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[om_nom_namur]

[The video starts really out of focus. Honestly it's hard to tell what's going on. There seems to be a lot of flailing. And something... blue.]

-in the hell's goin' on this time? 'S bad 'nuff I gotta go through all this damn new world shit all over 'gain but this time the shitty Interface stops workin'? Spent years learnin' t' work the damn thing an' now it's broke? Y' shittin' me?

[There is a deep, aggravated moan and the blue thing flops on the ground- as denoted by a lot of jiggle cam and the sound of a thump. Speaking of things that are blue, that's a nice blue sky with some fluffy clouds, isn't it? After a heavy sigh, the owner of this new communicator moves it around to focus more clearly on his face- thick skinned with lots of pores around the nose and mouth, intense black eyes, and yes, if you squint and turn your head you'd be hard pressed to tell the difference between this face and an actual shark's. With a tattoo.]

A'ight, who all's this thing jawin' at? Do I know any a y'all?

Can talk back t' me, right? Or's it more like the BBS where y' post shit an' then text all the time? Sheheheh! Don't think none a y' wants t' see me textin'.

[He gets louder, pointing a webbed finger at the camera.]

An' don't gimme none a this man 's got a voice t' text feature shit cuz I already been somewhere where that's a thing an' trust me, damn program's dumber'n a jellyfish with half its umbrella caught in a rudder. For them that don't know, jellyfish is probly the dumbest a dumb shits cuz they lit'rally ain't got no brains. Jus' some guts an' a buncha tentacles an' a hole t' shove whatever poor sap gets tangled up with 'em int'. For eatin', y' know?

Anyway.

[Another beleaguered sigh, and he rolls over onto his side, staring forlornly at the communicator.]

Probly gotta find 'nother shitty job 'gain too. Damn it. Someone please tell me there's an ocean out there somewhere, an' that it ain't gods rotted poison t' live in. Please. 'M beggin'. Seriously.

[He bows his head, so the camera gets a nice sideways view of the scenery behind him and some out of focus shots of his hair and dorsal fin.]

Pleeeeeease let there be an ocean.

[A deep breath, and he regains his composure somewhat.]

A'ight. Okay. 'M good. We're good. Talk t' me guys. Babes. Whoever. How's kicks?

[One last, friendly, toothy smile, and he cuts the feed.]

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[Video]

[enchantressofore]

[ Oh good, she needs a distraction. Meet the red head covered in grease and wearing a mechanic's suit. Enjoy the information, weird fish guy. ]

There is an Ocean in the southern-most city, Fayren.

[Video]

[om_nom_namur]

Sweetheart.

[He whispers.]

I love you.

[And he kisses the communicator's camera just to prove it.]

[Video]

[enchantressofore]

. . .

Pardon me?

[ What. ]

[Video]

[om_nom_namur]

Fine. Whatever y' done, yer pardoned. Cuz that's the best damn news I've heard in... months.

Maybe a year.

Got any idea how shitty it is bein' a fishman landlocked? Knowin' there's an ocean out there, tastin' it, but findin' out the damn thing's poison?

Sucked.

I'mma head down south right now an' jump in the water an' swim for three days straight.

[Video]

[redcinemareel]

[She knows that complaining anywhere.]

...are you truly done with your tirade?

[Because she is.]

[Video]

[om_nom_namur]

Never.

But hey, yer talkin' t' me 'gain! Promise I won't bitch 'bout that!

[Video]

[redcinemareel]

[Raises an eyebrow.]

Why wouldn't I be talking to you again?

[Judges him hard now.]

What did you do? You just got here!

[Video]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur shrugs.]

I'unno. I's helpin', but y' bitched me out. Then y' got my girlfriend t' bitch me out. Then y' never talked t' me 'gain an' y' disappeared an' I found yer hair on this shitty li'l altar down in some pit an' then y' came back but y' weren't you. Was differnt.

An' a hell of a lot nicer.

Don't 'member none a that, huh?

