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 Namid Waagosh'Giizis's Travels
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 Posted: May 25 2017, 08:11 PM
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The pokeball cracked in half and released its inhabitant in a brilliant burst of bright light. A moment later Namid suddenly found himself in danger of being struck across the face by flaring scarlet wings. Luckily, one of them would move fast enough to avoid a bloody hello, and the bird who now reorientated himself was more than capable of keeping his feet under him.

He was a brilliant creature, for sure. His tail feathers and wings flared out in alarm, but they rippled breathtakingly in the light with the tiniest hint of embers. He tilted his head and looked at Namid, clicked his beak...

And hopped away, fanning flames into the air.

Now, the...ah, unfortunate thing with fire and wood was that the latter served as excellent fuel for the other, and as those sparks landed on the deck of Namid's newly-built ship, they caught.

Within seconds there was the smell of burning. The second after that, his comrade screamed and took to the air.

And vines wrapped around Namid's middle out of nowhere, yanking him into the sky, away from the smothering boat. A man's voice above his head snapped, "Are you a'right?"

Should Namid look away from his boat for a moment and direct his gaze upward, he would see both the speaker and his savior easily: a young man, brown of skin and dark of hair and eyes, was wedged securely between the branch of the old towering cypress that drooped over the river at its feet. His eyes were wide with concern, offering a hand even though Namid was nowhere near reaching it. A carnivine was the real savior, dangling from a lower branch with one arm around it and the other one around Namid.

"Lugia have mercy," snapped the stranger, voice thick with worry-turned-fury as the carnivine raised Namid up to him. "Why did you bring something with fire abilities onto a boat?!"

He grabbed onto Namid's arms and pulled him close, seemingly intent to get him into the tree itself, not at all interested in the boat below or the red oricorio who was still flapping about. If Namid wanted him to save the treasured vessel or if he wanted to make his opinion know at all, he should speak up now, and quickly.


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- seems to belong to the stranger
- hanging out below them, trying in vain/vine (ehehehe) to put the flames out by waving its hand vaguely at it

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- can fly so hovering around, well within Namid's earshot for commands

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Namid didn't know what to expect when he opened the pokeball. Grandmother Hurit had a sense of humor but when it came to serious situations, she was very wise and knew just what to do. He expected a water or dark type, more in line with the traditions of his people. Even a fighting type might have made sense. But what erupted from the pokeball whipped air into his face, hot enough to warm his cheeks. Namid jolted back instinctively but the pokemon pulled away at the same time. Face safe for the moment, Namid eyed the bird - for it could be nothing else. Flying type didn't make sense.

But it was beautiful. Bright, dancing feathers in a vivid scarlet shade. The tips of its wings almost glowed, they were so bright yellow. It accented the black stripes perfectly. Namid was tempted to reach out and stroke the plumes. "Hey there, pretty bird." He murmured, keeping his voice low and soothing. The pokemon stared at him then flapped its wings and shed something gold and flickering. Namid, having never seen such a bird before - at least not up close - didn't understand for a few pointed seconds.

Then the stench of burning wood filled his nostrils. Gold eyes went wide with shock and horror. The pokemon forgotten in favor of the burning boat, Namid leaped toward the fire with both hands outstretched. He dived toward the flames and found himself floating. Which was--unexpected to say the least. "Hey, hey!" He twisted and bucked. He didn't hear anything sneak up, hadn't heard the sound of splashing. It had been a year since he was last in the bayous of Cypwater and in that moment he couldn't think up a single pokemon with this sort of attack. As he twisted, Namid turned himself upside down until he faced the sky. The man in the tree was the second thing he saw. First he saw the bird flapping wildly in the air, scattering flames. "Stop that you silly creature!" He whistled once, an ear-splitting sound that cut off quickly. The bird looked down at him, confused. "You'll burn the whole boat to the ground. That would be a terrible omen."

