Zone D -- The Foam

[Dust]

Arm straight, swing up, twist, and then push. Kick. Repeat twice, and then breath. Long strokes of his strong arms carry Dust through the water, his  head down for three swipes of his paws before he lifts his head from the water and breaths. Kicking his powerful legs push him forward. Silence was his friend, and his thoughts were the only company he had. He wondered how the people he walked away from were doing, the group had been massive and the people in it powerful. But he'd been a witness a lot of fighting even before all this. Never was he allowed to form opinions beyond the tactics the enemy had made.

Avoiding the thoughts of Tamsin that tried to burrow through his concentration, he turned to his thoughts about Jak. Back to Jak. He had been an interesting fellow, a lot of attitude and anger bubbling around inside him. He briefly wondered if Jak knew those skinny jeans he'd been wearing were about as bad as his own trunks in leaving details to the imagination of the women around them. Or.. Men. Slowly Dust was coming to terms with the subject of sexuality. But he didn't want to think about that now, so he sets his thoughts back on the new members of the group.

Deadpool - that was his name, right? He'd been an interesting person. Bright red and black outfit, a fast talker, someone who seemed to have a million thoughts going though his head..

Speaking of heads. Gildarts.. Noble, strong, a serious man with a comically excitable side. He was a man of words, whose words were failing him at the time. A man of ghosts, of a past unread. A strong independent worrier who enjoyed friends. Gildarts was so much of what Dust like to think he could be, except so different to what he really was. It was crazy, but he kinda liked the idea of being able to be the man he might want to be instead of some robot like human turned into a killing machine. 

The public had feared him as a contractor, but here he can laugh and smile with everyone.

Dust swims from D10 to D14