A caged fish

The very moment the creature of the sea had surfaced, the rain had grown twice as merciless. Large raindrops - so ice-cold that it was surprising this was still rain and not hail - drum the deck in a furious fashion. The beast’s gleaming, yellow eyes, each about as big as Calum’s head, stay fixated on the man aboard the boat.

The Kyogre lets out a deep, guttural roar. A monstrous sound that does not belong in our world, but an ancient one. The roar may be a response to Calum’s yell, or a furious challenge. Or perhaps it was a call, a sort of a magical word even, as the waves now begin gathering under and around the Pokemon.

The water envelopes the Kyogre in a cocoon of darkness, and what emerges is no longer a beast, but a pale man with dark blue hair. A large wave pick up the man and places him onto the deck of Calum’s boat.

Even is this form, it is obvious Revia does not belong standing up on two legs, but should instead be swimming below. The man’s steps are clumsy. Walking is strange to him. The features of the face are soft, but the gaze is still just menacing as it was when he was a sea creature. The yellow glow of his eyes reflects from the raindrops falling past. He seems unaffected by the tempest. Even the hems of his coat are barely rustled by the furious gusts of wind.

“Evening,” Revia greets Calum with a stern, but polite voice, hands crossed behind his back. As if it “evening” was the appropriate first thing to say after a display like that. “I’d like to have a word with you.” It is not hard at all to hear him over the storm. His voice echoes and rumbles, as if still coming from something the size of a cruise ship, instead of the size of a human being. “I apologize for the entrance, but it was the easiest way to grab your attention. I hope I didn’t frighten you.” It doesn’t seem like Revia didn’t really want to frighten the man, or at least make an impression. Guess Revia didn’t really consider it worthy of a deity to just swim to up to the boat in human form and climb aboard like normal person would have done. 

“I am Kyogre. You may call me Revia, if you’d be more comfortable using personal name,” the man introduces himself. He may talk in a calm manner, but it was obvious that beneath the surface, a quit rage was stirring. “If I tell you I am also known as the “guardian of the seas,” I assume you’ll realize why I’ve come.” He views Calum with a sharp gaze, observing him. Usually he pays no mind to humans, but this one both fascinates and enrages him. “What is your name, human?” the Kyogre asks. He then focuses his yellow eyes on the Wingull. “I assume this is your… partner, as you humans call it?” The bird does not seem mistreated, which was all he needed to know right now. It also does not seem strong enough to defeat him, at least on it’s own, but the Kyogre knew better than to underestimate. Calum had to be a capable trainer to survive this far from the shore alone. Whoever would win their battle, there would still be pain and destruction for both.

A chill ran up Calum's spine. It was impossible not to shake under the awesome might of the legendary. No wonder humans of old worshiped them! No wonder people still worshiped them!

Admittedly, he knew little of the legendary pokemon. They knew they were powerful. They knew they were said to have shaped the very world. They knew that they were probably not a fire type. But shapeshifting? He'd never heard anything like that before.

Was this how the pokemon hid themselves?

They really didn't know how to react. Did they try to start a fight? Did they offer the pokemon a drink? Was that insulting? He'd never considered these things before. He never though he'd need to consider those things, ether.

"E-evening, Revia, was it? I didn't fish up someone important, did I?" He looked to his partner, and then back at the other.

"My name’s Calum. And that one is one of my pokemon. They’re not exactly impressive, compared to a trainers pokemon. But this bird's got good vision!" Maybe  they should try to brag a little bit. After all, it wasn't like he didn't care about his pokemon. They just-didn't want to get too close to them. They were living tools, worthy of respect, but probably not worthy of friendship.

At least, that was probably the case with his pokemon. They'd no doubt prefer to hang out with their own flocks and packs then they were with a human.

A look crossed his eyes. Well, that settled it. He couldn’t exactly release her like this: not with how frightened she was. Not with how injured she’d end up getting.  He rushed to her side, and immediately picked the pokemon up. It took only a few moments to undo the snare. 

