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[center][h2][color=0072bc]Beryl Harken[/color][/h2][/center]

Luke's assumption of Beryl's situation had been spot on. She had frozen midstep as soon as she had seen the giant pool on the cruise ship. The next minute had been a series of guilty and conflicted glances between the still walking Luke and the enclosed body of water. She did not want to just leave her friend alone but...but.

[color=0072bc][i]SWIMMING[/i][/color]

With one last glance at Luke's back Beryl tossed her mp3 player and scroll onto a nearby chair and took off running for the pool, a massive smile on her face. She lept as soon as she hit the edge, a graceful dive that would send her slicing into the water like a knife. Or it would have until she glimpsed something through the large lounge window

[color=0072bc][i]Was that a strange man talking to Bianc-[/i][/color]

[b]Splat[/b]

The graceful dive into something more reminiscent of a bellyflop. For a second the still fully clothed otter Faunus floated slightly under the surface of the water. Then she shifted, turning to a more normal upright position that left her eyes just above the surface of the water. And staring directly at the stranger talking to her friend.

[color=0072bc][i]Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii[/i][/color]