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A pokemon RP I worked on last summer...
...before that forum fell apart.
Anyway, as the description implies, this "story" is more or less the RP of my "trainer." I'd tell you more, but then it'd ruin the fun of reading. I hope it's not too difficult to follow as I wrote these in between other participants' responses. Feel free to ask questions if something's unclear. Thanks for reading!
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Waves from the ocean gently glided across the clear shore, ebbing into the larger mass of water in a soft rhythm. The crescent moon blessed the waves with its radiance, reflections of the scattered stars dancing slowly atop each arc and trough. Aside from the waves' murmurs, silence engulfed the shoreline. Wild wingull and pelipper had long gone to sleep, leaving their noisy squawks for the new day.
However, this tranquility was all but present for one.
A young woman emerged from the waves, completely drenched to the bone. She coughed several times, attempting to remove the saltwater from her system. Hoisting herself to her feet, she stood slightly hunched over, still coughing out the unwelcome fluids. Once she regained her breath, she cast her gaze behind her shoulder, eyes laying upon a second body in the water. The foot tall entity shook the water from its body before taking its steps on the land. The shell on its back glistened from the stubborn drops that still remained. Its brown eyes shined dimly back at the woman, a solemn look on its cerulean face.
With a nod and a commanding pair of curling fingers, the woman ordered the reptile to follow her. She was unfamiliar with the territory, but she refused to stay the night outdoors with the breezes chilling her soaked clothing. Her companion obeyed, trailing on all fours behind the woman. It never questioned the woman, only knowing that once an order was issued it was to be followed immediately unless specified otherwise. Consequences could range from anything on a whim after all.
The woman's slate overcoat started to weigh her down as well as causing a freezing sensation on her torso. She stripped it from her body, slinging it over her shoulder instead. She held the article of clothing too dear to ditch. Some stray tresses of hair veiled her eyes, proving to be quite the nuisance. She took a moment to wrap the strands behind her ears, sighing. The small reptile tilted its head at her, holding out its arms as an offer to carry her coat. She smiled at her shelled friend, petting its head while shaking hers.
In the distance, she had noticed some bright lights - indicative of civilization. She pointed in this direction, watching the tiny turtle's eyes follow the imaginary path. It nodded in confirmation of its understanding. Together, the continued their way to the lights, hoping to find amicable persons who would be willing to take them in for the night.
Upon reaching their destination, the woman put her coat back on, fearing her cold body would be revealing too much in the upper region. It was a fairly uninhabited island she suspected, but she wouldn't take any chances. Several houses dotted the land with a couple of shops to keep the villagers sustained. Among the modest buildings stood a larger one, donning a red roof as opposed to blue the others had. She easily recognized it as the Pokecenter, well informed of its charitable nature toward travelers. How fortunate.
She spoke softly to her companion, not wishing to wake any of the residents of the tiny town. "That look like an okay spot, Armada?"
The corners of the turtle's beak curled in small fascination; he soon responded in the affirmative, "Squaye."
The woman returned her Squirtle's smile, always liking how he tried to mimic pirate talk with his small voicebox. She'd have to keep such an identity under wraps for the time being though. She signaled once more for Armada to follow her into the red roofed building.
Her boots created an awkward squishing noise with every step she took on the polished, yellow tiles. Aside from the awful feeling in her soles and the noise, it was the least of her concerns. She walked to the nurse at the counter who gave her a genuinely concerned yet puzzled look. The redhead nurse took one look at the woman before her, noticing her unusual attire. Short charcoal shirt and matching pants, black boots, and a dark overcoat, lined with gold trimmings and royal blue insides.
"Excuse me..."
My, she even had an androgynous voice.
The nurse mentally kicked herself for being rude, replying quickly, "Um...yes, welcome to the Dewford Pokemon Center. How may I help you this evening, ma'am?"
With a straight face, the woman replied calmly, "I fell off my boat in the middle of the night. Must've been bad luck with my sleep walking - I'm a pretty heavy sleeper. Anyway, I was wondering if you'd be so kind to let me stay the night here until I get my bearings together."
Geeze, she had to be a Snorlax to sleep through falling off a boat!
"Well, it's really a center meant for Pokemon, but there are some couches in the lounge you can use." The nurse hesitated for a minute, remembering the soaked trainer would probably ruin the couches if she were to go there in her current condition. "Er...would you like to wash off the saltwater? I know that can be an unpleasant feeling if left alone for too long," she offered, hoping it didn't come as insincere.
"Yes, if I may. I'd greatly appreciate it." The woman looked toward her calves then back at the nurse, "Also, my pokemon had been trying to keep me afloat while I was sleeping. Could you tend to him? I imagine he's pretty exhausted from the ordeal."
The nurse held a quizzical look, finding the story a bit far fetched to be taken seriously, but protocol demanded to never question the integrity of a patient and its owner. "Yes, ma'am. But I need you to fill out some forms first. Just right here," she pointed to a clipboard on the desk in front of her and provided a pen, "I'll need his name, yours, the date, and a signature as an acceptance of the terms of service. Please include any other physical ailments he may have had previously."
Taking the pen into her hand, the woman quickly wrote the information down for the nurse. The redhead repeated it just to make sure.
"So the little guy's name is Armada. And you're Lucianovic. Well, I'll get him patched up in a jiffy. The showers are located on the left, down the hall. You can't miss it. I'll put some spare clothes on the bench inside for you. Please make yourself comfortable. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
"Thank you, nurse. Armada, you do as she says. I'll be back shortly."
And with that, Lucianovic headed toward the showering room.
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"Captain!"
"Sir!"
"Orders, Captain?"
"Sir, the water's clear! Nothing unusual in sight. Resuming post!"
Multitudes of voices, all centered on him. He was the owner of the vessel these men found themselves sailing. The one who took these vagabonds seafaring. The one who would decide the course of their pathetic lives.
Lucianovic.
Emerald eyes, jet black hair held in a queue. Brass buttons clung to midnight overcoat. Cutlass at his side, held securely in its scabbard. None of the men had ever seen the blade because those who did were not around to describe its brilliance - its omnipotence in battle.
He walked over to the ship's rails, leaning against them as he looked into the endless horizon of water before him. Azure hues all above, murky depths lurking beneath. His eyes didn't waver, severing the divide between the water's trick.
His voice was smooth and deep, a mirroring of his saber's movement into flesh. "Seyer."
At the side of the ship he stood on, the water bubbled. A monstrous blue dome rose from the water, ruby gems sparkling against the sun's rays. Slowly, two narrow eyes bobbed atop the surface, staring directly at the Captain. Lucianovic maintained his blank face, showing no signs of emotion. He called once more to the Tentacruel below him.
"Seyer, was the ship finished?"
The behemoth jellyfish nodded in confirmation. Lucianovic's crew knew the beast to be one of the most feared creatures that resided in the water. It was five times the regular size of a Tentacruel; an abnormality none of them could comprehend, but they didn't question the oddity as this Pokemon worked for them, keeping them safe from other hostile sailors. The captain would call upon this beast for one sole purpose.
The complete destruction of an enemy vessel.
With over eighty tentacles, Seyer was a monster to be reckoned with already. Her over sized body only added to her advantage. How such a powerful Pokemon came under the control of a simple human defied reason. Yet Seyer was obedient and efficient. People didn't think twice when she swam toward their ships. Either jump over board or face an uncomfortable splash involuntarily. Your choice.
"Good." Lucianovic turned his face to the right, noticing a smaller presence. The Tentacruel's orbs flashed once then immediately dimmed as her trainer shot her a severe look. He focused his attention to the little one beside him, speaking gently, "Dear, you mustn't come every time she returns. You're only spoiling her."
He was greeted with a retort of the smaller one, "You NEVER spoil her. She's going to get tired of listening to you all the time if you don't at least show her how happy she makes you."
Lucianovic grumbled under his breath then sighed, shaking his head and motioning his permission for the child to pass. "Fine, just one though. No more."
"I was only going to give her two."
"One, dear."
