[Omori finds himself clinging tight as he's carried to the water's edge. The lake's shore looks more like that of a raging sea, waves rising up, then crashing. Omori will have to be lowered into that chaos. He glances over his shoulder at Azathoth, then back on the churning shoreline. He takes a deep breath.
[Both hands fly out. He holds them steady, the fingertips already beginning to emit a blue glow. He just needs to get to the edge of the water, stick his hands in - he's sure that's the way.]
WE CAN BOTH PLAY THE LAKE A LIL BIT
[Both hands fly out. He holds them steady, the fingertips already beginning to emit a blue glow. He just needs to get to the edge of the water, stick his hands in - he's sure that's the way.]