Namid spoke quickly and with flair, hands gesturing between the bird and the boat behind him. Then events started to fall more properly into place. First, he'd been snatched out of the air. Next the bird started panicking. Or maybe those were reversed. Either way, in between those two events, a man had spoken. It had been too quick for Namid to understand the words. Lucky for Namid, the man kept speaking. Namid took a moment to decipher the words - the common tongue was not his strongest skill - and pursed his lips. "Lugia...fly? It Lugia?" He gestured to the oricorio. He frowned just a little with confusion, lips puffed up with uncertainty. He didn't pick up the angry tone so much - bulwari are famous for arguing for hours about nothing at all. A sharp tone meant nothing to him whatsoever. "I do not know. I open, it appear. Do birds fire a lot?" He glanced dubiously at the oricorio.

Suddenly he was in the man's arms, much closer than anticipated. Namid squirmed in surprise. "What do?" His brows furrowed with determination, eyes like gold coins, and tried again. "What...are...you do? Doing?" This was a weird time for a hug. Did he want to get to know Namid? Why was he so close? Smoke rose in the air around him and the smell reminded him of the boat. His eyes flashed with sudden fear and struggled wildly, arms flailing. His hair got caught in the bark of the tree but he barely noticed. "Put me down immediately! My boat! My precious home is on fire! If you don't put me down--if it--if--" Namid worked to twist himself around to face the boat, though there was no way to tell how well that would work.

Blastoise it all. Common tongue was not his first language. He didn't get enough practice and this man clearly didn't speak Bulwari. He forced himself to take a breath. "Put...put down! Down!" He wrenched at the man's arms, staring wildly at his boat. "Can't flame! Can't lose. Put Namid down!" He kicked his bare feet, aiming for the branch in hopes of dislodging himself somehow. Not the brightest move perhaps but his whole life was catching fire at the moment. "Bird pokemon, little flame! Please get this man off me. Or stop the fire. Something!" The bird stared at him with interest but without a single ounce of comprehension. Namid started to tremble. This was bad. Even his pokemon didn't understand. It made sense, this bird probably spent more time around the regular peoples of the region and not the Bulwari. But it was so frustrating.

"Bird! Fire bird! Get Namid down. Get down!" Poor thing, he wasn't exactly clear in his execution of the language.


[[Italics means he's speaking bulwari so unless this guy knows it >> no habla. je ne comprende pas. ]]

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The man who now held the mysterious boy from the quickly burning boat allowed one of his well tailored eyebrows to raise. The Carnivine looked to its handler, and the stranger shook his head. “That ain’t no Lugia. Looks like an Oricorio, if ya ask me,” he said in response to the only words he understood. The man didn’t realize that the cute boy he just saved wasn’t a natural, but it didn’t deter him from helping. He rolled his shoulders as Carnivine looked at him, almost questioning what to do. As the other boy asked if birds fired a lot, the stranger gave a shrug of his shoulders, “Some birds do, yes. Some spit ice, and others water. Who knows.” the man shook his head as he tried to rationalize everything that was happening. He held onto the boy’s shirt as best he could, and rose an eyebrow, “I’m keeping you safe?” he replied, although as the boy started to go into a tantrum, the stranger almost dropped him.

“Hey, chill out. I’ll let you go,” the man started to loosen his grip and the Carnivine helped with it. The plant type Pokemon looked between its handler and then to the boy he had just rescued, and slowly started to put Namid down – although not on the flaming boat. It was more towards the shore, where the water was a little shallower, and the cypress tree’s branches tickled the water. The bird above circled, but didn’t listen to Namid. The stranger’s eyes looked upwards at it for a long moment as he tried to debate what he wanted to do. The more they waited, the quicker the flames licked at the wooden boards of Namid’s boat. The stranger was at a loss of what to do. “Listen, mate. I don’t think your boat is savable,” he admitted sadly. He’d try to stop Namid from doing anything irrational, should he try to, but at the same time, he felt pity towards the other.

The stranger made a whistling sound at the Carnivine, and the Pokemon’s tendrils wrapped around his waist before he, too, was settled into the water. It reached the dark haired man’s knees and he gave a frustrated sigh. He hated this – he hated the fact that he didn’t seem like he could do anything to help the other male, and he didn’t have any clue of what to do. So, he just did a rational idea, “Carnivine; try to splash water onto the boat. I don’t know how much of it we can safe, but if you really want to try, we can.”