"All right, all right. Seyer, here!" The child exclaimed, tossing a Remoraid over the rails. The fish splashed ungracefully into the water and attempted to flee as quickly as it could; however, one of Seyer's shortened tentacles elongated on reflex and paralyzed the fish. She looked up at Lucianovic for an okay and received a slow nod, pointing downward. Seyer recognized the command as one to eat the fish out of sight. Lucianovic really didn't care if the jellyfish wanted to eat on the surface, but he figured it was for the protection of his daughter. She needn't be exposed to such brutality so soon for a ten year old. He knew his daughter probably thought Seyer was "playing" with the fish as a "friend' rather than eating it unceremoniously beneath. Whatever. It was out of the way now.
"Markelle...You really need to stay in the cabin while we're sailing. It's for your safety. What would I do if you fell over?"
"You could easily get Seyer to help out!"
He smirked. She was indeed a quick witted one, but maybe too naive for her own good. Tousling the girl's hair, he ushered her back into the room, giving her a pokeball. "Here, play with this. I just got him, but I figured you'd like to give him a name for me."
The girl's eyes lit up immediately, her interest piqued to a new level. Taking the pokeball from her father, she opened it a second later. A red beam crackled in the air, moving erratically until it reached the floor. Once there, the beam took the silhouette of a small animal. Then the beam disappeared, leaving behind a tiny turtle in its wake. It looked at the two people before him and questioned.
"Squir...?"
Lucianovic had known his daughter liked Squirtle as her favorite pokemon. Well, at least he deduced such a conclusion from the millions of Squirtle sketches he had seen on loose paper. As he suspected, his daughter was amazed with the reptile before her and instantly began petting it and inspecting its shell, tail, hands and feet. The captain smiled, pleased his daughter was enjoying herself.
"Dear, I decided to let you keep him."
"Like you have Seyer, father?"
A dark thought crossed his mind as he chuckled, hiding the nervousness from his voice. "Yeah...something like that anyway, dear. What'd you decide to name him?"
The girl was petting the Squirtle's head, taking a minute more to think. "I think Armada's a good name for him! Just like in that book I saw on your desk!"
"But, Dear, you do know..." He paused, deciding it didn't matter to his daughter anyway. Why would she care that the Armada was easily torn to shreds by a smaller fleet? "...Armada is a good name. I thought you might name him something easier to call."
"Nope! Armada sounds good for him. Aye, matey?" The girl laughed, hugging her Squirtle.
The cerulean turtle smiled and mimicked his trainer's words, "Squaye, squaye!"
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A knock came from the outside. Two to be precise.
A woman sat on a chair inside the room. She finished her last sentence, dotting it with a period, then turned to the door and granted permission for entrance. She was greeted rather cautiously by her most esteemed sailor. "Madame Markelle..."
Markelle was already annoyed. It was late in the night; what man in his right mind would dare disturb her? Her lamp light glowed faintly, providing little visibility in the dark room. She lifted her head from the paper she stole a quick glance at again, responding with a cool voice, "What is it? I'm rather occupied at the moment as you see."
The man lowered his head, "Aye, Madame, but the crew wishes to talk to you."
She grimaced, running some fingers through her brunette hair. "A word with me? Tell them to wait till I finish." Markelle returned to her book, about to set the pen on the parchment once more before she was interrupted.
"Madame, I think you may want to reconsider."
Odd. Nobody has ever questioned her command before. She put down the writing utensil for the final time and met his stare. Putting her weight against the back of the chair, she reclined and asked him, "Hm? What's so important that I need to be seen at once?"
Again, he looked toward the floor, replying meekly, "I'm sorry, Madame. I don't know either. They've only asked me to request your presence."
Markelle rose from her seat at the mahogany desk, closing the book she had been writing in earlier. She looked at her first mate, arching a brow in confusion. It was the first time she had seen him so timid and unsure since she had taken the reigns from her father. Waving the concern from her conscience, she motioned him toward the door, "Shall we go then?"
"Yes, Madame," he replied. He watched as she stuffed the book into her breast pocket and leaned over the desk. She blew out the lamp's tiny flame, enshrouding her quarters in darkness once more. He had already left her room by that time, as was the respectful action to do when in the presence of a lady. Fixing her hair into a ponytail, Markelle followed his lead and headed outside, closing the door behind them.
The sky was lit with an array of stars; waves were calm below the ship; not a single malicious cloud for miles. Yet the innocence of the environment belied the scene on deck. Her entire crew was present, standing in a horse shoe formation around her cabin door. Some stood with arms crossed, others had hands in their pockets, and the remaining few were nothing notable; however, their formation created a hostile ambiance.
Her father didn't tolerate disrespect. She wouldn't either.
"What can I do for you gentlemen this fine evening? I'd imagine you all would find tonight to be a rather perfect night for resting or even drinking away the ale kegs," she started smoothly. Her crew knew her to uphold the same solemn face her father did when it came to official matters, but they had known her as a child. Consequently, they saw through the pleasantries.
"Markelle, we wanted to have a word with you."
She narrowed her eyes. A demonstration of disapproval. Markelle was quick to recognize what was happening before her, but she wasn't about to break into conclusions just yet. Despite the lack of respect her lackey displayed by addressing her as such, she continued with a slight smile, "So I've heard, good sir. And I ask again, what is it that you want?"
"They want to find Kyogre, Madame," her first mate answered. None of the men argued with his statement but the first who spoke.
"Aye, we do, but without you, Markelle. You've been a sore eye to the real pirates of this sea. Your father would be greatly let down by your performance." The man spoke for everyone albeit the silence was strong. Those who held their tongues still feared not only her father's wrath but also his infamous behemoth, Seyer.
"Ivan, you will do well to address me as your Captain accordingly. I am accustomed to Madame as well, but Captain shall suffice. Your current attitude is begging for the blade," Markelle spoke dryly.
"I'll have to disagree there, Markelle. You have no power like Captain Lucianovic did. You're a disgrace to the true sea dogs. Why, you still have a Squirtle after ten years! Disgusting, little whelp too!"
Markelle held back the sneer from her emotionless face. It was true. Armada was still a simple Squirtle despite the time that had passed since her father first gave him to her. She had wished Seyer was still around to provide support or more importantly instill the persuasion of fear. Armada was experienced but much too small to deal with the larger of the crew mates' Pokemon. Regardless of the situation, she proceeded cautiously.
"A Pokemon is no measure of his trainer's expertise. I thought you'd know that best, Ivan. I have a feeling there's something else you're not telling me."
Ivan scowled. "Everything, Markelle! You're a woman! No woman could ever lead men effectively! Captain Lucianovic only kept you around because he promised a lass at home! You could never be what a son would have been! It's already been a year, and we've seen no signs of Kyogre under your command. I had already begun thinking we were wasting our time with you after the first few weeks. I see I was right!"
Markelle ignored Ivan's cacophonic voice, looking directly into the eyes of the rest of her men. "Is this true? Do the rest of you feel likewise?"
Half of the men held expressions of confirmation, the others still afraid of stirring up bad spirits. Ivan stepped from the lines of the men, withdrawing a pokeball. He tossed it in front of him, releasing his Poliwrath. "If these dogs won't bark, I will. Your leadership has led us no where. We've created a force to remove your power. If you back down, I'll take control and find Kyogre. If not, well, I can't say what may happen."
The woman said nothing, relying only on her hard glance to cut back the encroaching danger. The effect lasted for a brief while, momentarily paralyzing most of the men on board. After minutes of silence and darting eyes, Markelle spoke flatly, "Very well. Don't say I was too rough with you, Ivan. I assure you this will be quick."
With those words, the female captain released Armada. She knew the tiny turtle couldn't overpower the humanoid frog with a target plastered on its chest, but Armada definitely held surprises in that small shell. Armada looked at Markelle and nodded, fully understanding a battle was about to ensue.
Ivan issued his command with haste, wasting no time to crush the small thing in front of him. "Poliwrath, pound that skull into that stupid shell! Make his head spin!"
The gloved frog did just as his trainer ordered, his hand transforming into the posture of a karate chop as he performed a Brick Break on the cerulean turtle. The base of the hand connected only with air while Armada nimbly dodged the attack. The turtle would not attack unless given specific instructions.
