She'd dip and go under with every incoming wave, holding on closely to her Dewgong as it maneuvered through the rowdy sea. Not that this was a hobby she'd like doing, but when the weather changes ever so suddenly, and a clear sky starts birthing the nastiest of downpours in just a matter of minutes, Yvaine would've been a fool to not check on it. The fact that the weather was obstructing her own treasure trail was entirely beside the point. It had become apparent the fire-loving cultists had a water branch as well.


As the mercenary got closer she noticed a figure quite a bit in front of her fighting the waves as well, and upon drawing closer couldn't help her surprise at the sight of faintly familiar dreadlocks. Coincidence? I think not. "You again?! What is it with you and these annoying cultists!" she shouts, hoping to be heard across the roaring of the storm as she floated a few feet apart from him. Her dark wetsuit made her blend in with the dark water around them, but contrasted with the white of her dewgong's fur, as did the red crop jacket, seemingly waterproofed and hiding a handful of small tools.

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"Gotta admit they're quite the bitter flavor if you ask me, they've been ruining a rather important job I'm on. So it's quite reassuring to hear you're dropping the "nice guy" tactics for this one." she grinned back, shifting her weight a bit so her Dewgong could keep itself afloat much easier. She then focused her attention back on the boat in front of her and squinted; making out a handful of figures. "I'm quite sure there's no fire involved this time, but need hand to deal with them?" she inclined her head towards the ranger.

"I mean, I'm still going to interfere with their business regardless, but seeing you're out here waiting and not out there handing out the law... figured I'd ask. Just a wild guess in thinking you're waiting for back-up." Her voice was laced with a teasing wickedness, but her face betrayed little as another lightning strike lit up their faces. "Last one on the boat gets to clean up the mess!" she laughed, plunging underwater and disappearing towards the boat.

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Safe to say, her Dewgong was no match for his Basculegion's speed, finding the ranger just blasting past her with effortless ease. Even his entrance, smooth and impressive, left her momentarily gawking. "Guess I'm cleaning up our mess..." she muttered to herself as her Dewgong reached the side of the ship. With a little help of her marine partner she managed to grab unto the edge of the ship and pull herself aboard, just as an eerie roar shook the entire ship.

By the time she was well on her feet a cultist came flying past her and off the ship with a loud splash, courtesy of Rillaboom having a blast on board. Following his example Yvaine popped one of the pokéballs off her belt, allowing her Gliscor to join the fray, who promptly grappled one of the cultists and sent it flying for Hydra to deal with.

Guillermo Marceliño

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