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Thais Flores was known for being a bit of an adrenaline junkie.

It got worse on her days off. With too much time on her hands and too little responsibility, Thais had a tendency to go along with the first idea that popped in her brain. No matter how dangerous or troublesome. It was part of her brand, she'd tell herself, as she threw herself in another one of her 'adventures'. She'd broken her nose, her arms, her nose again, her little toe on her right foot. Perhaps getting a hobby would be less expensive and less dangerous. But to Thais Flores, sailing the great open seas was her hobby.

"We'll get it this time, Rip!" called Thais from the shore of Lilycove City, one foot on the sheer rock cliff. She other she lowered down onto her Sharpedo, a beastly specimen. The Pokémon chattered as Thais hopped down onto it, holding its dorsal fin like a parasailer might cling to their vessel. "I feel like this is a good day. Today we're gonna beat the record."

Lilycove to Mossdeep. Record time: eight minutes and six seconds. They could do better. They could do so much better. "Start up your engines, Riptide!" Thais goaded on, gripping the beast's fin with her water-proof gloves. Riptide rumbled beneath her like a massive boat propeller starting to turn. She gave a sharp whistle - and then they were off, cutting through the waters like a torpedo. Brilliant white foam splashed through the air in their wake. Thais grit her teeth, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She felt the brine and the wind against her skin, sharp and exhilarating. Each time Riptide flew out of the water, her stomach tossed, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Two minutes and a quarter on the clock. C'mon, bud. We're gonna make it.

What Thais did not account for was the family of four swimming right in the middle of Route 124. Two children, a girl and a boy, played in their neon inner tubes while a gentle-eyed Swampert pulled them about. Mom and Dad weren't far off, clicking pictures on their phones. And then came a crazy twenty year-old on her murder machine and, well, it wasn't going to be a good time. As Thais frantically tried to steer Riptide away from the family, the parents shrieking, the children wailing - the family Swampert swam forward and jumped to action.

In all honesty, Thais probably deserved it. She was speeding in the kiddy zone, after all. The ocean water turned muddled and brown, churning about as the Swampert flung a Muddy Water in her direction. What followed next was complete chaos: Riptide's rough fin slipped from her grip, leaving red burns on her fingertips; Thais flew like a sack of potatoes through the air; her Sharpedo slammed into a nearby rock. And then... everything went black.

Which brings us to the present. Somehow, Riptide had managed to find her bobbing in the waves. No doubt the gash on Thais' brow had attracted it, blood flowing into the ocean, but Riptide was polite enough to not eat its own Trainer. The Sharpedo drags her back to shore as far as it can, nosing Thais' limp body onto the sand. She rolls over with a little groan, on the edge of conscience. The clouds twist up in the sky as her head throbs, spinning them into cotton candy creations. So much for a day off.

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One of the benefits of being stationed in Lilycove - and one of the many reasons that he'd found himself gravitating to it before he'd been working there - was it's seaside. When he wasn't on patrol in the city streets, Flynn found it comforting to gaze at the waves from a distance, watching as the waves crashed unforgivingly against the rocks. There was just something about the sight of it that was both violent and forgiving at the same time, the roar of sound that washed over him being able to drown out his own inner turmoil. The only thing better than watching it was surfing on it, which was what Flynn was doing at that very moment, gloved hands wrapped around the fin of his Sharpedo.

[break][break] Where his Mightyena could be best described as cool and unwavering, his Sharpedo was cool and unpredictable. Nemo thrashed about in the waves, making sharp and sudden angles that made Flynn's stomach turn. As a kid, he would have soumersalted into the waves and let himself be swallowed by it. However, after having practiced many years with the water-type, he knew exactly when to lean his weight forward, when to grip the fin and re-direct his pokemon so that he didn't crash.

[break][break] For the citizens of Lilycove, their resident policeman surfing on the waves was not an unfamiliar site. A few of them waved at him as he passed, though Flynn paid them no mind, focused on the feeling of wind in his hair and thrill in his veins. Exhilaration filled his lungs as he took a breath in the ocean air, as Niles zipped and zoomed around giggling children in plastic tubes, social media-frenzied tourists and playing water types.

