[center][h2][color=silver]~ Vikki ~[/color][/h2][/center]

Vikki eyed the sea monster and the few additional people who reached the deck. Her mind was rapidly forming a plan A, B, C, etc...which were all immediately thrown off-kilter by the arrival of a second beast. [color=silver]"They [i]speak[/i] too?"[/color] she muttered to herself. The others on deck were thankfully not trying anything stupid, so Vikki was able to formulate a plan.

[color=silver]"Oh, I heard it,"[/color] Vikki called back to the blue-haired woman. [color=silver]"But I don't speak Loch Ness."[/color] Looking around, she took stock of what she remembered from the files she read on the people around her. A moment of calm returned, so Vikki quickly outlined the plan.

[color=silver]"Alright, listen up. We're probably not going to able to be able to do much to that creature from a distance so we're going to try to lure it to where we can do some more damage. We'll worry about the smaller creature later...if anyone can translate aquatic, do so. Next time it surfaces, anyone with ranged projectiles or abilities should use them immediately. That should be most of you. If any of you can agitate the water to get him to surface, do so. Then, be ready to fight it head on. Go for the mouth and eyes, and don't get eaten. Everyone bunch up around me - we don't want any stragglers to get picked off."[/color]

She drew her two katanas and kept her head on a swivel, waiting for the beast to surface.

[center][h2][color=red]~ Mizuki ~[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=red]"It's Kelly,"[/color] Mizuki said tersely, ignoring the shapeshifter's other attempts at apology and electing to use her human name again. She noted mentally with some annoyance that Prometheus probably already knew her actual name and who/what she really was, but then again in the five years that had passed she wouldn't be surprised if everyone did. Not that she much cared. [color=red]"Believe me, people have made [u]much[/u] worse first impressions to me than you did,"[/color] she replied, in a half-hearted attempt to quell the man's admittedly amusing blush. She just didn't like people blushing at her. The [i]zenko[/i] side of her would, perhaps, but that side of her was quite dormant.

She raised her eyebrows at his gesture for her to enter first and walked in the door, hoping Prometheus wouldn't give her any trouble for doing so. After all, she was supposed to be there.