(ACE) The SHIPWRECK Team

After leaving the past group from Johto, the pair had gone a fair distance in travel. Though having no true sense of direction, they found themselves looking up at the runs of a city. "V- Viggo?" The soft spoken Lapras felt unease in her gut. The city before them, once lush ad vibrant with the colours of gold flint and cinnamon, was now rubble. Buildings were burned and smashed, nothing left to have ever made it seem like there was life there. Flash backs of Goldenrod played in the back of her mind and she ducked her head to avoid looking at it, instead studying her own reflection in the water. The water a deep green and blue, the large eyes she saw reflected back were sorrowed and exhausted. "Aye, lass? What be botherin' ya?"
Viggo's voice was further up, the call louder as he was forced to make up the distance, and the Lapras slowly raised her head again to catch his dark shell in the moving waves. He had been the only one to stay so loyally by her side, the dual type would have gone mad if not for his help endless times. She trusted him more than she trusted herself by that point, and a rare smile graced her features. "Do you really think this is the best place?" Dahlia asked him in her British accent, her expression growing harder as she glanced around them. "W-we could be ambushed," she stuttered, her skin growing cold with the thought of another bout with the infected.

Viggo dipped beneath the waves, his charcoal shell and deep blue scales blending him into invisibility beneath the shimmering surface before popping back up at the female's side. Their time together had been very enjoyable to the old fossil, and even as he looked up at her, pride swelled within him. The wounds she had sustained months ago had scabbed up, the scratches on her breast just lines and the chunk out of her forefin wrapped up. Neither had bled or showed signs of infection so the old Irishman remained positive. "Aye, aye, course it is. In fact, a great find for us," the Tirtouga added mysteriously, his sparkling gaze landing on the far end of the harbour.
"Wh- what? What could possibly be here?" Confused, the dual type frowned. He was not normally so enigmatic, but the way he shot so quickly through the water was infectious. Soon Dahlia herself was also bursting with excitement. When he did nothing to answer her, the Lapras merely followed suit, though slower, as she drifted near to the shores of the city.

Though Dahlia felt her own heart ache with need for her old trainer, and not for the first or last time she prayed he was alright as her gaze flickered from the ruins back to the water. Viggo was not exactly keeping up a slow pace, and she found herself being forced to propel forward to reach him again. "Viggo!" she called out in a laugh. "Slow down for the rest of us, ya old shell!" She teased him openly, but even then Dahlia received nothing but a chuckle in response. He was in a good mood, as was she, something rare and ever taken for granted. Dahlia let her eyes close and she hummed softly, warm in the sun's rays.
Her dozing did not last long though, as the pair slowly made their way through the harbour to a monstrous sight. The Lapras gasped loudly, her jaw falling slack to gape at the monster as the Tirtouga merely beamed, smug.
Before them was the largest cruise ship Dahlia had ever seen, but the entire thing was on it's side in the water, two thirds of it under the waves while the bottom of the boat still peaked out on the side.

"Aye... the wreckage of the Anne."

"...And that's how I ended up here."

Bell looked up at the Nidoqueen whose stomach she had been using to rest. She had been traveling for days, and her feet were sore and swollen. She had been so happy to meet someone, anyone, that she had immediately sat down and began to tell her story. She had been alone for so long, and had been on the move for even longer. She was so happy to find any other living creature out here, in fact, that she completely neglected to notice the large gash opening up the back of the Nidoqueen.


"So what's your name?"


The Nidoqueen's eyes shut slowly, and it let out a long breath. When her eyes opened once more, Bell could have sworn she saw something flash in them. Something angry. Something red. Before she could move, the Nidoqueen rose to her feet, knocking Bell off her comfortable bed. "Whaaaaaaa?"

That was all Bell could say before the Nidoqueen deftly reached down, grabbed her by the tail, and Flung her towards the sea.

What she had to say AFTER being grabbed by the tail and Flung towards the sea, however, was a different story.

"NonononoNONONONONONOONONONONONONONO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"




Bell had been somewhat prepared for a sudden rush of water, of sudden cold and salt. She wasn't prepared to hit a hard surface. If she had had any real bones in her body, she felt as if she would have broken them. Slowly, painfully, she moved her head/body to the side, enough to see a single blue spike less than an inch to her left. She shuddered at the thought of how close the encounter was. The question was... Now where was she?

"Aye... the wreckage of the Anne."

A voice? There were still other people out here? Her sudden disappointment at being rejected by her friend forgotten, she sat up on her new perch.

"H-hello?"

She was about to ask more, or to look around, when her eyes caught sight of the ship. It was gigantic, bigger than anything Bell had ever seen before. Thinking about it, she decided that it was probably even bigger than the pond in Ecruteak that she had called home. Bell quickly dismissed the thought. Surely nothing was THAT big. She had to be remembering wrong. Still… The ship was humongous! “That’s a big boat…” She whispered under her breath. A sudden desire filled her then. She didn’t care that the boat was sideways, or probably dark, or even worse, empty. She wanted to go inside.

A blue and black form snakes through the water without effort. Face set in a scowl the Huntail is in a fowl mood as she moves. She had a love-hate relationship with the kelp beds that made up her hunting grounds. Yes, the plants made for fantastic cover and ambush hunting, food items practically begging to be eaten, but they were also so inconvenient. Everything was much too bright and colorful, the Pokemon too cheery and happy in the environment. Swimming through the kelp and seaweed was even worse. The way it bended and swayed as she swam, giving no fight like a stationary barrier would, yet could still tangle her without even trying was utterly infuriating. The two, well, more like one and a half, dead Remoraids clamped in her jaws made it worth it though. If it wasn't for the sheer abundance of prey Saferi wonders if she could still put up with this territory.

Her deft movements quickly draw her back to her den. The large metal side of The Anne looms before her with its hull riddled with holes. One in particular that was touching the sandy seafloor was perfect size for her and the Huntail slips in with ease. The space is small with a hole leading further into the boat on one side but this little nook is all she needs. Having drawn sand in to coat the rough bottom Saferi's private den is comfortable enough to settle and she starts to feed. Blood filters into the dark water and it refreshes her senses like it had a few minutes ago. Delicious. Her jaws easily bite through the smaller fish and all too soon they are gone. Sucking on a fish tail the Deep Sea Pokemon starts to doze as she lie in her den..

Gold eyes snap open in an instant. Sticking to the shadows she worms out of her den. Not yet. She had claimed the entire ship as her territory despite only exploring a small portion of it. If she didn't patrol it a minimum of once a day unwanted neighbors were sure to appear. And we cant have that. The tail still sticking out from her jaws the Huntails glides through the water, rising higher and higher to start with the upper portions of the boat. Her dark pallet blends in with the seafloor if viewed from above- no one would see her coming unless they were already below her. If they did then they were in for the fi-
Saferi stops, her scarred form twisting in disgust. Shadows. There were Pokemon on the surface. In her territory. Her face twists into a bitter scowl, eyes narrowing and pointed teeth even more visible. They were heading toward the boat for reasons she did not care to know. If they were looking for trouble, they found it.

Arthur was scratching his hands.

This was what he always did when he was anxious, and just lately he hadn't been able to stop. His scales were sore and stinging with small cuts. He had every right to be nervous, of course; he had been an idiot to think that he was better off on his own. He was a disaster waiting to happen whether he was with others or not. And now, he was lost, in the middle of some ruined city he had never seen before in his life. In fact, he was fairly certain he wasn't even in Johto anymore.