[break][break] After about thirty minutes, Flynn steeled his pokemon to a stop and decided it was good enough for a break. He directed the Sharpedo towards a sandbank and soon enough, he had set up camp. His Mightyena lounged by a fire, dozing peacefully, and his Larvesta was perched atop a rock, gazing curiously at the oceanside. For his Sharpedo, he threw treats skyward as the shark jumped up in the air to catch them. Out of the corner of his eye, sitting down on the sandbank, Flynn observed the people that were floating a few miles away. There was something about the cold ocean air nipping at his skin that made watching the civilians all that more bearable -- or maybe it was the fact that people playing in the ocean tended to cause far less trouble than their cityside counterparts. Well usually, Flynn thought, as he chewed on a piece of jerky.

[break][break] A flicker of movement caught his eye - just as Thais Flores 's Sharpedo appeared shoreside. At first, confusion registered - wild Sharpedo rarely ever wandered this close to the shore - before suddenly, Flynn stood up. He recognized the form of a human being - dead (?) - atop the pokemon's back and immediately walked over, his beef jerkey left on the ground forgotten. The body let out a groan of something - so maybe not dead? - and as Thais rolled her eyes skyward, she would find the glowering gaze of the Lilycove policeman standing above her, his face pinched with concern. Unfortuantely, for Flynn, concern looked a lot like anger on his face.

[break][break] Is she dead?

[break][break] He pressed his toes against her shoulder, just to check.

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POSTED ON Jan 13, 2021 3:37:53 GMT

Thais was very much not dead as her head lolled to the side, eyes trying to make sense of the shapes before them, sand caking to her cheek. Blood drooled down from a sharp cut on her brow. Nothing too serious, but it would hurt in the morning. As the sailor tried to gather her bearings, she noticed the world suddenly go dark. A face swam into focus above her, blocking out the bright winter sun. What was it? Did she make it to the afterlife? The face was frowning at her. Probably not a good sign. She felt something prod her head.

She blinked salt and grit out of her eyes, looking up at Flynn. Thais smiled - a weak, bloodied smile that somehow didn't look out of place on her sharp and angular features. "Eyyyyyyy," she drawled, breath hitching as she coughed up some drops of ocean water. Gross. The water made her throat burn like hell- which was a sign that she was alive, at least. Hurray. "S'up... uh... you're kinda in my sun..." Thais waved her fingers weakly at Flynn in an "excuse me" type of gesture, a shallow attempt at humor.

As if on cue, a particularly large wave rolled in, running over Thais' legs. She tried to shift herself to escape the chill of the water, but the moment she tried to move her body, a searing hot pain ran up her left leg. "Auuuuuuugh FUCK!" howled the sailor, her hands grasping gingerly at her ankle - an ankle which had ballooned up like a threatened Qwilifish. From the shore, Riptide watched, its eyes shifting from its injured trainer to the strange new man. It whined like a pup, shooting pleading eyes at the officer. Well, as pleading as a Sharpedo could get.

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well. she was not dead.

[break][break] the woman - it was a woman, he realized, perhaps a little belatedly and not a floating mannequin - rolled her head back, trying to get her bearings. there was an unflattering cut carved into her brow, and the smile that she sent flynn was half-weak, half-bloody and just barely alive. his nose wrinkled as she coughed up what appeared to be salty oceanwater, and he stepped back a little bit, giving her space as she waved at him to turn away.

[break][break] rather than overwhelm her with worry, the crease in flynn's brow only deepened as he crossed his arms over his broad chest as he gave her the onceover. flynn had seen many a shipwreck, but perhaps none as bad as this -- or at the very least, as unexpected as this.

[break][break] "sorry, " he said, his tone blunt and and not at all apologetic. his voice was heavy with sarcasm. "i didn't realize you were sunbathing."

[break][break] Thais Flores barely looked alive, what the fuck was that? she was worried about some sun?

[break][break] before he could bark another, likely sarcastic phrase, there was a wave that splashed against the shoreline and - quite unfortunately - on her leg. it was immediately - the woman let out a sound of howling pain, one that likely drew the look of passerby's, all who gave flynn a judgemental look. what did you do to her?

[break][break] flynn grit his teeth. for fuck's sake.

[break][break] "c'mere," he said with a growl, dropping to his legs and immediately wrapping his hands to her legs to stabilize it. it was obvious that it was injured - maybe even broken - and her moving it was definitely not doing any help. at his side, his mightyena appeared, her maws wrapped around the first aid kid that he carried on his person at all times. he did quick work of cleaning the wound, and then spraying some antiseptic on it - which probably hurt like a bitch. not that flynn cared.

