The PORT Team

The Whiscash blushes, a strange sight as the rising red blood cells clash with the deep blue of his skin to make a flush of purple briefly appear on his face before fading away.
“It was nothing Doll."
If he were a human he would have shuffled his feet nervously, as it was his heart shaped tail stirred the water beneath him in a way that had nothing to do with propulsion.
His whiskers sinking back below the strangely tasty red tinted water the Water/ground Type surreptitiously takes a look around the cavern.
Crocodude was there too, no surprise, and a cute little Dewgong curled up in the corner.
Pride of the place is the small pile of corpses, two large bits of crab meat and two smaller plucked bird chicks.
Bass feels a bit nervous, apart from the seaweed for the hot Swanna (a trick the Feraligatr seems to have stolen off him, not cool dude) he hasn't bought anything else to the party.

As Garland continued to flirt with the fish, Nerissa expressed her confusion. "Jaws..." she began softly, "What is going on?" He turned to her, spotting the slight anxiety in her form and gave her a warm, reassurring smile. This guy was nothing to be afraid of.

However, he was unsure of the fish's hearing capabilities, and, not wanting to spoil the fun, he shook his head slightly before whispering back, "...It's kind of a long story. Met him out while hunting. He's got a thing for Garland." He hoped that was enough of an explanation to slake her curiosity, but a nagging feeling made him think otherwise.

Jaws looked about their cavern, seeing that the previously infuriating gyarados had settled for napping at the bottom, while Garland had already expertly plucked two birds. He brought his food closer, snapping a leg in half and pulling out the meat, he handed some to Nerissa. "...Ever had crab before?" It was an innocent enough question, but he wasn't sure how sturdy her stomach was.

“It was nothing Doll."

Smirking, Garland turned his head away in mock shyness, the charade only completed had he the ability to blush on cue. Fortunately, his current persona was more than convincing enough. Hell, if the fish had thought him female for this long, it was particularly unlikely that he would ever be persuaded of his true gender. The Swanna wasn’t overly fussed – he was simply enjoying the rather cruel game. Whilst he was proud to consider himself bisexual, he was sure the moment Bass realized, this poor flirting would be lost in an instance.
“Well, let me introduce you to the group,” He moved on, seemingly recovered from his bout of false timidity. Lightly brushing past his admirer, Garland nodded to the gator and Dewgong couple. ”You already know Jaws and that stunning creature next to him is Miss Nerissa,” Winking at the duo, mischievous grin stretched across his bloodstained face, Garland caught glimpse of the mammoth water-serpent slipping beneath the water. “And that was Maelstrom. Nice guy,”

The Whiskers pokemon looks from the Feraligatr to the Dewgong in a way he probably thinks is being very sly and bends one of his whiskers into the shape of a heart as means of inquiry.
He winks at Jaws as he draws in the bloody red water through his gills.
As he had said before he was an extreme omnivour, anything that he could fit into his cavernous mouth he would attempt to eat and he was rather looking forward to trying some of the meat still so temptingly on display.
And, letting himself drop into the faint daze of one that knows his crush is available, that Swanna was still so damn fine. Even in the bloodied water she was one of the most perfect things he had ever seen.
That graceful lilt of the curved elegant neck, the gleam of the long bright beak, the way he felt her pass close by his side through the water...
Bass tries not to blush again.
Not only was the Water/Flying Type so elegant and sweet but she also seemed the kind of gal who knew her own mind and she was so totally into him.
"Hey, M' name's Bass." He says cheerfully, taking the offered whisker and shaking it with one of his own in his usual method of greeting. "Haven't seen many of your kind around, no offence." He tells the Gyarados.

This guy was completely hopeless.

Jaws sat, completely content for the first time in a long time, as he pulled meat from the Kingler's legs. Expert claws cracked and pulled the meat intact from their shells, going through the meal quickly. Garland introduced his boyfriend to the rest of the group, the feraligatr raising a hand when his name was called. At the weird heart of Bass' antennae, Jaws could only frown in confusion. ...Was he coming onto him, too?

The matter was lost quickly, though, as the odd gyarados poked his head up from the depths. Ah, well. He had crab to devour. He remained quiet as Bass started up a conversation with Maelstrom, and Jaws was completely content to stay out of it and keep eating. He glanced to Garland's birds, then back to their killer. "Your food's going to get cold."