The malcontent sailor cursed and ordered his Poliwrath to try a second time. Markelle smirked, speaking quickly, "Armada, Protect!"
Armada obeyed and withdrew his ligaments and head into the brown shell, effectively concealing all weak spots. Poliwrath's hand landed directly atop the hardened surface. He recoiled in slight pain but immediately shook off the throbbing. His trainer yelled for him again.
"Screw the slow suffering. Blow him off deck with Hydro Pump!"
Poliwrath croaked his name then charged forward on the shielded turtle. Leaping into the air, he spread his arms widely in an attempt to cage the Squirtle upon his descent. His black and white target glowed once - a strong stream of water gushing through as it raced toward the object below. Armada sensed the attack but remained in his shell, waiting for an order. Twelve years of discipline taught him better than to act upon impulse.
Markelle gave another one of her devious smiles; she knew this battle was over. "Indeed. End it with a Mirror Coat, Armada!"
Armada knit his brows, concentrating his strength into his back as he braced for the impact. The brief glow on Poliwrath paled in comparison to the Squirtle's shining shell. The once brown protective plates assumed the appearance of individual mirrors. Objects from all over the ship had their reflections cast upon the shell. Even the jutting water from Poliwrath's swirl. As the stream came into contact with Armada's shell, it was reflected twice as powerfully upward in Poliwrath's direction. The water splashed mercilessly on the frog, propelling him high into the air and across the safety of the ship's rails. His limp body fell harshly into the ocean like a missed cannon ball. Ivan snarled then went to the rail to recall his Pokemon.
The female captain looked toward her crew members once again, daring them to challenge her authority. None of them did. As she took her eyes off the men, she rested them upon Armada who was still in his shell. "Armada, return." The Squirtle revealed himself again and walked toward Markelle, standing proudly at her calves. She pat his head thrice, rewarding him for a job well done.
However, their victory was short lived. Though the crew members wavered between sides, Ivan did not. He wouldn't take orders from some slip of a girl he had watched grow up into a poor pirate. He returned to the center of the deck, meeting Markelle's deathly stare.
"Are you done with your childishness, or shall I remind you of your place again?"
"Sorry, Captain..."
She relaxed her posture just a bit. About to accept the apology...
"...for killing this girl! Now, Poliwrath!"
Behind her, Poliwrath emerged from the waters, leaping atop the desk and firmly grabbing Markelle by the torso. The gloved frog then back flipped into the water, dragging the captain with him. Armada gave chase, diving in as quickly as the muscled frog had.
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Lucianovic growled to herself, trying to shut this night's events from her memory. The shower had worked to ease her weary muscles and warm her bones but nothing more than the usual cleansing. She hoped her reptillian companion was faring well.
She had been powerless under the water, struggling for air. Luckily for her, Armada swam swiftly in his home territory, but the advantage wasn't entirely his. Poliwrath was much more in tune with the currents than the turtle had been, but his slowness couldn't match the Squirtle's velocity. With some quick jabs to the side and a final downward spike with his tail, Armada pried Poliwrath's grasp on Markelle, freeing her to swim toward the surface. The gloved frog fled from his defeat, returning to the ship which had traveled quite some distance during the brawl.
Armada swam beneath Markelle, pushing her body upward with his own in an attempt to get her some air sooner. They were successful, but the woman had already taken in a large helping of water, choking. She was much too weakened to swim a far distance, so she held onto Armada for support as his tiny body propelled them to a shore they had past some hours ago. It would take a while, but at least it was a definite destination as opposed to traveling unguided.
Again, Lucianovic made a guttural noise in her throat, extremely displeased with tonight. A mutiny. One she thought she had quelled. How frustratingly embarrassing!
The woman saw the spare clothing the nurse had left for her on the bench. She was very reluctant to wear it as it was a nurse outfit, but it was something dry. It would probably be more embarrassing than the mutiny incident actually... But it WAS dry, she couldn't complain...at least for now.
In the nurse outfit, she returned to the waiting room to do just that. Wait.
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The morning came sooner than expected. Lucianovic had remained in the waiting room for hours. Getting up only to put an eye patch over her left eye, using gauze and some medical tape located behind the counter. She didn't notice how much that area had hurt till half an hour after the fact. Might've been the skirmish on board... That plunge into the water wasn't exactly smooth either. Whatever its origin, the pain seemed amplified by the strong lights that kept the Pokecenter so brightly lit; however, the patch reduced some of the intensity. She could bear with this pain.
Lucianovic was never one to worry, but this wait for Armada was making her rethink the possible consequences created from swimming straight for the shore. It had to be done, but maybe she should have told Armada to take it easy, keep some of his strength reserved. Well, it was over already. She couldn't dwell on it any more if she wanted to move on. The woman wasn't sure when her squirtle would be returned though. For the time being, she decided to take a short nap.
She wasn't sure what time it was, but she had felt something nudging her shoulder. Opening her right eye, she looked about, finding the nurse in front of her. The redhead said something Lucianovic didn't quite comprehend, motioning toward the ground. Armada stood there, a smile carved in his little beak. The woman sat up, and cleared her mind to focus better.
"Are you all right? You were passed out for maybe half the day now. I hope you didn't mind, but I had your clothes washed and dried. There was a book inside one of the pockets, so I put that behind the counter for safe keeping. If you want, you can change in the restroom again. Your Squirtle is fine. No worries. Goodness, what happened to your eye? Maybe you should get it checked..."
Ah, geeze, the nurse might as well run a steamroller over the pirate. Her mouth was spouting out words at hundreds of miles per second it seemed. Lucianovic shook her head, putting her hand in front of her in a sign of her well being.
"I'm fine... I'll get changed so you can have this back. No, really, I'm okay. Thank you for everything, nurse."
Before the nurse could flatten her with a mountain of words, Lucianovic retreated briskly to the washroom, swapping the frilly pink and white outfit for her darker attire. She took one last look into the mirror in front of her, fixing her hair into a queue like her father always did. She didn't share his jet black hair, but she did manage to inherit his emerald eyes. Her body did not display feminine qualities well. Not that her occupation or mien did either. She could understand how some may mistake her for a man even more so when they heard her androgynous voice.
The nurse walked Lucianovic to the door, handing over her book and waving the unusual pair off as they exited her building. The pirate nodded her appreciation and headed toward the local shops. She wasn't much for shopping, but without her rations from the ship, she'd need to restock or in the least fill her stomach as well as Armada's. Lucianovic perused the various food stands, her squirtle doing likewise; however, she forgot one quick detail.
She was without money.
Unsure of what to do next, Lucianovic turned away from the last peddler. She had been staring at his display of fresh fish and shrimp. The man seemed to be at least a good two heads taller than she. Thick brows and even thicker side burns highlighted his appearance. He wore simple blue jeans and a striped black and white shirt. If she didn't know any better, Lucianovic would have thought him to be staring back at her.
"'Ey, matey. Don't be in such a hurry."
Maybe he was.
Lucianovic faced the peddler's direction once more. On a second inspection, she noted his stout build, muscles defined through the flimsy shirt. His hair was spiked, his head almost square shaped. She questioned him, "Excuse me?"
His voice was definitely masculine, deep and rough. "Aye, you! I saw you, matey. Eying my things. What's-a-matter? Don't you have the money to buy something? I promise my goods are dirt cheap!"
"Unfortunately, good sir, I haven't the money to pay for anything you may offer."
He chortled, standing up from his crossed legged position on the sand. "You're the funny one, aren't you, lad? Come on. Give me your best offer. I bet mine will be even lower!"
Lad? Oh, right, the voice. And the clothes. Not a lot of lasses dress like this...
"How about one short of nothing?" she questioned. If he mistook her identity, maybe he couldn't do math either.
His bright demeanor quickly altered, becoming that of an unamused person. "Come now, lad. I might be big, but I'm certainly no fool. With an answer like that, you're practically asking me to pay you."
"Well, that would be the case, sir," she retorted. Lucianovic wasn't much of a joker, but she needed to find the humor in something at the moment. Anything really.
Again, he resumed his light hearted attitude. "Heh, so you're broke then? How about this? I'll give you the first meal free. The second will come double the charge. Fair deal, laddie?"
