[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Vermilion Harbor [The S.S. Anne Hull] || EveningSaferi - Seventy-eight || Bell - Ninety-eight Letting her attack rage forward Saferi poured a great deal of her remaining strength into the blast. The acid had done its job flawlessly; beneath her wrath the warped and damaged metal broke off like bits of coral to a parrot fish. Small chunks went flying, then falling down to the ocean floor in a small cloud of sand. The coating of corroding muck did buckle off in some areas but for the most part was too attached and happy with the metal to leave it. Gliding her beam across the hull's surface the eel was pleased to see the path of destruction, but then surprised to find it was alone aside from a thin trail of bubbles that followed in her wake. Letting her blast fizzle away as she took a deep breath to recover herself before looking at the others. Shockingly, she saw that only Bell had joined her, though the contribution of her bubble trail was negligible.
It's the thought that counts. But then why didn't the others attack? Were they reconsidering the entire expedition?
"Your parties spent, princess." Sanngetall's voice was like a bell chiming to broken glass, annoying but too crucial to ignore.
"I helped!" Bell cried out, her flat tail making little corkscrews as she swam in a vertical loop.
"That you did," the eel acknowledged her, but it was what she hadn't considered that swarmed her mind. Both Thorn and Aqua had backed away, but not fled or argued. They had fought every time before with little protest, so this shouldn't have been a big enough issue to cause insubordination or disagreement.
"Shoulda just let me finish." The seahorse snorted as he swam back to the hull and continued his spray.
Why didn't you do something then? Letting her golden gaze go between the Pokemon Saferi realized something that, to this point, she had simply forgotten to be a factor.
I am a fighter trained to ignore pain. Every fight from the last two days, every wound, injury, bruise, and hit muddled together into a cocktail she had long since learned to swallow and ignore. Pain meant nothing to her other than to keep going, to never stop, go not no. Her throat ached, her humors screamed, the burn she had received the day before when this whole conundrum started was still festering and itchy, but her mind had blocked it out. Fighting the Phione, fleeing from them, running them into a trap, picking off what she could, fighting the Barboach and Whiscash, out running a cave-in... if she had not been conditioned to endure such things it would be a wonder her body had not quit on her.
That being said, always finding a way to rouse up more strength was one of her positive traits. Enough was never enough, and rest was only taken when possible not needed. It was a hard, cruel way to live and exist, but one that Sanngetall lived as well.
He did not follow orders. Of course not. Not because he couldn't continue, hell he was right back to spraying, but because he was an asshole. He made a conscious choice not to listen just to be a dick. Understandable to an extent, but for the others? How could she have expected such conditioned behavior out of them when, as far as she knew, they hadn't lived in the same hell hole? They weren't trained to fight to the death, or until they could no longer move. Battle sure, protection totally, but total warfare (pardoning undead) was not a common mindset.
A sick feeling like worms crawled around in her gut and the eel's hard face softened with a strange emotion. Her own capabilities had their limits but they were often far greater than average. Having others around her was a rare occurrence, especially for so long, and she had not even considered that her companions may, just possibly, be exhausted from the hell she kept putting them through. Even Sanngetall was clearly trudging along, though he was not trying to hide the pain that riddled his body.
Have I gone too far? These Pokemon did not need to experience her hell, and with the major threat of the Phione removed there was ample time to take things slowly. Which, admittedly, was not something she was used to.
"Ms Saferi, are you alright?" Bell asked apprehensively. The eel was staring blankly with wide eyes, like she was looking at something in the far distance. Had that attack taken too much out of her? Despite living beneath the sea the eel's throat felt dry and clenched as she spoke hoarsely,
"I'm fine." The words were simple and the youth had no reason not to believe them, but yet something didn't feel right. A lot of things didn't feel right.
"Are you sure? This place feels weird so if you..--" At that the Huntail turned her head and let her gaze return to the Pokemon in the immediate area.
"I'm sure." She assured Bell before saying in a voice that was much too soft,
"But, perhaps we should continue tomorrow."Bell stilled herself in the water. They had to wait longer? Sure the ominous sensation had dulled her excitement but a little spookiness wasn't bad! They almost had the thing open, and even though she only noticed just then the sun was too far in the sky waning sunlight was nothing an adventurer was opposed to. Heck, it would be pretty dark in the places windows didn't reach anyway.
Bell gave the deepest frown. This wasn't what she had wanted.
"What? But we're so close.." she starts to protest, her voice falling flat with how odd Saferi had been acting. She really mustn't be feeling well if she wanted to stop.. Still, they were so close! Sooo close! Another complaint hung fiercely on her lips but was silenced as her belly rumbled with empty longing. Her hunger was something she had hoped spelunking would fix, and she was also tired, something she also hoped spelunking would help her ignore. If Saferi wouldn't let them in how she'd just be hungry, tired, and sad. With a tiny whine the child sighs,
"Can we at least get something to eat then?"