eyes and swinging the dangling ball in front of its face like a mace through the water.]

[ Cara snarls as she jams her dagger into one of the fish's eyes. It screeches, bucking wildly and throwing her off. She collapses in a heap before pushing herself up, panting heavily. ]

Get the other eye!

[Done and done. While the fish churns the water, Doudanuki uses the water physics to let him bounce off the wall and then off the ceiling and come from the top. He pushes his strength behind the blade and aims right at the fish's eye, biding his time and then impaling the thick heavy sword halfway through. He's stuck now though and has to push away as the fish's mace-like protrusion comes flying at his head.

The fish is screaming and starts biting and gnashing at everything and anything it can find, blindly charging around the room.]

If you can get that thing off its face, we can finish it!

[ She nods. Order she can follow. Still, how were they going to get that off its face? ]

Can your sword cut it?

Yeah, but I have to get it back.

[Which might be hard seeing as it's still stuck in the fish's eye. He looks at Cara and frowns.]

Can you distract it long enough for me to get close and pull it out?

[ Her lip curls. ]

Leave it to me.

[He nods and then pushes off, dodging to the side as the fish comes barrelling by them. He keeps pace and waits for her signal, trying to avoid getting too close to trigger the fish's spacial awareness - and to avoid getting crushed between it and the walls as it rages about.]

[ Cara waves at the large fish, kicking its side to divert its attention from Doudanuki. ]

Over here!

[And it works. The fish whirls on Cara and begins gnashing its teeth in her direction. Its searching frantically, whipping its head back and forth and swinging the macelike ball in front of it like a pendulum.

But as soon as it's distracted Doudanuki moves. He pushes off the floor and then the walls, launching himself at the creature's side. He's careful not to impale himself upon the spines, but he stills get cut a few times as he slides in, grabbing the hilt of his blade. With feet braced against the fish's head, he pulls and the fish screeches, bucking wildly.]

Keep at it! I'm almost free!

[ Cara barely manages to dodge the fish's lashing tail, her hair falling over her face. Searching for something on the ground, she spots a bone and hurls it at the fish, keeping its attention focused on her. ]

[The fish shrieks and turns again, whipping toward Cara as the bone hits it in its side. And at that moment, Doudanuki yells and manages to get his blade free. He tumbles backwards from the fish, disoriented in the water and twisting to right himself, as it spins around again, trying to find either Cara with its gnashing teeth.

Doudanuki finds footing on the floor and pushes off again, aiming at the swinging mace on the fish's face.]

KEAAAA!!

[His blade sinks into the stem and the fish screeches as blood muddies the water. Then Doudanuki bursts through the red haze to tumble next to Cara - a wide gash on his side, but the fish's macelike appendage in his other hand.]

Heh, got it.

[ She can't help one snarky remark. ]

About time. Are you dying or can you still keep moving?

[The monster's retreated back the way it came, trailing blood after it, and Doudanuki gives a wry smirk. It hurts, but it's nothing he can't handle, ad to prove it, he tosses the macelike appendage over his shoulder.]

This's nothing. Put a little spit on it and it'll heal up.

We can probably follow it through that hole it made.

Spit on wounds . . . ?

[ That's gross, even for Cara. But she takes him for his word as she gingerly sits up. ]

Let's go then.

[He shrugs and makes a beeline for the opening, ignoring the pain everywhere. It's something he's used to doing. As long as he isn't broken, he can move forward and he can fight.

He climbs over the rubble and--

Suddenly disappears from view with a yelp. The other side is a sharp incline down and he almost fell straight down into a hole with spikes at the bottom. Thankfully, he was able to catch himself. The hallway continues across the hole though and he growls.]

Shit! Hey, jump over when you come through?

[ Cara leaps over it neatly before offering her hand to Doudanuki. ]

[He hands her his sword instead of taking her hand, then goes back to clinging to the wall.]

Take that for a minute and go on ahead. I'll catch up.

[ She briefly hesitates, reluctant to leave him before taking the sword. ]

You had better. I won't cry if you fall!

[He grins at her and then clutches back to the edge of the incline, digging his shoes into the wall to keep himself from slipping further down.]

Good, 'cause if I fall, I ain't worth cryin' over. Go on!

[ She moves forward, without looking back, but her grip on his sword is white-knuckled and tight. ]

[Once she's moving, he starts the less than graceful ordeal of trying to pull himself up out of the death trap. He digs his feet into cracks in the wall and his fingers into whatever crevices he can find. The incline is steep, but it's old and there are handholds if he doesn't care about cutting up his hands to do it.

It's slow, but eventually he manages to hoist himself up enough that he can safely get away from the edge. Then he jumps and starts off after her. His sword will let him know which way she went. He can feel her holding him, moving further ahead.

He has to rest though after a few feet. The wound in his side is still bleeding and the exertion of climbing back up leaves him winded. He hisses as he touches the gash and frowns. He hates human bodies.

After feeling Cara move further ahead, he closes his eyes and lets go.

Then a moment later, by Cara's side, there's a flash of light and he stumbles down next to her.]

Hey.

[ She catches him, uncharacteristically gentle as she frowns at his wound. ]

We should stop. You're still bleeding and if you die, I don't know if I can bring you back.

[The fuzziness in his head is hard to tell if it's from blood loss or the demanifestation, so he shakes it a few times to clear it. Still there. Hn.]

Like I said, I'm fine. The damage ain't to my blade, so I'll be able to heal up once we get back.

[And speaking of his blade, he holds out his hand for it.]

'Sides - your weapons are waiting for you, ain't they? You can't come all this way and leave 'em.

If I chose my agiels over someone's life, I would have learned nothing.

[ Breaking from the Mord'Sith, learning of regret and sorrow, being able to appreciate life and its beauty. Cara won't throw it all away. Her gaze pins him down. ]

Do you give me your word you will heal and survive?

Just Keeping Swimming | March Planet Mingle

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