Serene felt victorious when he agreed with her offer to put him in a cage, her neutral expression brightening just slightly with an amused smile. The siren seemed to have some bite to him, which meant he would actually be fun to interact with; most creatures either always lashed out nonstop or were too scared to move a mere inch or breath wrong. It was depressing to think about, but alas.. it was the cruel truth when it came to bounty hunting. Fear was what ruled the industry, both when it came down to how bounty hunters viewed each other and the creatures` neverending fear of one day being caught and sold.. perhaps even just merely killed for what they had to offer. The Blackwell Company, however, specialized specifically with the more deadly and fierce beings that were out there. For a moment, Serene shifted her attention onto the new crewmembers, beckoning them over when they caught her intense stare.

``You lot will get to experience what it`s like to move a siren now, got it?`` she spoke clearly, even if there was clear boredom in her voice. Although she knew how important it was for them to learn how to do certain tasks, she refused to be a teacher most of the time; transporting these creatures was incredibly important though and she didn`t really trust someone else to teach them how to do it. If her father had, they wouldn`t have even been able to lay a single hand on the net anyways. ``He shouldn`t thrash.. too much.``

The woman straightened herself and moved aside, eyeing the men as they gave each other uncertain looks. Eventually, they mustered the courage to grab the corners of the net and start walking towards the stairs that led below deck to the cages. Serene followed them closely, frowning whenever one of them tripped or dragged the poor siren over a harsh part of the deck`s flooring. She had presumed he had run out of energy since he was much more still now, something she was grateful for at the moment.

Sage grit his teeth together when the amused smile formed on the girls face again, heat rushing onto his cheeks. It took all his patience not to act out now....that wouldnt work, and she knew what she was doing. She didn't seem to fear him at all, so he had no advantages here. In fact....he had a while pile of disadvantages. But he forced himself to stay still, to wait. Patience had never been a strong suit of his - he had never needed it much, he supposed. He tried to steer clear of mermaids as much as possible, since the law stated they had the power and could pretty well do what they wanted if they found a male. So he kept to himself.

As the men crowed around him, heasitantly, he took the opportunity to bare his teeth slightly, with a low hiss as they moved to pick the net up, the fibers digging in again. Luckily, his gills were clear this time, but it still hurt. So did getting dragged across the rough deck....which his scales were tough, they weren't invincible, and his skin wasnt much harder to scrape up than any of theirs.

When he was almost to the doors they were heading to, he made his move. A quick shift, rolling over to get the men off balance and get out of the net. A powerful thrust of his tail, knocking them all down. The ones closest to him were dead, he could tell that....at least two of them. Others were likely badly injured. Some were getting back up though, so he rolled again, making to grab a hold of the railing so he could haul himself over.

At the last second, though, a sharp pain hit his tail and stopped him from reaching the railing by only a few inches. A pained yelp escaped his throat, and he whipped around, panicking again when he saw some kind of spear had gone through one of the delicate fins on his tail, pinning him to the deck of the ship. It wasn't a wound that would bleed out, but it hurt. A lot. And it would make any kind of movement difficult. He was surrounded again, then, his chance of escape lost as he was bound up in a net again roughly and a prick of something hitting his neck. He barely made out the form of a syringe in the hand of one of the men before his vision grew fuzzy and his muscles relaxed, his form slumping against the deck. Damn it. Now he really couldn't do anything. He tried to move, but only succeeded in a few weak twitches before even that was too much effort.

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(also idk if you'd rather pm this stuff or not but I was just wondering if they have other merfolk in their warehouse or wherever they keep their creatures and stuff?)

It took sage a while to come to, the dosage had been prepared well for a creature of his size. When his eyes finally opened again, he was still groggy. Very groggy. He shifted, attempting to move, but he was still in the metal cage as opposed to a tank with water ...so he couldnt do very much even if he wasn't still pretty well affected by the tranquilizer. But he was, and despite his instinct to move away from the girl who was still next to the cage, he couldn't shift his tail away enough to actually get her to stop touching him.

He'd sensed her there, before he'd even opened his eyes....and now he could make out the blurry image of her there. He couldn't quite tell what she was doing yet, since his brain wasn't quite awake yet, but he blinked a few times, trying to force his eyes to work at least.

After a minute or two he had guessed she was helping him...she was messing around by the wound he'd received, but it didn't hurt. At least, he couldn't feel any pain, so that's what he imagined was happening. So, he kept his eyes on her, but stopped trying to fight whatever it was she'd decided to do. His eyes were still glazed over from the tranquilizer, breathing still slow and steady despite the emotions rolling over around in his chest.

It was a while before his vision cleared enough to look around, but when he did he almost wished he hadn't. There were mythical creatures everywhere...alive and otherwise. There were parts of them too, and his eyes landed on a decently large tank nearby his cage where two female sirens were watching him curiously. He wrinkled his nose slightly, not really wanting to respond to their waves, so he moved his gaze onward. That was when he noticed the buckets full of siren scales....ones the same colors as the mermaids in the tank. He swallowed hard, quickly looking away again. When all he saw was more of the same types of things, he just curled up on the hard metal there, wrapping his tail around to cover his face with the fin, just making himself as small as possible in the cage, just trying not to think about all of this.

Of course, men came back soon enough, this time with what looked to be a doctor or veterinarian of some kind. He curled tighter up into himself, though a rope was wrapped around his tail and he was dragged out and onto the floor. He could see clearly, and move a bit more, but they'd timed this right, and it wasn't hard to pin him down for the doctor to start gathering equipment and....whatever else he was doing. He wasn't entirely sure what all was happening. He just watched as he pulled out a light, grabbing his face and tilting it towards him so he could shine it in his eyes, nose, mouth, that sort of thing. That was quick, then he moved on to poke and prod at the rest of his body, no doubt doing some kind of physical. Blood work, that sort of thing. He didn't like it one bit, but he couldn't fight yet. It was all he could do to lay there, letting out furious hisses and chirps in his own language as the Doctor continued to do his examination.