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Ignorant to the storm brewing above Roche turned and kicked after Nyxia as the plunged into the dark depths, leaving behind the gentle sunlight above as their path grew illuminated by the light of the Omega Obliterator. 

The panoply of sea life that even the casual beach divers were unlikely to sea was a cool balm against Roche's soul just as the chill seawater caressed her skin. It was quiet against her ear, feeling rather then listening to the shift in current or the warble of bubbles passing by. Yet life was abundant, and colorful fish passed by without a care so long as she kept her space. 

While the others may have needed some cajoling, Roche could admit to herself she needed this vacation more then she needed it as a training trip. A change of pace after running herself into a rut. She certainly hoped they'd find some manner of underwater Miseria, but if they didn't she wasn't going to be nearly as torn up as Nyxia might be. 

For all that the others doubted the prospect of deep sea miseria, Roche was confident they existed. Japan was an island nation, a nation of fishers, and one whose identity was tied intrinsically to the stormy seas. That monsters of darkness wouldn't be below those waves was a greater leap in logic then the reverse. After all, sea fairing history did abound with stories of sea monsters, and they couldn't all be dinosaurs or hallucinations. 

[color=orange][i]And if I'm wrong there's always underwater sparring. Resistance training with this much pressure should get some results.[/i][/color] The Rule Keeper thought, burying any further consideration as she sped up her kicks, pulling alongside Nyxia as the glow of her tattoos joined that of the laser canon. Two beacons eager and hopeful they'd lure some predator out of the dark.