Her jaw dropped as Garland soon put on a high pitched voice and gave her a wink, obviously flirting with the massive fish. Was he crazy?! Those things were monsters! The fact that everyone else seemed perfectly fine inviting that destructive force into the cave was even more of bafflement. "...It's kind of a long story. Met him out while hunting. He's got a thing for Garland." A thing? For Garland? This was providing the poor Dewgong a terrible headache. She just couldn’t get her head around all of this. “Something tells me I would rather not know…” she whispered.

She settled for munching on the delicate leaves Jaws had been sweet enough to gather for her when suddenly another scent mingled with that of her seaweed. "...Ever had crab before?” She shook her head and flashed back to the awful crab that had clamped down on her earlier, the one who had sparked her evolution. She was a little wary of the bit of flesh he held out to her but Nerissa wanted to be polite so she took a small nip of it. It didn’t have much of a meat taste, like fish did. It was more…watery. “It’s not so bad.” She opted to go back to her seaweed, however, and was content in doing so until something Garland said made her choke on it.

Stunning? Stunning?! There was no way he was talking about her! But, he had said her name, and was looking at her…could he? At least the large Whiscash decided to take no notice of her, thank goodness. Her mother had always said that their kind hated hers. But, if he wasn’t a wild Pokemon, maybe he wouldn’t know about that. Everyone else but her seemed to have belonged to trainers so it was possible.

Nerissa was choking on seaweed though the Swanna remained clueless to the cause, only that she was struggling on the food following his introduction.
“Alright there, love?” He chuckled, tilting his head as he anticipated the gator’s heroic response, leaping to her aid to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre. Soon, Maelstrom erupted from the depths as if on cue, taking to conversing with Bass as the odd duo exchanged pleasant introductions. Garland smiled at the sight, finding no end of amusement in their substitute for a handshake. You saw something new every day…

"Your food's going to get cold."

Turning his head, taking a moment to realize that Jaws had been addressing him, Garland had almost forgotten the featherless chicks back on solid land. He tilted his head in a silent gesture of thanks, gilding back to nestle himself beside his meal. Looking down to the headless avian, his oceanic eyes flashed as he smirked over at the aquatic couple.
“Can’t say they’re as impressive as the crab,” He commented good-naturedly, beginning to peck at the tender flesh of the bird’s stomach – swallowing small, but flavorsome chunks. “They got a lot of flavor though. Young’uns are always juicier…”

((Craaaaaaaap. Can't think of anything. D| Skip, please))

((Sorry guys, I tried...but I have nothing as well. Sorry for the wait...))

“Sweet Arceus. Get it off sweet Arceus on Earth get it off,”

Garland hadn’t taken kindly to the Gyarados’ sudden bellowing, his frenzied movements causing an annoying rippling in the water to distort the Swanna’s regal reflection. Frowning as he quietly consumed the first of his kills, the bird spent a moment simply watching the clumsy beast as he struggled to remove an urchin from his tail. Casting an exasperated glance to Jaws and Nerissa, the Swanna figured he’d be the one to save the day.
“Alright, buddy, I’m coming,” He grumbled good-naturedly, rising to his feet as he carefully avoided the dragon’s thrashing in his entrance to the flustered waters.

Elegantly and expertly dodging the water-serpent’s volatile movements, Garland soon glided to the problem.
“Hold still,” The Swanna ordered, darting forward to pry the urchin off in one swift movement. The spines dull to his powerful, bloodstained beak, the bird soon tossed the item away to flash Maelstrom a lopsided grin. “Better?” Garland didn’t wait for an answer, instead gliding away to the cave mouth as he looked out to the sea with wide eyes. It seemed one bird was more than enough sustenance for the creature and he would leave the other to rot in the privacy of the cavern. Garland was instead eager to get moving.

Turning back to the unlikely group, he stretched out his wings, the tips touching the water before he soon retracted them. With a smile, he gestured to the great unknown.
“I don’t know ‘bout you guys, but I would love to catch some sights,” Although Garland was by no means opposed to a solitary fly, swim or even waddle, he couldn’t guarantee his return. A creature acting on whim, he wasn’t the type to hold firm to his promises – all but one. Vito’s dying words rang clear in his mind, reminding him that of course, there is so much more to life… . Nodding his head, mainly as confirmation to the exception of his rule, Garland’s slick grin soon returned. “C’mon. A girl like me needs entertaining – think of it as a family outing, hm?”

