How far had she swam? Melissa Devaroux, the hidden mermaid amongst the humans of the underworld. She had not revealed her her true form to anyone yet. With a bounty on her, she wasn't stupid. She had managed to swim away for a little bit of alone time, swimming away from Yoruba deep in the water. She had decided to practice some more techniques. Having learned the ability to shoot water from her hands like a bullet. She decided that when dealing with the sea, she was still somewhat off a novice in shaping it. She had yet to see any fantastic sea creatures so she decided deep in the ocean, this was the best place for her to practice. "Okay Melissa. Shaping" she said to herself. Reaching out her hands, she grasped at the water. Now many would be unable to do what she did, water was untouchable to most, yet her race and those of fishmen descent had such unique properties. The water came to her, even surrounded by the salty blue, she could feel it, she could see the orb of water in her hands.
The long, hag like fingers carressed the orb as if it were a child to her, much like one would do with a snowball, she began to compress it down into a perfect sphere. Her aim was to create a certain attack, she had dubbed it already "MERMAID STREAM" sure it was a bit on the nose, but so was her nail claws. Why have fancy names when you can get right too it. "So all I have to do is direct it" she said as she pulled the orb in close. Her fingers penetrated it, pushing out the water in the direction she wished. The stream of water moving forth, breaching the top of the ocean, arcing into the air before diving back into the ocean. Pushing her body into the stream, she was shot forth, following the water much like a water stream. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE, I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT I KNOW SOMETHINGS STARTING RIGHT NOW" she sang with a giggle as she also breached the oceans entrance, flowing through the stream before the embracing sea held her once more. "That was awesome" she giggled as she spun around the ocean. "Least I'm good at something".
She was good at water manipulation. In fact she was much better at it than most fishmen and mermaids. It seemed she had an affinity for it, being able to direct water, to shape it and create what she needed was almost second nature to her. She could create items and her signature weapons with a small amount of water. This was her first big manipulation technique, and she had been worried that it would prove too difficult, trying to compress water within the water itself seemed like a silly idea, but it had been effortless. Again and again she practiced, the technique that she was using, it didn't falter, she didn't waver and it moved how she wanted it too. There was no need to halt her performance. Each time she broke the swell she sang in delight. She could do this. She could grow.
How long had she been out here, how long had the ocean been embracing her. She couldn't imagine not being able to swim, not being able to be caressed by the currents. As she lay upon a rock that broke from the oceans depths. She would look out to the empty expansive blue canvas that lay before her. Like a siren she was singing, an alluring song. While doing so, her hand's were manipulating the water that dripped from her, backwards and forwards, rolling it around her palms, twisting it and playing with it as if it were clay, shaping it into shapes, stars, squares and circles. She toyed with it, creating a hoop that encircled her hand. "I wonder" she thought to herself, condensing the water, she used her wrist to spin the water, much like one would use their waist to spin a hoop. The water spun, faster and faster, a soft whirling sound erupted upwards becoming the melody of her song. Striking the rock with this spinning water, she would lose concentration in utter shock as the water sliced through the rock bed. "That.....thats new" she uttered to herself. Standing to her full height, which also wasn't very tall. She would allow the wind to pass into her, the tentacles upon her head dancing in the breeze. The cold nip of the sea air making her feel so alive. "Lets try this again" she said out loud, her voice carried by the wind. One step, then another.
She leaped, a perfect dive, the resulting splash was more like a plop than anything else, her flippers pushing through the ocean, propelling her with such speed. She spun her wrists. The water circling her once more, this technique, it was one that many would find futile. But given her weakened hands, this would help mitigate this. Her hands were very badly damaged from the deformity, so using them to do things was harder for her. These circling saws would allow her to help defend against attacks as well as become an offensive weapon without needing to injure her hands. She had her Katana creation, which also mitigated this but sometimes she needed something a bit closer.
So as she swam, she allowed these saws to dance in the water, to spin ever so perfectly. Combining this with mermaid combat, she had so many ideas. So many thoughts on how it could be used in the future. She had never really felt like this, strategising her own techniques. It was indeed fun. "I do need to start working on my swordsman ship" she said to herself as she returned to the rock. The saws fading back into the harmless drops of water, returning to their mothers bossom. "Morgan tried training me, I should go back to the basics. I wonder if" she would stand upon the rock, the saws forming around her wrists once more, her ability to mold water was her greatest strength, She would begin to perform the kata that Morgan once used to train her in. It certainly didn't feel the same, "No good with these" she said. "Guess thats why its called swordsmanship and not sawmanship" she laughed....god she was an idiot.
How long had it been since they arrived at Yoruba. Two weeks? Three weeks? This sneaking around was becoming tiresome, but Melissa just wasn't ready to let these underworld goons know who she was. As she sat upon the familiar rock that now held a wound from her previous training last week. The split tailed mermaid would gently run a finger over her wound. She had gotten this from that little rat Toruta. Whenever she thought about him. It angered her. She couldn't believe he had survived. Being with Rigel, she had been trying to learn to curve her anger, but her hatred and need for revenge against him and Arabella had yet to be quelled. She also needed to know who betrayed the crew and why. Though she couldn't just keep taking hits. Not like she did against him, he had scarred her body three times now, this to Melissa felt like he had marked her for himself. She would not allow him to walk away with another shot. She needed something that could help defend her, and of course, she turned to the water. The water had always been her friend. A shield of some sort, or a watery skin, though a skin of water would probably not provide that much defence. So something like a coloumn, something thick enough and something she could control the consistency off. It would probably use a lot of water, so she would have to if using this without a body of water use at least all of her water in one go.
She would submerge herself and begin to shape the water, first grasping it, pulling it towards her and shaking it out, much like one did with bedding sheets before hanging them out to dry. She pulled it with great intensity and vigor, feeling it grow heavier and heavier in her hands, she swamp upwards and broke the swell, landing upon the rock with this large blanket of water, she twisted it, controrting it. "This....this isn't as.....sooo" she panted. She was trying too do too much. It was so heavy..she tried to pull it, tried to twist it into a coloumn, her face reddened as she strained, untill...SPLASH. The water broke from her grip, she fell to the ground sweating from the exertion, though it didnt seem like she did too much, the pressure to build something heavy and big enough to do what she wanted it to do was certainly too severe for her right now.
"Gotta go smaller" she murmered to herself. Taking a look at herself, Melissa would judge her sizing, before reaching down, this time not submerging herself, but simply grasping the water as if it were a bed sheet. She wrapped it upwards and yanked it towards her, pushing one hand further inside to maintain a controlling hold. The water she pulled was about a foot thick, while it just covered her entire body from the front. It wasn't something that curved around her. She still strained though. It was something she would have to work on. She would continue to do so until she could maintain it, she couldnt keep it up for long but the more she practiced, the quicker she got at shaping this watery defense.
