[The Psiioniic stumbles and stutters to a stop at the water's edge, skittish as his old lusus as he glares down at it. No, fuck him, fuck that stupid unbelievably deep piece of shit fucker, he can't believe him! He left. He left, ran away to someplace the Psiioniic can't follow, and he might not come back.]
[Someplace he can't follow... The Psiioniic's shoulders square up and he gives an enraged sharp barking noise in the back of his throat to the sea air. Fuck that. Fists clenching, he begins to stride into the water, shuddering at the coldness as it ends up further and further along his legs. It's just water, he's bathed in it, and he's managed to survive in the harbor water back home just by flailing until he could climb something or a friend pulled him up with psionics. He's going to fucking make it-]
[And then the first big waves hits him, and the Psiioniic realizes it's nothing like floundering in the harbor. It slams him off balance and suddenly he's submerged, sand scraping against his skin harshly. Instinctually, he panics, claws tearing at a hold for anything, but the sand gives him nothing, and the tide- he can't fight against it. For one brief second, he breaks surface, gasping for breath. Another wave, and he's back under again, being tossed and turned beneath the waves helplessly. Sea water is forcing itself into his mouth, the amount of salt making him sick, and the Psiioniic would scream again if he had any air to do so.]
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[The Psiioniic stumbles and stutters to a stop at the water's edge, skittish as his old lusus as he glares down at it. No, fuck him, fuck that stupid unbelievably deep piece of shit fucker, he can't believe him! He left. He left, ran away to someplace the Psiioniic can't follow, and he might not come back.]
[Someplace he can't follow... The Psiioniic's shoulders square up and he gives an enraged sharp barking noise in the back of his throat to the sea air. Fuck that. Fists clenching, he begins to stride into the water, shuddering at the coldness as it ends up further and further along his legs. It's just water, he's bathed in it, and he's managed to survive in the harbor water back home just by flailing until he could climb something or a friend pulled him up with psionics. He's going to fucking make it-]
[And then the first big waves hits him, and the Psiioniic realizes it's nothing like floundering in the harbor. It slams him off balance and suddenly he's submerged, sand scraping against his skin harshly. Instinctually, he panics, claws tearing at a hold for anything, but the sand gives him nothing, and the tide- he can't fight against it. For one brief second, he breaks surface, gasping for breath. Another wave, and he's back under again, being tossed and turned beneath the waves helplessly. Sea water is forcing itself into his mouth, the amount of salt making him sick, and the Psiioniic would scream again if he had any air to do so.]