"Oooooooh ... oh dear..." the Feraligatr moaned to himself. He did manage to stop scratching in time to give his sore hands a tender lick as he awkwardly shuffled towards the harbour. Perhaps a quick swim would be enough to clear his jumbled skull from the many different things that were worrying him. He dropped to all fours and started to scurry there at a greater speed, pausing for a moment to flick out his tongue and dampen the patches of pink flesh around his mouth that had once been fine scales before they were burnt off. They were itching too. His entire body was due for a wash, he thought; it had been a while since he'd been able to find some water clean enough to swim in without danger of infection. His scales were dry and his throat parched. This is not the life I was supposed to live.  

Dark clouds of saddness descended and threatened to take over any rationable trail of thought, but before any tears arrived, Arthur was met with an incredible sight. An enormous cruise ship lay on its side in the water, slowly bobbing up and down in the waves. The Feraligatr's mouth hung open at the sight; not only was the sheer size of the thing something to marvel at -- It must be the length of a Wailord ... no, two Wailords! Sweet Arceus, it must've been a beauty back in its day. -- but, indeed, how did it end up in such a sorry position? It was like an injured, dethroned giant-king.

Three other Pokemon were gathered nearby, also looking at the half-sunkern ship. Arthur's pace slowed a little as he crept closer; a Lapras and a Tirtouga in the water, and a little Poliwag standing on the large plesiosaur's back. None of them appeared to be infected, so the Feraligatr joined them, standing low on all fours on the edge of the jetty. Normally he'd just keep away from other Pokemon in fear of making an idiot of himself, but his curiosity about the ship helped him to ignore that thought for once. Maybe they knew something about it.

"Wow..." he murmured; somehow the ship looked even bigger now he was closer to it. "Wh-What is that?"

The vaporeon swam through the waters with a relaxed ease. The Bubble Jet Pokemon watched the water around her for anything of interest, but seeing nothing that grabbed her attention she surfaced. Paws churned the dark ocean around her as she looked around, her head above the water as she swirled her tail in circular motions to keep just her head abovewater. Dark violet eyes watched around her for anything, not that anything would be there - Oh hello, what's this? She thought, her eyes finding the three - four pokemon nearby, her eyes almost missing the little poliwag that was on the lapras's back.

Her eyes fell to the Feraligatr that stood at the edge of the jetty, taking in the scars that littered it's form. Obviously something didn't end well there. She thought, before looking at the Tirtouga that was looking at the wreckage of the giant cruise ship.

"Aye... the wreckage of the Anne." Anne? Aysu's perplexed frown grew as she struggled to remember what Anne was. Wasn't it that cruise ship that Shiro had always wanted to go on? She thought, her eyes taking a whole new look at the behemoth of a ship. "So this is the S.S. Anne..." She whispered quietly to herself, before flicking her tail, jumping up out of the water and into the air for a moment as she dove back down into the water, torpedoing through the water towards the trio.

Aysu took a sharp upwards turn as she neared the jetty, giving one last flick of her tail as she broke the water surface, launching herself up into the air before landing with all four paws on the water surface, using Surf to keep her on the water surface. She trotted over towards the trio, her fins pricking up as she walked closer, shaking off a few droplets of water from her scales. She flicked her tail back and forth, the dolphin-like tip brushing the water as she drew up beside the jetty where the Feraligatr was. "What a merry band of misfits you have here. Hope you don't mind me joining in - it's gotten pretty lonely out here. My name's Aysu - and yours?"

The water around him hummed and quivered. The low sound carried far through the water before the singer came into sight.
"Hey ho, let's go! Shoot'em in the back now."
Golden whiskers twisted in jagged electric lines, the constant movement of the ripples around them giving it an outline of static haze.
"What they want, I don't know, They're all revved up and ready to go!"

A mouth that took up the fish's entire face opened wide. Rows of sharp teeth showed along the plate of bone that was the water-types lower jaw. It inhaled deeply.
The water stirred, flowing inwards with violence as the Whisker's pokemon inhaled.
The vaccum from his breath would be enough to drag any slower swimmer straight into his open jaws. Water poured in and along with it struggling fish and strands of floating seaweed from the Kelp Beds. The sharp points of his teeth filtered his food, bisecting the little fish so they would more comfortably lie in his stomach. Closing its massive mouth the singer exhaled, pushing the excess water out through his gills. The water weed sunk into his stomach, nearly dislodging the berry stuck in the hard plate of his jaw.
With his navy blue body pressed low to the sand Bass swum on.

"They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop!"
Bass practically shouts as he convulses his body in a violent dance. The powerful vibrations make the water dance around him.
His whiskers twitch into esoteric shapes as his heart shaped tail beats the water.
The sensitive points of his whiskers feel another vibration outside of his loud singing and break Bass from his dance mania.

There are other pokemon nearby as flickering shadows on the surface. Hopefully they heard his singing.
With a firm stroke of his tail Bass propels himself to the surface. He breaches in a loud of sea spray. The many colorful tattoos stand out in contrast to his dark navy skin. The golden whiskers wave in the air, trying to pick up the vibrations of living heartbeats.
So far, so good.
He crinkles his whiskers into jagged lightning bolts.
"Hey!" Bass calls out to them.
He rolls over on his belly to wave with one fin, at the same time neatly showing off that he has no signs of infection. It wasn't since he left port in Johto that he'd seen any other living pokemon, or at least any living that weren't stuck up snobs.
"You here to check out the ship too?

Once the shock of the massive ship wore off to a point, Dahlia glanced at Viggo. "You knew this would be here?!" she asked the turtle in shock, not able to believe he somehow had known. But the hearty laugh from the older dual type brought a knowing smirk to her face, already aware of his response. "Nah Dahlia! It was a mere thought; followed ma instincts I did!" His laughter was infectious to the larger Pokemon, and it was inevitable that her smile grew genuine, pulling back her lips to reveal rows of teeth as she, too, joined in with the laughter. "You old coot," she teased him playfully, their shared relief at the find plain in their giddy and exhausted faces. Viggo slapped the water with one fin, no worries about an ambush any more.

The pair chuckled together as if long time friends, not a care in the world; they were only interrupted when a cry sounded far off, then the wet plop behind them. Or behind Dahlia in particular. Her neck shooting upright in alarm, she cried out, "What is it!? What is it-! Viggo!" The spooked Lapras was in a frenzy, whipping her head back and forth in a desperate attempt to see the intruder.
Viggo himself narrowed his eyes, coming around Dahlia's side and calling to her, "Calm yerself lass!" he barked, raising his voice enough to catch her attention. "Stop yer thrashin' for a second..." Looking up at her back from his low vantage point, Viggo was met with the sight of a wee child. Her wondrous eyes caught on the ship before them.“That’s a big boat...” The youth breathed in a soft, high voice. The ancient reptile let a relieved smile split his face. "Aye, that it is child. Dahlia!" He called to his companion after assessing the null threat. The Lapras in question turned to stare at him with anxious eyes, her breathing rapid. "It be but a wee lass. A child. It'll be alright Dahlia," Viggo assured her, listening to the long, shaky sigh of the Lapras before addressing the Poliwag. "That it is, lass. Would ya like to come with us for some explorin'?" Viggo had little time to expect a response as they had another newcomer. The turtle tensed with alarm, taking in the form of the new reptile. Ah lass... please stay calm, he prayed for his companion.

Dahlia had quelled her fear for the Poliwag once being assured it was only a child. A child... I haven't seen one in so long... But as Viggo addressed her, the Lapras went stiff. Her amber eyes were suddenly sharp, like a predator, as the blue and red crocodile approached the group, growing wide eyed at the boat. "Wow... Wh-What is that?" he seemed to be asking no one in particular. Dahlia began growling, the sound building in her throat akin to a hissing serpent as she stared down the Feraligatr viciously. "You-" The Lapras was cut off as the louder and ore friendly voice of Viggo overlapped her's.
"Hey there! You lost around here too, friend?" The turtle called out to the croc but dipped his head slightly, allowing him to meet Dahlia's own gaze with his urgent one. Calm lass-!! Don't lose it Dahlia! His eyes were a warning, repeating the same one he had used the last time a Feraligatr had come near: I won't put up with any hostility between guests.

