what you won't do for luvdisc [m]

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Remiel Calcifet
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POSTED ON Feb 10, 2020 2:12:36 GMT
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A S S I G N M E N T

LUVDISC DIVE




Their boats had met at a diving location just off the coast of the Sootopolis Crater. It was mid-afternoon by then. Save for the flocks of Wingull that soared above, the bright blue sky was wide and clear. The same, Remiel was sure, could not be said about the depths that awaited them below the water’s surface. But the league-funded scuba diving training he’d received this morning was sure to help prevent complete disaster. Still, he was nervous.

The captain of his ship, a blonde Alolan by the name of Emmanuel, led Remiel onto the deck of the other (much larger) ship. There they would rendezvous with his assigned partner, a researcher by the name of Illeana Reyes. He'd met her before during an excavation with the famed Najwa Essam, but he couldn't really say he'd gotten to know her all too well during their time together.

"Miss Reyes, this is Mister Remiel Calcifet." Emmanuel suddenly began, seamlessly introducing Remiel to her as they boarded. "He'll be assisting you during your rescue mission today."

Stepping onto the new boat in a sleek black diver's suit and gear, with a special belt to accommodate his luxury balls, Remiel was sure to move forward and extend a handshake to his once-again partner. "Yes, we've met," He informed the ship captain, his calm blue-grey eyes locking with Illeana's afterward. "It's quite a relief working with a familiar face again. You proved yourself most capable back at the excavation."

And, surprisingly, he meant most of that. It wasn't simply just one of the many social niceties he'd been taught to hand out like candy during a conversation. Though his expression, as indifferent as always, might not have served to show it. A lot left to be desired there.
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You know, she probably shouldn't have worn her own bathing suit for this...[break][break]

Being one of the only women surrounded by mostly men is awfully uncomfortable for Illeana, even under usual circumstances. This, however, is not usual circumstances. No, she's wearing less clothing than she's comfortable with and... God, is that one crew member staring? Ugh. She shuffles away toward the safety of the captain's presence, away from prying eyes. The sensation of eyes on her still lingers, however, and she shudders under the crawling feeling of her skin.[break][break]

She had been confident in the fact that she was prepared for this mission, for the task that looms ahead. Instead, she simply looks like she's ready to lay out on the sand and even out her tan. In her defense, she doesn't own a wet suit, wouldn't have even thought of needing one until today. Well... Lesson learned, right?[break][break]

By the time she reaches the captain, their ship is already making contact with another. This ship holds her partner for this mission, a scientist by the name of Remiel Calcifet. A familiar face, thankfully. He had been pleasant to work with and rather kind when they had done a previous mission together, which, when she thinks about it, really had gone rather well. Hopefully this one will go just as well... If not, she might drown but... Oh no, what if that happens? Her anxiety heightens just a bit, enough to cause the woman to begin walking a little shakily as she fully joins the captain's side. Her smile is shaky, too, as she glances toward this other captain while he introduces her to her partner. She doesn't correct him with the concept that they've met, mostly because she's focusing a little too much on the fact that her partner is completely prepared and she feels like an idiot now.[break][break]

Remiel crosses the distance toward her with ease, one of his hands already extending toward the woman without missing a beat. Her own hand trembles as it scrambles out to meet his in a handshake, her mind already beginning to scream at her nerves to cut it out. "Yes," she murmurs, smile brightening just a bit. "It's nice to see you again!" Her cheeks flush under his praise and her hand quickly retreats from his grasp, the woman finding herself shy once more. Compared to his diving suit, she just looks funny in her red bikini.[break][break]

"That's very nice of you," she says. "But, really, you and Doctor Essam did most of the work I'm afraid!" A light giggle escapes her, then, as her smile widens. "I hope this mission goes as well as that one had." With Remiel by her side, she's certain this task won't end in failure. If, however, she were by herself... Well, that'd be a completely different story. In the back of her mind, she praises the indifference of his face. It's nice to be in the company of someone who won't stare like that crew member did... Or, better yet, someone who considers her an equal instead of a child who doesn't know what she's doing.