She raised an eyebrow, not trusting this man just yet. "Surely you jest now. There must be another catch."
He flashed her a grin, already done packing her food. "Yeah, you're right. I didn't want to ask it right now, but since you're a clever one, I guess I have no choice. The meal's free regardless, but I'd like to chat with you after business hours if you wouldn't mind. Seeing how there's a storm coming in soon, I figured you weren't going to be anywhere else but on this Arceus forsaken island. Just a minute of your time for an easy meal. Not that bad of a deal, is it laddie?"
Lucianovic would have narrowed her eyes in the same way she did for her crew members, but she would have to be stupid to refuse this offer. Who knew when she'd get the money to pay off for this? Besides, he never said when to pay. She could always wait until she had earned enough to repay the debt.
"Fine. It's a deal, sir."
"Har, there's no reason to respect me as such. Call me Matt. I'll see you in five hours then, laddie. By the way, what's your name?"
She didn't hesitate in her lie, "Mark. I'll see you in the evening then, Matt." Since he assumed she was a "laddie," she might as well play along. He might be a chauvinistic slob like Ivan is. No reason to stir up trouble unnecessarily.
"Gotcha. See you then, Mark."
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Reds, oranges, purples, violets, and yellows mingled on the horizon in an impressionistic manner. The heated orb that created the colored canvas inched its way further downward, hiding its bright presence as its counterpart a dimmer, cooler orb replaced its spot in the sky. Stars waited patiently for the colors to fade before they began another round of dancing.
Lucianovic watched the sun set with Armada. Matt was right. Arceus must have forsaken this island. The town was pitifully small, nothing notable. Every other piece of land was a reflection of the last. Sand. Water all around. Volcanic terrain near the outskirts. Trees speckled sparsely throughout. She was lucky enough to find a Krabby. Armada had easily defeated the crustacean in battle. Too bad for it, but good for the both of them. They had to get a quick snack some how. Matt's generosity hadn't lasted them for long - a fish and a pound of shrimp. The pirate wished she had a pot to use for the shrimp. Seeing how she didn't, she tossed the bag to Armada, knowing he'd appreciate the delectable morsels.
As for herself, Lucianovic created a fire from some broken twigs and smooth rocks. A palm tree leaf did well for baking her fish on the sand. Though she ate fish frequently on her ship, she had never tired of its flavor. If only she were fortunate to have accrued some spices to enhance the experience. However, the fish remained delicious until the last bite. Her Squirtle shared similar sentiments, already done with his half by the time Lucianovic dug into hers.
"Stay close, Armada. Not sure what this Matt guy wants, but I'd say it's best if we were on guard just in case."
Armada nodded, licking his lips in hopes to still taste the remnants of their lunch. Lucianovic gave a half smile, patting her turtle's head. She stood up from the log she had been sitting on for the past half hour. Matt surely was finished with his sales by now. The Squirtle didn't need an order to follow. He had already knew they were off to see the burly man again.
As they walked back to the shops, they spotted Matt packing up his goods still. He sensed their presence and turned around, brows furrowed. When he recognized them, he softened his expression, greeting them with a chuckle, "'Allo there again, Mark. You caught me just in time. I was about to scour the sands for you!" He finished storing the last of his items in some large, wooden crates.
Lucianovic cut to the chase, speaking as smoothly as she could, "Good evening to you as well, Matt. Business seems to have went well for you. If you don't mind me asking so soon, what is it that you would like to speak to me about?"
She received another one of his grins. He retrieved a pokeball from his pocket, holding it horizontally in front of his body. An Azumarill appeared from the red and white sphere. Did he want a Pokemon battle at this time of the day? Seriously?
"Not here, laddie. Follow me though. We gotta load the rest of this onto the ship. Come on, Azumarill. You get those two crates, and I'll get these." Matt lifted a crate with each arm just as his Pokemon had done so too. He motioned with a swing of his head for Lucianovic to walk with them. They traveled away from the buildings and to the pier where several ships were docked. Most of them were modest merchant ships, something she was expecting Matt to have. Instead, he boarded the largest of the docked ships. It was gigantic compared to its peers. Lucianovic guessed her boat to be roughly the same size give or take some square feet. She remained at the dock, watching Matt enter the ship with the blue and white spotted aquatic mouse then return alone. Good. She wasn't in the mood to humor an unnecessary battle.
Matt still had the same grin plastered on his face. Seeing him so cheery made Lucianovic wonder what he was going to ask even more so than before. She asked again calmly, "Now that you're finished. What did you want to mention?"
The man looked at her Squirtle then back at her, saying, "I was actually curious about your Squirtle. I've been on the seas for a pretty long time, and in all my years, I've seen plenty of Squirtle. Yours seems an oddball though. Did he get some scurvy or something? I'd imagine him to be a Blastoise by now, basing it off his battle scars on that teeny shell. In the very least, a Wartorle I suppose."
Lucianovic remained composed. Why did every guy seem to think her incompetent handler? "I don't force my Pokemon to evolve if there isn't a need. Despite his appearance, Armada's more than capable of taking down nearly any competition that arises."
Matt laughed at this reply. "Laddie, like I said, I may look the fool, but I'm not." His voice took a more serious tone now. "I actually wanted to propose an offer you may like a lot, Lucianovic."
A small spark jolted through her body with an electrifying shock, sending every one of her nerves on edge. She still held her collected posture, "I'm afraid you've confused me with someone else. If you recall, my name is Mark."
He stated dryly, "Right. Markelle Lucianovic."
She stepped back involuntarily; Armada took a step forward on reaction. Markelle said nothing to Matt, her eyes narrowed to deadly slits. The man crossed his arms, looking down upon them both.
"Now, now, lassie, don't be so quiet. I thought you had a sense of humor."
"What do you want?" she replied curtly. Markelle crept slowly toward the entrance of the dock; however, Matt wouldn't play a stalling war. He took larger steps to place his massive body in the way, arms still folded across his chest. A plank creaked behind Markelle and Armada; she glanced behind her to see the Azumarill standing in a similar position its owner held.
"To find Kyogre," Matt said without emotion. His face held no expression other than a mixture of solemnity and possibly apathy.
Markelle flicked her wrist in a way to command Armada to watch the aquatic mouse behind them. She wasn't about to be taken advantage of with this simple ploy. The man noticed this and ordered his Azumarill to stand down. Regardless of this supposedly defenseless maneuver, Markelle kept Armada on guard.
"And what makes you think I am this person? Or that this person would even want to help you?"
"Word travels fast, Miss Lucianovic. Did you think with a name like yours, you'd go unnoticed for long? Besides, I recognize Captain Lucianovic's coat easily. Your father had quite the legacy before he passed away. Seyer definitely hindered our search for the legendary titan. She hasn't been spotted in years though. Consequently, we've been progressing rapidly in our project. As for why, well, what do you have to lose? You've already been kicked off your ship. Oh, is that still a fresh wound? I forgot it happened just yesterday night."
"How-"
"-would I know this? As I said, word travels fast, especially among our ranks. Well, what do you say? You'll still be continuing your search for Kyogre just as before. You'll just have a new crew. We have plenty of obedient minions, ones who would never dare to try a mutiny against their captain - man or woman."
Markelle now crossed her arms, returning his smug attitude, "Certainly you don't think I buy that to be everything. You're still hiding the strings. Show me them."
"Sharp lass. I wouldn't expect less from Lucianovic's daughter. Very well, you'll have to pledge allegiance to our cause. We formed to create a better world, one with plenty of life giving water. For details, there's no need unless you accept. Those will all be debriefed to you once you join us."
Armada gave her a worried look, still monitoring the aquatic mouse in front of him. Markelle looked down at her Squirtle, then to the Azumarill, and finally back at Matt. Contemplating the proposal, she remained silent for a few minutes before she stuck out her hand, firmly grabbing his own. "I accept, Matt, but I have a few demands of my own."
"Anything, Miss Lucianovic. As long as you remain loyal to us and follow the grand scheme. Shall we discuss the details with the rest of the administrators?" He ushered her toward the ship he had come from. She smiled and walked toward the ship's deck.