Dahlia opened her jaws slightly, turning in the water so that her aggressive stance kept the Poliwag with her between the child and the beast as she let out a sharp hiss. "Dahlia!" Viggo barked loudly, snapping the Lapras out of her haze as she slowly turned to meet his eyes. Blazing with determination, she was forced to recall Jaws and bit her tongue. The harsh sound dying down, she continued watching the Feraligatr intensely as Viggo spoke with it.
Before he could speak again or respond, a pair of newcomers showed up. A flashy Vaporeon picked up next to the croc, calling out, "What a merry band of misfits you have here. Hope you don't mind me joining in - it's gotten pretty lonely out here. My name's Aysu - and yours?" Viggo grinned; she might not be the friendliest but least she got the ball rolling. "Aye, well met Aysu! Name's Viggo, and this lass here is Dahlia. 'Fraid we hanven't gotten anyone else though!" While he stepped up, the Lapras shied away, her mind shutting down as her eyes glazed over. Backing away slightly, her heart raced with anxiety. S-so many Pokemon! A-all at once!

But just then a colourfull Whiscash called out, flipping his bulky body over to show his clean living status. "Hey! You here to check out the ship too?" A second time, as Dahlia felt herself overwhelmed with so many faces, so suddenly, Viggo nodded back at the catfish. "At this rate I won't have a voice tomorra'... Aye lad, that's the plan! Maybe we should all properly introduce ourselves; I'll go again. Call me Viggo, and this shy lass is Dahlia." Motioning to the Lapras when saying her name, she lowered her head, eyes wide and alarmed as a doe as she stared up at the Feraligatr, Vaporeon, and Whiscash.

[ ooc: OH GOD I HAD FORGTTEN DAHLIA FLIPS OUT WITH FERALIGATR. It was one that cut her chest ad bit her fin, so ohmygod she will not trust Arthur at first ]

[quote="Drago"]

A panicked voice filled the air around Bell. With the pain of landing subsiding, she began to look around more fully. To her opposite side was a long blue trunk, like a tree, growing out of whatever it was she landed on. Eyes slowly drifting upwards, she realized it wasn't a trunk, but a neck! She had landed on someone!

"OhmygoshI'msosorry!" The words stammered out of Bell's mouth before she could slow them. A voice from behind her caused her to whip around again, nearly falling off her perch. Surprisingly, she found herself giggling slightly at the voice's accent. It was unfamiliar to her, and had a fun sound to it. Peering over the edge of the shell, she found herself face to face with a small turtle. She listened quietly and politely- she had intruded on their conversation before, after all, but at the mention of exploring, she lost her composure.

"Would I!" Bell exclaimed, smile nearly splitting her small body in two. That boat was at least... ten times her size! Who knew what could be in there? And besides, going in with friends meant she wouldn't be alone either! The thought of being alone again had almost deterred her from going to take a look in the first place, but now, fears sated, she was ready to go again.

Almost immediately, however, more pokemon started to show up. Spinning her body around, she was able to glimpse a sight of a light blue gator. She had seen pokemon like that in Ecruteak, but did not know the name of it. Underneath her, however, she could feel her newfound friend tensing up, and could hear her objection. Bell only had time to throw a fearful look towards the gator before another voice joined the party.

This one was a Vaporeon. Bell recognized those. She didn't recognize most of the big words she was using however, so she just sat there smiling. When the introductions began, Bell began hopping restlessly, waiting for her turn. Almost before the turtle- Viggy, or something, could finish, Bell chirped in. "And I'm Bell!" Smile once more returning to her face. That was when he showed up.

He was loud, his voice was deep. Bell's eyes widened to take up a majority of her body when she saw him. The painted colors on his blue skin... The bright colors and designs... Bell's tail pounded against Dahlia's shell, as she hopped from foot to foot. "Oh my gosh." She whispered, and then, no longer able to control herself, shouted, "YOU'RE SO PRETTY!"

Her golden yellow eyes are no more then slits as the Saferi watches the intruders. First it was just the two shadows but now its at least four. How quaint.
Sucking the tail into her large jaws the Huntail crunches it into nothing. Their cheerfulness is sickening. All of them, chatting away without a care in the world about someone elses property before them. Damn things think they own the entire ocean. No respect is what these wild fuckers had. She followed as they moved into shallower water, using the shadows of rocks and seaweed to her advantage. If they all stayed over here, away from her ship, then there was no quarrel to be had. The Huntail could tolerate their presence but once it turned to meddling then she had work to do. So far it seemed like they were just passing by and taking a moments respite. Understandable, somewhat.

Saferi can feel the fishnet on her tail wrap in the plants and she growls, flicking her tail hard to free it. One or two stands of the seaweed are uproots in the effort and laze around before coming loose. Fuckers. She loathed these shallows with their damn plants and bright sunlight. Deciding she could still watch from a bit more distant spot the Huntail turns to leave, only to be stopped as yet another Pokemon approaches. It however, was different from the rest. "Hey! You here to check out the ship too?" Another fish. A meddling fish. "At this rate I won't have a voice tomorra'... Aye lad, that's the plan! Maybe we should all properly introduce ourselves; I'll go again. Call me Viggo, and this shy lass is Dahlia." Fuckers, all of them!

Shooting forward the Deep Sea Pokemon approaches the others with anger burning in her large, narrowed eyes. It feels awkward to be so close to the surface. Though her tanks were never particularly deep she had always stayed near the bottom. "Inviting yourself into someone elses property now are you, old man?" She growls, her torn head fin peaking out of the shifting surface water for a moment, "I do say, thats awfully rude."

He wasn't welcome. He had expected them to dislike him, but not immediately. The Lapras growled at him, her narrowed eyes murderous as she turned her head to face him. "You-"
"Hey there! You lost around here too, friend?" the Tirtouga quickly piped in before she could go on. Arthur's face mirrored pure confusion and he trembled as he forced a shaky smile at the dual-type. What could he possibly have done wrong already?

"Ye-Yes," he eventually replied, his stutter only getting worse along with his nerves. "Some-Something like th-th-that."
He clamped his fist into his jaws and backed away as the Lapras turned again and hissed at him. "Dahlia!" Again, the Tirtouga's words seemed to snap her out of whatever rage she was in, and she appeared to calm. Arthur chewed on his dry hand as his heart started pounding, his mind racing to come up with the worse scenario it could think of.

No. Calm down, Arthur thought, pulling his fist from his mouth as the metalic taste of blood seeped onto his tongue. Other Pokemon were gathering to marvel at the ship too, and he didn't want their first sight of him to be while he was in the middle of a panic attack. Calm down ... while the old guy is here, I'll be OK. She seems to listen to him...

One of the newcomers was a Huntail, who didn't appear to happy by their presense. Well, I'm sorry! I guess asking questions about a capsized ship is too much to ask! Arthur inwardly raged, his anger instantly softening into sadness as tears sprung from his eyes.

"I ... I-I th-think I should l-leave," he choked, his voice wavering as he tried to keep it under control. "I'm ... cl-clearly not w-wanted..."

Aysu's violet gaze shifts towards the Feraligatr. "Wow... Wh-What is that?" She blinks slightly. "It's a shipwreck, what else could it be?" She said, turning her gaze back towards the Lapras and Tirtouga. "Aye, well met Aysu! Name's Viggo, and this lass here is Dahlia. 'Fraid we hanven't gotten anyone else though!" She nodded, falling back on her haunches, her form drifting up and down with the tide. She looked around as the water began shifting underneath her. A wishcash surfaced over to her right, and her watchful gaze looked over.