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POSTED ON Feb 21, 2020 5:37:53 GMT
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"I'm sure it will," Remiel nodded, cognizant of her physical tells but not quite sure how to read them. As far as he could tell, she was just as nervous as he was— if not more so. Though she didn't appear to keep such a feeling so obscured as he was. As for the swimsuit, Remiel thought it was nice, but not much else of it. It complimented her figure nicely, sure, but it was rather unbecoming of a gentleman to leer at her like the crewmen were. Though he'd come to expect that of Hoennian men.

"Mind if I take the lead here?" He continued, unclipping a luxury ball from the belt built into his diving suit. "Baal gets antsy otherwise, you see." Tossing the ball off the ship, it burst open in a flash of golden light before a 9-foot tall abomination of science appeared in mid-air. It landed in the ocean below with such a large splash that the ripples that grew out from it even managed to rock the adequately-sized ship they were on. When the water finished falling from the sky and the salty foam receded, only Dracovish's head would be visible just above the surface of the waves. It stared forward, dumbly. 

"You'll need these," The ship captain suddenly spoke, coming out of his quarters with a weathered suitcase before clicking it open to reveal its contents to them:


"State of the art respirators; provided by the League itself." The man explained. Nodding, Remiel waited for Illeana to take her pick before taking his own. "You'll turn the switch on the side there once you've fitted the mouthpiece to your face. Once you're ready, you'll take a deep breath and dive. The respirator will do the rest." The ship captain finished explaining.

"And we're going no further than 300 feet below, is that right?" Remiel asked after recalling the report, receiving an affirmative nod from the man afterwards.

"That's right. Any trouble and you let us know through your mouthpiece there. They're fitted with communication devices."

"Excellent. We should be able to handle the water pressure just fine." He shifted his sharp blue-grey eyes to Illeana afterwards, stopping just as he had begun to raise the mouthpiece to his face. "Ready, Miss Reyes?"
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his words are reassuring and so, the woman flashes him a smile. her nerves decrease slightly with the affirmation that this mission will go smoothly because really, she had been so nervous about diving for days leading up to this. she's never done anything like this before and truth be told, she's not exactly the best swimmer? it'll be fine. he said they'll do fine and that's enough for her.

"yes, of course!" she had been planning on letting him take the lead, anyway... he's smart and capable, the kind of leader she'd be happy to follow. their previous mission had been enough of an indicator for that. although... when he said he wanted to take the lead, she hadn't exactly been expecting him to toss out the pokemon he did. it looks... wrong? illeana can't help but stare at the monstrosity as it lands in the water, staring straight ahead as if nothing was on its mind. what the hell is that? suddenly aware that she's just gazing at the pokemon with judgmental eyes, she flushes and turns toward the captain, hesitant to even glance toward her partner in case he noticed her stare.

the captain had interrupted at the perfect time, swooping in before the woman could voice her slightly curious, mostly rude, thoughts on that creature. the man produces a briefcase from his quarters, opening it swiftly and putting it on display for the two trainers. inside lay breathing apparatuses, one for each of them. ah, right, they'll need to breathe underwater. how could she drown with that on? with her mind finally at ease, she tentatively reaches forward and picks one up, glancing toward the captain with a small smile. "thank you," she murmurs. his explanation is helpful, although she just hopes she can remember to turn the little switch on. god only knows how bad that would turn out if she didn't right?

while remiel goes over some last minute details with the captain and confirms the depth level of their dive, illeana busies herself with getting the mouthpiece into place. it's surprisingly comfortable against her face, snug yet light. oh, and it has a mouthpiece too? a great piece of technology, really... the league has thought of everything for their mission. it's reassuring, easing her mind even more than the captain had just by bringing the pieces out. as she finishes settling the piece against her face, remiel locks eyes with her and she smiles. "as ready as i'll ever be," she replies, stepping closer to join his side before glancing back toward the captain. "we'll see you soon!"

with that, illeana turns her attention back to her partner, smile growing even wider. "let's go save some luvdisc!"
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POSTED ON Mar 4, 2020 4:27:42 GMT
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Their dive had gone swimmingly. Well, for Remiel, the word 'dive' didn't exactly represent the manner in which he'd chosen to descend beneath the waves of the Route 126. He'd leaped off the boat and onto his Dracovish's back, and from there it had simply sunk into the water below at his command. Dopey-eyed and calm, the unnatural beast visibly breathed better underwater.

