>>5663423>>5663428>>5663426>>5663449There is no shortage of rocks for Theodore to appropriate to plunge himself deeper into the darkness. Grappling a sufficiently weighty enough boulder immediately begins sinking him. Kaku, meanwhile, simply keeps swimming. Astor keeps forcefully "flying" down to the rest of the group, scooping his wings like some sort of makeshift paddle. He's making decent progress.
For all of those who need air, a strange repetitive song plays in your mind. As if you're running short on oxygen, and by extension, time...!
Tinto follows them down to the depths.
>>5663441>>5663444And unless Poli can read sign language (and for that matter, the other members of the party having the sufficient appendages to communicate in a wordless fashion) there's no way for the non Water-types to speak!
Deeper and deeper, the pressure is mounting to desire a fresh gulp of air. How much longer? There is no more light now...
...Theodore, Astor, and Kaku can feel their faces prickling and their vision swirling...
Suddenly, they breach the surface? Poli gracefully exits the water, with Tinto simply orienting himself to an upright position. However, the other three tumble out and collapse against damp sand. Huh? While the darkness is pervasive, it's not all-consuming to the point of being impossible to navigate. This means you can see. As you look around, you notice that there are pockets of water suspended over inky-black crevasses. The ceiling is even weirder, as it is also suspended ocean. It's as if gravity selectively stopped working.
At least there's air.