"Hey! You here to check out the ship too?" She nodded slightly, and watched as Viggo introduced them. "At this rate I won't have a voice tomorra'... Aye lad, that's the plan! Maybe we should all properly introduce ourselves; I'll go again. Call me Viggo, and this shy lass is Dahlia." Aysu nodded, getting back to her paws and giving everyone a mock bow by raising her paw and bending her other front leg.  "The name's Aysu" She said, standing back and watching as the Poliwag finally noticed the tattooed fish.

"And I'm Bell!" Aysu watched as the child's eyes looked over before falling on the wishcash. "Oh my gosh." A small smile crept up onto Aysu's face, before falling back to a neutral look. "YOU'RE SO PRETTY!" Her fins fell back at he loud yell, and she gritted her teeth. "Maybe we can lower the noise please Bell?"

"Inviting yourself into someone elses property now are you, old man?" Aysu's violet gaze snapped over to the advancing huntail, taking in it's many scars and battle posture. She scanned over the serpent's form, noting every detail. Well fashioned battler, lots of experience, strong, but aged. How odd. Obviously experienced, though I'd rather not find out firsthand. She thought, blinking as the huntail spoke again.

"I do say, thats awfully rude." Aysu shrugged slightly. "Can't blame a 'mon for being curious." She said matter-of-factly, her voice monotone, almost bored as she held herself a bit higher, a champions air surrounding her.

"I ... I-I th-think I should l-leave," Her gaze softened as she looked back at the timid Feraligatr, and raising the water around her with Surf, she drew level with the jetty, stepping up onto the wood and letting the water fall back down."I'm ... cl-clearly not w-wanted..." She smiled kindly, looking at the water type. "Hey, it's okay - some of us may of had bad experiences. That doesn't mean you are not wanted. You seem like wonderful company." She said, her voice soft and melodic as she spoke, her eyes shining with kindness.

"At this rate I won't have a voice tomorra'... Aye lad, that's the plan! Maybe we should all properly introduce ourselves; I'll go again. Call me Viggo, and this shy lass is Dahlia."
The Tirtouga introduces himself and the Lapras. Bass assumes he's already introduced the Vaporeon but it looks like they're still in the middle of introductions.
"'M Bass." He hums deeply, the deep tone making the water around him vibrate.
Water had the BEST accoustics.
"And I'm Bell!" A small voice chirps up and Bass smiles to see the little Polywag perched on the Lapras's rocky shell.
"Oh my gosh." The little water type gasps and Bass's whiskers curl back, hoping she isn't going to say something cruel.
Few pokemon and fewer humans have had anything good to say about tats but Bass liked them, they represented his personality.
"YOU'RE SO PRETTY!" Bell shouts, hopping up and down on Dahlia's shell.
"Maybe we can lower the noise please Bell?" The Vaporeon hisses, flaring her fins at the loud noise.
Bass grins widely, turning his body to show the tattoes extend from his face along the curve of his back. There are many different pictures all in equally bright ink; a rose, a skull, flames, a dagger, a curled Ekans, a crashing wave, a Beautifly, an achor, lightning and many more pushing up against and overlapping each other.
"You can touch if you want to." As he speaks the silver piercing of his tongue catches the light.
He coasts a bit closer to the Lapras so the littlest Water Type can reach out and touch the tattoes if she wants. His cream colored underbelly is the only part not completly adorned.
"Inviting yourself into someone elses property now are you, old man?" Bass curls his whiskers at the sound. Despite his massive size his whiskers where thin and very sensitive. They could pick up the pulse of a heartbeat through the water but even in air they had their uses.
"I do say, thats awfully rude." The hiss to that last word was decidedly not friendly.
Bass rolls over in the water, dipping his head under to wet his whiskers once again.
"Sorry ma'am, ain't tryin' to cause trouble for ya, just wanna check out the big boat before it gets full of crawlies you know what I mean? It was a pretty impressive tub."
The large fish tries to smile charmingly.
"But if we're bothing ya I can pass. Wouldn't want to put a pretty lady to inconvieniance."
"I ... I-I th-think I should l-leave," A pokemon Bass hadn't immediately noticed mutters. There seems to be something wrong with his scales, some scars or maybe burns. ""I'm ... cl-clearly not w-wanted..."
Bass yawns lazily, showing the truly massive way his mouth could expand.
"Chill Crocodude#2, we're all friends here." He says before the Vaporeon chips in with what sounds like more helpful advice.
"Hey, it's okay - some of us may of had bad experiences. That doesn't mean you are not wanted. You seem like wonderful company."
Bass grins. Everyone here seemed to be alright. He should be able to chill for a bit without trouble.

"And I'm Bell!" 
The Lapras turned her head around to give a rare but genuine smile to the Poliwag. Despite only knowing her for only a minute, Dahlia already didn't ever want to let the little girl go.
But as she caugh sight of the Whiscash, she gasped loudly. "Oh my gosh... YOU'RE SO PRETTY!" This earned an actual giggle from the female, her head dipping slightly as she gave a soft, feminine chuckle to herself. Oh how she missed those times... However the Vaporeon turned and glared at Bell, gritting her teeth as she tensely scolded the child. "Maybe we can lower the noise please Bell?" Dahlia's head snapped up then, her amber eyes flashing with outrage as she opened her mouth to openly challenge the Eeveelution. "She's doing no harm," the Lapras responded, her undertone tense as it bordered hostile.

"I ... I-I th-think I should l-leave," The Feraligatr caught her attention then, and Dahlia was shocked by how upset he was. ""I'm ... cl-clearly not w-wanted..." The dual type recoiled, her eyes still bright with suspicion. What game was he playing at? But looking at his demeanor, the way he held himself so low, fidgeting, the Lapras had to admit he looked scared. Still tense, Dahlia contemplated as she listened to Bass and Aysu consoled him. "...Y-yeah," she finally stammered out. "It's alright...having friends is much better than being alone..." Even as she spoke, the Lapras still was clearly in an untrusting pose, her body keeping Bell a dozen feet from him, but as she looked away the Lapras caught Viggo's eye.

He was smiling.

The Tirtouga had watched quietly, merely a spectator as Dahlia stumbled over comforting the Feraligatr. Someone even shyer than you, aye lass? he mused silently, but he saw the Lapras freeze up as a sudden new voice drawled over them. Thick with aggression, Viggo whipped around to meet the creature who addressed him.

"Inviting yourself into someone else's property now are you, old man?" A see dragon of a serpent emerged, an ugly scarred thing with dappled blues and blacks. "I do say, that's awfully rude," she continued, gold eyes unwavering. The reptile held himself tall, his expression cool as he did not back down. "...And that ain't the right way to address a group of strangers, lass," he warned slowly.
Bass tried defusing the tension, but Viggo merely continued afterwards.
"Sorry ma'am, ain't tryin' to cause trouble for ya, just wanna check out the big boat before it gets full of crawlies you know what I mean? It was a pretty impressive tub. But if we're bothing ya I can pass. Wouldn't want to put a pretty lady to inconvenience."

"If yer lookin' to tell us to leave, a simple 'please' woulda been better for ya, lass," Viggo growled, narrowing his eyes. "You're out numbered, and snappin' at us ain't better than simple words. I don't want a fight, living versus living is pointless when the dead rises." While intruding on the Huntail's territory had been unexpected, the last thing he would do is back down if they were attacked. His fins tense, Viggo prepared for the strength needed for a Sack Down technique if she did indeed not heed his warning.

Bell was still hopping from toe to toe on Dahlia's shell when the Vaporeon scolded her. Instantly aware of what she had just done, she stopped on one toe, balancing in that position. Her tail whipped out from behind her, wrapping around her mouth and the front of her body. Her mother had always been stern about making too much noise. She hoped she hadn't made any of her friends too angry. They seemed to be all right, and had already gone back to discussing their grown-up matters. Bell didn't really care what the rest of them were talking about, she just wanted to explore the ship.

