Vermilion City Harbour | Early Afternoon
Dahlia  | Viggo 
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After leaving the past group from Johto, the pair had gone a fair distance in travel. Though having no true sense of direction, they found themselves looking up at the runs of a city. "V- Viggo?" The soft spoken Lapras felt unease in her gut. The city before them, once lush ad vibrant with the colours of gold flint and cinnamon, was now rubble. Buildings were burned and smashed, nothing left to have ever made it seem like there was life there. Flash backs of Goldenrod played in the back of her mind and she ducked her head to avoid looking at it, instead studying her own reflection in the water. The water a deep green and blue, the large eyes she saw reflected back were sorrowed and exhausted. "Aye, lass? What be botherin' ya?"
Viggo's voice was further up, the call louder as he was forced to make up the distance, and the Lapras slowly raised her head again to catch his dark shell in the moving waves. He had been the only one to stay so loyally by her side, the dual type would have gone mad if not for his help endless times. She trusted him more than she trusted herself by that point, and a rare smile graced her features. "Do you really think this is the best place?" Dahlia asked him in her British accent, her expression growing harder as she glanced around them. "W-we could be ambushed," she stuttered, her skin growing cold with the thought of another bout with the infected.
Viggo dipped beneath the waves, his charcoal shell and deep blue scales blending him into invisibility beneath the shimmering surface before popping back up at the female's side. Their time together had been very enjoyable to the old fossil, and even as he looked up at her, pride swelled within him. The wounds she had sustained months ago had scabbed up, the scratches on her breast just lines and the chunk out of her forefin wrapped up. Neither had bled or showed signs of infection so the old Irishman remained positive. "Aye, aye, course it is. In fact, a great find for us," the Tirtouga added mysteriously, his sparkling gaze landing on the far end of the harbour.
"Wh- what? What could possibly be here?" Confused, the dual type frowned. He was not normally so enigmatic, but the way he shot so quickly through the water was infectious. Soon Dahlia herself was also bursting with excitement. When he did nothing to answer her, the Lapras merely followed suit, though slower, as she drifted near to the shores of the city.
Though Dahlia felt her own heart ache with need for her old trainer, and not for the first or last time she prayed he was alright as her gaze flickered from the ruins back to the water. Viggo was not exactly keeping up a slow pace, and she found herself being forced to propel forward to reach him again. "Viggo!" she called out in a laugh. "Slow down for the rest of us, ya old shell!" She teased him openly, but even then Dahlia received nothing but a chuckle in response. He was in a good mood, as was she, something rare and ever taken for granted. Dahlia let her eyes close and she hummed softly, warm in the sun's rays.
Her dozing did not last long though, as the pair slowly made their way through the harbour to a monstrous sight. The Lapras gasped loudly, her jaw falling slack to gape at the monster as the Tirtouga merely beamed, smug.
Before them was the largest cruise ship Dahlia had ever seen, but the entire thing was on it's side in the water, two thirds of it under the waves while the bottom of the boat still peaked out on the side.
"Aye... the wreckage of the Anne."