Fishin'
Characters: Dualscar and BLU Sniper
When: After Dualscar has a ho-down with Psi
Where: The Ocean
Rating: ~PG-13 (Lot's of swearing)
Summary: Dualscar is glad Paradise has an ocean. He's going for a relaxing swim, not entirely aware of the human activity known as '"fishin".
Dualscar emerged from the hospital beaten and bruised, contrary to how most regular creatures leave a place of healing. It's impossible for him to be in a worse mood right now. He's frustrated enough at being torn away from his beloved Empress and planet, now he's expected to deal with a yellow blooded, mind fucking troll. It's fucking insufferable.
He's wandered about the city, going nowhere in particular and being particularly unimpressed, but he finds himself drawn to the ocean. He has no idea how far he's walked at this point, but he isn't tired at all. Not now that he's seen the somewhat familiar body of water. Without shedding his clothes or leaving his devices on the safety of the shore (he's already forgotten about his 3stp tucked away in his armor and his gun is waterproof for his convenience.
He trudges down the shore, slowly allowing himself to become submerged as the water becomes deeper. Once he's far enough in, he glides through the water with ease, taking note of the obvious differences in the plants and animals of this fucked up planet. At least, underwater, he feels a little more at ease.
That is, until he notices something hanging in the water through the surface. How peculiar. He kicks his legs out behind him and moves closer to what is becoming clearer to see. It's a hook. A hook with some sort of dead thing hanging off it. He takes it in his hand curiously, pulling off the useless, squishy dead thing and inspects it. Deciding he wants to find the source, he grips it tightly in his hand and gives it a sharp tug down.
When: After Dualscar has a ho-down with Psi
Where: The Ocean
Rating: ~PG-13 (Lot's of swearing)
Summary: Dualscar is glad Paradise has an ocean. He's going for a relaxing swim, not entirely aware of the human activity known as '"fishin".
Dualscar emerged from the hospital beaten and bruised, contrary to how most regular creatures leave a place of healing. It's impossible for him to be in a worse mood right now. He's frustrated enough at being torn away from his beloved Empress and planet, now he's expected to deal with a yellow blooded, mind fucking troll. It's fucking insufferable.
He's wandered about the city, going nowhere in particular and being particularly unimpressed, but he finds himself drawn to the ocean. He has no idea how far he's walked at this point, but he isn't tired at all. Not now that he's seen the somewhat familiar body of water. Without shedding his clothes or leaving his devices on the safety of the shore (he's already forgotten about his 3stp tucked away in his armor and his gun is waterproof for his convenience.
He trudges down the shore, slowly allowing himself to become submerged as the water becomes deeper. Once he's far enough in, he glides through the water with ease, taking note of the obvious differences in the plants and animals of this fucked up planet. At least, underwater, he feels a little more at ease.
That is, until he notices something hanging in the water through the surface. How peculiar. He kicks his legs out behind him and moves closer to what is becoming clearer to see. It's a hook. A hook with some sort of dead thing hanging off it. He takes it in his hand curiously, pulling off the useless, squishy dead thing and inspects it. Deciding he wants to find the source, he grips it tightly in his hand and gives it a sharp tug down.