[break][break] his eyes flicked over to the larvesta, which had been previously dozing on a nearby rock, had his eyes pinned with curiosity at the scene that had unfolded. "beau, come over here, and wrap her ankle for me, would ya?" the larvesta obediently hopped off the rock and then, suddenly, a spool of string shot out of it's mouth, wrapping around the woman's ankle. not only would it stabilize it, but the string shot was likely more sterile than disgusting salty seawater.

[break][break] there. that was a fix, at least for now. his eyes drifted back to the woman, tentative to see what she thought about it. if she was even in the state to realize what was happening.

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POSTED ON Jan 13, 2021 5:23:02 GMT

"That was a joke, man. Don't ya have a sense of humor?" wheezed Thais as she pulled her knee up to her chest, wincing deeply in pain at the slightest shift in her ankle. She would have been passably content at rolling around in the sand for a few minutes longer, wailing and lamenting her fucked-up ankle, but Flynn had other plans. The sailor hardly noticed him crouching down beside her, nor his scary-looking Mightyena trotting up like a retriever with game in its jaws. Really, she only noticed when he touched her leg; acknowledgement came in the form of a sharp hiss of pain. "Be gentle, big guy," said Thais in a coy tone, despite her situation. Fuck. Even when she was in pain she couldn't pass up the chance to take the piss out of things. At least it got her mind off of her grapefruit-sized ankle.

The antiseptic sure did sting like a bitch, which Thais made sure to proclaim loudly to Flynn. Her ankle seemed to have gotten caught in something during the quote-on-quote shipwreck; it was deeply bruised, if not strained all together, and long, shallow gashes scored her flesh. Thais quit her complaining long enough to let the Larvesta do its thing, which, actually, made it feel a lot better. Now that her foot wasn't flapping about like a Seel's flipper, the pain level had started to become manageable. Her fingers gingerly reached down and felt the makeshift cast, expecting searing pain but finding only a dull throb. That alone was a relief.

Head clearer now, Thais decided to steal a glance at her so-called savior. Carefully, the sailor propped herself up on her elbows and turned her amber eyes on Flynn. A puzzled expression flashed across her face. "Huh. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before..." she murmured, raising an eyebrow. Despite Flynn's stony demeanor, there was a strange familiarity in his features that made Thais like him. Oh, well, the fact that he'd helped her out earned him some points too. "Thanks, Prince Charming," she said, wiping sand off of her cheek, winking cheekily at him. "I'm Thais. Nice to meet ya. So, uh, where are we?" She seemed to casually ignore the fact that she was still sitting in the sand, nursing her busted ankle, looking like an absolute mess.

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where was flynn's sense of humor? gone, hidden away, possibly dead. it went along with the rest of him that had disappeared when his life had fallen apart, when his wife had left him, when noah had died, and he'd had to watch his mom's casket get buried into the ground and could do nothing to stop them. thais' jokes flew over his head, including her comment about taking it easy. the only acknowledgement that he even gave that he heard her was a small grunt as he looked down at her ankle and kept it in place.

[break][break] he winced when she screamed in his ear with pain - expectedly - when he sprayed the antiseptic, and watched carefully as his larvesta made quick work of her ankle, wrapping it tightly with a well-placed stringshot. with that out of the way, it seemed that the woman was in less pain than before -- at least enough to lean back in the sand and give him a glance.

[break][break] he looked at her as she made a comment about recognizing him, and he arched a brow at her, staring at her blankly. he didn't recognize her - at least, he didn't think he did. then again, he rarely paid attention to most people these days. it was quite possible that they knew each other, maybe from work, and he just hadn't given her the time of day.

[break][break] letting her mull over that by himself, flynn pushed his hands to his knees and stood up. he folded his arms. "just off the coast of lilycove," he responded, deciding first to reply to the thing that was easiest and simplest, and the thing that made him least irate. "what were you doing anyway? did you crash seaside?"

[break][break] niles, who had been surfing in the water, seemed to finally have realized that he was without his trainer and had found flynn. what he had also found was another fellow shark-playmate and he chirped in a friendly way before butting the other with his nose. he was exited - he only ever had blue to play with, and she didn't like playing. at least not with him.

[break][break] flynn glanced sideways at the water-types, before turning his teal gaze back to Thais Flores . "and don't call me that," he grunted. "the name's flynn." his mightyena, who had been observing the whole situation, stepped forward and pressed a nose against thais' shoulder in greeting. "that's blue, and that - " he said, jerking his head towards the two sharks. "is niles."

