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As she stared at the other two pictures on the phone, Aubre frowned. “Who took these pictures?” The pair were already dead at that point, or, at least, unconscious. And, she doubted a monster of this size could take one. Unfortunately, only the wind heard the question. The camera ended up around her neck, where it’d stay for the rest of the hunt.
When the water deepened, the redhead would pause at its edge. The unknown—the things beneath the murky depths—inspired a sense of caution. A thousand different horrific scenarios flashed through her mind, each one more horrific than the last. Unbeknownst to her, she’d soon be viewing something beyond her imagination.
As the other trainers took flight, Aubre turned to face her Jumpluff.
“Maggie, are you okay taking a break? Taking a minute to dry off?” With a chirp, she recalled the grass type. In its place, a heavily scarred Gyarados emerged. His eyes peered suspiciously at the swamp around them.
“Chester? Are you—I know we discussed this earlier, but I don’t want to—” The great beast made a noise. Something Aubre knew to be laughter. He dipped his head low enough to allow the doctor to climb aboard.
“Thank you.” With a grunt, she pulled herself onto the water-type’s back.
In moments, the air snake was gliding past the others in the group. His
intimidating presence sent what creatures were visible sinking beneath the surface. But he could not scare the dead. A gasp tore from Aubre’s throat as she recognized the bloated bobbing things for what they were.
“!?” Her voice was tiny, uncertain.
“Oh, Arceus. These poor people. What happened?” The Gyarados roared as he sighted the Ursaluna. Following his gaze, the redhead nudged him to where @rowan dug at the exposed corpse.
As they approached, the doctor fumbled for her phone. Punched in three digits.
“I’d like to report a—” Her voice shook as a small corpse caught her eyes. She tried her best to swallow her tears.
“--a few—I’m sorry, Arceus—” The female voice on the other end pushed.
“Around a dozen murders. We’re at, well, near, trail marker 109.” The hands buried in the Gyarados’s scales shook.
Something about this situation seemed
wrong. The bear had chosen to run instead of attacking. And, while bears buried corpses, it woldn’t typically do it somewhere like
this. Then, there was the pictures to worry about.
Shouting and barbarism drew the doctor’s eyes. As suspected, people were quick to turn to the pitchfork mentality. “Chester, can you—” With a grunt, she dropped into the muck beside Rowan.
“--stop the bear with a Whirlpool? But don’t hurt it! I just—it seems as confused as we are.” Maybe they could talk to it. Maybe they could
reason with it.
In other words, she agreed with
Oliver Shrakes.
But, for now, there was something to investigate.
“Hang on, sir. Let me help.” Though not strong, determination allowed her to tug the body free. The sucking sound was the most disgusting thing she’d ever heard.
It’s not going to hurt you. Even if it’s cold. Even if it’s stiff. This isn’t a person anymore. Bile threatened as the person’s tongue lolled out. On Aubre’s shoulder, her Oricorio tried to sing a soothing song.
"GRWAAAAAAAAARWGH!" With a deafening roar—meant to draw attention—her Gyarados moved to fence the Ursaluna with the very waters that comprised his home. It then turned a steely eye on the trainers attempting to hurt it. His little Rattata wanted it to come to no harm, and he'd had enough of war. Hopefully, the swirling waters would provide some armor from the people surrounding it.
PLmmBvya
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Area 1- Questions who took the last two pictures and hangs her camera from her neck [li]Climbs aboard Chester the Gyarados
- Steels herself at the sight of the corpses, trying not to cry.
- Assists Rowan in uncovering the body
- Has the Gyarados summon a whirlpool, using it to partially protect the bear
- Calls 911 to report a TON of murders
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