The very moment the creature of the sea had surfaced, the rain had grown twice as merciless. Large raindrops - so ice-cold that it was surprising this was still rain and not hail - drum the deck in a furious fashion. The beast’s gleaming, yellow eyes, each about as big as Calum’s head, stay fixated on the man aboard the boat.
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.
“I am Kyogre. You may call me Revia, if you’d be more comfortable using personal name,” the man introduces himself. He may talk in a calm manner, but it was obvious that beneath the surface, a quit rage was stirring. “If I tell you I am also known as the “guardian of the seas,” I assume you’ll realize why I’ve come.” He views Calum with a sharp gaze, observing him. Usually he pays no mind to humans, but this one both fascinates and enrages him. “What is your name, human?” the Kyogre asks. He then focuses his yellow eyes on the Wingull. “I assume this is your… partner, as you humans call it?” The bird does not seem mistreated, which was all he needed to know right now. It also does not seem strong enough to defeat him, at least on it’s own, but the Kyogre knew better than to underestimate. Calum had to be a capable trainer to survive this far from the shore alone. Whoever would win their battle, there would still be pain and destruction for both.