"Welcome to Team Aqua, Miss Lucianovic."
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Anyway, as the description implies, this "story" is more or less the RP of my "trainer." I'd tell you more, but then it'd ruin the fun of reading. I hope it's not too difficult to follow as I wrote these in between other participants' responses. Feel free to ask questions if something's unclear. Thanks for reading!
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Waves from the ocean gently glided across the clear shore, ebbing into the larger mass of water in a soft rhythm. The crescent moon blessed the waves with its radiance, reflections of the scattered stars dancing slowly atop each arc and trough. Aside from the waves' murmurs, silence engulfed the shoreline. Wild wingull and pelipper had long gone to sleep, leaving their noisy squawks for the new day.
However, this tranquility was all but present for one.
A young woman emerged from the waves, completely drenched to the bone. She coughed several times, attempting to remove the saltwater from her system. Hoisting herself to her feet, she stood slightly hunched over, still coughing out the unwelcome fluids. Once she regained her breath, she cast her gaze behind her shoulder, eyes laying upon a second body in the water. The foot tall entity shook the water from its body before taking its steps on the land. The shell on its back glistened from the stubborn drops that still remained. Its brown eyes shined dimly back at the woman, a solemn look on its cerulean face.
With a nod and a commanding pair of curling fingers, the woman ordered the reptile to follow her. She was unfamiliar with the territory, but she refused to stay the night outdoors with the breezes chilling her soaked clothing. Her companion obeyed, trailing on all fours behind the woman. It never questioned the woman, only knowing that once an order was issued it was to be followed immediately unless specified otherwise. Consequences could range from anything on a whim after all.
The woman's slate overcoat started to weigh her down as well as causing a freezing sensation on her torso. She stripped it from her body, slinging it over her shoulder instead. She held the article of clothing too dear to ditch. Some stray tresses of hair veiled her eyes, proving to be quite the nuisance. She took a moment to wrap the strands behind her ears, sighing. The small reptile tilted its head at her, holding out its arms as an offer to carry her coat. She smiled at her shelled friend, petting its head while shaking hers.
In the distance, she had noticed some bright lights - indicative of civilization. She pointed in this direction, watching the tiny turtle's eyes follow the imaginary path. It nodded in confirmation of its understanding. Together, the continued their way to the lights, hoping to find amicable persons who would be willing to take them in for the night.
Upon reaching their destination, the woman put her coat back on, fearing her cold body would be revealing too much in the upper region. It was a fairly uninhabited island she suspected, but she wouldn't take any chances. Several houses dotted the land with a couple of shops to keep the villagers sustained. Among the modest buildings stood a larger one, donning a red roof as opposed to blue the others had. She easily recognized it as the Pokecenter, well informed of its charitable nature toward travelers. How fortunate.
She spoke softly to her companion, not wishing to wake any of the residents of the tiny town. "That look like an okay spot, Armada?"
The corners of the turtle's beak curled in small fascination; he soon responded in the affirmative, "Squaye."
The woman returned her Squirtle's smile, always liking how he tried to mimic pirate talk with his small voicebox. She'd have to keep such an identity under wraps for the time being though. She signaled once more for Armada to follow her into the red roofed building.
Her boots created an awkward squishing noise with every step she took on the polished, yellow tiles. Aside from the awful feeling in her soles and the noise, it was the least of her concerns. She walked to the nurse at the counter who gave her a genuinely concerned yet puzzled look. The redhead nurse took one look at the woman before her, noticing her unusual attire. Short charcoal shirt and matching pants, black boots, and a dark overcoat, lined with gold trimmings and royal blue insides.
"Excuse me..."
My, she even had an androgynous voice.
The nurse mentally kicked herself for being rude, replying quickly, "Um...yes, welcome to the Dewford Pokemon Center. How may I help you this evening, ma'am?"
With a straight face, the woman replied calmly, "I fell off my boat in the middle of the night. Must've been bad luck with my sleep walking - I'm a pretty heavy sleeper. Anyway, I was wondering if you'd be so kind to let me stay the night here until I get my bearings together."
Geeze, she had to be a Snorlax to sleep through falling off a boat!
"Well, it's really a center meant for Pokemon, but there are some couches in the lounge you can use." The nurse hesitated for a minute, remembering the soaked trainer would probably ruin the couches if she were to go there in her current condition. "Er...would you like to wash off the saltwater? I know that can be an unpleasant feeling if left alone for too long," she offered, hoping it didn't come as insincere.
"Yes, if I may. I'd greatly appreciate it." The woman looked toward her calves then back at the nurse, "Also, my pokemon had been trying to keep me afloat while I was sleeping. Could you tend to him? I imagine he's pretty exhausted from the ordeal."
The nurse held a quizzical look, finding the story a bit far fetched to be taken seriously, but protocol demanded to never question the integrity of a patient and its owner. "Yes, ma'am. But I need you to fill out some forms first. Just right here," she pointed to a clipboard on the desk in front of her and provided a pen, "I'll need his name, yours, the date, and a signature as an acceptance of the terms of service. Please include any other physical ailments he may have had previously."
Taking the pen into her hand, the woman quickly wrote the information down for the nurse. The redhead repeated it just to make sure.
"So the little guy's name is Armada. And you're Lucianovic. Well, I'll get him patched up in a jiffy. The showers are located on the left, down the hall. You can't miss it. I'll put some spare clothes on the bench inside for you. Please make yourself comfortable. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
"Thank you, nurse. Armada, you do as she says. I'll be back shortly."
And with that, Lucianovic headed toward the showering room.
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"Captain!"
"Sir!"
"Orders, Captain?"
"Sir, the water's clear! Nothing unusual in sight. Resuming post!"
Multitudes of voices, all centered on him. He was the owner of the vessel these men found themselves sailing. The one who took these vagabonds seafaring. The one who would decide the course of their pathetic lives.
Lucianovic.
Emerald eyes, jet black hair held in a queue. Brass buttons clung to midnight overcoat. Cutlass at his side, held securely in its scabbard. None of the men had ever seen the blade because those who did were not around to describe its brilliance - its omnipotence in battle.
He walked over to the ship's rails, leaning against them as he looked into the endless horizon of water before him. Azure hues all above, murky depths lurking beneath. His eyes didn't waver, severing the divide between the water's trick.
His voice was smooth and deep, a mirroring of his saber's movement into flesh. "Seyer."
At the side of the ship he stood on, the water bubbled. A monstrous blue dome rose from the water, ruby gems sparkling against the sun's rays. Slowly, two narrow eyes bobbed atop the surface, staring directly at the Captain. Lucianovic maintained his blank face, showing no signs of emotion. He called once more to the Tentacruel below him.
"Seyer, was the ship finished?"
The behemoth jellyfish nodded in confirmation. Lucianovic's crew knew the beast to be one of the most feared creatures that resided in the water. It was five times the regular size of a Tentacruel; an abnormality none of them could comprehend, but they didn't question the oddity as this Pokemon worked for them, keeping them safe from other hostile sailors. The captain would call upon this beast for one sole purpose.
The complete destruction of an enemy vessel.
With over eighty tentacles, Seyer was a monster to be reckoned with already. Her over sized body only added to her advantage. How such a powerful Pokemon came under the control of a simple human defied reason. Yet Seyer was obedient and efficient. People didn't think twice when she swam toward their ships. Either jump over board or face an uncomfortable splash involuntarily. Your choice.
"Good." Lucianovic turned his face to the right, noticing a smaller presence. The Tentacruel's orbs flashed once then immediately dimmed as her trainer shot her a severe look. He focused his attention to the little one beside him, speaking gently, "Dear, you mustn't come every time she returns. You're only spoiling her."
He was greeted with a retort of the smaller one, "You NEVER spoil her. She's going to get tired of listening to you all the time if you don't at least show her how happy she makes you."
Lucianovic grumbled under his breath then sighed, shaking his head and motioning his permission for the child to pass. "Fine, just one though. No more."
"I was only going to give her two."
"One, dear."