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She couldn't understand why this dude was looking at her like she'd just shit on his lawn. Like this whole shoreline was his and she'd tainted it by flopping her dumb, bloodied ass on the sand. Thais squinted, pushing out her bottom lip. "Aw, fuck. Thought I'd finally made it to Johto," she said, only half-sarcastically, running a hand through her dark hair, brushing sand out. "Oh, you know, the usual. Seafaring. Exploring new lands. Looking for ocean treasure." She made a face as she pulled a lock of seaweed from her hair, and tossed it aside. "And Sharpedo surfing, of course." Thais flashed him a toothy grin. "I see you got one too. That's pretty dope."

Thais nodded at the shoreline, where the two Sharpedo swam. Riptide's eyes widened when Niles swam near, bristling when the other Sharpedo booped her with his nose. She was an older specimen, her rough skin scored with old scars, her fins nicked here and there. She turned a terrifying red eye onto Niles, rumbling quietly. A moment passed, two, three, and then she swam forward and booped him back. Riptide was scary-looking, but in a playful, Rottweiler-with-a-squeaky-toy sort of way. The Sharpedo purred like a well-oiled engine and swam towards the sea. Her trainer was in the company of another human, so she'd be safe for now.

"Flynn? You don't really look like a Flynn. You kind of look like a... I dunno. A Christopher, or maybe a Matt." At this point, Thais was just testing the limits of her brooding savior. He seemed like the kind of guy to take everything seriously, and to Thais - who was the polar opposite - found those kind of people hilarious. She widened her eyes as his Mightyena neared, not to rip her throat out, only to nudge her softly. "Oh. Hi, doggy," said the sailor, petting Blue a little awkwardly. Ever since her uncle's Electrike had bit her when she was seven, Thais was always wary around four-legged Pokémon with chompers. "Nice crew ya got here."

"Mine's out there - Riptide. Picked that name out when I was thirteen." Thais gestured broadly towards the ocean, knowing Riptide wouldn't stray. "Anyway, when I say thanks, I mean it. Dunno how long it would've taken for me to get home with my foot like this." She poked the thick, spongy cast. "Um, I don't wanna abuse your kindness, but do you think you could like..." She paused. "Uh, help me stand up?"

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"Yeah," he said, his tone bone-dry. "Johto is pretty far from here."

[break][break] Blue glanced at him briefly. Was that a joke? No one would know it from the impartial way that he spoke, from the way that his brows pinched together like someone had just shit in his boots, but Blue could tell. They had been together for the better half of two decades, after all.

[break][break] His brow arched as she mentioned her seafaring adventures. "So you're a treasure hunter?" he asked, blinking. It wasn't that he was exactly impressed - but it wasn't like he wasn't either. Even though Lilycove had their fairshare of seafaring folk, it was something that Flynn had always admired, since they could do things that he couldn't. They could travel, they could chase their dreams; they weren't chained to the land because of circumstances that were beyond them.

[break][break] Like he was.

[break][break] "Oh," he said, when he referred to his Sharpedo. He glanced sideways at the two sharks that were still floating a few miles in from the shoreline, and then back at her. A laugh, surprisingly and unwillingly, burst forth. "Yeah, I guess. That is pretty dope." If she liked Sharpedo, that meant that she was good in his books. Not that, of course, he would ever willingly admit it. "Though," he said, with a bit of a twinkle in his eye, a bit of a reminder of the charm that he used to have. "I think you might want to work on that, if you're going to crash every time."

[break][break] Meanwhile, while Thais was pulling out a side of Flynn that had once been long forgotten, Niles was doing what he did best. Making friends! The older Sharpedo turned a red eye towards him, and he was unafraid. If he was a dog, he might have wagged his tail. Instead, he smiled blithely back at her and made a happy sound as she booped him back, zipping circles around her as she swam away from the water's edge. He was eager to play with a new friend, whatever games she wanted to play.

[break][break] Flynn let out a bit of a sigh, though retrained, at the sight of it. Niles could be exhausting sometimes, but at least it wasn't his problem for now.

[break][break] At the mention of Christopher, the Team Rocket Grunt sent an annoyed look towards her. The former joking Flynn had closed up like a Cloyster clamping it's shell, returning to the grumpy-old-man-guarding-his-lawn person that he'd been before. "It's Flynn," he said, voice clipped.