Lowering herself down onto both her feet, she began to look around. The voices of her new friends were all around her, but she wasn't really listening to them.  The clouds had caught her attention. Staring up was a challenge, since she had no neck. To remedy this, she leaned back against one of Dolly's shell-spikes. Staring at the sky, she began to find shapes in the clouds. That one looks like a tree! She thought to herself, moving on to the next formation. The next cloud over was rather round, with four extra bits coming off it, two on each side. That one looks like Viggy! In her attempts to keep from giggling loudly at this discovery, Bell nearly fell into the water. Catching herself, she wrapped her tail around the shell-spike she had been resting on.

Lowering her gaze, she noticed the Pretty Fish coming closer. Eyes widening, she realized what was going on. He was still talking to the others, but he was inviting her to touch the pretty art on his body. Grinning, Bell reached out, using her tail as an anchor on the shell. Just barely, she could reach, rubbing her hand on the bright red rose on his fin. She enjoyed the closer view immensely. Thinking back, she wasn't sure if she'd seen anything so colorful or bright. Seeing the little pink hearts on the other side of his dorsal fin though, Bell couldn't help herself. She tried to reach it. It was waaaay too far away. Losing her grip on the shell, she slipped, dropping into the cold water below. A soft "Plop" sound followed her, but there was no splash.

Floating in the water, only Bell's eyes were above the surface. Her mouth was pouting slightly, but her eyes were filled with determination. She would reach that heart, whatever it took. Sneaking around to the other side of Mr. Rainbows, Bell tried to find a way to climb up. Eyes locked onto his tall fin, she made her move. Propelling herself with her flat tail, she made it about halfway up his back. Scrambling frantically the rest of the way, she managed to balance herself on top. Once again grinning, Bell realized something amazing. There were two pink hearts! Rubbing them both softly, he grin grew even larger. Her new friends were amazing!

Her stare did not let up from the Tirtouga. Only after being so close to this group did she notice the small child among them. I hate kids. The things were much too happy for their own good and this one was no acceptation. Fangs itching to snap at its flap tail the Poliwag is lucky another Pokemon speaks first. "Can't blame a 'mon for being curious." Another aged voice sounds from above the surface. "Actually, I can, princess." She sneers, instantly unimpressed and annoyed by the creatures posture. They way the Bubble Jet Pokemon stood above on the surface, holding herself above the others with pride in her gaze while there is absolutely no need is sickening. Ill shred you first. The show off could feed her prey species, undeserving to even be called a meal. "...And that ain't the right way to address a group of strangers, lass," Saferi's tail flicks downward to keep her in a proper 'hovering' state while she eyed the Tirtouga, taking in the years behind its dark eyes. "I could say the same about you."

"Sorry ma'am, ain't tryin' to cause trouble for ya, just wanna check out the big boat before it gets full of crawlies you know what I mean? It was a pretty impressive tub." Breaking her stare with the Tirtouga she finds herself not intimidated but confused by the Wishcash. The strange colorful patterns that adorned its skin.. while they did not look natural they were definitely made with care. Thats.. unusual. Unnatural was a better word but what could she say? Her own skin was less then natural looking for her species. The Huntail grumbles begrudgingly as she realizes the much larger fish hadn't actually pricked her nerves like the rest of them. "Exactly why I keep 'crawlies' like yourselves away from it." She grunts, gold eyes no longer hard but more bored.

"But if we're bothing ya I can pass. Wouldn't want to put a pretty lady to inconvenience." The comment goes over the Huntails head as the turtle continues, "If yer lookin' to tell us to leave, a simple 'please' woulda been better for ya, lass," "I dont say 'please' to pests." The words hiss from her teeth, still showing her anger though her gaze had become uninterested. "You're out numbered, and snappin' at us ain't better than simple words. I don't want a fight, living versus living is pointless when the dead rises." Two golden eyes sweep slowly over each Pokemon. None of them look to be a particularly hard fight, all bark and no bite so to speak. How many of you would be fish food.. At least three of them could succumb without giving her so much as a scratch. Looking back to the turtle her gaze has not lightened but her voice reflects much of the same boredom. "Take your little pod and scram old man. If you care about whats good for them I wouldn't suggest moving closer to that boat." The Huntail gives a dark grin, danger dancing in her gaze, "There are dangerous things in these waters." Her eyes fall on Bell, "Many of them with no mercy."

Aysu narrowed her eyes at the eel as it snapped back at her. "Actually, I can, princess." The water around her swirled angrily, but her stare stayed steady. She growled slightly, her violet gaze keeping with the eel's old cold golden glare.  "...And that ain't the right way to address a group of strangers, lass," Aysu's calm gaze flickered over to Viggo, and she frowned slightly. "Agreed. We're doing no harm." She muttered, her voice low and annoyed. "I could say the same about you." She sighed heavily, her gaze finally breaking from that cold, yellow stare. "Sass isn't getting you anywhere, if anything, it's making you seem rather unintelligent."

She jumped down into the water, landing on the water surface with only a slight ripple of the surface. She sat down, slowly drifting up and down as the waves shifted. She flared her fins as Bass spoke to the Huntail, her frill glittering with water droplets. "Sorry ma'am, ain't tryin' to cause trouble for ya, just wanna check out the big boat before it gets full of crawlies you know what I mean? It was a pretty impressive tub." She raised an eyebrow. Was? "The S.S. Anne was a rather impressive liner, and it still is, even capsized as it is now." She mused, more to herself to anything really. Aysu let her watchful violet eyes fall on the Huntail again, and the water around her swirled slightly as her patience grew thinner just watching the eel. "Exactly why I keep 'crawlies' like yourselves away from it." She narrowed her eyes as water rose around her, lifting her up a little higher above the water surface, but then she drifted back down, her glare holding firm. "Insult is not needed, nor was it ever needed, eel." She hissed, fins flaring before settling back down again.

Bass's low rumble dragged her glare away from the bitchy eel, and her deep purple gaze softened. "But if we're bothering ya I can pass. Wouldn't want to put a pretty lady to inconvenience." Aysu frowned slightly, but nodded after moment of silence."Agreed. I only came over to investigate. The new state of the region is rather trivial. I've never been to Orre, and I was just curious." She muttered, her paws sinking into the water a little bit, ripples coming from the four points where they had dropped in. "If yer lookin' to tell us to leave, a simple 'please' woulda been better for ya, lass," Aysu rolled her eyes. "Somehow I don't think she would of even considered it." She retorted, her voice sarcastic."I don't say 'please' to pests.""My point, right there." She mused, the water carrying her back up to the dock, where she stepped off onto the wood beside the Feraligatr.

"You're out numbered, and snappin' at us ain't better than simple words. I don't want a fight, living versus living is pointless when the dead rises." Aysu sat down on the wood, her tail curling around her paws as she watched quietly, now content to sit back and watch again. "Take your little pod and scram old man. If you care about whats good for them I wouldn't suggest moving closer to that boat." The Bubble Jet Pokemon gave a little laugh, before returning to silence. Pod? She was more curious to see how these survivors had stayed this long. "I'm merely here to observe. I'd rather not get my paws soiled, by bloodshed or by mud. Doesn't mean I'm not able to however." She added in, watching the Huntail as it glared it's golden glare at the small poliwag on the Lapras's back.

"There are dangerous things in these waters." Her scales ran cold at the thought of the Huntails words. She knew full well that the lands and waters that were ridden with Taint were no place for a child. "Many of them with no mercy." She narrowed her violet gaze. Was that a threat? She didn't mind the eel's hostile manner and chatter, but the Vaporeon would not stand for threats against a child. "Much like yourself I am assuming." She let her words hang in the air, her purple gaze piercing as she glared, eyes narrowed in suspicion. The air had a sour note to it, and it gave Aysu a mild feeling of dread. She didn't like it here - and it wasn't just the eel that was setting her on edge.