"All right, all right. Seyer, here!" The child exclaimed, tossing a Remoraid over the rails. The fish splashed ungracefully into the water and attempted to flee as quickly as it could; however, one of Seyer's shortened tentacles elongated on reflex and paralyzed the fish. She looked up at Lucianovic for an okay and received a slow nod, pointing downward. Seyer recognized the command as one to eat the fish out of sight. Lucianovic really didn't care if the jellyfish wanted to eat on the surface, but he figured it was for the protection of his daughter. She needn't be exposed to such brutality so soon for a ten year old. He knew his daughter probably thought Seyer was "playing" with the fish as a "friend' rather than eating it unceremoniously beneath. Whatever. It was out of the way now.
"Markelle...You really need to stay in the cabin while we're sailing. It's for your safety. What would I do if you fell over?"
"You could easily get Seyer to help out!"
He smirked. She was indeed a quick witted one, but maybe too naive for her own good. Tousling the girl's hair, he ushered her back into the room, giving her a pokeball. "Here, play with this. I just got him, but I figured you'd like to give him a name for me."
The girl's eyes lit up immediately, her interest piqued to a new level. Taking the pokeball from her father, she opened it a second later. A red beam crackled in the air, moving erratically until it reached the floor. Once there, the beam took the silhouette of a small animal. Then the beam disappeared, leaving behind a tiny turtle in its wake. It looked at the two people before him and questioned.
"Squir...?"
Lucianovic had known his daughter liked Squirtle as her favorite pokemon. Well, at least he deduced such a conclusion from the millions of Squirtle sketches he had seen on loose paper. As he suspected, his daughter was amazed with the reptile before her and instantly began petting it and inspecting its shell, tail, hands and feet. The captain smiled, pleased his daughter was enjoying herself.
"Dear, I decided to let you keep him."
"Like you have Seyer, father?"
A dark thought crossed his mind as he chuckled, hiding the nervousness from his voice. "Yeah...something like that anyway, dear. What'd you decide to name him?"
The girl was petting the Squirtle's head, taking a minute more to think. "I think Armada's a good name for him! Just like in that book I saw on your desk!"
"But, Dear, you do know..." He paused, deciding it didn't matter to his daughter anyway. Why would she care that the Armada was easily torn to shreds by a smaller fleet? "...Armada is a good name. I thought you might name him something easier to call."
"Nope! Armada sounds good for him. Aye, matey?" The girl laughed, hugging her Squirtle.
The cerulean turtle smiled and mimicked his trainer's words, "Squaye, squaye!"
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A knock came from the outside. Two to be precise.
A woman sat on a chair inside the room. She finished her last sentence, dotting it with a period, then turned to the door and granted permission for entrance. She was greeted rather cautiously by her most esteemed sailor. "Madame Markelle..."
Markelle was already annoyed. It was late in the night; what man in his right mind would dare disturb her? Her lamp light glowed faintly, providing little visibility in the dark room. She lifted her head from the paper she stole a quick glance at again, responding with a cool voice, "What is it? I'm rather occupied at the moment as you see."
The man lowered his head, "Aye, Madame, but the crew wishes to talk to you."
She grimaced, running some fingers through her brunette hair. "A word with me? Tell them to wait till I finish." Markelle returned to her book, about to set the pen on the parchment once more before she was interrupted.
"Madame, I think you may want to reconsider."
Odd. Nobody has ever questioned her command before. She put down the writing utensil for the final time and met his stare. Putting her weight against the back of the chair, she reclined and asked him, "Hm? What's so important that I need to be seen at once?"
Again, he looked toward the floor, replying meekly, "I'm sorry, Madame. I don't know either. They've only asked me to request your presence."
Markelle rose from her seat at the mahogany desk, closing the book she had been writing in earlier. She looked at her first mate, arching a brow in confusion. It was the first time she had seen him so timid and unsure since she had taken the reigns from her father. Waving the concern from her conscience, she motioned him toward the door, "Shall we go then?"
"Yes, Madame," he replied. He watched as she stuffed the book into her breast pocket and leaned over the desk. She blew out the lamp's tiny flame, enshrouding her quarters in darkness once more. He had already left her room by that time, as was the respectful action to do when in the presence of a lady. Fixing her hair into a ponytail, Markelle followed his lead and headed outside, closing the door behind them.
The sky was lit with an array of stars; waves were calm below the ship; not a single malicious cloud for miles. Yet the innocence of the environment belied the scene on deck. Her entire crew was present, standing in a horse shoe formation around her cabin door. Some stood with arms crossed, others had hands in their pockets, and the remaining few were nothing notable; however, their formation created a hostile ambiance.
Her father didn't tolerate disrespect. She wouldn't either.
"What can I do for you gentlemen this fine evening? I'd imagine you all would find tonight to be a rather perfect night for resting or even drinking away the ale kegs," she started smoothly. Her crew knew her to uphold the same solemn face her father did when it came to official matters, but they had known her as a child. Consequently, they saw through the pleasantries.
"Markelle, we wanted to have a word with you."
She narrowed her eyes. A demonstration of disapproval. Markelle was quick to recognize what was happening before her, but she wasn't about to break into conclusions just yet. Despite the lack of respect her lackey displayed by addressing her as such, she continued with a slight smile, "So I've heard, good sir. And I ask again, what is it that you want?"
"They want to find Kyogre, Madame," her first mate answered. None of the men argued with his statement but the first who spoke.
"Aye, we do, but without you, Markelle. You've been a sore eye to the real pirates of this sea. Your father would be greatly let down by your performance." The man spoke for everyone albeit the silence was strong. Those who held their tongues still feared not only her father's wrath but also his infamous behemoth, Seyer.
"Ivan, you will do well to address me as your Captain accordingly. I am accustomed to Madame as well, but Captain shall suffice. Your current attitude is begging for the blade," Markelle spoke dryly.
"I'll have to disagree there, Markelle. You have no power like Captain Lucianovic did. You're a disgrace to the true sea dogs. Why, you still have a Squirtle after ten years! Disgusting, little whelp too!"
Markelle held back the sneer from her emotionless face. It was true. Armada was still a simple Squirtle despite the time that had passed since her father first gave him to her. She had wished Seyer was still around to provide support or more importantly instill the persuasion of fear. Armada was experienced but much too small to deal with the larger of the crew mates' Pokemon. Regardless of the situation, she proceeded cautiously.
"A Pokemon is no measure of his trainer's expertise. I thought you'd know that best, Ivan. I have a feeling there's something else you're not telling me."
Ivan scowled. "Everything, Markelle! You're a woman! No woman could ever lead men effectively! Captain Lucianovic only kept you around because he promised a lass at home! You could never be what a son would have been! It's already been a year, and we've seen no signs of Kyogre under your command. I had already begun thinking we were wasting our time with you after the first few weeks. I see I was right!"
Markelle ignored Ivan's cacophonic voice, looking directly into the eyes of the rest of her men. "Is this true? Do the rest of you feel likewise?"
Half of the men held expressions of confirmation, the others still afraid of stirring up bad spirits. Ivan stepped from the lines of the men, withdrawing a pokeball. He tossed it in front of him, releasing his Poliwrath. "If these dogs won't bark, I will. Your leadership has led us no where. We've created a force to remove your power. If you back down, I'll take control and find Kyogre. If not, well, I can't say what may happen."
The woman said nothing, relying only on her hard glance to cut back the encroaching danger. The effect lasted for a brief while, momentarily paralyzing most of the men on board. After minutes of silence and darting eyes, Markelle spoke flatly, "Very well. Don't say I was too rough with you, Ivan. I assure you this will be quick."
With those words, the female captain released Armada. She knew the tiny turtle couldn't overpower the humanoid frog with a target plastered on its chest, but Armada definitely held surprises in that small shell. Armada looked at Markelle and nodded, fully understanding a battle was about to ensue.
Ivan issued his command with haste, wasting no time to crush the small thing in front of him. "Poliwrath, pound that skull into that stupid shell! Make his head spin!"
The gloved frog did just as his trainer ordered, his hand transforming into the posture of a karate chop as he performed a Brick Break on the cerulean turtle. The base of the hand connected only with air while Armada nimbly dodged the attack. The turtle would not attack unless given specific instructions.
The malcontent sailor cursed and ordered his Poliwrath to try a second time. Markelle smirked, speaking quickly, "Armada, Protect!"
