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Stan dropped the shells and other little creatures that Ford had tasked him with finding, holding up his hands to try and show that he meant no harm. He was surprised he knew English, but that just made it easier to talk to him. Stan could hear his brother now gushing over this new creature he found and could only guess at what questions he would ask him.

“I don’t want ta hurt ya.” Stan took a half step closer before thinking better of it and staying where he was. Don’t want to piss off the guy with tentacles all around him. “I do want ta help ya get that thing outta your arm. Looks like you’re strugglin’ with it.” It looked like it sucked, definietly more painful then anything they had on the boat.

He moved his hands to pull out his pockets and move his coat so that he would see he didn’t have anything on him to hurt him. “See? I’ve got nothin’ on me. Well, I got my lucky knife I don’t leave home without but it’s a papercut ta you if I even wanted to use it.” Stan held it up, small even in his hands, before putting it in his breast pocket so he could see if he ever moved to use it.

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The artist’s heart RACED as she made her way towards the aquarium.  She had been looking for a more stable job than a freelance artist for a while, and had come across a rather interesting advertisement.  Apparently, this facility had managed to capture quite an interesting creature, one that had yet to be identified and who could be rather aggressive.  The researchers were in search of someone who could masquerade as an aquatic companion in order to soothe them.  Included in the advertisement was an image of the most beautiful specimen she had ever seen.  They were tall with shimmering freckles that glowed like a myriad of stars across their dark skin.  A plethora of tentacles cascaded down from their head, partially hiding their frightened expression.  Her heart physically A C H E D at the thought of what could cause such an expression.  Scarlet had seen her fair share of monster films, always sympathizing with who was supposed to be feared, as for most of her life she too had been treated like a monster.  At least this facility seemed to care at least a tad for this mercreature’s well being if they were looking for someone to act as a companion for them.  As quickly as her delicate fingers could type, she applied for the position, and within the week she had been interviewed and hired.  They must have been in a desperate search for someone willing to spend time in the creature’s enclosure even with the safety measures they had in place.  

Upon entering the aquarium, she immediately made her way to the back in order for costume and makeup, not even taking a moment to look around.  It was as though she had blinders on and was purely focused on her goal of getting closer to that magnificent entity before being whisked away to the their enclosure.  A few members of staff would remain close by should anything go wrong, she was told as they lowered her onto one of the many rocks that were sprinkled across the man made shore.  There she sat, trying her hardest to look as non-threatening as possible.

Given time beforehand to design her character, Scarlet decided on a bit of a battered look, hopefully one that would inspire sympathy rather than fear from the creature, since the scars that littered her back, hands, and arms would be visible.  The shape of her tale was inspired by the fins of both beta and lionfish, with tattered fins trailing down the length of her tail and by her hips like ripped lace.  For the color scheme, she took inspiration from deep sea fish, with contact lenses that gave her eyes a completely white appearance.  The scales on her tail, webbed fingers adorned with nails shaped like claws, as well as the painted on scales scattered across her cheekbones and temples gave off an iridescent s h i m m e r with white shifting to pale pinks and violet in the rippling light reflected by the water.  Her top and waist were wrapped in bits of fish nets, although partially hidden by long white locks cascading down her back to her waist, giving the appearance that her character had been captured like her companion.  

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She briskly walked into the aquarium, not entirely prepared for her first day of the job.  She had been hired to play the part of a mermaid, to play the part of a companion for their newest creature in an attempt to reduce its hostility.  Quickly, she got to work with makeup for her character, taking inspiration from deep sea life, and utilizing her scars to create a character to inspire sympathy.  While she DETESTED her scars, those on her back were pretty well covered with her top and long snowy locks that reached her waist.  Pale, iridescent fins had various tears in them along her arms and tail, her eyes completely whitened out with contacts, and netting wrapped around her bra and where her tail met flesh, all to create a story that she too had been captured.  

She was brought to the tank, lowered in with fruits and dead fish to use in order to better gain its trust.  Perching herself onto a rock, she scanned the waters for any movement, locking onto a dark shadow lurking below.  Carefully, she tossed one of the fish into the water, just wanting to see the creature up close.  She flicked her tail, fins dipping into the water to create ripples in an attempt to let it know she was there.   

It was one of those nights where she had been having trouble sleeping, despite being nestled up against Mangu’s chest, his tentacles draped around her.  She felt tiny in his arms.  He’d gotten taller -- he had a good couple of feet over her now -- and she was still getting used to his sudden growth spurt.  It felt nice, though, to be cradled in his arms.  It felt safe.

That didn’t solve her problem of not being able to sleep, though.  The only sounds were the wind and the waves -- normally a lullaby, but that night they sounded impossibly loud.  She wriggled around, moving to where she could press some groggy kisses to Mangu’s cheek.

JJ lazily rested in the back of his van, doors opened up as he overlooked the beach from the high point of the pier. He had been contacted, surprisingly, to guard the local fishermen and produce around the area - Supposedly, from a monster.

Nets cut loose, fish remains discovered, and certainly no sharks in this area to be the source of all the confusion. That’s why he’s here now, where JJ hoped for some action soon, rather than patiently waiting like the fishermen at their jobs. He was a hero, heroes went into action, right? Though, he did enjoy the break away from common thugs and wacky villains, a time to cut back, relax, and watch the glistening sun hover over the sea.