[Action]

[orangeoutlaw]

[ALRIGHT! FISH BRO!

Ace charges to the bay, grabs Namur from behind and gives him a Welcome to Genessia suplex]

[Action]

[om_nom_namur]

[Oof!]

[Ass.]

[Get grappled and thrown on your back.]

Well, well, if it ain't the ol' Grill Pit.

[Action]

[orangeoutlaw]

Well if it ain't ugly fish face.

[get your ears tenderly grabbed and headbutted.]

It's great to see you!

[Action]

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, that headbutt was obviously coming, so Namur also headbutts Ace. At the same time.]

Ow!

[He grabs the back of Ace's pants and pulls so he'll get a wedgie.]

Talk t' me, bro. What's the last shit y' r'member 'fore wakin' up in creepy eggville?

[youfool]

A shark man...and one who's been through this sort of thing before. So much curiosity to satisfy..where to begin?

"Things are...interesting, around here. Always are, I guess. Mind answering a few questions?" [Here it goes...]

Ahem. If you were turned upside-down, would you fall asleep instantaneously?"

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur stares at the... fool... on the other end of the line.]

How did y'-

Wait. Turn me over?

Naw that ain't how it works for me.

[And then he realizes he didn't deny it outright.]

Mean. Ain't a shark, dude. Fishman. 'S what I am. That trippy flyin' through the universe in yer head shit don't happen. T' me. Nope.

[He's not blushing because he's a lying liar that lies. Not him. Never.]

[youfool]

"You're not even a little bit shark? I mean, they say men are one quarter sunflower. Something about DNA. Ah well, my mistake." This would be the easiest guy on Earth to lie to, if he didn't ask so many questions.

"Ah, so those parts about being familiar with this kind of technology, poison pools, a mysterious 'BBS', and the like...that was all back on your original world?"

[om_nom_namur]

Well yeah, duh, obviously I got some shark in me. Couple differnt kinds probly, an' maybe some orca if Sal's last pup was mine an' he didn't get it from her. But like. Shit. What kinda monkey'd you come from, huh? If I stick some nuts in a slot in a jar will I catch yer hand? Get mad, gonna beat yer chest? Evolution's a thing an' humans ain't the be-all an' end-all final stage.

[He doesn't say it, but it's pretty obvious from his tone that Namur considers his own species superior.]

But naw, all that other stuff's shit I learned in other worlds. My world's got shit that makes sense, like den den mushis an' dials. Shit like that. What's yer world got?

[Video]

[justicereigns]

There's no ocean.

[HE WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO BE THE MOST WORST!!!]

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[om_nom_namur]

Callin' that cute 'maid a liar?

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[justicereigns]

Which one?

We have have mermaids here, or you just mean a female in general?

[action]

[fierybluebird]

NAM-CHAN!!!

[Phoenix sky tackle glomp and birdie fusses with the black hair.]

[action]

[om_nom_namur]

[Welp. Once again, his head is infested with bird.

By this point, he's honestly not surprised.]

Yo. How long y' been here?

[action]

[fierybluebird]

[Good fishman, best sharkbro.]

I don't know, months perhaps? Time is getting more and more difficult for me to sort out, yoi.

voice;

[espio]

[ooc: oops, tagged with the wrong account...]

[Namur, you're late. What the hell.

Espio's voice sounds flat. Despite having hung around aimlessly for a few months and remains in no danger of fading away as far as he can tell, he's still not entirely convinced he's not living in an elaborate, extended illusion.]

Trust me, it could be worse.

Try living somewhere where the only water comes from either a - a stagnant pond a day's round trip away, b - someone else's delusions fuelled by a source you really don't want to know about, or c - the single period of rain we had in a year and a half.

Having to get a job and figuring out new tech is nothing.

voice;

[om_nom_namur]

Well hell, there's a sound I ain't heard in ages! Gone through some shit, eh? Other'n shitty, how y' been?

voice;

[espio]

More shitty.