With his breathing apparatus secured firmly around the lower half of his face, Remiel turned to regard Illeana's progress as she descended, too. She seemed okay. The visibility in the water was well enough that he could tell that she wasn't panicking in any kind of physical way. At least, not yet. But he still reached up to activate his mic and ask her anyway. "Proceeding smoothly?"

Down below, the sight of an underwater rock slide gradually began to form. The Luvdisc were near.
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it hadn't dawned on her that she should have brought a water type with her until they are already in the water. her poor planning manages to increase with each moment, her anxiety rising in response. her face settles into a grimace as she floats on the water's surface, remiel already taking the opportunity to disappear beneath the surface. he planned accordingly, planned ahead with a brilliant mind. hers just... completely lacked any brain cells required for this mission it seems. maybe he'll be kind enough to let her piggyback off of his mind for now? or, he could just let her flounder around in the water for amusement purposes. either works, she supposes.

the woman sucks in a breath before beginning to dive, hurriedly attempting to follow her partner. he's so far ahead already, well equipped to just finish the task without her. will she drag him down? probably... the faint realization that it's difficult to breathe even with the mouthpiece holding firm to her mouth lingers in the back of her mind. she tries to suck in more air, to breathe normally despite the water that surrounds her. is he having any trouble? the woman glances toward remiel's figure, him and his pokemon swimming deeper toward the depths of the ocean. he looks like he's not having any problems... to be expected of him, she muses. he's capable, strong, intelligent, everything she utterly lacks.

and so, with a certain shyness, she swims closer. her cheeks flare with heat as he questions her, touched that he would even consider pausing in his own progress to check on her. "um," she begins, voice faltering slightly as one hand fiddles with the switch. "yes. i, um, i think so anyway?" the woman comes to a stop and stares down at what lies beneath them, eyes widening at the sight before ripping back up to find remiel's face. "i might have not brought a water type with me today..." she looks ashamed, hands moving to fiddle with the straps around her neck as if the fabric is suddenly suffocating.

it still feels difficult to breathe in a way that isn't related to their breathing apparatuses. her chest is weighed down with something she can't place and she finds herself suddenly thankful for the fact that she isn't restricted by a wet suit. if she were, remiel would get a show because she would simply claw at the fabric until it fell away. instead, she continues to fiddle with her bikini, as if that's the source of all her problems and not her crippling anxiety.

"i'm sorry," she mutters, voice barely above a whisper. she knows he can hear her anyway. "maybe you should just continue on ahead." failure drips from every word and her hands still, a few seconds away from undoing the knot at the back of her neck in their mindless endeavor of relieving some discomfort. "i'll only drag you down, i'm afraid."

the luvdisc are near but she might not make it to save them. instead, she might just drown in her own stupidity, her own thoughts. the luvdisc need saving, sure, but it seems that in the depths of this ocean, she just might need saving from herself too. is it ironic? perhaps. laughable? definitely.
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POSTED ON Mar 4, 2020 20:46:40 GMT
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When she finally responds, Remiel is quick to take notice of the nervousness in her voice. Closing the distance between them, even if only a little bit on Illeana’s part, allows him to see the shock in her eyes after she looks down at the massive depth of the ocean below. And when she reaches back to fiddle with the knot of her bikini, the young royal takes that as the highly strung physical gesture that it is.

He may not be well-versed in the intricacies of common social interaction, but Remiel Calcifet has certainly learned how to read people.

Without a word to her expression of insecurity, Remiel bids his Dracovish to hover in place and bounds off of it. Shooting gracefully towards her in the water, the royal in the wet suit notices mid-swim that the knot of her bikini strap has finally become undone. Suddenly the concept of wearing the rebreather is an added blessing— to shield the blushing expression on his normally nonchalant face. Just as the bra is teased away by the gentle underwater current, however, Remiel reaches Illeana and immediately pulls her into a firm hug.

