ic [IC] Constitution, meet Pollution

[olopi]

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Sunday, September 8^th , 2017

The Ocean Floor, somewhere between North America and Europe

2 PM-ish?

 

 

 

Joseph Walker had taken a few days off. Having worked throughout the Christmas season, he now had a few spare days he could take off. Not really having a lot of responsibilities outside of work had its benefits. Like, for example, taking a vacation. Usually, that included using a car or plane, maybe a bike. Especially if one wanted to leave the Isle. But, not it Joseph’s case.

 

 

For him, taking a trip just about anywhere was a matter of walking. He’d left work on Friday and began to pack. By Saturday afternoon he’d fit everything he really needed into a small bag, one he could carry with him. And later on, he set off. Travelling through Wales was not too spectacular. He’d gotten on the evening train, and arrived early in the morning the day after. (Blame public transport for having to take a longer route).

 

 

After a nice breakfast, he set off. Down the ocean floor, towards the west and slightly southwards. And from there on, he kept walking, running and swimming, for a few more hours. It would take quite some time to traverse the entire Atlantic, but it would make for an interesting trip already.  

Edited January 8, 2017 by olopi

[Exaccus]

The sea had long been a comfort to joseph when he was a child, there was after all nothing more promising than what might have waited over the horizon looking out from the small dingy flat he and his birth father had lived in in the earliest years he could remember; family trips to the aquarium with the walker family, particularly the thick plastic walls of the tunnel that travelled through one of the larger oceanic tanks and the vibrance and beauty of the life that it held had calmed him.

 

Now as he walked unprotected beneath tons upon tons of ocean water slowly but steadily plodding his way across the ocean floor his rapidly and forcibly evolved body able to take not only the crushing pressure and freezing cold of the depths unaided, immersing him in a somewhat wilder and murkier version of his memories.

 

He of course did his best not to disturb the environment any more than he needed too and for the most part the ocean life, unsure of what he was let him be, only needing to dissuade a few opportunistic predators with firm but gentle swipes of his massive hands..

 

He was making good time, just a little more and he'd arrive, or so he thought, never having been one for geography he was however certain that even he couldn't miss a continent.

[olopi]

GM

 

Joseph continued to walk. Walk, jog and sprint, depending on how he felt. The journey wasn’t very interesting, only occasionally there was something to see. For the most part it was just walking forwards, as there were no real turns to take. Unless he’d arrive too far south, but he’d only really see about that once he actually arrived, it was hard to tell from below the ocean.

 

He continued to walk for quite a while, and progressively, it got darker. He was still able to see well enough, but the ground became lower and lower, the darkness darker and darker. But then, after some more time of naturally descending the slope, something stuck out. On the ground, something was glowing. Off in the distance, and it was not a “nice” glow. Instead, the …rock (probably?) seemed to get illuminated from below by something. Something that gave off a nasty, bright green glow.

[Exaccus]

With the sickly green light being the only discernable landmark in the abyssal depths he had trundled through he felt he would be fine to make it his next waypoint and so on he thudded across the silt and sand of the ocean floor, edging ever closer to the rock as time passed by.

 

After what felt like 5 minuits of steady plodding he found that he had closed the gap between himself the the glowing curiosity, figuring that it wouldn't hurt any he reached to grasp what he assumed was a rock in his hands and lift it to get a better look at what might be giving off the rotten light.

[olopi]

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Joseph continued to walk. Getting to the light took a bit longer than what he’d first thought, it had looked like it was closer than it actually was. Regardless, after a few minutes of walking, he’d arrived. It was a strange sight, down here in the eternal twilight. A sick green light, coming from below, lighting up this, rather huge, rock and the things surrounding it, with a bit of a faint glow surrounding everything, probably the water itself being lit up.

 

Lifting the rock was no easy task, even for Dreadnought. Not because it was particularly heavy, Joseph barely noticed the weight itself. No, it was because actually getting a grip was quite difficult. Not only was there not a whole lot to grab on to, the rock also was quite slippery, which made sense considering the environment. Still, after some struggling around, he’d finally managed to lift the rock over his head. Revealing below, a pile of almost stereotypical looking barrels, some of whom seemed to have holes in them, which also proved to be the source of the green light.

