( When the summary said anywhere there's water, magic took that and ran with it. Homare appears...

In a sink. In the staff toilets of Kaika Theatre. Well, at least they put him in the right building? Spluttering and with his always artistically styled hair a damp mess stuck to his face, his legs jutting out of the sink awkwardly as he tries and fails to find purchase on the counter to push himself out. )

— Oh, mischievous fate, a torrent on myself in an unfamiliar place...!

( What? If he's stuck in a sink he may as well make poetry about it. )

( An artist simply cannot allow new experiences to pass them by, and thus it is completely expected that Homare would be in line to dive under the sea and find himself transformed into a rather fancy betta fish based merman. And, for those unfortunate enough to cross his path, they will find that he is fascinated by their own new additions, swimming in circles around them with an evaluating eye. )

Hm... Marvellous! ( He's polite enough to not touch anyone, but his eyes are gleaming. All of this is going to make for great inspiration. ) The elegant, formidable form of a sea warrior.

( Very approved. It's a shame (for Homare) that his notebook is currently out of the picture this far under the sea. )

( It doesn't take long for Homare to hear tales of Mari Lywd, a figure he's passingly familiar with thanks to the reading necessary to be a creative force, and it takes even less time for him to make the choice to seek the creature out and challenge them to a battle of poetry.

Not for power, but simply as a creative exercise! )

Fellow wordsmith, art's beautiful bandwidth...! Cloaked and shrouded in eternal myth!

( you know... ;) )