He hadn’t seen much more than what she’d already been showing. The lady’s modesty was preserved this evening. And, as the loose bikini was held snug between his chest and her, well... chest, Remiel took a deep breath as his hands searched for the wayward straps behind her. ”You’re not a burden, Miss Reyes. Just take a deep breath.” He whispered, a little too bashful to remark about what had just happened. And, quite frankly, unsure she had even realized it herself yet.
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he comes closer, quick and agile in the water. the scientific monstrosity stays in place, simply idle and oddly unblinking as it waits for its trainer to come back. the woman stares, confusion beginning to etch itself onto her features. why is he swimming back? she's holding him down, about to drown them both. why would he come back instead of just leaving her? it's a little funny, really... she hadn't pegged him for the caring type at first glance, not with how his features rarely display anything other than composed dignity. this is a different side than one she has been shown before, one that she isn't familiar with and it's perplexing more than anything.

in her study of him, she doesn't notice the fabric beginning to shift. the string lays limp in her hands, pulled and pulled until it finally gave way to her distracted fingers. perhaps in this moment, he really might be wishing she had worn a wet suit instead. her mind doesn't catch up as quickly as his, doesn't even register the top beginning to move away from the rest of her body. no, she's still staring at him, still confused and utterly at a loss for what to do. she watches him come closer, however, watches him register something and his features twist accordingly. is that... surprise? she doesn't understand the emotion that's sprawled across his face nor his hurried pace to reach her. her mind can't understand it, can't wrap itself around the motives behind his actions.

a soft gasp escapes her, then, as he wraps himself around her. his arms circle her body and she goes rigid, face lighting up with embarrassment in a mere moment. what? what's going on? why is he doing this? is he okay?

the notion that fabric on skin brings her mind back from its previous course, earning a squeal from the dark haired woman. she practically flounders against him, arms and legs flailing in an attempt to get away, to immediately leave the entire region. this is awful, embarrassing, mortifying. her top is shifting in the current, free and unashamed as it leaves her uncovered. if not for his quick thinking, the sea creatures would've gotten a show! "i'msosorry!" the words mesh together as they leave her mouth in a panicked whimper, unable to even breathe between the amount of sheer anxiety that has now latched onto her throat.

hide, hide, hide! she shrinks against him, chest heaving as she struggles for more air. his hands brush against her back as they move, searching and searching for the abandoned strings while her own hands tremble, clutching at his wet suit in vain. if her anxiety wasn't bad before, it sure is now! oh god, this really had to happen today? how is she even supposed to look him in the eye now? that thought alone is enough to make her squirm more, hips effectively bucking into his painfully. her fight or flight mode is in high gear and really, she's one wiggle away from hightailing it out of there.

he speaks, then, and she stills in his arms, wide eyes focusing in on his own calm ones. breathe, take a deep breath, you're okay. it's all comforting, all aimed for her well-being. she's not a burden, not weighing him down. she won't drown him, not if he can allow it, and that's enough for her to shakily inhale. "i," she tries, unable to fully put together any words in this moment. her mind is reeling, jumping from thought to thought. breathe, ohmygod, chest is practically bare, heistouchingyouohlord, you're fine! it's all a jumble, mixing together into a frenzy. and yet, she tries to speak anyway, tries to save herself from making this situation worse. "thank you."

her entire body screams fluster, screams embarrassment, and yet she stays there, stays pressed against him. is this contact too long? is she making him uncomfortable? oh god, what if he's mad? quickly, the woman leans toward him a little, as if analyzing his face will somehow give her the confirmation that she needs to continue. "i'm really sorry," she offers, voice a soft whisper. "i didn't -- i didn't mean for that to happen..." it did, however, and she's not sure where to go from here. absentmindedly, her hands clench against the fabric of his suit and she bows her head, as if hiding in his chest will make any of this better. it won't and she just feels stupid... is he going to think less of her now? is she no better than another scantily clad girl who can't do anything?

god, if her embarrassment doesn't kill her then her mind surely will.
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POSTED ON Mar 7, 2020 22:35:16 GMT
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Flailing, squealing, and flushing with embarrassment, Illeana wasn't easy to keep in his arms after her sudden realization of the situation. But, more concerning than that, was the increased rate of her breathing. So, naturally, he held her firm and close, providing whatever kind of calm or reassuring gesture he could provide.

He's relieved when his words prove to have the desired effect, settling her down as she falls limp in his arms and buries her face in his chest. Remiel understands that she's embarrassed. Appalled, even. The young royal isn't nearly as oblivious to those feelings as he is to others. When she thanks him, he says nothing as his hands continue to search for the straps to her bikini. He doesn't need to be thanked. When she looks up at him, however, he spares her a glance downward, and their eyes meet.