[break][break] As Flynn folded his arms, Blue was careful to befriend the injured sailor. She preferred women anyway, which was apparent as she wagged her tail slowly behind her. Though, as friendly as she looked, the reality was probably starkingly different. She was probably taking intel on Thais Flores , secretly, while getting the other to open up. Unlike the Flynn of now, she was good at it.

[break][break] Speaking of, her trainer folded his arms. Though, he looked a little bit less irritated then a few seconds earlier. His eyes had softened at the mention of Thais naming her pokemon at 13, since it reminded him of how he had gotten Blue as a puppy. "It's fine," he said, and was about to help her stand up, when there was a sound behind him.

[break][break] Flynn jerked his head.

[break][break] "Fucking - " A Magcargo had wandered a bit too close to the campfire and was munching up all the charcoal and flint. His eyes were sharp, as they look at Blue. The Mighyena, however, was quick on her feet. She dropped Thais like a hot potato and leaped towards the wild pokemon, her gaze sharpening into a flash of red as she used Scary Face to immobilize the pokemon. The fire-type turned it's head towards her, first stunned at her appearance, and then stunned by her attack. Her jaws clamped around the pokemon's in a vicious Crunch, just in the same minute that Flynn tossed a pokeball. The item made a smooth arc in the sky before opening up and trying to envelop the pokemon in it's light to attempt capture.

[break][break] With a sigh, Flynn turned his head towards her. "Coulda ruined my campfire," he said with a grunt. Macargo weren't exactly pests, but it was known among the townfolk that they caused enough problems to become an annoyance. He leaned down, attempting to grab her shoulder to pull her upright. "Lean on me, if you hafta."

[break][break] He walked over towards the campfire.

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POSTED ON Jan 17, 2021 18:51:45 GMT

"Crashing's part of the fun," said Thais with an unashamed shrug, as if she wasn't sitting on the shore with a bloodied brow and a swollen ankle. She'd always had a daredevil streak, a burning longing for a life more wild and intense than the one she lived. What the woman lacked in professional ambition, she made up for it in a sheer enthusiasm to live life to its very fullest. Sailor, treasure hunter, shiphand - it didn't matter what you called her. Thais Flores had always been a collector of experiences, first and foremost.

The playful look in Flynn's eye was stamped out as quickly as it came. She'd hit a nerve. The man clammed up again, which gave Thais the greatest urge to poke and prod him again - teasing people was one of her favorite past-times, just behind bar-hopping and deep-sea diving. She filed the mischievous thought away for later, instead focusing on trying to get herself up off the sand without putting too much weight on her busted ankle. Just a Flynn was about to help her, a crunching sound rang out.

Thais looked up to find a Macargo chomping down on Flynn's little campfire. She laughed - stupid snail - but Flynn and his Pokémon had already jumped into action with terrifying precision. "Damn, it was just looking for a snack," snickered Thais after Flynn had chucked the Pokéball at it. "No need to go all hyper attack force on the poor bugger." Nevertheless, she'd rather the Macargo be safely tucked away inside of a Pokéball than crawling next to them. The cast around her ankle didn't look very fire-proof, and Thais had enough brushes with death for today.

With Flynn's aid, Thais hobbled over to the campfire, leaning into his shoulder. She bent her knee, keeping her injured foot off of the ground. With a little bit of maneuvering, she managed to sit down on a small rock in front of the fire, close enough to enjoy its warmth. "Thanks," said the sailor, warming her hands and feet by the flames. While Hoenn never got very cold, not even during winter-time, it was prone to sudden shifts in weather: long grey clouds now stretched across the sky, throwing the once-pleasant day into an overcast lull. Thais fixed her amber eyes on the sea, surveying the tide. There was a chance it'd rain soon.

Underwater, Riptide was happily befriending Niles. He swam circles around her, so she did the same, two Sharpedo playing like baby Pitbulls. It wasn't often that Riptide got the chance to play with others of her species - wild Sharpedo tended to be elusive and evasive, while most Trainer-raised ones were needlessly aggressive. Riptide chanced an Aqua Jet in Niles' direction, attempting to speed right at him and pull away at the last moment. And although she was content at playing with him, something caught her eye. Crawling on a sandbank a couple feet below them was a Krabby. It waved its claws at Riptide, bubbling angrily from its mouth. Riptide's eyes glowed. She swam down and aimed a Crunch at the Krabby, catching it in her jaws.

