A caged fish

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. 

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.

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

He took a breath. 

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.

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?

He tried not to laugh. The poor thing. 

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

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 tried not to laugh. The poor thing. 

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

“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?”

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. 

She backs up, gulping.

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. 

“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.” 

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.” 

“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.