Turning fully, something akin to relief washes over Klaus's expression at the news there are other syringes, a low "Oh thank god," spilling from his lips before he laughs awkwardly. "This would have sucked if we only had one." He then reaches out to take the syringe from Elisabeth, an almost shy nod offered at her question as she goes to see if one of the pipes will work.

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Glancing at his hands, he fumbles for a moment while shuffling the hex nut and glue, the man wisely sinking onto the ground to fiddle with everything involved. "I wouldn't want your pokemon to get hurt," Klaus answers as to Elisabeth's speciality, his brow furrowing minutely as he struggles to yank the cap off the glue - finally releasing, he begins to carefully apply a pea-sized dollop of glue onto the syringe's plunger, the hex nut soon following.

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"We have to improvise all sorts of shit at the lighthouse," Klaus answers absently between blowing on the glue to dry it. "This should work. Here," he says as of a sudden as he leverages onto his feet, the syringe handed to Elisabeth for safekeeping. His has already stained with oil and grease from the compressor, Klaus rummages through the pipes until finding the diameter he assumes he'll need, and then strides over to the cage.

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Standing a respectable distance away, Klaus thoughtfully positions the pipe on one of the bars and gives it a little wiggle, the motion drawing the Pangoro's attention. Earning a roar for his efforts, but not an outright attack, an almost manic grin spreads over Klaus's face as he takes the pipe over to another section of the warehouse, pulls up several pieces of scrap, and begins soldering metal together - a few moments later and a makeshift nozzle-attachment has been created for his efforts.

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"Now or never," Klaus chirps. His head cocking to the side, he asks, "How's your aim?"

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+ Elisabeth Fiorelli

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As a new pokemon is let into the yard Gretel pays little mind, her sleek form cutting through the pool and threats of poison keeping back a particularly invested Totodile; small shots of gunk in the form of haphazard Sludge Bombs litter one corner of the pool, the wary Totodile eventually giving up to sulk beneath one of the shady trees some distance away. Preening at her successful defense of the water, the Skrelp slowly turns at the sounds of nearby stomping, her ruby eyes narrowing as her attention settles upon the Tyrunt.
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Snuffing once in warning, Gretel eventually, slowly, makes her way to the opposite end of the pool to examine her new potential foe. The greeting, however, seems well received, and the little Skrelp dips below the water to resurface a short distance away from Ruin; Gretel leans forwards, her muzzle nearly but not quite tapping against the tip of the Tyrunt's own broad face.
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Her curiosity piqued when the dragon-type fails to retreat, Gretel's attention suddenly snaps to the sound of movement behind her. Eyes narrowed dangerously as she spies the Totodile attempting to once more encroach upon her domain, a shrill cry of anger fills the air as the Skrelp spits out a Smokescreen followed by a Dragon Pulse, water spraying everywhere from the force of its impact.
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How dare that Totodile!
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For its transgressions, the Totodile lies upside-down against the nearby tree, its eyes dizzy with confusion as to what, exactly, just happened. Another glance over her shoulder is spared to ensure that Ruin has not moved, her muzzle twitching with an itch to spray Acid, Gretel reins in her reign of terror as she remembers her trainer's admonishment to Behave. Snuffling instead, she glides back over to the Tyrunt, and, with a little trill, dips her head in a pretty movement of greeting.
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She could behave. She could be have so well. A gleam in her ruby eyes, Gretel extends a translucent fin of friendship.





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+ The Fixer

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"You'll have fun," Klaus goads his increasingly doubtful Skrelp, Gretel, as he kneels before the pokemon in the lobby of the Daycare. The poisonous sea dragon in question looks away with a snit, and Klaus sighs deeply, his hand reaching out to lightly pat Gretel; with that accomplished he finishes checking in the Skrelp and waves goodbye, an unspoken 'Behave' levelled at Gretel
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Allowing a worker to escort her back to the grassy playground of the facility, Gretel immediately floats over to a small pool and flops within it. A malevolent gleam settling into her vibrant red eyes, the little Skrelp begins to make a menace of herself as she begins to foul the water with gobs of poison, resulting in the evacuation of several other water-types from the pool.
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A queen overseeing her newly acquired kingdom, Gretel swims languidly without a care in the world.

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+ The Fixer

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"Elaine," Klaus repeats. "It's nice to meet you."

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Once he releases Elaine's hand the young man fidgets in his seat, his fingers moving to idly pick at one of his nails in nervous habit. Klaus gives a nod as to his profession, his gaze casting sidelong to the Dhelmise that fades into view just on the edge of his peripheral vision. Good - he wasn't getting into too much trouble with so many people around.