(( I was given permission to remove the urchin. :3 ))

The flash of panic at the Gyarados's extreme reaction to the clinging urchin quickly fading from his round eyes the Whiscash's normally permenantly cheerful smile grows all the wider at the Swanna's suggestion.
How damn elegant she looked all the time and that feistyness in her eyes overruled the faint flickers of disgust in Bass's belly over the Swanna's treatment of the deadless corpses of the flying types.
He was a large pokemon, he had taken a bite of nearly every kind of pokemon in his days but such a casual almost mocking treatment of the dead unnerved him. Once he was about to eat it it was always just meat, he never thought too much as to whether it was young or not.
The graceful way the pale white tips of wing feathers lightly brushed the pink tinged water made his heart leap though.
Through and through Bass was a love-struck fool.
Even though his wide belly was not entirely full the catfish-like pokemon entirely ignores the reamining meat still on display in the cavern.
"Sounds mgreat babe, just stick with me and I can show you the sights." Bass brags, forgetting how little he actually knows about the area.

Jaws had only stared at the flailing, desperate gyarados as he munched on the crab meat. 'The hell...?' While it was usually in his nature to help someone in need, this was too odd and peculiar to invoke his instinct. Couldn't he just... get it off? Thankfully, Garland proved to be much more useful, plucking the thing off easily with his long, elegant beak. As Jaws finished, a conversation began to go out, see sights or stretch legs, earning an alarmed quirk of the brow.

Why would they want to ditch safety after just finding it? It seemed all of them, saving Nerissa, were itching to get back out into the fray. His insticts told him that this was a bad idea, that they should stay in for as long as they possibly could but his more social side combated it. These were the first living pokemon he'd found in forever, and Legends knew he didn't want to be the wet blanket. While his instincts screamed at him, he simply nodded his head. "Sure, why not?" After all, he could pick up some more food to keep for later.

“C’mon. A girl like me needs entertaining – think of it as a family outing, hm?” Now Nerissa was thoroughly confused, because she thought Bass liked Garland. But Garland was a boy. Wasn't he. “Girl?” she questioned softly, not really sure what was going on anymore. She looked to Garland and Jaws and prayed someone would have an answer for her because this made no sense anymore.

She didn't wait long for an answer because Jaws agreed to an earlier notion of leaving the safety of the cave. “Go back?” she whispered frightfully. “Out there? With...with them?” She wasn't just scared of the Undead that seemed to lurk in every current of the ocean, but also of the Whiscash that had joined the group. His kind terrified her and she had no idea when he would turn on them. Perhaps when he tired of them, but who knew when that would happen. “Do we have to go?”

”Sounds mgreat babe, just stick with me and I can show you the sights.”

Good, at least Garland would have the love struck fish for company. Smiling shyly, adding to the whole innocent swan charade with a girlish giggle, he nodded his head in thanks. Having anticipated Bass to follow his every command, the avian was more curious to the response of his company, which to his delight, was mainly positive. Well, all but Nerissa.

Having caught her soft, confused question early, Garland merely winked at her in response. No doubt Jaws would fill her in on their ongoing game. Although every now and then, a flicker of guilt would arise in the Swanna’s mind. Was it right to play with the poor guy’s feelings? Then he remembered the look on the sap’s face and silenced such pathetic reason. This was hilarious.

“Go back? Out there? With...with them? Do we have to go?”

The Swanna tilted his head to the side, gliding across in the water as he managed a warm, if a slightly patronizing, smile at the concerned Dewgong. Whilst he wanted nothing more than to tell the coward to lighten up and live a little, the bird didn’t fancy aggravating her loyal admirer. He liked Jaws. It would be a shame to mar their friendship over a little, harmless name-calling. Besides, Nerissa didn’t seem a total wet-towel. She’d killed the undead after all, there was no doubt at least some fight left in her pretty form.
“Would you rather wait until they came here?” He asked bluntly, still grinning away as he caught Maelstrom’s gargantuan form passing beneath the water and towards the exit. “No point in hiding forever, doll. I promise you won’t get hurt – specially with your prince charming, there,” Garland couldn’t’ resist pointing out their bond, gesturing to the reptile with his head before turning to exit the cave. Persuasion had never been a strong point, but he was hopeful that his words had done the trick. It’d be a shame to see them go.

"Wow the smell of the late afternoon air is almost enough to make you believe that other Pokemon aren't trying to eat us,"

On arrival in the afternoon air free from the confines of the cavern, Garland’s attention immediately fell to the Gyarados, swimming about in high spirits. He cracked a grin at his comment, basking in the sun’s warm rays as he spoke.
“Sure,” In all honesty, Garland couldn’t smell anything particularly spectacular about the afternoon, but it wasn’t half a bad day. Shame night would be upon them in only a few hours. It proved no problem, however, the Swanna in fact more comfortable within the shadows. “Now, where to start?”

