A call had come in for a Ranger. A simple task, tagging a herd of Corsola, sending the location to some League Members to help protect them. He'd done a few jobs as a Ranger so far, but this one, it was... pretty relaxing. The pink horde bobbed through the ocean, meandering along Route 124. Cheerful cries of "Corsola Corsola" and the noise of the waves floated through the air, adding a joyful ambience to the area. Remoraids flitted through the Corsola, eating small parasites off of them, with Mantines gliding through the water beneath them. Sharpedos and Octillery lurked in the depths, looking for easy prey, but for now, it seemed like they were content to wait for their opportunity.

And Jim... sat in a kayak. Leaning back, arms behind his head, smoke trailing out of the lit cigarette in his mouth. The waters were making his kayak bob up and down in a gentle, soothing manner. Off in the distance, he saw a small research boat with a few young ladies on it. Assumingly, the trainers he was supposed to be escorting along to help protect the Corsola from any wayward miscreants. Pythia perched on the prow of his kayak, her unblinking eyes staring ahead, though whether that was ahead in space or in time he could never say. The Natu lived both in the present and the future sometimes, it seemed. Encke was frolicking in the water, a rotund blue ball bouncing along with the floating reef of Corsolas. Shejiu was nestled comfortably on his lap, content to enjoy the sunny day and avoid the water.

He leaned back up, paddling forward to meet the others. Waving his hand in greeting, he pulled up alongside the boat. As he drew closer, they'd see he was wearing boardshorts, a large sunhat, and had sunscreen liberally applied to himself. Safety is the most important thing after all, no need to risk getting skin cancer. "Hoi, you must be the trainers here to check up on the Corsola." He called out to the group. A shadow passed over him, the Driffblim floating overhead drawing his attention. A man was sitting on the top of it, an easel in his hand, an Artist seemingly content to join along with the rest of them.

"Good to see so many enterprising youths helping protect the nature here. James, but you can all call me Jim. Pleasure to meet you all."

The swarm of huntail that had been lurking around the Corsola had suddenly sprung into action. Detecting the easy targets, they burst towards the living reef, attempting to snag a quick snack. Their first attempt was warded off as, for a brief second, the moon seemed to raise in the sky, bathing the group in it's soft glow. Reality snapped back however, as the moonlight disappeared, only reappearing once again as a burst of lunar energy in the midst of the Huntail. Jim held up his hand, a worried look in his eyes as he watched a couple of the pokemon struggling to keep up with the pack, the attack having damaged them enough that they would be easy pickings for some of the more dangerous lurkers in the depths.

He held his hands up toward the pinkette, an apalled expression on his face. "Woah, easy there, no need to unleash on them like that. We can probably scare them off without hurting them too badly. They're just doing what they can to survive after all. They may be wild, but they feel pain as much as any of your Pokemon." He gave a stern look to Melody, lightly admonishing her for the reaction to the Huntails. He turned back to see what Encke was doing, nodding to himself when he saw the Spheal already putting his words into practice. His blue fur seemd to solidify around him, forming natural protection as he slowly spun around on top of the water. The rotations increased in speed, until he was gone. A small burst of water was the only mark of his passing, Encke utilizing [ROLLOUT] to dive down towards the oncoming swarm.

He missed on purpose, blasting directly in front of the Huntails. His passing at such high speed created a sort of turbulence in the water, buffeting the enroaching pokemon and pushing them back a bit. Hopefully enough to warn them off, let them know that the living reef wasn't as easy a target as they seemed to think. "If that doesn't work, well..." Pythias eyes were glowing slightly, almost imperceptably in the bright light of the afternoon. "Then, and only then, should we be using violence directly against them." He put his cigarette out on the side of his kayak, putting the butt in his pocket. Hopefully the others heard him, and would refrain from brutalizing the hungry Pokemon too much.

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