Armada obeyed and withdrew his ligaments and head into the brown shell, effectively concealing all weak spots. Poliwrath's hand landed directly atop the hardened surface. He recoiled in slight pain but immediately shook off the throbbing. His trainer yelled for him again.
"Screw the slow suffering. Blow him off deck with Hydro Pump!"
Poliwrath croaked his name then charged forward on the shielded turtle. Leaping into the air, he spread his arms widely in an attempt to cage the Squirtle upon his descent. His black and white target glowed once - a strong stream of water gushing through as it raced toward the object below. Armada sensed the attack but remained in his shell, waiting for an order. Twelve years of discipline taught him better than to act upon impulse.
Markelle gave another one of her devious smiles; she knew this battle was over. "Indeed. End it with a Mirror Coat, Armada!"
Armada knit his brows, concentrating his strength into his back as he braced for the impact. The brief glow on Poliwrath paled in comparison to the Squirtle's shining shell. The once brown protective plates assumed the appearance of individual mirrors. Objects from all over the ship had their reflections cast upon the shell. Even the jutting water from Poliwrath's swirl. As the stream came into contact with Armada's shell, it was reflected twice as powerfully upward in Poliwrath's direction. The water splashed mercilessly on the frog, propelling him high into the air and across the safety of the ship's rails. His limp body fell harshly into the ocean like a missed cannon ball. Ivan snarled then went to the rail to recall his Pokemon.
The female captain looked toward her crew members once again, daring them to challenge her authority. None of them did. As she took her eyes off the men, she rested them upon Armada who was still in his shell. "Armada, return." The Squirtle revealed himself again and walked toward Markelle, standing proudly at her calves. She pat his head thrice, rewarding him for a job well done.
However, their victory was short lived. Though the crew members wavered between sides, Ivan did not. He wouldn't take orders from some slip of a girl he had watched grow up into a poor pirate. He returned to the center of the deck, meeting Markelle's deathly stare.
"Are you done with your childishness, or shall I remind you of your place again?"
"Sorry, Captain..."
She relaxed her posture just a bit. About to accept the apology...
"...for killing this girl! Now, Poliwrath!"
Behind her, Poliwrath emerged from the waters, leaping atop the desk and firmly grabbing Markelle by the torso. The gloved frog then back flipped into the water, dragging the captain with him. Armada gave chase, diving in as quickly as the muscled frog had.
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Lucianovic growled to herself, trying to shut this night's events from her memory. The shower had worked to ease her weary muscles and warm her bones but nothing more than the usual cleansing. She hoped her reptillian companion was faring well.
She had been powerless under the water, struggling for air. Luckily for her, Armada swam swiftly in his home territory, but the advantage wasn't entirely his. Poliwrath was much more in tune with the currents than the turtle had been, but his slowness couldn't match the Squirtle's velocity. With some quick jabs to the side and a final downward spike with his tail, Armada pried Poliwrath's grasp on Markelle, freeing her to swim toward the surface. The gloved frog fled from his defeat, returning to the ship which had traveled quite some distance during the brawl.
Armada swam beneath Markelle, pushing her body upward with his own in an attempt to get her some air sooner. They were successful, but the woman had already taken in a large helping of water, choking. She was much too weakened to swim a far distance, so she held onto Armada for support as his tiny body propelled them to a shore they had past some hours ago. It would take a while, but at least it was a definite destination as opposed to traveling unguided.
Again, Lucianovic made a guttural noise in her throat, extremely displeased with tonight. A mutiny. One she thought she had quelled. How frustratingly embarrassing!
The woman saw the spare clothing the nurse had left for her on the bench. She was very reluctant to wear it as it was a nurse outfit, but it was something dry. It would probably be more embarrassing than the mutiny incident actually... But it WAS dry, she couldn't complain...at least for now.
In the nurse outfit, she returned to the waiting room to do just that. Wait.
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The morning came sooner than expected. Lucianovic had remained in the waiting room for hours. Getting up only to put an eye patch over her left eye, using gauze and some medical tape located behind the counter. She didn't notice how much that area had hurt till half an hour after the fact. Might've been the skirmish on board... That plunge into the water wasn't exactly smooth either. Whatever its origin, the pain seemed amplified by the strong lights that kept the Pokecenter so brightly lit; however, the patch reduced some of the intensity. She could bear with this pain.
Lucianovic was never one to worry, but this wait for Armada was making her rethink the possible consequences created from swimming straight for the shore. It had to be done, but maybe she should have told Armada to take it easy, keep some of his strength reserved. Well, it was over already. She couldn't dwell on it any more if she wanted to move on. The woman wasn't sure when her squirtle would be returned though. For the time being, she decided to take a short nap.
She wasn't sure what time it was, but she had felt something nudging her shoulder. Opening her right eye, she looked about, finding the nurse in front of her. The redhead said something Lucianovic didn't quite comprehend, motioning toward the ground. Armada stood there, a smile carved in his little beak. The woman sat up, and cleared her mind to focus better.
"Are you all right? You were passed out for maybe half the day now. I hope you didn't mind, but I had your clothes washed and dried. There was a book inside one of the pockets, so I put that behind the counter for safe keeping. If you want, you can change in the restroom again. Your Squirtle is fine. No worries. Goodness, what happened to your eye? Maybe you should get it checked..."
Ah, geeze, the nurse might as well run a steamroller over the pirate. Her mouth was spouting out words at hundreds of miles per second it seemed. Lucianovic shook her head, putting her hand in front of her in a sign of her well being.
"I'm fine... I'll get changed so you can have this back. No, really, I'm okay. Thank you for everything, nurse."
Before the nurse could flatten her with a mountain of words, Lucianovic retreated briskly to the washroom, swapping the frilly pink and white outfit for her darker attire. She took one last look into the mirror in front of her, fixing her hair into a queue like her father always did. She didn't share his jet black hair, but she did manage to inherit his emerald eyes. Her body did not display feminine qualities well. Not that her occupation or mien did either. She could understand how some may mistake her for a man even more so when they heard her androgynous voice.
The nurse walked Lucianovic to the door, handing over her book and waving the unusual pair off as they exited her building. The pirate nodded her appreciation and headed toward the local shops. She wasn't much for shopping, but without her rations from the ship, she'd need to restock or in the least fill her stomach as well as Armada's. Lucianovic perused the various food stands, her squirtle doing likewise; however, she forgot one quick detail.
She was without money.
Unsure of what to do next, Lucianovic turned away from the last peddler. She had been staring at his display of fresh fish and shrimp. The man seemed to be at least a good two heads taller than she. Thick brows and even thicker side burns highlighted his appearance. He wore simple blue jeans and a striped black and white shirt. If she didn't know any better, Lucianovic would have thought him to be staring back at her.
"'Ey, matey. Don't be in such a hurry."
Maybe he was.
Lucianovic faced the peddler's direction once more. On a second inspection, she noted his stout build, muscles defined through the flimsy shirt. His hair was spiked, his head almost square shaped. She questioned him, "Excuse me?"
His voice was definitely masculine, deep and rough. "Aye, you! I saw you, matey. Eying my things. What's-a-matter? Don't you have the money to buy something? I promise my goods are dirt cheap!"
"Unfortunately, good sir, I haven't the money to pay for anything you may offer."
He chortled, standing up from his crossed legged position on the sand. "You're the funny one, aren't you, lad? Come on. Give me your best offer. I bet mine will be even lower!"
Lad? Oh, right, the voice. And the clothes. Not a lot of lasses dress like this...
"How about one short of nothing?" she questioned. If he mistook her identity, maybe he couldn't do math either.
His bright demeanor quickly altered, becoming that of an unamused person. "Come now, lad. I might be big, but I'm certainly no fool. With an answer like that, you're practically asking me to pay you."
"Well, that would be the case, sir," she retorted. Lucianovic wasn't much of a joker, but she needed to find the humor in something at the moment. Anything really.
Again, he resumed his light hearted attitude. "Heh, so you're broke then? How about this? I'll give you the first meal free. The second will come double the charge. Fair deal, laddie?"
