The gentle waves lap up the sand, gently washing against her feet as she stares out at the ocean. Specifically, she is watching a certain fishing boat acting as bait for the trouble-making pokemon to stalk. Everything seems quiet, for now.

That is until the woman’s voice cuts through from behind her. Toni doesn’t turn around, barely even glances over her shoulder. She shifts her hips hugged by the small two-piece’s bottoms. A hand rests on her hip while the other tucks a bit of brown hair behind her ear. The other woman attempts to placate her with a compliment. Unfortunately, Toni is in work-mode and the hunt is already on. It’s too late, “No. Move along,” a hand waves her off, dismissing.

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@cynthia

Misunderstood? Did she, now?

Toni’s lips curl into a toothy grin. Her head tilts again, a bit more of her prolife coming into view as she glances back. Toni catches the silhouette of a woman. She’s daring . . . or just stupid. Toni shows appreciation for one, but certainly not the other, “Hm, I think you misunderstand,” she corrects, “And I wasn’t suggesting,” there’s an eerie calmness to her voice but an unmistakable warning laced between he words.

Finally, she shifts to turn around and confront her, ”Move a-,” her command is cut short again when she sets eyes on the white haired woman accosting her. There’s something . . . familiar about her.

A finger rises to gently pull the sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, dark eyes peering out from behind them at the woman, “Cynthia?”

Meanwhile, the Crocnaw’s approach is rather uneventful. It’s careful, precise, unsuspecting. The fishermen go about their business, readying their tools.

The approach of the predator tingles the Eeelctrik’s senses. An approach being, electrified by each muscle twitch. Cautiously, the eel slithers from beneath the cover of the net. The amphibious pokemon suddenly peeks under the vessel from the underside of the boat. Electricity flashes and bursts from its serpentine body, firing a thunder wave towards the Crocnaw. From the depth, similar to the Crocnaw, another predator emerges. The agility boosted Sharpedo open its mouth, shooting up like a fighter jet to crunch the Crocnaw in its jaws and beeline it to shore unless it misses.

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@cynthia