[Exaccus]

Dreadnought felt his lip curling with disgust as he beheld the sight before him, he'd seen enough comic books and movies to know what this was, or so he thought. the mere idea of toxic waste being dumped here was absolubtely disgusting to him, he had to do something, anything!

 

Being a man of limited understanding he opted for the safest way of disposal he could think of, and perhaps one of the most foolish things he'd ever done, nigh invulnerability or no and opted to of all things, attempt to consume the toxic materials as so far to his knowledge his phisiology had been powerful enough to overcome the most deadly of diseases and poisons he'd exposed himself too when experimenting with his newfound powers he figured this would be as safe a bet as any.

[olopi]

GM

 

It was, definitely, a strange choice. And not one that was very easy to pull off. This mainly had to do with two things. For one, the barrels weren’t exactly small. And even for somebody as tall as Dreadnought, actually fitting them into his mouth wasn’t easy. He had to take a single barrel, and simply bite off chunks of metal and whatever the half liquid-half solid material within was. Not too difficult, but it required some time.

 

Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, this was when Joseph remembered that he actually was deep below the ocean. Which meant that as soon as he’d opened his mouth to try and eat a chunk, water streamed into his stomach. And there wasn’t a whole lot he could do to get rid of it, if he tried to spit it out, more simply came in. So, he simply had to deal with it, eating chunks of metal along the way and hoping there was enough space in his stomach for the amount of barrels he’d found.

 

As he continued to eat, he felt a bit groggy. Something he’d not felt in quite a while, something he couldn’t really pin down. And as if that wasn’t enough, after a few minutes, he’d not eaten everything yet by far, something appeared in the distance. A light, not natural either, but not green. A flashlight? Something along it’s lines at least, as it made its way closer, some dozen feet above Joseph. Or … was it actually two lights? He wasn’t quite sure.

[Exaccus]

Feeling Lightheaded and woozy for the first time in a long time; it was almost pleasent in its own way, a striking change from the steady flow of unchanging nominality but perhaps an inoppertune moment if his swimming vision was to be believed, the appearance of some number of lights appearing over his head.

 

there was little he could do and feeling more curious than intimidated given his almost limitless resilience to harm he opted to instead see how events would transpire despite his current inebriation he was quite sure he could deal with whatever might be thrown at him as he has done so far.

[olopi]

GM

 

The ship(s?) approached slowly, plodding away through the water. As it approached, some distance above Joseph (who currently had half a barrel stuck in his mouth), it became ever more clear that this wasn’t some tiny exploration sub. In fact, it looked more like a small cargo ship. Usually, he could probably have told what model and what flag it sailed under, but seeing it from below made that rather difficult.

 

In fact, he’d only occasionally really see the ships he spent so much time working with from this perspective. It was quite a sight to behold, even if something told him this wasn’t a run-of-the-mill model. Well, apart from the whole being a submarine thing. The ship’s engines stopped, making it drift along for just a few more moments, before coming to a stop almost exactly above Joseph. It was quite imposing from this perspective, blocking out whatever little sun had still come through, meaning everything was now coated in a green glow.

 

And then, the sound of something mechanical moving. And above him, Dreadnought saw some kind of hatch, running along most of the ship, slowly opening.

[Exaccus]

Joseph widened his stance and clenched his meaty hands into fists and hunched his shoulders, locking his massive frame in order to revive the potential! Aggression and answer it with a ground shaking charge, for whilst he hoped it was unneeded it had always been prudent to prepare for the worst.

 

Straining his brain to focus his still unneasy vision and sober up from his intoxication for the coming encounter standing stoicly in hardened resolve in the face of the unknown as the submarines hatch began to open.

[olopi]

GM

 

Down here, it was very quiet. There was only little sound, as the water muffled it all. It was peaceful. Until the hatches opened, that is. Their opening was slow, but it still made some noise. It was nothing fancy, all things considered, nothing too spectacular. Apart from how they were built, something that seemed a bit strange to Joseph’s trained eye. Building something like that wasn’t easy, and required both a lot of careful planning and execution, and heavy modification.

