2 Fathoms

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[Hey there Para.  It's day two, and Delta here seems to be well enough to walk around again!  So here's a massive man in a deep-sea diving suit trundle-stomping around the first floor and probably making some low whale-y sounds to himself.  He's being very thorough with his exploration of the castle, or has a whole lot of time on his hands!  Slow and steady~  Why not say hello?]

Comments

[heirdom]

[Of course, the Damian thing to do is to drop off a landing, ninja-style, and creep up on the potentially lethal dude.]

STILL in that stupid costume? You could give Steph a run for her money for impracticality.

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[No need to rush or panic. He didn't try anything stupid.]

[Such unwarranted hostility! Granted, he'd rather not waste the effort of speaking, but isn't going to just stand there.]

. . .Still in that stupid costume?

[heirdom]

Yeah.

[he circles the diver, suspiciously]

You're not exactly in a place where you need that suit.

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

So sure?

[Definitely not bothering to watch as he paces around.]

[heirdom]

Positive.

[Damian reaches to touch his suit.]

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[Delta won't do anything to stop him. He isn't mad, and doesn't think ill of the boy. He's got a pretty high tolerance for people like this, depending on whether or not certain buttons are pressed. That's probably why he's making the effort to talk more.]

Who says I don't?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, one of his legs feels about 80 lbs heavier. A certain redhead is catching a ride.]

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[Bwuh! He stops walking as soon as he notices (which takes a few steps), and looks down, practically growling at the g-...irl?]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[looks up when he stops and grins from ear to ear]

Clunky suit!!!

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[A threat? I think not. He reaches down and, quite gently, lifts Ed up, setting his newfound traveling companion on his back. A bar runs across the back of his tanks, perfect for perching on.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Wha? [Is confused for a second when she's suddenly lifted in the air. When she's seated on the bar she cheers and claps her hands]

A seat just for Edward!

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[Rumbles to himself before moving on along the corridor.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's one of her new favorite people. Is going to skip after him and see what he's doing.]

[heirdom]

[Of course, the Damian thing to do is to drop off a landing, ninja-style, and creep up on the potentially lethal dude.]

STILL in that stupid costume? You could give Steph a run for her money for impracticality.

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[No need to rush or panic. He didn't try anything stupid.]

[Such unwarranted hostility! Granted, he'd rather not waste the effort of speaking, but isn't going to just stand there.]

. . .Still in that stupid costume?

[heirdom]

Yeah.

[he circles the diver, suspiciously]

You're not exactly in a place where you need that suit.

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

So sure?

[Definitely not bothering to watch as he paces around.]

[heirdom]

Positive.

[Damian reaches to touch his suit.]

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[Delta won't do anything to stop him. He isn't mad, and doesn't think ill of the boy. He's got a pretty high tolerance for people like this, depending on whether or not certain buttons are pressed. That's probably why he's making the effort to talk more.]

Who says I don't?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, one of his legs feels about 80 lbs heavier. A certain redhead is catching a ride.]

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[Bwuh! He stops walking as soon as he notices (which takes a few steps), and looks down, practically growling at the g-...irl?]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[looks up when he stops and grins from ear to ear]

Clunky suit!!!

[johnny-topside.livejournal.com]

[A threat? I think not. He reaches down and, quite gently, lifts Ed up, setting his newfound traveling companion on his back. A bar runs across the back of his tanks, perfect for perching on.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Wha? [Is confused for a second when she's suddenly lifted in the air. When she's seated on the bar she cheers and claps her hands]

A seat just for Edward!

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's one of her new favorite people. Is going to skip after him and see what he's doing.]