Bass watched the back and forth of conversation with dismay. They were all alike here, all living water types, what reason did they have for fighting?
With a deep rumble of displeasure making its way up from the pit of his stomach Bass tries to think of something to say.
He didn't think the pretty Huntail's request was too farfetched but it seemed the others just didn't like the idea of being told what to do. He could sympathize with that but from what he remembered about the serpentine water types they liked deep dark water which is why you rarely saw a healthy one this far up.
"You sick?" He asked the Huntail. "Or is the big boat just your home?"
They were territorial right? No wonder she'd be pissed if a group of strangers were talking about forcing their way into her home.
Bass flicked his tail, turning back towards Viggo and Dahlia.
"Can't blame the girl for being blunt." He points out, trying to calm the situation down. He'd hate for things to come to blows over something so stupid. Fights were for when you really needed it.
The Whiscash wriggles back, sinking a bit lower in the water to let the child climb up on his back. He bends up the tip of his tail to stop her from slipping back down his back. His long golden whiskers curl around, ready to catch her if she slips but despite the Poliwag's lack of arms she makes the climb just fine. At the top of her climb the child rubs two of the hearts on either side of his main fin.
"Good job. You got a favorite?" Bass asks her, looking up.
The kid was cute, all smiles and sunshine. The other's he wasn't too sure of but everyone seemed alright.
He yawned, his mouth suddenly growing to take up twice the space it had before. The plate of sharp teeth that rested below his gums showed for a moment before he shut his jaws and blew a thin stream of water upwards in front of the child.
It was getting darker and he was getting a bit tired of this pissing around. So the Huntail was a bit rude, the ocean was filled with flesh-eating monsters. There were much worse things around than a gal who disliked strangers.
"My name's Bass." The tattooed fish introduces himself. Sure, she may have overheard them earlier but he wasn't entirely sure. "It's getting quite late and we'd 'preciate it if we could take a rest in ya ship before those dangerous things you mentioned start trying to pick a fight. A fight near here ain't gonna be good for any of us."

"Take your little pod and scram old man." The Huntail was not responding well to reason, and Viggo found his Blue eyes narrowing. "What was that, lass?" he asked in a low tone, though the caution was replaced by a rough undertone, the threats not going over his head. "If you care about what's good for them I wouldn't suggest moving closer to that boat." The Tirtouga gritted his teeth then, almost at a loss for words against the blatant hostility she gave off. He had no doubt they could defend themselves in a fight, she was greatly out numbered, but her attitude was ruining his earlier optimistic mood. It was the laugh from the Vaporeon that caught his attention, her voice more full of itself than Viggo personally liked to hear. "I'm merely here to observe. I'd rather not get my paws soiled, by bloodshed or by mud. Doesn't mean I'm not able to however," she added, earning a quirked eyebrow from the sea turtle. Best watch that one... he decided to himself, the selfishness in her words heard loud and clear.

Shaking his head to temporarily disregard Aysu, Viggo's eyes hardened again as he faced the Huntail, raising himself to a threatening upright position in the water. "It isn't up to me who is part of my pod, but that don't mean I will not protect them myself to the death. Whoever wants to stick around is welcome to, aye, but I won't sit for any threats to them under my account," he growled.

"There are dangerous things in these waters," she shot back in a cool tone. "Many of them with no mercy." But the direction of her gaze brought a lump of dread to the elder's gut. She was watching Bell, the small Poliwag making new friends with Bass, the Whiscash. This caused him to bare his teeth is aggravation, even as Aysu spat back, "Much like yourself I am assuming." Viggo clenched his muscles tight even as he moved closer to Ball and Bass alike. "Ain't no one going to threaten a wee lass in front of my and get away with it," he spat, the closest he had ever been to truly letting his temper loose. The Whiscash added in cooly, "Can't blame the girl for being blunt." The dual type resisted the urge to turn on him, but reminded himself that Bass was not the problem. "You could have easily had me agree to turn without threats, lass, but now you've crossed that line."


Dahlia had been watching Bell, keeping her amber eyes on the child as she plopped into the water and swam over to the Whiscash. Despite only just meeting the child, the Lapras found herself worrying about her, and inevitably smiling softly as Bell hopped easily up onto Bass' back. "Good job. You got a favorite?" the catfish asked the small Poliwag in a friendly matter, glancing up at her. The sight was so amusing, the Lapras forgot her growing anxiety and ducked under the water's surface, only her head above, as she resurfaced by Bass and Bell. Watching with warm eyes, Dahlia did not say anything, but the smile on her face was genuine as she unintentionally floated in between the Huntail and the pair. The sharp tone from Viggo jerked her back, though, and the Lapras turned to see the stand off with wide eyes.

Viggo angry was a site she had never seen, the older sea turtle the epitome of calm and smoothing over hostility, but it was something the Huntail said that caught her off guard; "There are dangerous things in these waters... Many of them with no mercy." The cold eyes of the Huntail drifted very obviously over the Tirtouga and to the Poliwag behind Dahlia, causing her to bristle immediately. Viggo lashed out first, but the Lapras hissed through her teeth. Immediately flaring out her fins and positioning her large body between the Huntail and Bell, Dahlia pulled her lips back to show rows of not sharp but numerous teeth, her amber eyes dark. "No one cares about your territory," she hissed dangerously, a sinister feeling swirling deep within her mind as the anger grew to wrathful hope for revenge against the serpent. "No one is just leaving with some prick like you around here," she spat back curtly, but to her dismay Bass came out from behind her as she finished speaking, leaving Bell in easy range of the hostile Huntail.

"It's getting quite late and we'd 'preciate it if we could take a rest in ya ship before those dangerous things you mentioned start trying to pick a fight. A fight near here ain't gonna be good for any of us," he shared, as if the hostility was not thick enough to cut with a butter knife. "You're asking it if it minds helping us?" Dahlia hissed in disbelief, unable to process what she was hearing. Viggo's deep voice cut through, though grim it lacked his spiking rage from earlier. "...Aye, lad, while that is a modest request, I doubt the lass would be up for such an arrangement." As close to sarcastic as the elder could be, his tone was dry even as he never let his eyes leave the Huntail.

Bell was midway between trying to decide which heart-drawing was pinker, when Mr. Rainbows spoke up.

"Good job. You got a favorite?"

Bell had to think about that for a moment. The pink hearts were cute, but there were two of them. They couldn't both be her favorite, after all. Looking down once more to the rest of the colorful art on her beautiful steed, she finally made her decision. Nodding her head-body, she pointed with her tail to the large red rose on his right fin. "This one!" She said happily, working hard to keep her voice down. She had barely given an answer, however, before Rainbows shot a stream of water into the air, making Bell her own personal fountain. Eyes sparkling, Bell laughed, failing her struggles to keep quiet. All at once, she was suddenly aware that someone was staring at her.

She whipped her body around, expecting to be scolded once more by the Vaporeon. What she saw instead nearly made her fall off Rainbows's back. A black serpentfins torn and sharp teeth poking out of its closed mouth. It's yellow eyes seemed to Bell to be boring into her head. She had not noticed this pokemon before, and its appearance frightened her. Shrinking back slightly, Bell was rescued by Dolly, who quickly got in the way between her and the snake-thing. Hopping gently from Mr. Rainbows's back to Dolly's, Bell decided that it was finally time for her to start paying attention.