The Carnivine looked to its handler and then to the boat and with a quick Vine whip against the water, sent little waves from the cypress tree’s branches and over to the boat. The water whipped against the wood and the sound of dulling inferno could be heard, but it wasn’t very much. The man made a face and rolled his shoulders, “Namid, right?” the man started, “What do you want to do? We can keep trying to put the fires out or we can give up. You might want to get your Pokemon in order next time you bring a fire type onto the water,” he warned.

By now, even with the little waves that lapped up onto the deck from the Carnivine’s vine whip, were starting to come back. The little embers had only been momentarily silenced.

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"Ororororo?" Namid repeated, confused again. "Or-oo-oo?" Nope, no comprehension whatsoever. If he knew the bulwari term for Oricorio he didn't connect the dots. "Ice bird, water bird," He nodded seriously. "I know. Not fire." His people didn't exactly spend a lot of time with fire types. The whole boat burning thing was a pretty good example of why Namid hadn't seen many examples of birds or pokemon in general spilling fire.

Honestly, he was lucky it hadn't been a moltres. Or a magmar, not that he knew what those were. His boat would have gone up so fast...yikes. Namid squirmed. "Save? Save?" He had to mull the word over before it made sense to him. Once it did though, he smiled. A singular bright, white toothed smile lit up his whole face. He patted the man's chest. How nice, a stranger trying to rescue him. "Oo nice...no...you nice." His smile dampened. "But no! Namid down. No save Namid. Boat save! Boat home!"

The second Namid's toes touched water he all but flopped into it with his need to get to his boat. But despite his childish speech patterns, he cut agilely through the water, never letting his bare feet stick more than a split second in the muck below. The man was still talking, saying something Namid barely understood. Not savable. Not savable. Namid heard the words over and over in his head. At the edge of his boat, he bent low into the hip deep water and leaped upward, splashing a torrent of water onto the boat. Simultaneously he slung slimy mud from the swamp bed, sticky and dripping as it splattered onto the boat. He did this twice more, filling his hands with mud and bolstering it with a wave of water over the side of the boat.

Then he threw himself onto the boat and rolled over the flames with his entire body. His hair, too wet to catch, whipped at the flames as he spun. Mud stuck to his skin and he began to slide his hands all over the spots of flame, smacking them hard with the flat of his palm. "It save! It save!" He repeated quietly to himself. His throat burned but not from the small billows of smoke filling his lungs as he worked tirelessly. This was his beautiful home. Hand-painted and carved. Every inch of this boat was crafted of his own hand. He spent months of allowance decorating the dome in gold coins. He couldn't give up on it.

When the flames started to burn his hands, he leaped back in the water, legs tucked around him and arms out to create the biggest splash. He went back to splashing and slinging mud on the other parts of the boat caught in flame. "You help." He shouted at the man, whoever he was. Namid was sure the man had been speaking before but honestly he hadn't heard a word the man said beyond 'not savable'. He couldn't think, could barely breathe. "Biskane, Biskane!" He chanted to himself, throwing himself back onto the boat. He danced across the flames, slapping his wet, muddy feet onto the embers. Wherever they nibbled, he smacked. He started to chant properly, but he spoke so fast the man wouldn't understand a word he said even if he spoke bulwari.

However, the oriocoro heard this and flitted closer. Every time Namid finished, he repeated, "Biskane, Biskane!" In his mother tongue, it meant the fire is burning. The chant gave him a rhythm to follow as he fought for his boat, as well as building a fire in his own belly to protect what was his. The oriocoro flitted closer. When tiny licks of flame fell down around him - just a few, not a whole heap this time, the bird was too high to do much damage - Namid looked up. "No! Stop!" He raised both hands up toward the bird. "No you Biskane!" The gibberish might have made sense to the bilingual boy but the bird only heard the word again. Biskane.

