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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color] Edge Of The Blue - Bottomless Sea 
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color] 673(+1 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Link & Mr. L directly.
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Mirage eyed Link as he agreed the sharks needed to be dealt with. Well, yeah, not that he doubted the guy would. But then he pointed out they could just use the cannons, which caused the spinning of the Arc-Star to cease, his lips dipping as he was given a much less ship-endangering solution than the one he presented. His eyes shifted between Link and said cannons, before he quickly re-attached the grenade to his belt. [color=DEBA42]"Y-Y'know, you've got a point, there."[/color] He felt defeated, the idea of killing a hoard of sharks with a grenade now passing by. Though a small thought came to mind. [color=DEBA42]"If we shoot them with the cannons, they'll just be mush though, right? If we can take them out without turning them into shark-splatters we could have a [i]lot[/i] of shark to eat off of."[/color] As much as Mirage loved fruit, he didn't want to live off of just that. Seafood sounded fantastic, and the sharks were probably a lot more consistent than the Luma Pool fish. Or maybe he was just trying to get an excuse to grenade a shark.

This was quickly followed by a laugh from that masked-mustachio. Mirage squinted his eyes at the man, not ready to let that smack talk slide. [color=DEBA42]"Yeah, big-nose. I don't know what a 'Brobot' is but these things pack enough of a punch with their disruptor blasts to stall a small aircraft carrier, so I bet that thing would be toast, too."[/color] He retorted, noticing the slight spark in his palm. Mirage recoiled a little from this, but quickly snickered at his discontent with his little electrical mishap. [color=DEBA42]"Don't worry, I'm sure it happens to a lot of guys."[/color] He said with amusement, simply deciding to allow this Mr. L guy to boast about how he'd manhandle the sharks. Alright, if he ended up chewed up like the gum his roommate kept putting under the stools at his bar, he could go ahead.

He let that sit, as they carried into conversation about possibly heading back. Now, Mirage wasn't a captain by any means, and he wasn't terribly good with weather, but the situation did look bad. He wasn't exactly taking sides at the moment, but could acknowledge what made sense. [color=DEBA42]"Yeah-hah, sinking would be a huge no-no. I might be a hell of an athlete but I doubt I'd swim out of here alive, even without the sharks. If we can't be quick about this maybe waiting for a good clearing isn't a bad idea."[/color]

Having not questioned what Link was carrying up to this point, he was startled by the suggestion the blue-wearing man made. Some of it's traits? Mirage took one into his hands with curiosity, staring at it and tilting his head at the sight of the spirit. -- Spirit. What did that mean? Was it alive? ... Previously alive? The idea of it was strange, perhaps even morbid. He was surprised that over the months, he hadn't seen one at all, that he could remember at least. But if this thing could help ensure he survives in the water if he WERE to fall in... Maybe it was a good idea to use it. And hell, if it meant he could swim better, then that mustached guy could kiss his ass about the whole swimming thing. It'd also make him a lot less paranoid about falling in at any point, though this whole 'trait' obtaining thing wasn't a familiar concept. 

[color=DEBA42]"That... Sounds really, really, weird."[/color] He told Link flat-out, though he didn't force the Spirit back to the man in any way. Instead, he looked at it and spoke up again. [color=DEBA42]"But you sound [i]really[/i] serious, so I'm gonna just take your word on this one. Swimming capabili-- Cappasabilla- Swim-good powers, here I come!"[/color]

With a little hesitation, he pressed the [url=https://kancolle.fandom.com/wiki/PT_Imp_Pack]Spirit[/url] into his chest. His eyes sort of darted between himself and the surrounding crew as if he was worried he might keel over and die or something, a bead of sweat going down his forehead.