From what she could gather, the snake-lady didn't want the rest of them exploring the boat. By this time, Bell had become incredibly excited to go on an adventure with her new friends. The smile she had worn since arriving began to falter, and small tears began to form in her eyes. "We're still gonna go in the boat, right?" She asked Dolly, trying not to be heard by the others. She didn't want to make the situation worse, but... There was so much fun to be had on that ship.


((OOC: If it's not okay to have Bell move back to Dahlia, lemme know))

"I'm merely here to observe. I'd rather not get my paws soiled, by bloodshed or by mud. Doesn't mean I'm not able to however." Obviously. The bitch looked like a fish bone- flexible but having no real strength to it. You're weak. The signs of age showed in the marks beneath her eyes and nicks in her fins. No matter how high her ego was the thing had no backbone. "Much like yourself I am assuming." "You'll wish I the most dangerous thing in these waters." The damned creature didnt even have the honor of getting her attention any longer, all words it said ignored. She was too easy.

"You sick? Or is the big boat just your home?" Saferi grunted a lungful of bubbles, rolling her eyes toward the Whiscash. He was almost amusing compared to these other fuckers. Almost. Spinning a bit so her long boy rests in front the the eel waves her tail it in front of him, the trapped netting swaying with her movements. "I dont see any Ick or Dropsy here." The sun shines down through the close surface, uncomfortably glistening in her golden eyes and off her bright scales. "Can't blame the girl for being blunt." Perhaps it was his strange coloration or the non-hostile response but the catfish managed to gain an amused grunt.
Nothing amusing ever lasted though as one of the bitches started going off again. "No one cares about your territory," "Thats a given." She was the only who was supposed to care about her territory and meddlers get chased off or eaten. "No one is just leaving with some prick like you around here," The Lapras tried to make herself larger and more frightening but the Huntail was not intimidated nor impressed. Shoddy tactics like that did nothing to protect oneself. "So you would rather hang around her with some prick then? Such a masochist, sweetheart. No wonder youre half fishmeal already." Did any of these Pokemon have brains?

"My name's Bass." Names, a formality that a solitary creature had no use for. Its filed away deep in her mind but she hardly even notices it was dropped. "It's getting quite late and we'd 'preciate it if we could take a rest in ya ship before those dangerous things you mentioned start trying to pick a fight. A fight near here ain't gonna be good for any of us." With a low chuckle the Huntail eyes her fellow fish carefully, a light dancing in her bright gaze, "I could see you wanting to but not these surface dwellers. They are only looking to feed curiosity and wander where not welcomed."

"You're asking it if it minds helping us?" A serpents body goes rigid. What did she just say? "...Aye, lad, while that is a modest request, I doubt the lass would be up for such an arrangement." "Look here you rotten sack of meat," She growls, swimming a bit closer to the Lapras, "While it may seem like some wonderland of fun to ya fuckers there is nothing to see on that ship." A wave bobs overhead, shifting her backward while her sight moves to that of the turtle, "If you know whats good for you you would want to swim away from it before its too late." Pops wouldn't listen to her, he was too proud. "It would be in both of our best interests." Sending them away wasn't out of the kindness of her blackened heart. These fuckers were gonna stank up her waters, get themselves killed and taint it with their corpses, eat her prey and make it even more difficult to hunt in these damn plants. A group this size lollygagging around the ship would only bring about the interest of those unwanted.

((Skip. ;_; Amazing how much catching up I need to do after a one week absence. There's too much to work with so I'll start over next cycle. Arthur's just standing off to the side and looking nervous. If someone could talk to him that would be a good prompt for me to continue with him. :]))

Aysu watched carefully as Viggo arched up at the eel. "What was that, lass?" She watched the prehistoric turtle as they moved to be in front of the wishcash and Bell. "It isn't up to me who is part of my pod, but that don't mean I will not protect them myself to the death. Whoever wants to stick around is welcome to, aye, but I won't sit for any threats to them under my account," Her gaze shifted from the tirtouga to the child on Bass's back, and she flicked her fins back over to Viggo and the eel. "Ain't no one going to threaten a wee lass in front of me and get away with it," Aysu went to reply, but she thought against it - instead settlin for sitting down and curling her tail around her paws, the cerulean scales still shimmering from the water.

"Can't blame the girl for being blunt." An eye roll followed the wishcash's words, before her violet eyes slid over to look sidelong at the wishcash. "Yes, but there were plenty of other methods to take instead of the hostile route." She murmered, her fins flicking back and forth as she listened into the conversation. "You could have easily had me agree to turn without threats, lass, but now you've crossed that line." A sigh escaped the vaporeon and she got to her paws moving across the wooden pier soundlessly as she stood. "You'll wish I the most dangerous thing in these waters." The huntail's words only further solidified Aysu's feeling of dread, and she began examining the water even more cautiously.

"You sick? Or is the big boat just your home?" Aysu had been wondering that herself actually. That's right - Huntail are usually deep sea snakes, for one to be this high up in the waters, she either lives in the wreckage or she's sick. Either would explain her crabby mood. She thought, looking down at the water, taking note of the seaweed and other various seaplant life that flourished. A bit too densly forested for a Huntail I'd think though. She added, looking back up to see the Huntail had spread themselves out on the waves, showing their scales were indeed clean. "I dont see any Ick or Dropsy here." Aysu scoffed. That fishing net looks troublesome though - with all the weed and undersea foliage, it'd forever be getting caught. She mused to herself, looking over to where Dahlia had swam over to Viggo and the eel, pushing herself up in an attempt at intimidation. "No one cares about your territory," Aysu almost scoffed along with the eel - Territory was supposed to only be cared about by the one who holds the territory, not by anyone else. "Thats a given."

Aysu had honestly stopped paying attention, however her eyes stayed on the lapras, watching the cuts and wounds. "No one is just leaving with some prick like you around here," They weren't? Nothing's keeping me from leaving, I'm just curious. She thought to herself, looking back at the blue and black eel. "So you would rather hang around her with some prick then? Such a masochist, sweetheart. No wonder you're half fishmeal already." Oh boy, now they're having a pissing contest. She looked away from the two and over to the tattooed wishcash who had yet to irk anyone - not counting the Feraligatr of course.

"My name's Bass." Since when were they giving out names to the eel? "It's getting quite late and we'd 'preciate it if we could take a rest in ya ship before those dangerous things you mentioned start trying to pick a fight. A fight near here ain't gonna be good for any of us." Aysu raised her eyebrow at the wishcash, blinking as though she was wondering just what saved the fish from a scorching by the eel. "I could see you wanting to but not these surface dwellers. They are only looking to feed curiosity and wander where not welcomed." Ah, so that was it? She didn't mind Bass because he actually supposedly belonged in the water?"You're asking it if it minds helping us?" It seemed everyone else had the same reaction to the eel's scorn to them but not the wishcash. "...Aye, lad, while that is a modest request, I doubt the lass would be up for such an arrangement."

"Look here you rotten sack of meat," Yeah, it was a pissing contest all right. "While it may seem like some wonderland of fun to ya fuckers there is nothing to see on that ship." Aysu rolled her eyes. "As you keep saying, which would leave one to believe that there's more than you let on going on there." Aysu pointed out, but the eel kept going. "If you know whats good for you you would want to swim away from it before its too late." Aysu rolled her eyes, jumping into the water and coming up near Bass. "It would be in both of our best interests." She tread water carefully, eyeing the eel suspiciously. "Are we all done with the pissing contest? It's getting boring listening to you chatter away."