“I’m sorry, but till you’ve calmed down, I think you’re going to need to stay in the kennels for a little while.”

“NO!  LET ME GO!”

She struggled heavily, trying to get out of his grip as best as she could.

“PLEASE!”

“Listen. “ he hissed, hoping to at least scare her into claming down. “You keep up like this, you’re going to wonder into something worse. There’s a lot of hunters around here-and most of the traps are designed for catching food. You wouldn’t survive them.”

He took a breath. 

“while you’re like this, I have no choice but to keep you hear for the time being.”

starter for @soaringseagulltrainer

Something had to be done.

He couldn’t let this go on. The capturing of his kin, inhabitants of the ocean. While some were returned to the sea - most with strange tags hanging from them - others disappeared forever. To the hands of Cipher, said the rumors. The Kyogre hadn’t the faintest idea what or who, or maybe where this “Cipher” was (he rarely bothered himself with human matters like this) but he doubted it was anything good.

And so, the ocean deity had been following this sailing boat for quite a while. A beast circling under the waves. He had chosen to remain in Pokémon form, for now. Mostly, he swam too deep to be seen, but at other times, a large shadow seemed to form under the boat as the Pokémon approached the surface.

However, a bigger indicator of Revia’s presence was the constant rain that didn’t seem to let up at all. Storms, of course, were a common thing out on the open ocean, but there was a point where person steering the boat would have to realize something was up. And this human didn’t strike him as a stupid one, so Revia knew he’d be figured out soon enough. He’d have to act.

And so the dark blue creature surfaces at the front of the boat, with the clear intention of stopping it. The Kyogre’s emergence causes large waves that rock the boat back and forth.

The ocean waves were choppy that day. The ocean had been stormy and choppy for many days.  Usually, Calum felt peaceful on the ocean, fishing the day away. 

Something was wrong with this weather. They were too far in the ocean to be running across flocks of Pelliper, so it couldn’t have been the rains that they summoned. Still, it wouldn’t have been shocking for a few of the wild pokemon to know how to summon rain. Hopefully it was just a few of them. 

His wingull perched on the railings. The bird had been invaluable. An absoulte star. It was only though their efforts that they’d found so many fish pokemon, and their confusing cries led to fuller nets. So when the bird had started honking in panic, Calum had thoughtit would have been just been a school of Luvdisc or Magikarp. 

Not quite the massive creature that appeared before him. 

He clung to the railing, trying not to be swept away by the waves. 

He might have had equipment to try and live-capture several large fish pokemon, but this? This wasn’t something he had much hope in capturing. Or fighting, truthfully. A wingull and a Sealeo against this?

“Hey!”

He made no effort to stop her from escaping. Instead, he simply stood up, and walked to the pokemon’s side.  “Are you really sure you’re okay?” 

“P-Perfectly fine!  100%!  No need to worry!”

“I doubt that. You’re terrified, aren’t you?” 

He tried not to laugh. The poor thing. 

A hand was placed on her shoulder. “I think you should stay.”

He made no move to stop her. He would give her a fair chance to try and flee. It was only fair after all: and the pokemon deserved the opportunity. 

Mel let out a loud yelp at his touch.  Panic had taken over, she BOLTED for a window and tried to get out.

He frowned. This-capturing her didn’t seam difficult. But at the same time, it didn’t feel right. He’d rather let fate decide. There were certainly plenty of snares and nets in the area. Maybe she wouldn’t be lucky and would capture herself. 

And maybe she’d escape. 

That would be fine too. It was harder to see the pokemon as just some mindless creature, when it was clearly capable of talking and understanding. It was a bit outside of his rule of thumb. 

He quickly opened the door, and stepped aside. “hey, hey! You don’t need to break my windows, alright?” 

He made no effort to stop her from escaping. Instead, he simply stood up, and walked to the pokemon’s side.  “Are you really sure you’re okay?” 

