It's Raining Men... (Greenhouse)

[EriChar]

“Storm’s are such a pain!” Screamed Bay, rowing a teeny tiny row boat in the middle of a fierce storm. Bay was a botanist, not a navigator, he had no idea that the sea’s would be this rough, and now regretted his original notion that he could take a row boat to visit the islands surrounding his homeland, the Queendom of Ciudadela. While he was a pretty strong guy, even now he wasn’t particularly tired out from the rowing he was doing, it was now starting to make sense as to why people preferred vessels with sails, it wasn’t just because they were lazy.

He had been in such a rush, having wanting to get straight to the sea and follow his goals, he’d quickly bought some supplies which he had loaded into a row boat that he’d borrowed from, well whoever had left it there without keeping an eye on it. He hadn’t even said goodbye to his mother, just rushed to the harbour straight from his encounter at the palace, not taking any time to rest. The seas were calm when he set off, so he took a nap in the boat and was rudely awakened by the pitter-patter of raindrops as he slept.

Bay picked up a compass, turning it around and even upside down, as if it would tell him which way he needed to go to get out of the storm he was in. The thing still stubbornly pointed to north, so in a slight tantrum he tossed it back to the bag with his supplies, angrily shouting “This thing’s no use!”
A makeshift covering had been constructed by Bay from his coat, sitting over a small plant pot which now contained the seed of the Parrot Plant he had taken from the garden of the palace, even if he got soaked and windswept from the current storm, that plant wouldn’t feel any ill effect from it.

As he rowed around, soaking wet from the rain and ocean spray, thunder booming in his ears as lighting crashed all around, Bay tried to persevere and endure the conditions. He looked upwards, into the rain for a moment and felt a thick drop spat onto his right cheek.
“Yuck!” Said the annoyed botanist, pausing in his rowing to wipe the mess off him, and as he brought his hand away, saw that the raindrop that had hit him was more like a thick, black tar than water. Taking a moment to look around his rowing boat, Bay saw that these thick, past like blobs were falling all over it, and all Bay could say was “What the hell?”

[Cirrus]

The 'Black Cloud' would have chuckled at his misfortune. In any other circumstance, literally becoming one's own epithet would be humerous. Alas, it had happened to him. That thug's punch had carried more force than he had anticipated, and while he had transformed himself into ash just in time, Dylan had still ended up being blown away into the sky. And then this had happened. Water had condensed on his cooling ash form, and quickly he became trapped within a cloud. Luckily, the ash was still hot enough for the doctor to resist becoming some kind of supercell, but eventually he had to succumb to the fact that he was drowning.

However, Dylan's luck seemed to know no bounds; the doctor was now being rained out in a storm in South Blue. Furthermore, a boat had managed to situate itself underneath his cloud. So, as his breath was becoming short, so was the length of time he had to remain within the fluffly death-trap that was his current 'home'. Soon all of the doctor was on the boat, along with around 2 inches of water. Dylan had no eyes, and therefore couldn't see. This was rather a blessing to the innocent green-haired lad, for the 48,000,000 beli bounty head would have flown into a rage at the sheer stupidity of someone such as Bay to row out in a storm like this.

Feeling it adequate to make his presence known, Dylan began to reform himself. In such a low level of water, the harmful properties of the seas were reduced, and as such it took only a little more energy than usual. The black cement like substance within the rainwater started to move, like a monster out of a horror film. It swirled around for a second, forming intricate patterns and shapes in the water. Then it formed spherical lattice structures, which in turn grouped together and absorbed one another. Eventually these formed arms, and legs, and a head, and a torso. The process finished and Dylan's form was rendered in the flesh standing on the boat. Dylan stared into the eyes of the green-haired lad in front of him, and felt a deep feeling of despair growing in his stomach.

A kid? I'm stuck on a rowboat in the middle of a storm with a KID?!

Annoyance showed on the face of the wanted doctor, before Dr. Wolf put on a visage of friendliness as to not make a bad first impression. Years of experience as the best doctor on Water 7 had taught him that patients reacted differently depending on their mood, and he figured that this would be no different. Offering a hand to shake, Dylan tried to ignore the fact that the water on the boat had decided to make a run for it in the air since he arrived. In fact, trying not to ignore it made it even more of a big deal in his mind, and a worrying thought burrowed its way to the forefront of the perpetually swirling mass of questions.

How long until I send this place up in flames?