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His head cocking to the side, Klaus muses aloud, "So you like, find people? Figure out who killed people?" His attention once more focused on the woman before him, Klaus offers a half-smile as his hands continue to fidget against one another.

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"That must be exciting, right?"

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+ Elaine Highland

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Klaus immediately regretted responding to the invitation he had received - why there were so many people in the room already? Was this all of them? Would there be more? His hands subtly shaking, the young man pulls his hood up further in an attempt to disguise his features. Much to his own annoyance his pulse began to race. This was too awkward. Too much to embarrass himself over.
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And yet.
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Swallowing hard, Klaus begins to pick at one of his painted nails before quickly shoving his hands into his pockets to keep from fidgeting. He should have brought his headphones. That would have discouraged people chattering at him more than likely, and given him something to focus on.
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He was going to have a damn panic attack at this rate.
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Observing the group, it seemed several of members present knew each other already. He considers, briefly, grabbing one of the nearest bodies to introduce himself to, but ultimately shrinks back from the crowd the best he can. Better to wait for instructions than make an unmitigated fool of himself in front of so many people.

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+ Participating and having a panic attack! He can multitask!

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Klaus offers a lop-sided grin as he's recognised, the sight rather ghoulish when paired with his blood-stained chin and shirt. "Bit hard yeah," he quips as to any attempt at a handshake. His expression shifts minutely following the name offered and Klaus immediately places Mars from several conversations with his Rocket contacts; Klaus always did his best to keep his head down metaphorically, but information such as the admins' names were important knowledge to possess.

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A rumbling, "Hmm?" sounds from Klaus's chest at the observation of the weather, his head tipping up wards to look at the gathered clouds in a seemingly localised weather front. Brow furrowed, he begins to scan the waters, his sight immediately landing on the languidly swimming Aurorus.

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Well. That was certainly unique.

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"The fuck," he utters in a bewildered tone as he shifts forwards from where he sits, the man pushing onto his knees with his hands balanced on Lapras's shell spikes to get a better look at the decidedly out-of-place dinosaur. "Yeah," Klaus answers in distraction as he continues to watch the Aurorus, the man wholly oblivious as Mars's Vaporeon takes down a Clauncher which the CEO catches.

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While it seemed his trip to check his smuggling locations was on hold for now, at least the outing had provided him with pokemon. "Hey," Klaus calls, garnering his Lapras's attention. With a tip of his head towards the Aurorus, the Lapras trills in a sing-song voice and lunges forwards, much to his trainer's chagrin.

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"NOT BODY SLAM," Klaus roars in a panic, his hands scrambling for purchase on Anwhistle's shell spikes. "For fuck's sake use Ice Beam," the man snarls, his Lapras appearing quite put out at the directive as the nearby Skrelp belonging to Klaus seems to smirk. Nonetheless, an Ice Beam and pokeball later saves the Aurorus from further swimming and a later study as to whether the thing actually enjoys the water.

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As his Skrelp drives to retrieve the pokeball, Klaus glances over his shoulder to Mars and offers as casually as he can manage despite his very-near heart attack from his Lapras, "You should come by the lighthouse sometime. I can give you a tour."

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+ Martín del Mar

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Giving a little wave of goodbye to his first date, Klaus exhales an audible puff of air when he goes to collect his next partner: Elaine Highland. His nerves now somewhat burned away, the man takes a moment to smooth the front of his shirt and adjust his tie, his expression critical when he examines his blue nail polish. He should have changed the shade last night.

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With a little wrinkle of his nose he shoves his hands into his pockets and saunters up to the appropriate table with what he hopes is a charming smile at the sight of his new partner. Pulling one hand out to extend it, he greets brightly, "Hey. I'm Klaus. It's nice to meet you."

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The man then flops down into a chair on the opposite side of the table, his head cocking to the side as he looks over the woman. "I'm one of the lighthouse keepers over at Lilycove," he supplies by way of conversation. "What do you do?"