Well, then. That must be his name right? The oriocoro trilled, its tongue darting in its beak. Then it flapped happily and started to circle the boat. Luckily it flew higher than before to get a wider arc and didn't rain down flames. Namid continued trying to put out the fire without stopping. Even if the man tried to pull him off, he would have kicked and punched and yanked away somehow to keep fighting. There was no way, on the very first day of his exploration into the world, Namid would ever let his home burn down. He'd have nowhere to go, no one to turn to. No way to get to his people on foot, not that he could navigate much beyond the water. It wouldn't end this way. Even if the boat was half burned, as long as it could float, Namid would never give up.

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The mysterious man didn’t know how he could help. He stared at Namid placidly as the boy attempted to salvage his boat from the embers. Despite the fact that his Carnivine was attempting to help, the flames kept licking at the wood. Mud and dampness started to sink into the hand carved wood, but some of the paints were already starting to melt or deform against it. The boat, however pretty it was prior to becoming a bonfire, wouldn’t be nearly as pretty if the fires didn’t consume it completely. The man’s eyes traveled upwards towards the bird, and watched as the way the boating man spoke to it. The bird wasn’t paying attention, it seemed, and the boy had no idea how to handle him, either. A little part of the man thought it was rather amusing, but didn’t add to it. It wasn’t his place to judge.

“We can only do so much. Maybe if we put mud on it, it’ll keep it damp enough?” the man asked. Then again, Namid seemed to already be stomping mud on little bites of embers, and the man finally moved to help. He dipped his arms below the water and pulled up handfuls of squishy, dark mud and plastered it over a side of the boat that was starting to reignite. He didn’t care that his fingers and palms were being singed by the embers, he was just trying to help.

As Biskane circled downwards about, the Carnivine made a distressed sound. The grass-type was not a fan of the fire that it produced, and the man gave an eyebrow raise at his Pokemon “Aye, mate. We’re almost done, just keep going,” he urged. The vine like Pokemon stared but kept up the vine whip against the water, pushing it towards the boat.

A few more minutes of this routine, and all the embers were out, but Namid’s boat was definitely not as sturdy as it was. It sunk down into the water on one side, slightly capsized with a broken board that allowed water to slowly leak into the hull of the vessel. Not only that, most of the paint was either covered in scorch marks or in mud, and was highly undistinguishable now. The man huffed and wiped the back of his arm over his brow as he stepped back. “I don’t know how much we’ve saved, but somehow we managed,” he pointed out.

Finally, looking at the other male, the mysterious man offered a muddy hand out towards him, “I’m Sef. We’ve only just met, I know, but I figure now that things have officially calmed down, I could introduce myself.”

While the worst of it was over, there was significant damage that they should probably take care of. The Carnivine wrapped a tendril around Sef’s hips and lifted him effortlessly out of the water and towards the shore, before it extended itself down to help Namid up. “What do you think of me helping you try and patch up the boat, so that at least it’s not sinking slowly into the muck below? A few stabilizers here and there should work… right?” Sef didn’t want to admit it, but he had absolutely no idea of how to fix a boat, but it was the offer that would count, right?

Namid had a choice; he could climb up the Carnivine’s tendril to reach Sef and go into the small wooded area to get some stuff to fix his boat, or he could deal with the various water Pokemon that emerged while he and Sef tried to extinguish the boat:



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http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/120staryu.png - hanging out with the clauncher kinda in the shallows
http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/BWPokemon/519.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif - in the previous tree sef was in, watching biskane

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Namid absolutely would not give up. If any single plank remained, he would fight to save it. Bulwari weren't the type to give up even at the worst of times. His pod taught him to take care of the things he loved, to cherish life and to love freely. This was his home. His whole family watched him tirelessly work for this boat to come into being. It was a little oblong in shape around the dome and one side was a little wider than it needed to be but it was his and Namid would fight to his very last for it. With the stranger's help and the carnivine's assistance all three managed to put the fires out. Namid lay on the long, flat bow of the boat and sighed deeply.

Singe marks stung along his arms and legs. One burned significantly across his stomach, a welt from one of the larger fires. His hair was a wreck and his poor leggings were ruined with mud. The color of the boat had shifted from beautiful sea colors and river bed tans and violet skies burned to blackened char and sticky, algae-enriched muck. Very little of the exterior was left untouched. A few patches of pale green or sky blue shone between the wreck but paltry few. Namid's chest flitted wildly as his heart raced, air escaping him with all the strength of a gale only to fill him like the first floods of the spring.

