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[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac appears once. He's wet. Soaking wet. He doesn't stay long - just time enough to shake off the excess water.

He appears twice, soaked again and a bit bloody. As before, he only stays long enough to dry off and heal himself before vanishing.

It's a long while before he appears a third time, in a far more dire predicament - namely that there is a very large, suckered tentacle wrapped around his neck and middle and one end of it is gushing and oozy green sort of blood. His sword is covered in it as well. Swearing, Isaac squirms loose of the severed limb and dissapears a third time.


When he comes back, he seems terribly worn, and completely coated in the monster's blood. Angrily, he stomps over to the still-twitching and still-oozing tentacle and kicks it, before flopping down to sit and begins to try (futilely) to clean himself off.]

I think I hate the sea.

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Aniki drops briefly and returns with a big, floofy towel in hand.]
What is that glop? Blood?

[She hands the towel over.] Took it from a bathhouse down the road. They'll be bemused when they get it back on washing day.

[The thought seems to amuse her.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Blood.

[Proceeds to wipe his face and hair and hands and whatever else he can, smiling at her explanation]

I pity their laundry maid.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Poor lass. I'll slip a tip in with the towel. [She stretches a bit.] So, then? What happened?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

A kraken.