[seriously]
You got any reason to fear getting stabbed for?
You got any reason to fear getting stabbed for?
[might as well play along]
Fair enough. What can you offer me?
Fair enough. What can you offer me?
[Rin has to admit, he feels -- a lot safer, swimming closer to Karkat, rather than leading. it's a strange, uncomfortable sensation, as Rin has considered himself a lone entity for many years, and only recently come back to the fold of actually having friends. relying on them is still something he's working on, and this kind of relying -- so much more serious than letting Sousuke direct practice while he tends to a family thing, or even counting on Haru to do his best at training to give Rin himself more purpose -- is a little raw]
[(he wonders if this is what his dad felt like, with his crew; he wonders who he stayed near, when water pressed in)]
[these thoughts are way too grim for the already anxiety-inducing swarm of sharks around them; Rin shifts close, and swims just as slow, even though his legs want to kick off the nearest shark and swim back towards the base at top speeds]
I should bring something sharp next time, huh...
[(he wonders if this is what his dad felt like, with his crew; he wonders who he stayed near, when water pressed in)]
[these thoughts are way too grim for the already anxiety-inducing swarm of sharks around them; Rin shifts close, and swims just as slow, even though his legs want to kick off the nearest shark and swim back towards the base at top speeds]
I should bring something sharp next time, huh...
I've never had one before. I'll take it.
[lmfao..this child]
[lmfao..this child]
[Rin's pretty individualistic and self-driven, but he knows how to work in a team, too. it's probably one the things in life he looks most forward to, honestly]
I'd probably cut off my own hand, but just this once, alright. Thanks.
[swimswim, swimswim. the stalkers haven't noticed anything yet. or at least, they don't until the force from their legs knocks into a kelp clump, sending shivers up along it. what's that over there...? there's no rush, just stalkers slowly circling a ring or two closer, even as Rin and Karkat keep moving]
I can't believe I thought nationals were stressful.
[Rin takes the sickle]
I'd probably cut off my own hand, but just this once, alright. Thanks.
[swimswim, swimswim. the stalkers haven't noticed anything yet. or at least, they don't until the force from their legs knocks into a kelp clump, sending shivers up along it. what's that over there...? there's no rush, just stalkers slowly circling a ring or two closer, even as Rin and Karkat keep moving]
I can't believe I thought nationals were stressful.
[Rin takes the sickle]
They're -- uh, I'll tell you later.
[Rin is absolutely getting distracted by the slowly approaching threat, casting glances back over his shoulder every few moments. intuition surges up in his gut; there's a decision coming up on them, fast]
Karkat...?
[one hand tightens on the weapon he doesn't know how to use, and his forearm tenses under the grip Karkat's still got on him. tell him what to do]
[Rin is absolutely getting distracted by the slowly approaching threat, casting glances back over his shoulder every few moments. intuition surges up in his gut; there's a decision coming up on them, fast]
Karkat...?
[one hand tightens on the weapon he doesn't know how to use, and his forearm tenses under the grip Karkat's still got on him. tell him what to do]
How likely would it be to get the chance to test out this description?
[did you say non-negotiable? because he's negotiating in those ten seconds he's given, with short, clipped thoughts. he may be getting nervous, but it hasn't affected his judgement yet --he already wants to make up for the shitshow back at the wreck, where he froze up and didn't know what to do (not helping had never been an option)]
I know being bait's your favourite thing, but why don't you just hold onto me while I swim to that rock? I train with drag suits, it's the same principal. You're not that heavy.
[the thing is, he may be out of his depth, but Karkat's right -- he's just not the kind of person that could let someone stay behind for his sake. it's for the team, or it's for nothing]
I know being bait's your favourite thing, but why don't you just hold onto me while I swim to that rock? I train with drag suits, it's the same principal. You're not that heavy.
[the thing is, he may be out of his depth, but Karkat's right -- he's just not the kind of person that could let someone stay behind for his sake. it's for the team, or it's for nothing]
[and their ten seconds are up; Rin has to decide whether to listen to Karkat or make the decision for both of them what's going to happen next]
[the choice is easy. Rin may be used to being the leader, but he's not the guy who knows what to do in situations like these. Karkat's that guy, and Rin already didn't listen to his advice once, and nearly paid the price]
If you get eaten, I'm going to punch the stalker until it spits you out and I can kick what's left of your ass. Ready?
[Rin lets go of Karkat, body tensing as he prepares to follow orders]
[the choice is easy. Rin may be used to being the leader, but he's not the guy who knows what to do in situations like these. Karkat's that guy, and Rin already didn't listen to his advice once, and nearly paid the price]
If you get eaten, I'm going to punch the stalker until it spits you out and I can kick what's left of your ass. Ready?
[Rin lets go of Karkat, body tensing as he prepares to follow orders]
[Rin shoots off through the water on Karkat's mark, as promptly as if a whistle had blown and he'd launched himself from the starting block. The movement immediately draws the attention of the stalkers, although Rin doesn't see this as he's putting his all into a front crawl that could literally save his life]
[And it kills him a bit, his heart pounding, that he can't look back to see what the hell Karkat is doing. He's got to get to that rock]
[And it kills him a bit, his heart pounding, that he can't look back to see what the hell Karkat is doing. He's got to get to that rock]
Edited 2016-08-20 20:50 (UTC)
[sharp red flashes over the rock, and luckily this time the peering, creepy eyes belong to your predatory friend instead of a predatory foe. thirty seconds was more than enough to cover that distance, for Rin, and he's waiting for Karkat's next move]
I made it, are you hurt?
I made it, are you hurt?
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