If there was one thing his new and budding romance with Alexei Ivanov had taught him, it was to be prepared for anything-- from every type of booze imaginable to 3 A.M out-of-the-blue breakdowns. This... also applied to alien abductions, apparently.
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Atalys was always meant to be kidnapped and he’d needed a way to track her, but originally, the technology had been for his other little lamb and her penchant for going AWOL, much to the early grays of her dearly beloved father-uncle-thing. Memo. That was Memo.
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He turns up the volume on his phone and the GPS is a steady, quiet, beep in the night.
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“Follow that sheep!” he whisper-yells, pointing dramatically in the direction Atalys went, before realizing he was woefully unprepared for any sort of airborne travel.
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“Uh… mind if I hitch a lift?”

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[attr="class","ooc"] @aries [break]


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If it weren’t for the crowd of people and the lingering feeling of certain doom, it would’ve been a great toes-in-the-sand kind of lazy day. Memo leaned out over Gabriel’s neck, palms flattened between the Salamence’s shoulder blades, peering down at the churning water below.

Ruh-roh. That wasn’t good.

He shifts back in his seat, feeling the comforting weight of Alexei Ivanov behind him; he had originally scooched forward enough so they wouldn’t be touching but the minute the ocean became a bigger player in this comedy of errors, Alex had locked an arm viciously around his waist and was holding on for dear life.

Memo had hitched a ride with Alex on the latter’s Salamence for convenience reasons, and also because Alex needed to hold onto someone whilst he lost his shit. He didn’t really do water all that well.

The gentle murmur of human voices was everywhere, mostly from people approaching and gauging the situation amongst themselves-- but there was something different, something just barely a whisper, and yet growing louder still. It was familiar-- uncomfortably so.

“¡Estás muerto para mí! ¿Me oyes? From now on I have one son, and one son only!”

Despite the roll of nausea that snapped in his gut like a whip, and the latent numbness drifting down his limbs at remembering… then, he found himself chuckling. Nothing could convince him to run into dangerous and potentially deadly situations headfirst like the perk of hearing his very disappointed mother.

He slid one hand down the arm currently vicegripped around his waist and, somehow, threaded his fingers with Alex’s-- though it took some doing to pry the white-knuckled clench fisted in the clothes at his hip.

“How you holding up?” he asked over his shoulder. By now he’d seen enough shocked faces to realize that other people were also, probably, hearing less savory things from their past. Which meant Alex was, too; so he wanted to make sure the taller man didn’t faint out of fear or stress-- which had happened at LEAST twice in the short time they’d been… involved-- and fall straight off the dragon.

"It looks like we might have to dive in," he said, after watching a number of other people do just that. There was a giddy hitch to his voice as Gabriel circled the northernmost whirlpool, waiting for the acquiescence of his second passenger.

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tl ; dr
- memo and alex arrive on alex's salamence
- they're out circling the whirlpools giving alex some time to come to terms with diving straight in
- will choose the northernmost pool to go into c:

Alexei Ivanov et all c:

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The Vespiquen clenched her golden, hooked claws together and made a slow twisting motion, like she was imagining ripping both of their heads off. Then her whole body heaved, releasing a great sigh, before she tried again-- slower, this time.
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When she was talking about the Combee, she pointed in the direction the terrifying buzzing had faded. So she did that, then reached up and tapped Memo’s ear, twice, followed by a tap on her own head where the approximation of an ear might be. Then she shook her head no, and dragged her claws over her throat, slowly.
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Well, that one was easy enough to get across.
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“Your Combee… aren’t… earring-- hearing-- listening to you!” Memo said, snapping his fingers. The Vespiquen nodded vigorously. When Memo asked, “Why?” she slumped, defeated, raising her shoulders in an semblance of a shrug.
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Memo frowned. “Huh. That’s weird. But… maybe we can help. We were looking for our rogue bees, and I think we just found them. We just need to grab a few and take them back to HQ so the smart folks can figure out what’s going on.”
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[attr="class","ooc"] Alexei Ivanov , character switching iiiiiiiiiiis haaaaard [break]


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