Zone D -- The Foam

[The Future Warrior]

Graowr bounded back along the halls and corridors of the old safehouse, headed back for the out of doors with all due haste. The doors were flung wide open in her wake, crashing against the exterior walls as she darted down the path toward the dock, and the water. She took a brief moment there to rest, catch her breath (figuratively speaking, of course) and look around. Get her bearings, so to speak. And wait for Isaac to catch up, of course. "Okay, so...D2 would be..." she started, scanning the horizon. "...that way, I think!"

"Hey, hey, wait up!" Isaac called out, hurrying down the path. Moving at a fairly quick, shuffling walk, but with a noticeable limp. "Hold your horses, lemme catch up!" When Graowr continued to stand at the edge of the pier, looking out over the water and waiting for him, he seemed immensely grateful, slowing his pace slightly to come to a shuffling stop near her. "Okay, okay...listen, don't go running off like that. Can't really move that fast."

"I was waiting on you!" the majin said brightly, looking up at Isaac. "Just wanted to figure out which way we were headed and get a look at it before running off." She turned back, nodding out toward the way she'd been looking. "Out that way! Nothing that looks like it'll be any real difficulty along the way!"

Isaac looked out over the water, not seeing anything that might be an obstacle or any kind of issue. "Well...guess we'd better get going, then."

And they were moving. The water wasn't any less unpleasant to move through, for the short little blue demon especially. In no time at all the water was back up to her head. Lapping up over where her nose would be, salty drops splashing into her eyes and making her squint against the spray. In her hurry she wasn't bothering to talk much now, eagerly pushing and splashing forward through the water. Thankfully, her small stature and fighting against the water let Isaac keep up fairly easily. His height, natural bulk and the weight of his armor let him slowly but consistently march forward. A slow, plodding pace it might have been, but he didn't have the issue of needing to stumble and cough every few steps, spitting out a mouthful of salty, muddy floodwater. Or blinking stinging brine out of her eyes.

Every now and then she'd disappear completely under the gentle waves, lurking under the water for a few seconds. Some small dip or ditch in the submerged ground swallowed her, and it was a fight to get back up to 'level' ground again, and poke her head abovewater.

"You, uh...you doing alright?" Isaac asked after the fifth or so time this happened. With that weird helmet of his in the way, Graowr couldn't really get a look at his expression, but she'd bet it was concerned. At least a little. Maybe. "Water's almost as deep as you are tall, out here..."

"Yeah, yeah! I'm okay! Promise!" she said earnestly, spitting out some mud-laced water. "I don't really breathe, so this isn't a problem! Just, y'know...tastes bad. Salty and muddy. Blegch..."

The space engineer just shook his head slowly. What had he gotten himself into? "Well, looks like we're starting to head back inland a little. Should start to get a little more shallow soon enough."

"Yeah!" Whether she was agreeing or approving — or possibly both — was hard to tell, but the fist pump from the cerulean bubblegum abomination was unmistakable. She'd be very glad to be out of this water and back into easy moving territory again. And be dry again, for that matter.

Team Space Man Roar (Graowr and Isaac Clarke): Moving from D14 to D10