The Krabby wasn't happy at all. It waved its claws around as Riptide played with it, showing it off to her fellow Sharpedo companion. Riptide swam back to the surface, poking her head above the waves to spot where Thais and Flynn had gone. She swam in direction of the makeshift camp. Then, like a dog wanting to play fetch, she spat out the Krabby at Thais' feet.

"Oh Kyogre, Riptide," complained Thais, rolling her eyes. The Krabby sand in a puddle of water and shark drool, looking rather dazed. "What did I tell you? We play fetch with rocks and sticks. Not living things." She stuck a hand into her utility belt - thankfully, it hadn't come off during her waterlogged adventure - and felt around for something. Thais produced an empty Pokéball and lobbed it at the Krabby. "I feel like it probably deserves a trip to the Pokémon Center after that," she muttered, shooting a pointed glance at her Sharpedo. Riptide bubbled defiantly, full of attitude, then disappeared back underwater to go play with Niles.

"I lied. I ain't a treasure hunter, not an official one. I actually work for the S.S. Tidal," said Thais, gesturing in the general direction of Lilycove City. "That big ship that does the Lily-Slateport route, you know the one. I'm part of the crew," she said as she prodded the fire with a twig, a small smile finding its way to her lips. "It's not much, but it's honest work. Hehe. Maybe one day I'll have my own ship or something. Dunno yet." The sailor looked up, raising an eyebrow at Flynn. "What do you do? You some kind of... lifeguard or somethin'?" With the twig, she motioned at him and his... lack of a shirt. "Don't you get cold swimming everywhere with your tiddies out like that?"

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POSTED ON Jan 18, 2021 5:04:09 GMT

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POSTED ON Jan 21, 2021 4:04:43 GMT

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After the Magcargo disappeared in a flash of light, the pokeball shook three times before clicking closed, and Flynn let out a grunt. "They're an invasive species. The heat woulda burned through any healthy minerals in the sand, woulda made trouble for any Shellos in the area." Not to mention, they were a pain to have to deal with in case a tourist got too close and had them burned.

[break][break] As Thais Flores leaned into him, the off-shift police officer led them to the small fire that Flynn had started several minutes ago. Thankfully, the Magcargo hadn't bitten through all the coals and there were still several pieces of flintwood left to keep the fire going. Gingerly setting the woman down nearby the fire, enough to keep her warm but not enough to burn, he then looked around for the stray pokeball. Leaning over, he reached over to grab it and after minimizing it, clipped it to his utility belt. With a stray branch he picked up from the sand, he poked at the flames to re-ignite them and then threw it back into the fire. In his teal-colroed gaze, the image of the campfire flaring back to life gleamed.

[break][break] It had been only a moment, before there was a commotion at the rocks nearby. Flynn's head jerked towards it - but it was only Riptide and Niles coming back to shore. While the latter seemed as cheerful and innocent as usual, flapping his tail happily in the water like a golden retriever, the former had ...

[break][break] "Damn." The Krabby looked near-dead, not unlike the trainer who captured him with a spare pokeball. "Your Sharpedo did a number on it, huh."

[break][break] With that, Niles dipped back into the water, waving his back fin eagerly at his new companion to goad her into another chase. Liquid blue light swirled around him as he used AQUA JET to zoom forward, though the light quickly faded as a flew in from the sky and nearly clipped him in the face. The Sharpedo gave a small squeak, jerking backwards, probably crashing into Riptide on the way.

[break][break] Meanwhile, on shore, Flynn wore his signature scowl. Tiddies?

[break][break] "Haha," he said, voice deadpan. "Funny."

[break][break] Leaning down with a palm to brace himself, he dropped down onto the sand beside Thais. "Makes it easier to surf on the Sharpedo. It makes it faster." There was something about aerodynamics behind it, but honestly, that all escaped him. He'd never been much of a books person. His eyes were curious as they directed back at Thais, once she mentioned the S.S. Tidal. "If you're a part of their crew, what were you doing all out here? Ain't they still stationed at Slateport this time of the day?"

[break][break] Flynn would've known. Once, he'd had to sneak onto it and steal some reports. Not that, of course, she needed to know that.