She raised an eyebrow, not trusting this man just yet. "Surely you jest now. There must be another catch."
He flashed her a grin, already done packing her food. "Yeah, you're right. I didn't want to ask it right now, but since you're a clever one, I guess I have no choice. The meal's free regardless, but I'd like to chat with you after business hours if you wouldn't mind. Seeing how there's a storm coming in soon, I figured you weren't going to be anywhere else but on this Arceus forsaken island. Just a minute of your time for an easy meal. Not that bad of a deal, is it laddie?"
Lucianovic would have narrowed her eyes in the same way she did for her crew members, but she would have to be stupid to refuse this offer. Who knew when she'd get the money to pay off for this? Besides, he never said when to pay. She could always wait until she had earned enough to repay the debt.
"Fine. It's a deal, sir."
"Har, there's no reason to respect me as such. Call me Matt. I'll see you in five hours then, laddie. By the way, what's your name?"
She didn't hesitate in her lie, "Mark. I'll see you in the evening then, Matt." Since he assumed she was a "laddie," she might as well play along. He might be a chauvinistic slob like Ivan is. No reason to stir up trouble unnecessarily.
"Gotcha. See you then, Mark."
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Reds, oranges, purples, violets, and yellows mingled on the horizon in an impressionistic manner. The heated orb that created the colored canvas inched its way further downward, hiding its bright presence as its counterpart a dimmer, cooler orb replaced its spot in the sky. Stars waited patiently for the colors to fade before they began another round of dancing.
Lucianovic watched the sun set with Armada. Matt was right. Arceus must have forsaken this island. The town was pitifully small, nothing notable. Every other piece of land was a reflection of the last. Sand. Water all around. Volcanic terrain near the outskirts. Trees speckled sparsely throughout. She was lucky enough to find a Krabby. Armada had easily defeated the crustacean in battle. Too bad for it, but good for the both of them. They had to get a quick snack some how. Matt's generosity hadn't lasted them for long - a fish and a pound of shrimp. The pirate wished she had a pot to use for the shrimp. Seeing how she didn't, she tossed the bag to Armada, knowing he'd appreciate the delectable morsels.
As for herself, Lucianovic created a fire from some broken twigs and smooth rocks. A palm tree leaf did well for baking her fish on the sand. Though she ate fish frequently on her ship, she had never tired of its flavor. If only she were fortunate to have accrued some spices to enhance the experience. However, the fish remained delicious until the last bite. Her Squirtle shared similar sentiments, already done with his half by the time Lucianovic dug into hers.
"Stay close, Armada. Not sure what this Matt guy wants, but I'd say it's best if we were on guard just in case."
Armada nodded, licking his lips in hopes to still taste the remnants of their lunch. Lucianovic gave a half smile, patting her turtle's head. She stood up from the log she had been sitting on for the past half hour. Matt surely was finished with his sales by now. The Squirtle didn't need an order to follow. He had already knew they were off to see the burly man again.
As they walked back to the shops, they spotted Matt packing up his goods still. He sensed their presence and turned around, brows furrowed. When he recognized them, he softened his expression, greeting them with a chuckle, "'Allo there again, Mark. You caught me just in time. I was about to scour the sands for you!" He finished storing the last of his items in some large, wooden crates.
Lucianovic cut to the chase, speaking as smoothly as she could, "Good evening to you as well, Matt. Business seems to have went well for you. If you don't mind me asking so soon, what is it that you would like to speak to me about?"
She received another one of his grins. He retrieved a pokeball from his pocket, holding it horizontally in front of his body. An Azumarill appeared from the red and white sphere. Did he want a Pokemon battle at this time of the day? Seriously?
"Not here, laddie. Follow me though. We gotta load the rest of this onto the ship. Come on, Azumarill. You get those two crates, and I'll get these." Matt lifted a crate with each arm just as his Pokemon had done so too. He motioned with a swing of his head for Lucianovic to walk with them. They traveled away from the buildings and to the pier where several ships were docked. Most of them were modest merchant ships, something she was expecting Matt to have. Instead, he boarded the largest of the docked ships. It was gigantic compared to its peers. Lucianovic guessed her boat to be roughly the same size give or take some square feet. She remained at the dock, watching Matt enter the ship with the blue and white spotted aquatic mouse then return alone. Good. She wasn't in the mood to humor an unnecessary battle.
Matt still had the same grin plastered on his face. Seeing him so cheery made Lucianovic wonder what he was going to ask even more so than before. She asked again calmly, "Now that you're finished. What did you want to mention?"
The man looked at her Squirtle then back at her, saying, "I was actually curious about your Squirtle. I've been on the seas for a pretty long time, and in all my years, I've seen plenty of Squirtle. Yours seems an oddball though. Did he get some scurvy or something? I'd imagine him to be a Blastoise by now, basing it off his battle scars on that teeny shell. In the very least, a Wartorle I suppose."
Lucianovic remained composed. Why did every guy seem to think her incompetent handler? "I don't force my Pokemon to evolve if there isn't a need. Despite his appearance, Armada's more than capable of taking down nearly any competition that arises."
Matt laughed at this reply. "Laddie, like I said, I may look the fool, but I'm not." His voice took a more serious tone now. "I actually wanted to propose an offer you may like a lot, Lucianovic."
A small spark jolted through her body with an electrifying shock, sending every one of her nerves on edge. She still held her collected posture, "I'm afraid you've confused me with someone else. If you recall, my name is Mark."
He stated dryly, "Right. Markelle Lucianovic."
She stepped back involuntarily; Armada took a step forward on reaction. Markelle said nothing to Matt, her eyes narrowed to deadly slits. The man crossed his arms, looking down upon them both.
"Now, now, lassie, don't be so quiet. I thought you had a sense of humor."
"What do you want?" she replied curtly. Markelle crept slowly toward the entrance of the dock; however, Matt wouldn't play a stalling war. He took larger steps to place his massive body in the way, arms still folded across his chest. A plank creaked behind Markelle and Armada; she glanced behind her to see the Azumarill standing in a similar position its owner held.
"To find Kyogre," Matt said without emotion. His face held no expression other than a mixture of solemnity and possibly apathy.
Markelle flicked her wrist in a way to command Armada to watch the aquatic mouse behind them. She wasn't about to be taken advantage of with this simple ploy. The man noticed this and ordered his Azumarill to stand down. Regardless of this supposedly defenseless maneuver, Markelle kept Armada on guard.
"And what makes you think I am this person? Or that this person would even want to help you?"
"Word travels fast, Miss Lucianovic. Did you think with a name like yours, you'd go unnoticed for long? Besides, I recognize Captain Lucianovic's coat easily. Your father had quite the legacy before he passed away. Seyer definitely hindered our search for the legendary titan. She hasn't been spotted in years though. Consequently, we've been progressing rapidly in our project. As for why, well, what do you have to lose? You've already been kicked off your ship. Oh, is that still a fresh wound? I forgot it happened just yesterday night."
"How-"
"-would I know this? As I said, word travels fast, especially among our ranks. Well, what do you say? You'll still be continuing your search for Kyogre just as before. You'll just have a new crew. We have plenty of obedient minions, ones who would never dare to try a mutiny against their captain - man or woman."
Markelle now crossed her arms, returning his smug attitude, "Certainly you don't think I buy that to be everything. You're still hiding the strings. Show me them."
"Sharp lass. I wouldn't expect less from Lucianovic's daughter. Very well, you'll have to pledge allegiance to our cause. We formed to create a better world, one with plenty of life giving water. For details, there's no need unless you accept. Those will all be debriefed to you once you join us."
Armada gave her a worried look, still monitoring the aquatic mouse in front of him. Markelle looked down at her Squirtle, then to the Azumarill, and finally back at Matt. Contemplating the proposal, she remained silent for a few minutes before she stuck out her hand, firmly grabbing his own. "I accept, Matt, but I have a few demands of my own."
"Anything, Miss Lucianovic. As long as you remain loyal to us and follow the grand scheme. Shall we discuss the details with the rest of the administrators?" He ushered her toward the ship he had come from. She smiled and walked toward the ship's deck.
"Welcome to Team Aqua, Miss Lucianovic."
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