And somehow the bedraggled, sopping wet boy began to laugh. He lay on his back and spread out his hands and legs, patting the remains of his precious boat. Already he felt the dip on the starboard side and the smell of burned wood stuffed his nostrils. Namid laughed until he couldn't breathe and then set to hacking until he could breathe again. He sat up and folded his legs under him, surveying the successful saving of his boat. As long as it floated, it would survive. Namid was certain of it. He rolled his sore shoulders, pausing with his head canted to one side as the stranger spoke.

Namid had to pick apart the words and put them back together before he understood the stranger but once he did, he beamed. "Save! We save." He repeated, pleased. Now that he was listening he better understood the man, Sef. He still paused a few seconds afterward to maek certain but when he was paying attention Namid could fathom common tongue somewhat. "Zhef." Namid repeated, fumbling over the simple name. He hadn't heard the like before, it tasted strange on his tongue. "You Zhef. Hi-elloh." He over enunciated his vowels, yet his mouth held up its bright, glinting smile.

Mud caked his chin and neck, a smear of it over his forehead. But his eyes glowed bright with relief and the softening of his limbs echoed his joy. "I Namid. Namid me." He patted his chest and left a faint hand print across his sternum. Namid leaned over the edge of the boat that wasn't tipping and cocked his head, listening. The carnivine's limbs were less of a fright now that he realized they belonged to a pokemon and that pokemon belonged to Zhef. When the vines returned, Namid stared at them quizzically. His eyes danced between Sef and the carnivine.

It took a little time to figure out what the man was saying. "Fix...fix the boat, he wants to help fix the boat? Stab. Stur...I think he means materials to fix the hole. Moh, moo, muck. Muck, yes that's what he's saying. Sinking into the muck?" He repeated the words to himself in Bulwari, piecing them together so he understood. Sinking he knew in every language known to man. Bulwari live on the water in some form--they knew what sinking meant. "You hep? Help?" Namid beamed, shining his smile up at Sef like the first light of a morning sun. "You...are...very...ki'ind." He spoke slow and clear, trying to be understood. He could hear Granny Hurit in his head whapping his temple and telling him to pay better attention to the common tongue.

Considering he had been treated like the spoiled baby of the pod, he didn't exactly have much experience using it with people who didn't speak at least some form of Bulwari. "Giin jiimaanike!" He nodded profusely and scrambled around the boat, leaving the carnivine's vines hanging for a time while he did so. He climbed down into the inner recess of his boat - luckily protected from the fire by the sturdy door he'd built for it. Inside, through the dim light of a mud-caked window, he picked through a few of his usual tools. The thin, short saw with a wooden covering decorated in gold and silver swirls protected the sharp teeth from accidentally tearing flesh.

He also fetched a chisel and a stout, thick block of what looked to be compacted sand. He also fetched a vial of something yellowed and slimy and placed all of them into a waterproof satchel, tying the knot tight and binding it with precision. When he climbed back out, he was still covered in mud but he was in the midst of tying his hair back into a braid. Deft fingers braided all the way down and then looped up, knotting the braid without using a tie. Before taking the carnivine's offer, Namid glanced around. This wasn't the place to be leaving his boat unattended. If it sank further it could go right down to the bottom and disappear. He chewed his lip. "Zhef!" Namid hung off the edge of the boat and waved at Sef on the shoreline. "You hep?" He pointed at the boat and waved again.

Then he leaped into the water with a splash, careful to keep above chest height. The bottom of the bag would be fine--he still needed to be careful not to submerge. If Sef came back over toward him, Namid would explain what he intended to do. If not, Namid would do so on his own. But first he waded toward the water pokemon, pausing a few feet away. He held out his hands in offering and bowed his head politely. He knew both of these pokemon species, though not in the common. Except for the staryu, because it shared a similar naming. Sort of. Well, not at all. But he felt a certain kinship to a creature of the same shape as his name. "Excuse me, distinguished pokemon of the water. May I bother you for a few moments of your time? You see, my home has been accidentally set aflame and I would much appreciate your assistance." He bowed gracefully to both pokemon, though his attention clearly lingered on the staryu.