"We could just cruise, swim around dropping some sick beats." The large fish-like pokemon suggests, flicking his golden whiskers as he smiles widely. His mouth is huge.
For a moment he ducks under the water to prevent his dark blue skin from drying out and ruining his pretty tattoes.
"Could even get into a fight." He winks at the swanna. He would love a chance to flex his muscles and show her how well he could fight. Nothing like a decent brawl for impressing a girl.
He was still on the fence of what to think about Crocodude and the Dewgong seemed far too nervous to be much fun but the Gyarados looked like a good time.
"Bros?" He suggests to the Gyrados as they swim out of the cavern, offering a whisker for a 'fist bump'.

Nerissa seemed to be the voice of reason, of his own instincts as she quietly questioned going out, earning a look of sympathy from Jaws. He inwardly felt the same, not wanting to chance losing their small retreat of safety to simply go out and have a look around. With the two knuckleheads at the helm of this particular expedition, he had no doubt they'd run into trouble. The real questioin was whether they would be able to handle that trouble or not.

The decision silently rested on his shoulders, the other two already making their way out. They didn't seem to care for his opinion, but Nerissa and what seemed Garland did. And these two especially, he valued their opinions. Garland did bring up a good point, though, saying if not to go out and greet the danger, it would simply find them. Jaws had his own two cents to add to that, but if there was one thing he knew was bad, it was separating a small group. Unsure of this executive decision, he merely gave Nerissa a calm, reassurring smile, despite his own fears.

"We'll be with you, ok? What could happen?"

Famous last words...

Garland had been stuck with the two large, imbeciles who both seemed eager to start a fight. No doubt a display of masculinity, the Swanna mused coldly, faking a smile as he nodded his slender head in agreement with their suggestions. Whilst he was by no means averse to killing something, undead or otherwise, Garland knew that such mindless slaughter would only awaken old habits. He’d made old Vito a promise, he couldn’t’ spit it right back in his greying face.
“Mhmm, perhaps…” Garland muttered in response, distracted as he looked back towards the cavern awaiting Jaws and Nerissa’s company. It truly would be a shame to lose such rational company. The Gyarados and enamoured fish were entertainment enough, but intelligent conversation seemed a far cry. It’d be only so long before Garland would have to silence this ‘bro’ nonsense once and for all.

(( So sorry about the short post. Dx ))

The large fish pokemon smiles widely at the Gyarados and laughs as the large water serpent dives down and comes up with a blob of red stuck firmly to his face.
The Octillery, no doubt not appreciating the sudden attention sticks a tentacle up the Gyarados's nose before it it knocked loose back into the water.
Even if Crocodude was a bit of a Buzzkill the Gyrados was chill. Now if he's lucky he'll have someone else to drop some sweet beats with. It's going to be sweet chilling here.
" Hey babe." He says slyly, swimming up beside the swanna and making sure his tattoo of a heart is clearly visible to the avian.
"Why don't we go dancing?"
He wriggles his light blue tail as means of demonstration. Even if normally dancing was something Swanna normally did in flocks but he's totally sure that the hot swanna was digging him and if she says yes...it would be practically a date~
Bass smiles widely, bending his whiskers into the shape of a heart and winking.
"Come on, it'll be fun."

((Skip.. D| He's getting increasingly hard to write for, and I kind of need Phoe))

Garland's wink had her even more puzzled, wondering why they were playing a joke in which Garland had to be a girl. Where they trying to scare off the big fish? Because she would be all for that. But their plan seemed to be having the opposite effect...But right now she was more worried about going back out into the open sea than anything else. “Would you rather wait until they came here?” Garland's voice floated through the stony cavern and reached the frightened Dewgong. “No point in hiding forever, doll. I promise you won’t get hurt – specially with your prince charming, there.” If his goal was to turn her whole face red the Swanna certainly succeeded.

"We'll be with you, ok? What could happen?" Nerissa looked to Jaws shyly before swallowing hard, nodding her head slowly. She still didn't want to go, but she felt a little better about it knowing Jaws would be at her side. He had already proven a protector once before, and seeing him handle that Blastoise had given her a small boost of confidence. "Okay," she whispered before sliding into the water, ready to follow the strange 'couple' already heading out the door. "Shall we?"