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Miya immediately grabs onto the scaly, blue, seahorse pokemon who seemed to be having an absolute riot at how his trainer was suffering. "Oh, har har!" She begins, ungracefully splashing the laughing Kingdra just a few ways from her. And you know, she was too panicked to really see the amount of people who decided hey, lets crowd around this girl and watch her suffer. If it weren't for the fact that she was pining over her Kingdra, she would have (very rudely) splashed the onlookers with some of the sea's salt water. Hey! She didn't start it! They were the ones who were just staring when she clearly needed help! She was gonna die! Seriously, especially since she was still in UNIFORM of all things! [break][break]

If it wasn't this water, then it was gonna be the humiliation that kills her. [break][break]

Thank ARCEUS that somebody comes to see her, lapras in tow while hopping into the shallow water to help this (flailing) cadet. The woman grabs onto the shell, sighing softly while trying to heft herself up and onto the back of the lapras. All the while, she gave her Kingdra a bright, green glare from the corner of her eye. Did he think it was funny? He totally thought it was; and no one could blame him. After all, the people and pokemon around got to witness a woman in uniform screaming and flailing like the child she internally was. Her hand still clutched onto the Kingdra's pokeball, even going so far as to tighten her grip that much more. Thankfully, the lapras was successful in lulling the young woman into a sense of security, enough for her to visibly relax even the slightest bit. [break][break]

Miya, upon approaching shore, sits softly as she sits herself up on the wooden platform. Her hair had been drenched, clothing was damp and lungs were (probably) filled with water, seeing how much she coughed into her drenched sleeve. "Peachy." she replies, through another cough. The Kingdra swam up a bit to shore, giving another snicker in his little kingdra voice. "Oh, shut it you huckleberry--" She shoots another glare the pokemon's way, but that seemed to encourage him. Miya lets out a soft sigh, turning her attention to the trainer of the Lapras. "... Ehm.. I'm fine. Er.. Should be. Thank you." She starts. [break][break]

Unfortunately, the fact that people were around, and staring, seemed to have finally sunk in. [break][break]

"I-I could have dealt with that, myself, though...!" she raises her voice slightly, a hue of pink rising to her cheeks as they puffed into a pout.

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"Erk.." Is all she could really respond with. Was she great at lying? Oh, gods no. Was she any better with keeping her cool? Absolutely not. To some extent, she felt a little.. Bad, for reacting the way she did. She'd just turned the situation.. Odd, she thought. Thankfully, the woman in front of her was understanding - understanding enough to still be kind to her despite that earlier response. [break][break]

She gently rubs the the side o her neck, taking a deep inhale before repealing a deeper sigh. "Er.. I-I'm not.. Exactly embarrassed.." She stammers slightly, keeping note to avoid eye contact. Definitely not embarrassed. She wasn't the cadet that was found, in the shallow area, crying about how she was going to drown. Definitely not. [break][break]

She glances down at her uniform which - unfortunately for her - had been soaked enough for it to be slightly transparent. Save for the sweater that she tied secured around her waist, the lighter blue t-shirt wasn't exactly spared. Miya attempts to stand herself up, under the weight of soaked clothing, the best she could, that is. "Yeah.. I probably should before I get a--.. ahhh--" Cho. A cold. She suddenly sneezes, facing her head downwards as not to sneeze on anyone. Or anything. [break][break]

She gently wipes her face with the wet sleeve, then trying to wipe of any droplets on her face with an open palm. She glances back up to the woman but.. This time, with a slightly.. More.. hopeless expression on her face. "Uhm.." She starts, beginning to rub the back o her neck again. "Would you happen to have anything I could borrow..? I don't exactly.. Have any spare clothing or.. Cloth in general."

[attr="class","jartoxtag"]cait alfric

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Arceus almighty, angels do exist. [break][break]

And it took the form of a green haired woman with a lapras. She was grateful that she wasn't speaking about the earlier.. predicament, and rather responded with patience. Especially with her demeanour and attitude, and outburst. Most people wouldn't even consider helping her out, after her frantic attempt to make things less embarrassing for her(spoiler alert: the attempt never helped). The woman only quietly nods her head, following along and using this moment to calm herself down. [break][break]

Although she does look to the side, tenting her fingers together. "I-I'm.. Sorry for the trouble.." Her voice is soft to meekly apologize, like she hadn't done so in years. Before following, she pulls out her pokeball to recall the Kingdra. She was gonna fight him, later. Fight the Kingdra, even though she could only barely swim. [break][break]

Barely was being generous. [break][break]

She follows along, trying to stay at the woman's side. She holds her hands close to her abdomen, until she's asked about.. Her occupation? Oh, right. She was still in uniform, so it was a pretty good assumption. "Mhm." She nods her head, reaching into her pocket to pull out a damper badge. "The police! I only recently joined, though, because I got out of military training." As they arrive at the pokemon centre, she holds her hand out. Momentarily oblivious to the fact that her hand was still.. A little damp from the water. "Miya, it's nice to meet you."

[attr="class","jartoxtag"]cait alfric