 

As the hatch opened, it actually was a bit disappointing. No robots swimming out guns blazing. No huge explosion. No, just something dropping downwards. Judging by the shape, which was just about visible in the dark, it was still something important. More barrels, looking just like the ones Joseph had spent the last few minutes eating. They weren’t leaking yet.

 

It was quite a big space inside the hatch, truth be told, as barrels tumbled through the water, sinking to the ground at a nice, slow but steady pace.  

[Exaccus]

Hazy visions of donkey Kong swam their way through Joseph's vision as he watched the barrels rolling slowly out of the hatch alongside a sense of slight annoyance that any live in cleaner would know to a Tee, that of more mess being layered ontop of something he'd just cleaned!

 

Fortunately however Josephs brain had taken a grain of inspiration from his days of chasing pixel gorillas through building sites and with a mighty plodding start launches himself over the oncoming barrels and towards e descended ramp, eager to show these environmental hoodlums what-for!

 

He giggled slightly to himself as that particular thought tickled his brain, not minding it turning into a strained gurgle as small pockets of air seeped out from the corners of his clamped lips and clenched teeth.

[olopi]

GM

 

Jumping from barrel to barrel was quite interesting, and probably looked so too. Especially since, technically speaking, it wasn’t jumping. The barrels couldn’t handle that, not with Joseph’s weight. It was more of a swimming upwards, even if it didn’t look like it. Either way, moving upwards wasn’t too difficult, especially with the light from below lighting the way. Taking step after step (or pretending to do so, depending on the viewpoint), he soon arrived at the top, the hatch.

 

The hatch itself was easy enough to traverse. One falling barrel to dodge, and in he was. It was quite small inside, actually. A thin wall separating the area from the rest of the ship, with two chutes going along the side of the hull, like magazines on a gun, but filled with glowing barrels. With each one dropping out, another one was pushed downwards. Either way, it wasn’t too easy to stay up here, as barrels continued to rain downwards. Maybe more drastic measures had to be taken?

[Exaccus]

It was simple really, if the barrels were coming out through the tubes he needed to make it so they simply couldn't anymore and so quickly decided to apply himself to the task, though slowed by the water he brought his hands sharply up and shoved them into a tube each, intending to resist the mechanism, knowing that eventually the system would find its own breaking point so long as he held firm in place.

 

Yet another idea he'd taken from a rather juvinile thing, namely cartoon characters putting their fingers in the barrels of guns.

[olopi]

GM

 

The barrels stopped in their tracks. None more dropped, and nothing else moved. The submarine remained floating in the water, unmoving. There wasn’t much happening, but after a few seconds there was a noise, something inside the sub moving. It gave him a few seconds to brace himself, when the barrels pushed downwards with more force.

 

He barely felt it. The force grew stronger and stronger, but he managed to hold on just fine. Then, things got a bit more unpleasant. The force continued to be the same, but the submarine began to move forward. So instead of just pushing, now Joseph also had to make sure he didn’t fall out. Which actually was a lot easier said than done!

 

It suddenly came to a stop and tried to push out the barrels again. Once again, to no avail. And then, the hatch began to close below him…

[Exaccus]

Dreadnought braced against the increased pressure, perhaps a bit more than was strictly necessary in his somewhat inebriated state, massive boots pressing into the floor of the submarine and leaving shallow indentations and he leaned forwards to resist being dislodged by the vehicle's motion as the machine struggled in vain against his might and sheer mass.

 

That'll learn ya. he thought to himself as the machine relented and the hatch began to close behind him, his head getting a little bit clearer as his all but invulnerable physiology processed the radioactive waste he'd ingested, but still he felt dizzy and unsure of himself, he would need to be careful.

 

Watching over his shoulder as the the last glimps of the open ocean disappeared behind the metal of the submarines hull, now certain that the submarines occupants wouldn't risk exposing themselves to the dangerous material he removed his hands from the chutes, taking a breif moment to look at his palms and clench his fists testingly, attempting to compensate for his slowed reactions and usual insensitive touch.

 

"Hopefully" he said to himself "Won't come t' that." slightly slurred and unfocused before finally looking up from them to better examine the compartment he found himself in; Now the immediate problem had been solved he could move on to trying to find his way deeper into the submarine and bring whomever did this to justice.