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+ Elaine Highland

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I want to swim away but don't know how [break]
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean [break]
Let the waves up and take me down [break]
Let the hurricane set in motion [break]
Let the rain of what I feel right now come down[break]
Let the rain come down...
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The wholly inappropriate lyrics swimming through his head as he works, Klaus steadily cuts through the rudder to ensure the boat is properly disabled before moving on to the hull. Glancing occasionally to his pokemon to ensure there are no rogue divers, or pokemon for that matter, the man patiently sections out pieces of metal. As their trainer works, Dhelmise and Skrelp circle the two boats together, an odd patrol that the pair switches off and on in a dizzying paradigm seeming to involve tag, dancing, and stalking around in the open water.
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Klaus pauses from his work all of a sudden, his brow furrowing. Reaching out he lightly taps the hull near the section he was just working on, his gaze slowly turning down to his torch with a look of concern. Immediately diving back down to the gas canisters, he frantically searches the lines, his eyes widening when he spies a churning section of water near the nozzle connection.
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Shit.
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Trying not to panic, Klaus carefully fiddles with the fixtures in an attempt to fix them. They would have to think up something on the fly if this broke down - and Klaus was certainly not looking forward to winging a plan in the middle of the ocean.
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Meanwhile, the trio above settle in the ship's cabin, the man's eyes widening at the absolute mess Nathara's pokemon have made of the electronics and steering. "What's going on here," the man murmurs thoughtfully as he begins to flip switches and test various buttons to see if any of the dashboard will light up. A panel is soon removed as the man ducks under to begin examining the connections of the electronics; the man possesses a silent thoughtfulness as he works, his brow furrowed while the soft noises of his testing fills the air.
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When the woman is finally done with her conversation on the walkie talkie she pins her attention on Nathara. Clearly judging Nathara for her stated reason of being out on the open sea, the woman nonetheless asks, "If we can't get this working where did you dock at? Slateport?"

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+ @sqwhirl

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Klaus subtly flinches at Elisabeth's tone, his gaze falling away from the woman as she speaks. "Right, business," he mutters softly, his hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sorry."
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As Elisabeth explains their goal, Klaus takes a noticeable step backwards when the Pangoro slams into the cage, his magenta-rose eyes momentarily wide. He then gives a shaky little nod when she asks for suggestions. "Right. Um. Probably. Give me a minute," Klaus answers and begins to examine their surroundings.
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His expression surprisingly thoughtful, Klaus eventually points to a series of loose pipes, each a different diameter, and direct Elisabeth, "Will you see if the syringe will fit in any of those without wiggling too much?" With that spoken he moves instead to another corner of the room and hauls out a large machine with a tube attached. Fiddling quietly for some time, the sound of buttons pushed and eventually a single wack to the thing, the compressor hums to life much to Klaus's satisfaction.
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"Ok. So. We can use this as blowgun or whatever. I'll need to weight the plunger, probably." Klaus's voice trails off and he begins to search the room more, his expression lighting up when he finds a toolbox. "Perfect."
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"Does it fit in any of those?" Klaus glances over his shoulder for confirmation one of the pipes will work, and he holds up a hex nut for emphasis. "I can glue this on the end."

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+ Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Planning was something Klaus could do.
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After receiving orders to keep the League's coast guard busy for the foreseeable future, Klaus had sequestered himself with the orders while poring over tidal charts and oceanography maps until his partner for the mission arrived. Few words were spoken between the pair - Klaus was too wound up to chatter, save for what he needed to explain of the plan. She would wreck the boat and use a distress flare to attract League attention while Klaus used diving gear and an underwater cutting torch to sink their ship.
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Easy, right?
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Taking the helm of the provided boat out into the ocean waters remains silent for the entirety of the boat ride, though his head occasionally bobs as he sings to himself. His notes are consulted repeatedly for any course corrections, allowing the team to arrive right on schedule when they pull up to stop. Turning off the engine and checking their location one last time, Klaus then finishes donning the remainder of his scuba gear at the back of the boat - a sour look crosses his expression as he shoulders on the air tanks, his slender frame listing to the side under their weight.
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"Alright," Klaus announce once ready. "Have fun."
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With that spoken, Klaus releases his Skrelp into the water, along with his Dhelmise, and tips backwards into the water after throwing a heavy case overboard. Surrounded in a haze of white and bubbles, Klaus pauses to orient himself, his soon reaching up to slap the side of the boat twice for Nathara to fire the smoke signal; a hand signal to Dhelmise sends the anchor after the case with long tendrils of seaweed that ripple off the Dhelmise's ghostly body.
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Moving in place, Klaus takes his time as he opens the case and assembles the underwater torch, his gaze routinely travelling upwards to check for their target. Thankfully, it's not too long before a second ship - their target - appears to answer the distress signal. Waiting until their anchor has been thrown, Klaus manoeuvrers easily through the water to begin cutting through the rudder.
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His brow furrowing as he takes note of the slow progress, Klaus silently hopes his partner is an excellent conversationalist. This was going to take a while.



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+ @sqwhirl

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