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POSTED ON Jan 23, 2021 0:21:36 GMT

"Riiiight," said Thais with more than a twinge of doubt in her voice, eyeing Flynn after his bullshit "makes Sharpedo surfing easier" excuse. Well, bullshit to her, at least. In her eyes, the Sharpedo's Rough Skin ability and exposed nipples didn't... well, to spare any graphic imagery, let's just say that it didn't sound like a very good time. She snorted faintly and lifted her leg, propping it up on a smaller rock.

"They are. But it's my day off," she said with a grin, flashing Flynn a 'victory' sign. "Riptide 'n me were doing this thing - I kinda have this competition with myself. See how fast I can get to Mossdeep City from this here coast. Our best time is around... eight minutes or so?" She clearly seemed pleased with this announcement. "Sharpedo are wicked fast. You probably know that, having one and all. But yeah. Maybe I'll look into getting a different hobby," she said with the air of someone who clearly thought the opposite. "Working the S.S. Tidal is kind of boring though. And you have to get up early. So I'm always... I dunno. Looking out for the next adventure."

She wiggled her toes in front of the fire. "Oh, and you didn't say what you do for a livin'."

Underwater, Riptide swam dejectedly back to Niles. He goaded her into a chase and she followed, eager to put her bad mood behind her. The older Sharpedo followed in the wake of his Aqua Jet. A disturbance in the water sent her careening to a halt, however, narrowly missing Niles. She bared her teeth and rumbled.

An Octillery was eying her from a nearby rock in the wary, aggressive way that territorial animals often do. The Mantine that had crashed into Niles looped back and hovered near the Octopus Pokémon, its thin body rippling in the waves. Whether the crash had been intentional or not didn't matter to the Pokémon; breached territory meant an issue any way you looked at it. The Octillery glared at Riptide, using Lock On to set its aim. Riptide burst forward, using added impulse from an Aqua Jet to charge at the Pokémon. Her foe was faster: with near-perfect aim, Octillery let loose an Ice Beam. The shards of ice struck Riptide head on, sending her swirling into the depths as she tried to regain her balance. The Mantine, meanwhile, swam towards Niles with surprising agility, attempting to tackle him with a Take Down.

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POSTED ON Jan 24, 2021 6:34:33 GMT

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While Niles didn't seem to know what to do, it was clear that Riptide did. His new Sharpedo friend was quick to jump into battle, sizing up the foe in a matter of minutes. Niles watched in part-awe, part-surprise as the other shark dashed forward. A burst of water circled around her as she went, but she was stopped mid-way as she was hit by the octopus' Ice Beam attack.

[break][break] Though, Niles didn't have much time to react either!

[break][break] The Mantine from before, who had been tryin to take a bite of him when it swept for him, was headed towards him again. This time, it was rearing it's head in a Take Down attack, but this time, Niles was ready for it. His body began to blur as he dashed forward with Agility, narrowly escaping what would have been a very unfortunate headbutt. With his newly-gained speed, the pokemon then made a quick 90 degree turn and opened his jaws. There was a flash of light as his fangs plunged into the Mantine's wing, ice crackling around the edges in a powerful ICE FANG.

[break][break] The pokemon was now immobilized, whether it was just frozen or fainted was hard to tell. Niles waited for Riptide to clean up shop on her end, before swimming back to the shore-line, just as Flynn began speaking.

[break][break] "That's not bad," he commented. He himself had never been into racing, but it was definitely not something he would be against, if the opportunity came for it. "If you want, Niles and I could race you. We could even bet on it." There was a spark of light back in Flynn's eyes as he spoke, as if bringing up the competitive nature of sport had also reminded him what it had been like to be a teenager again.

[break][break] He didn't say anything in response to the her lamenting about her current job situation. Frankly, Flynn wasn't anywhere to judge, since his job wasn't really something he liked or that he had earned on his own. He would've rather kept quiet about it —

[break][break] Until she asked. Again.

[break][break] Still, he thought it'd be better to be vague about it. "I work back in Lilycove. Nothin' special. Just a day job, 9 to 5, you know, same shit every day." He gave a slight shrug, and maybe he might've been able to say more but his eyes widened at the sight of Niles bringing a pokemon back to shore, tail wagging, like it was a fucking present.

[break][break] He glanced at Thais, his tone wry. "I think yours taught mine."

[break][break] With a sigh, he pushed his hands to his feet and walked over to the bleeding Mantine. He grabbed one of it's half-frozen flippers in his hand and ran his fingers across it, before pressing a pokeball against it. A trip to the pokemon center was going to be necessary, it seemed. So much for his break.

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