"It isn't up to me who is part of my pod, but that don't mean I will not protect them myself to the death. Whoever wants to stick around is welcome to, aye, but I won't sit for any threats to them under my account, "Ain't no one going to threaten a wee lass in front of me and get away with it." The Tirtouga points out. Even though he was nearly as small as Bell he seemed to be deadly serious about this.
To be honest Bass had no doubt that if they all insisted then they could easily force the eel-like pokemon to shelter them but that made them
The Whiscash hums in distaste, making the water dance around him. His golden whiskers twitch in agitation.
"You could have easily had me agree to turn without threats, lass, but now you've crossed that line."
"You'll wish I the most dangerous thing in these waters." The Huntail hisses back and Bass's whiskers twitch.
Cautiously he ducks them back underwater where he can better feel the currents. She was right, even floating around like this was dangerous.
Then, in response to his question about her health, the Huntail rolls over. Her long curled body undulates, showing off the brightly blue scales and the fragment of net caught over them. The smooth skin was marked with many scars but it was of a body of all lean muscle.
"I dont see any Ick or Dropsy here." She says casually.
Bass quickly restrains his desire to whistle. Damn, that girl was fine!
Surprisingly not only that but she responded pretty well to his introduction, despite how forceful everyone else was being.
"I could see you wanting to but not these surface dwellers. They are only looking to feed curiosity and wander where not welcomed."
"I get that." He shrugs a fin, coasting over on his side.
"Look here you rotten sack of meat, while it may seem like some wonderland of fun to ya fuckers there is nothing to see on that ship."
"As you keep saying, which would leave one to believe that there's more than you let on going on there." The Vaporeon points out.
That was true; the Huntail seemed to be pretty adamant that no-one else should approach the ship and the area was dangerous. Was she trying to warn them away from something?
"If you know whats good for you you would want to swim away from it before its too late."
"Are we all done with the pissing contest? It's getting boring listening to you chatter away." The Vaporeon pads a bit closer to him, stepping on the water's surface as if it was as light as the water itself which, in some strange way, a Vaporeon was. Bass never understood how that worked. What about organs and stuff? How did they work when they were made of water?
"Look if the situation was reversed and some stranger was trying to force their way into your house for nothing more than to gawk at the furniture durin' a freaking ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE I'd think they were a right prick too." The massive fish shakes his head. "Either way we got to sort this out, right Crocodude #2?" He turns suddenly towards the Feraligatr and beats his heart-shaped tail. A messy wave slops over his tattooed skin as he ducks beneath the surface before rising in a spray of saltwater.
"If it's gonna come down to a brawl then brawl but leave me out of it. This whole standoff stinks something rotten." Bass grimaces.

"I could see you wanting to but not these surface dwellers. They are only looking to feed curiosity and wander where not welcomed. Look here you rotten sack of meat, while it may seem like some wonderland of fun to ya fuckers there is nothing to see on that ship."
"As you keep saying, which would leave one to believe that there's more than you let on going on there."
"The wee lass was only being a child-" Viggo interjected angrily, being ran over by the swarm of voices.
"If you know whats good for you you would want to swim away from it before its too late."
"Are we all done with the pissing contest? It's getting boring listening to you chatter away."
"We were only saying-"
"Look if the situation was reversed and some stranger was trying to force their way into your house for nothing more than to gawk at the furniture durin' a freaking ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE I'd think they were a right prick too. If it's gonna come down to a brawl then brawl but leave me out of it. This whole standoff stinks something rotten."

Oh yes, this was growing immeasurably out of control. Dahlia did not budge, bearing her teeth, but the Tirutouga was becoming more frustrated than anything, gritting his own teeth as he glared at the argument. "Can ye all just calm down for a damn second?!" he finally snapped. The elder did not raise his voice, but instead glared at Bass, Aysu, and the Huntail. "This ain't getting us any where, you are all behaving like children. Stop threatening and just speak civilly like the living folk ya are," he ended with a growl. Finally having all eyes on him, Viggo turned his hard eyes to the Huntail. "We get tha point, aye? Put your fangs away, stop threatening children, and act like you have more sense than a rock," he snapped. "We'll leave yer precious boat be." he concluded gruffly, holding the dark stare.
Behind him, Dahlia felt Bell come back to her for safety, out of the sight of the Huntail. Though that made the Lapras less worried...there was something about her talk of other threats that made her not think the ugly eel was lying. Viggo scolded the entire group, his anger bubbly over after being ran over with words several times, and Dahlia felt the dark swirling in her mind dissapate. Blinking her docile gold eyes slowly, it was almost as if she had been bit. Her energy wavered and the Lapras dipped her head, shaking it sharply for a second before opening her eyes again. That... can not be good, she thought with a chill.

There was a small voice that perked up after Viggo stopped talking, Bell asking sadly, "We're still gonna go in the boat, right?" A deep bitter regret clawed it's way through the Lapras' gut. Why did the damn fish have to be such a prick? There was no way they would get there without a fight, and Dahlia knew that Bell would be her prime target. I can't risk her safety... Even Viggo glanced back with sad eyes, sighing softly, "Awh, lass..." Dahlia turned to reply, her eyes reluctant, but... suddenly something was wrong.
An icy chill ran through her at the sensation below her. ...What the-!? She realised what she felt too late, the Lapras' eyes going round with alarm as she cried out in pain. Below them the water was suddenly exploding in heat, bubbles rising as they were essentially close to being boiled alive. "MOVE!" she managed to roar before pushing her body forward, not without cost. Her underbelly was aflame, the soft skin agony against the ice cold water of the rest of the harbour. Whipping around, a dozen small, blue Pokemon shot out of the water, the scalding water erupting from spheres they controlled with their fins. "Ambush! Fall back and stay toge-!"

Viggo called out the sharp command, but was swarmed before he could finish. The Pokemon attacking them were very small, almost shaped like drops of water themselves. They all had on odd, rusted armour. Helmets and breastplates; when Viggo slapped out with one fin to knock one away, he was met with the hard, steel slab and grunted in pain. The original group that had started the Scald disburse, a seemingly countless number emerging from the depths as they swamred over the group.

[ooc: Alright guys, the time has come. Refer to my post [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] for more in depth on the Phione. You all know what to do, have it last a few rounds. ]

Bell was paying attention now. They had finally caught her attention. And things were getting tense.

She wasn't sure exactly when everyone had started getting angry with each other. She had just been playing around, enjoying spending time with her friends, when suddenly things became so... hostile. Bell could tell that things were serious because of all the confusing words being thrown about. She couldn't completely grasp what all of them meant, but she could figure out their meaning. For a moment, she forgot about the ship completely, and prepared to voice her own opinion- that everyone should just have fun together. Opening her mouth to speak, she stopped short, tilting her head-body to the right. Whaa?

Screaming.

Dolly whipped forward, crying in pain. The sudden acceleration caught her off guard, and she went tumbling backwards. Reaching with her tail, she managed to keep a grip on a shell-spike befroe she fell off completely. Something was wrong- something was very wrong. Screaming filled Bell's ears, the angriest sound she had heard in her life. What had done this? What had hurt her friends?

The sound of something whistling past her head turned her in the direction of the attackers. Drops of boiling water fell, scalding her skin slightly. Alice's eyes narrowed. That hurt.

She was angry now.

The attackers were small, like her. They had metal plates around their bodies, making them look goofy to Bell's childish eyes. Thinking of how Dolly had screamed, knowing how hot the water had been, Bell scowled at the Stupid-Soldiers. Puffing herself up, she pursed her lips and smacked her tail against Dolly's hard shell. There couldn't be more than twelve of them out there. "They're  gonna need much more than that if they want to be able to defeat the mighty Bell!" Preparing her attack, she drew herself back. She'd beat them all in one hit! She'd save everyone! She'd-

Eyes widening, she watched as the surface of the water began to bubble, then break. More of the Stupid-Soldiers came flowing out, as if they were made of water. Many more. Many more than Bell could take. Scowling angrily, she knew her course of action. She knew what she had to do.

Whipping around, she jumped to hold Dolly's neck once more. "Run Dolly!" She commanded, pointing in the general direction of the boat. Even then, her first priority was to get onto that ship.