“P-Perfectly fine!  100%!  No need to worry!”

“I doubt that. You’re terrified, aren’t you?” 

He tried not to laugh. The poor thing. 

A hand was placed on her shoulder. “I think you should stay.”

He made no move to stop her. He would give her a fair chance to try and flee. It was only fair after all: and the pokemon deserved the opportunity. 

“I see…” The green one said.

“Yeah I agree. None of them can be trusted. Even the human’s we’re very close with… there is still a high chance of betra-” The purple one was suddenly interrupted by their green cored friend.

“There are trustworthy humans like Tory. Tory is a good little human. We saved each other from loneliness. Four years I had used an aurora to interract with him because I had no body back then. If it wasn’t Tory and his friends I wouldn’t have a body right now… and you’d still be looking for me. Did you forget that Purple?”

“… Yes that is true… come to think of it… we… actually haven’t come across someone that has betrayed us or even tried to. Not every human is trustworthy but there are trustworthy humans out there like Tory.”

Calum could only shrug. “Maybe-depends on how long you knew this person. Troy..”  The name was interesting. Maybe a ransom or something was safer--no. That still would mean fighting two legendaries. He’d never survive that. 

“Still better not to blindly trust. And even then: well, there are some places you really should avoid. Places were thieves just gather.”

“Nonsense. You’re still injured, and it would be best if you rested up.” 

there was a certain tone in his voice. It wouldn’t take a genus to figure out, that he’d no intention of releasing her right away. 

Still, he wasn’t making any move to stop her.

“N-no no!  I’m p-perfectly fine!”

She backs up, gulping.

“I don’t want to impose any more!”

“you’re not imposing, and you were injured. It wouldn’t be right to just abandon you to the wilds, where your injuries could get worse. “ 

How long was he going to be able to keep up these lies, anyway? It seamed she was already suspicious. Or at least, worried about his career path. 

“you’re welcome.” 

He couldn’t tell exactly how restless the pokemon had become. He knew they were at least more alert. Though with any luck, the thing would still be kept in the dark. There was still a chance they’d be able to escape: psychic types were pretty good at that. 

He shook his head. “I know. Its-most pokemon aren’t a fan of my work, ether. But its needed: especially in emergencies. “

“Wh-What exactly do you do?”

She was afraid to ask, honestly, but curiosity was too strong.  She had to know.   Despite this, she backed up a bit, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.  

He tilted his head for a moment, and shook his head. He noticed the subtle movement. The smaller one was completely spooked. 

“As I said-I don’t exactly do a lot. I capture pokemon in groups-and send them elsewhere. Ether to the highest bidder, or to research groups that hired me in the first place.” 

 “I don’t really know what happens to them afterwards. Some are released, some aren’t. But this place was designed to hold a lot of them. I say this not to scare you: but things like anti-psychic barriers are already in place for the doors and windows, and I don’t want you getting startled!

He looked to the green one. And then to the Purple one. So they called each other by their colors? Was that true of all deoxys? 

Maybe they had trainers at some point? 

“They’re for different sorts of pokemon. I help a few collectors and researchers. The people who need a lot of a pokemon at a time.” 

Most of them were thieves. Still, these pokemon, didn’t need to know that. 

“Really you help people? That’s a nice thing to do.” The green one said before they created a small green diamond shaped aurora that floated around him. It sure is pretty.

This aurora means friend unless ones knows how to speak through auroras or a device that can tell what it says one cannot know this. Still it is pretty interesting.

The purple one seems to have changed into their Attack Forme with a glare. They didn’t trust him at all.

He visibly shuddered at the change of form. He didn’t want to die. Not today, and not to the hands of some twisted, overpowered pokemon!

He made a quiet noise. “If I intended to sell you two, I wouldn’t have opened the cage, right? I mean, i’m sure there’s curious scientists out there, but my work mostly involves birds and bugs. Or really tiny mammals, like the Rattatas.”