[ closed / incomplete ]
Characters: specificities & blytheandbonnie
Setting/Location: Sintala, Lake Sitalan
Date & Time: backdated to Day 16, after the trident is found
Warnings: n/a
Summary: arthur mopes around with a new tail. bonnie accosts him.
Arthur couldn't decide what he made of the situation. Swimming was definitely a faster affair with a tail, though it'd taken him some time to get used to moving his lower half as one unit rather than two. It was still, though, a strange occurrence - between turning into a merman and watching the newly human merpeople struggle to either get to the surface or shove the gillyweed plant into their mouths had left him caught in between incredulousness and an odd form of amusement. For being a dream, which he was surely beginning to feel it was despite his totem (though it remained unanswered why Mal, a Mal that hadn't had the chance to go through with her plans, was here - and he questioned whether or not it was his own projection) it was incredibly detailed in events. There was taste and smell to the extremes in which even well designed dreamscape couldn't entirely provide, if you focused enough to notice.
If it was his dream, though, he should have been able to manipulated. Hence what he was doing at current, just outside the underwater city, staring at his legs - well, tail - and trying to make it revert back to his usual state of bipedal.
Setting/Location: Sintala, Lake Sitalan
Date & Time: backdated to Day 16, after the trident is found
Warnings: n/a
Summary: arthur mopes around with a new tail. bonnie accosts him.
Arthur couldn't decide what he made of the situation. Swimming was definitely a faster affair with a tail, though it'd taken him some time to get used to moving his lower half as one unit rather than two. It was still, though, a strange occurrence - between turning into a merman and watching the newly human merpeople struggle to either get to the surface or shove the gillyweed plant into their mouths had left him caught in between incredulousness and an odd form of amusement. For being a dream, which he was surely beginning to feel it was despite his totem (though it remained unanswered why Mal, a Mal that hadn't had the chance to go through with her plans, was here - and he questioned whether or not it was his own projection) it was incredibly detailed in events. There was taste and smell to the extremes in which even well designed dreamscape couldn't entirely provide, if you focused enough to notice.
If it was his dream, though, he should have been able to manipulated. Hence what he was doing at current, just outside the underwater city, staring at his legs - well, tail - and trying to make it revert back to his usual state of bipedal.