How bizarre it was to watch a massive black and white whale shrink down to the size of a man, right before the warlock's very eyes. Brennan's silvery blue gaze couldn't help but widen, unable to pry his own gaze away from that distressing sight, where a form of half man and beast appeared before him. It was just all kinds of wrong. He had seen far stranger things, including far uglier ones within that hell dimension itself and arguably within this very city. Of course, it was not the weirdest thing he had seen but it was pretty up there. His dark brow raised upward, tipping his head slightly to take in the sight of the merman. Yet even so, he could not tie back that anger which rises. Hot scalding anger that this... strange were had nearly decimated his boat. HIS boat, that he had spent thousands of hours constructing and mending from years of neglect, only to have it potentially unhinged from this fucking fish! The orca-man spoke once more, his voiced laced with humour while Brennan possessed none in return for him. "I am still not entirely sure that I won't." His irish accented words easily flowed from him, that wry humour only partially there and yet the deadly look in his eye suggested he might just back up those words.

Yet his head nearly pounds in a piece-of-work headache as Barnabus seemed to not want to shut the hell up. His incessant barking wearing on the warlocks last nerve. Barnabus' teeth bared, saliva spittle spraying in that Cujo sort of way, one would expect no less from a hellhound. That once seemingly sweet dog's eyes nearly glowed that hellish inferno and part of him wondered if Serafina's charmed collar would be enough to withhold that glamour against a beast of hell. With reluctance Barney seemed to calm down from Brennan's firm command. Yet that glowering look offered the bringer of chaos bobbing in the water grew no less potent. He would have done them both a favour if he could just swim off.

However, there was no such luck as that other man seemed almost offended by Brennan's impromptu nickname of him. Flipper, a name he thought entirely fitting even if he wasn't a dolphin. Did it really matter? Definitely not to the warlock, an unruly smirk tugged upon the roguish man's lips. "You look like a fish, Flipper is a suitable name. I will continue to call you Flipper for as long as you keep pissing me off. How do you like the sound of that? Eh, Flipper?" Mischief flashed within his eyes as if daring him to do something about it.

There was almost a dramatic way in which the were seems to respond to the Warlock, that disappointed look at Brennan's response at not seeing any whales. So Flipper had feelings... how uninclined he was to care of the fragile feelings of the man that threatened his boat's safety. "With a name like Flipper, those dolphins might take you in." He seemed to goad the man, his own laughter escaping him from his own joke. He was still pissed off about his boat becoming a scratching post. No one fucked with April Rose.

This meeting was going about as well as a hungry shark swimming around a bleeding human. Brennan listened to the other man's words offering a shrug in return. "What do you expect? You messed with my home. I built this boat with my own two hands, no one mucks with it." Those accented words defended.

Brennan was arguing with a fish and yet, in the world they lived in, this hardly seemed like the most farfetched thing. The other man then speaks again admitting that he wouldn't touch his boat. "Then you and I will get along just fine.. you might need to work on Barney though, he isn't as easy." Idly, his hand then reaches to scruff up the fur on the top of his head, his eyes unblinking as they stare murderously at the fish-man.

The man... creature thing bobbing in the water babbled happily, half human an beast.. thing. He stopped his boat for this. That thought alone caused a rough sigh to exhale from his lips as Brennan ran an idle hand through his messy sea kissed hair.

"I suppose there is a first time for everything and I have seen a lot of weird." He eyes the man who suddenly plummets into the ocean depths, slightly curious as to what he was planning to do next, leaning forward to capture a look. The man unexpectedly bursts forth from the sea, full orca, that partial man no longer to be seen beneath that white and black blubber. The heft of his massive form rocked his boat, nearly sending poor Barney off the edge and into the dark waters of the ocean.

Brennan was certainly not prepared for the spray of water caused from his crashing form, that scene almost comical as warlock and hellhound ended up entirely drenched by the cold air. He wipes the water from his face, with a sheer look of dripping disdain. The warlock's face was hardly pleased with this a.d.d. whale who was clearly in need of Ritalin in the worst way. The shifter once again, shifted into that merman looking thing once more just so his laughter could irritate Brennan further. It earned him a rather steely look, he had certainly been doused with worse but the warlock was far from impressed, his own moon quickly souring further.

"Really? All I see is a dead man. I can see why your pod discarded you." He said perhaps a little too spitefully. But now he looked and felt like a drowned rat, and the wind chilled him to the bone. His patience level was practically non-existent. "I would get to thinking that the chances of finding them are next to nothing." He spat, turning his back on the whale, hoping he would get the picture and go. Yet something tugged at the Irish man.... "So.. how does one get to losing them in the first place?"

Brennan O'Connell