"I will repay you in food if you'd like. It's quite a simple task, I promise, and very little work for you." He smiled and gestured to his boat. It didn't occur to him that these water pokemon probably didn't understand him one bit. He grew up in a pod where all the pokemon understood Bulwari from the egg, having been surrounded by it. Even his own wild-caught wooper understood Bulwari and picked it up quickly living in the pod. To him, water types all understood. It was their very nature. What he did not expect was the oriocoro to flap over excitedly and hover over Namid's head, who raised both hands to protect his hair. Luckily the bird was too high to inflict too much fire. "What are you doing, you silly bird thing?" It occurred to him slowly the bird didn't understand. "Bird, what do? Why?" He frowned. What had called the bird over?

He paused. The bird had flapped over when he was speaking to the water types. He contemplated. He repeated the first sentence slowly, with no response. Then the second sentence. Nothing. When he repeated the third, the bird trilled delightedly and bobbed up and down. "What you...? Why are you reacting this way? You don't understand...hmmm. You see....my home....has been...accidentally...set aflame--" He repeated two or three words in Bulwari until the bird trilled and swooped low toward him. Aflame? "Biskane?" The bird whooped and began to dance in the sky, making beautiful patterns with its flickering embers. Namid watched in confusion, which led to understanding. The realization dawned on him. This bird, this silly creature had heard the word Biskane and recognized it for some reason. "You...Biskane? You Biskane." He didn't say it like it was a statement.

Namid spoke with a bit of a pout. He wanted to think up a clever name that would perfectly reflect the bird's personality and beauty. And this ridiculous thing decided on Biskane all on its own. Grandmother Hurit would have laughed at the very thought. His pokemon naming itself from a misunderstanding. Well, at least it fit. It ignites, it sets aflame. That the bird had done, yes? "You Biskane yes? Oak-kay." He decided. That was an acceptable name. "Time Biskane rest. Yes?" He pulled Biskane's ball out and returned it with a flash, cutting off the bird's delighted trill. Ooo-ooo-oh-orooooo~

Such a strange bird. Perfectly suited to its handler, even if Namid didn't realize it just yet. Namid turned back to the pokemon. "Will you please help? I would be most grateful." He looked for Sef. "Let us move the boat toward the shore and try to get it partly onto the land, so it does not sink any further. If you could assist, Mister Zhef?" He waded toward the boat once more, calling over his shoulder. "If you would please use surf to help us? Only if you are willing, of course." He smiled toothily at the staryu and waved his fingertips at the pokemon, trying to remind himself not to get so attached to a creature he'd barely met. But it was such a beautiful creature! He couldn't help himself.


[[I figure you guessed this, but just to be clear anything in italics is Namid speaking in Bulwari]]

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As Namid relished in the savior of his boat, Sef stayed on firm ground. He crossed his arms over his burly, but well built chest, and surveyed the young one from above. The boat, from his perspective, was far too damaged to save, but he wasn’t necessarily the one to jump to conclusions right off – it seemed whoever this Namid kid was, he definitely had an idea of how to fix it, and he wasn’t going to just say that it wasn’t savable. As Namid finally pieced together his name and said a hello, the handsome stranger allowed an eyebrow to raise, and he nodded simply at the other, “Yes, you’re Namid. And I’m Sef. Nice to meet you,” he said effortlessly. He could tell that this boy didn’t speak too much of the native tongue. He had to constantly remind himself to do shorter, to the point sentences. If anything, he found it rather cute.

As Sef offered to help rebuild the boat, he rose an eyebrow at Namid’s reaction. He didn’t think he stuttered or anything, but then again, he also knew that Namid struggled with even the basic words. It was like dealing with a four year old child who was just learning how to speak, “Yes, help. I know, I know; very kind. Let’s go,”[/color] Sef added thoughtfully. He was about to take a step when Namid exclaimed something, and then disappeared within the walls of the burnt house boat. Sef’s eyebrows creased above his eyes as he tried to figure out what to say, or something even to do, but as Namid reappeared, the man just shook his head. He was willing to help, but everyone had their own way of doing things, and Sef just had to agree to that.