"Of course I know you didn't mean for this happen." He assuredly replies through the mic of their mouthpiece. The sight, and touch, of her pressed tightly against him causes him to pause for a moment to recollect himself. He's thankful when she buries her face in his chest again and parts her eyes from his. "But it has," He continues, hands finally finding the two stray straps he's been looking for. "And now pressing forward is the best thing we can do."

He begins to tie a proper knot behind her back, careful not to make it too tight but conscious of it not being too loose either. Feeling her breath against him, almost entirely synced with his own rate of breathing, prompts the black-haired royal to continue now that she's not so rattled anymore. "Now... when we're done here, you and I are going to continue sinking downwards until we reach the trapped Luvdisc," He calmly explains. "We'll do what we've set out to do... then we'll resurface to have a well-earned dinner... does that sound acceptable to you?"

He finishes retying her knot. And, though he's a bit nervous himself, he parts from her slowly and slightly. Enough to reach up and place his hands reassuringly on her bare shoulders as he quietly looks into her eyes.
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POSTED ON Mar 8, 2020 22:34:44 GMT
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an awkward silence falls around them, punctured only by their breathing. hers is still erratic, mismatched against the calm rises of his chest. the contact is firm and warm, calming even, and she can't resist the urge to press a bit closer, body screaming for more comfort. it's a kindness, really, that he's even doing this in the first place. is it wrong to believe he wouldn't have if he didn't need her for this job? probably, yet her mind drifts there anyway, as if it's the only logical explanation.

the ocean shifts at her back, current slightly picking up in strength. it causes a shiver to run down her spine as the natural ebb and flow of sea water feels like fingers dancing across her skin. his hands are still there, too, continuing on in their search for the missing strings of her bikini. she tries not to focus too much on it, on his hands wandering behind her. oh god, this is so embarrassing! her cheeks have more than likely developed a permanent red tint by now, scarred by her deep seated fluster. how is she going to finish this job now? and how is he so calm in this kind of situation? is it because it doesn't bother him? it must be nice.

he says nothing in the face of her gratitude, instead only sparing her a glance, eyes locking. the urge to look away is overwhelming, suffocating, nauseating. she holds it back with another shaky breath, instead trying to focus on his words. how is she supposed to focus when he's staring at her like that? or when she's pressed against him? god. she can't handle it anymore. the stare is broken as her eyes find his chest instead, the wet suit becoming increasingly more interesting the longer she avoids his eyes. "mhm," she murmurs after a moment, soft affirmation that she understands what he's saying. it would be best to push on and away from this whole fiasco... is memory wiping a thing? if so, can she please get some of that?!

the sensation of strings brushing against her skin, accompanied by hands, almost brings a squeak in response. it's narrowly held back by the clamping of teeth onto bottom lip, however, and somehow she manages to save some face. that is, until she whispers toward him. "how?" it's a generalized statement. how does she move forward? how does she forget this? how is he okay with this? her mind races again with unanswered questions never voiced. and even despite the clutter, the onslaught of questions, she's still all too aware of his hands working diligently on the strings at her back.

illeana's head bobs once in understanding. the job comes first, the luvdisc need saving and they're the only ones able to help. if they had died while she was selfishly occupying their time with her own insecurities... she can't even finish the thought. a soft sniffle echos in her mouthpiece as she forcefully clears the idea from her mind, too afraid of that outcome to entertain it. "right," she breathes. do the job, get the hell out of here. it's simple and necessary. before she can offer anything further, however, he continues and she feels her throat practically close. dinner. what? did she hear him right? her eyes widen as they fly back to his face. is he joking or being serious? is he just trying to be nice? make her feel better? she can't tell. his face gives little away and so, with a soft voice, she questions him. "you want to get dinner? with me?" is she giving him a weird look? it feels like it... "um," she stammers, eyes averting back to his chest once more. "are you sure? you're not, like, joking?"

his hands leave her back, the newly tied knot left in their place. and then, he pulls away with a languid pace, as if she'll spook further if he rips away from her. it's a nice action, considerate, polite. remiel doesn't get far, putting just enough distance between them to move his hands to her shoulders. the touch brings her eyes back toward his own and the feeling of comfort, of reassurance, radiates from him. it prompts her to speak again, tentatively, uncertain. "i -- i think i'm okay. sorry, again."
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