Namid called out and asked if he was going to ‘hep’ and Sef stayed where he was as the younger jumped into the water. He gave a sigh but let the carnivine ease him back into the water,[seas] “Sure, I don’t see why I can’t,”
Sef responded. He rose an eyebrow yet again as Namid didn’t bother with his boat right away, but rather headed towards the two water Pokemon who were just hanging out.

The Clauncher looked like it understood Namid more than the Staryu, who turned itself up to lay on its back and enjoy the waves washing over its body. Then again, the Staryu really did just want to lay in the water. As Namid dealt with Biskane, the two water Pokemon dipped beneath the water for just a moment, something of a discussion to help Namid. Sef just let his arms cross over his arms as he simply watched.

By the time Namid was on their way back towards their boat, the two water Pokemon were back out of the water, and they were moving after Namid effortlessly through the murk. Sef shook his head and gave a chuckle, “Somehow, you’ve managed to convince them to join you for now. Alright, let’s move your boat so that it doesn’t sink,” Sef said. He took a moment to think before he looked up at his Carnivine, “See if you can lift from above. Try your hardest, but don’t spend out all of your energy on it,” the man clearly seemed like he knew what he was doing, even without Namid’s suggestions. He rolled his shoulders and glanced at the water Pokemon.

The Clauncher was definitely more into the help than the Staryu was – in fact, the Staryu seemed more on the lazy side than anything. Sef pondered for a moment before he spoke, voice soft and clear but with enough force to show he knew what he was doing, “Do you guys mind helping move the boat? I know you guys can’t do much, but maybe use surf or some other water moves to push the boat towards the shore will definitely help,” he added. He pulled himself through the water idly before he glanced at Namid. He shouldered himself up against the deeper side of the boat and in the water (he was, after all, quite a bit taller than Namid anyways), and grinned. “Shall we?”

Between Sef, his Carnivine, Namid and the rocking water of the two water Pokemon, they had managed to push the boat mostly onto the shore, although the stern of it still got lapped by the waves of the water. Sef huffed as the boat wouldn’t budge anymore, and he unconsciously wrung out shirt. Leather, despite how comfortable it was, did not work well with water, and it rubbed against his skin in an awkward way. He wouldn’t complain about it, though.

“Alright, so now that we have that,” Sef had the Carnivine help him upwards towards the trees, a more wooded area near the boat, “How about we try to find some wood now? To try and repair the boat?”

For someone who just met Namid, Sef was rather pushy about helping. Huh.

Meanwhile, the two water Pokemon were still around. The Clauncher was definitely interested in the boat, but the lazy Staryu simply enjoyed the water once again. The gem on the front of its body gleamed brightly against the sunshine above, and every now and then it reflected and let light bounce onto whatever surface got caught in the cross fire. Namid had a choice.

He could go with Sef and start to gather materials to rebuild and patch up his boat. By doing this, he’d be leaving the little water Pokemon to themselves, and who knew if they would still here when he got back. There was also the alternative where he stayed to try and sway the water Pokemon to go with him, but then he’d be risking the time Sef had to help, or if Sef wanted to continue to hang around to help.

Whichever choice Namid decided, it would be one of two ways: if he chose the first, the Carnivine would help him up to Sef’s area, and Sef would lead him along a small foot path that wasn’t too far off the boardwalk that the main travelers used, and then to a small grove where wood would be abundant to find. It was about a five minute trip from Namid’s boat, and with the help of Sef and the Carnivine, there wouldn’t be too much hassle stealing a few boards or planks or even smaller logs to bring back.

The other way, of course, would have Namid chasing the water Pokemon who would start to be retreating from the boat – not out into the open water, but back towards the small section of area that they were in before they offered their help. The Staryu would continue to lay on its ‘backside’ in the water and the Clauncher would stare interestedly at Namid. It could be a good attempt to lure them in with the promised food that Namid offered earlier.


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