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Celestic Town || Morning | 1

The loan Raichu moves swiftly through the blizzard, using Magnet Rise to stay above the suddenly frozen terrain. He thought he saw a town in here, but it was lost within the violent storm.

The raichu guesses that he has already passed into the town, but he is having trouble finding anywhere to take cover. He winds his tail around the middle of his cloak, trying to keep in some of his heat.

Suddenly, over the winds, he caught something. An intense fiery glow pierced the blinding environment randomly towards the left. Although he would not normally go towards something strange, he does not appear to have much of a choice here. He quickly flies down a long flight of steps, eventually passing a small shrine as he goes towards the place he saw the lighting at.

As he makes his way towards the dying source, a melted cave opening unveils before him. Scorch marks singe the white-specked grass outside it, but there is nobody in sight. Then, he hears someone shouting. It is indeterminate at first, but as he carefully nears the frozen entrance he sees something dashing out of it. A Bulbasaur is darting out of the cave mouth, with a succession of Ice Beams bolting past it. It does not look infected, but it is the only thing he can see in this storm. Better anyone than nothing, he decides.

He stays afloat, now wanting to come close to the Pokémon cautious of it being dangerous. It would be very odd to just go up to someone in this storm, so he comes up with a quick idea. Unfurling his long tail, he stores a strong thunderbolt in it to light it up. It cuts through the obscuring white, definitely bright enough for the Bulbasaur to notice it and follow him if it wants. Coming just within the view of the stranger, he calls out in his hardy, warning voice. He waves one of his hands to further get its attention.

“Bulbasaur, come with me if you want to live!” He then turns and slowly drifts off, his powerful light illuminating even through the bluster.

In between the raging white, he thought he could see the red top of a building--a Pokémon Center? Although he questions whether the grass-type will follow him or not, he still tries to direct it towards the place he saw.

He drifts through the storm, moving steadily towards the structure. The building seemed to be rather high, so it must be back up the stairs. Flying up to the top of the staircase that revealed itself, his tail-light still easily visible, he waits for the bulb pokémon to catch up. He even lands on his fours, so as to not startle it if and when it approaches. In case the person is within earshot, he shouts out again to it.

"There is a Pokémon Center just ahead!"

(OOC~Sorry if the post is a bit long. >_<)

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Celestic Town || Morning | 2

The electric mouse stands at the top of the stairs, idling time so the Bulbasaur can follow. Apparently, it did no such thing--he does not see it anywhere within the white daze, even after waiting for a whole minute. This weather is becoming too bothersome even for him, even for someone familiarized with the climate of Snowpoint Mountain. So he leaves, rising into a hover. Seeing no use in keeping his tail lit, he dissipates its energy, letting it dim out. He goes around the side of the large building as it comes within his sight. To the right he goes, making his way towards the chosen side in hopes of finding the main entrance. It is indeed the correct way, as he sees the Human-sized doorway show up. But he bares his semi-sharp teeth in frustration at the massive entrance’s state.

Its entirety, including even its crevices, is shelled over with a thick ice. Not only that, but the glass looks to be rather thick--possibly even impact-resistant. Considering his options, he can think of only one compromise: He has to Dynamicpunch his way through. He maintains his hover and balances his weight out. He clenches his right hand tightly. While he focuses upon his right hand and draws it back, static electricity crackles on his knuckles. Crackles turn into snaps, as the attack is prepared after a moment of concentration. It’s going to have to be very strong, if he is going to break through both hard obstacles in one blow.

“Knock knock!”

Floating right at the center of the door, he aims straight at the place where the glass portal would normally open up. The fist flies strong, swinging within a cushion of sparking, aural energy. It impacts the door with a rumbling thud, leaving a sunken crack in it. In a small, thunderous boom, the barrier begins to shake violently. He backs far away, folding his ears to the
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With the sighs of long-drawn breaths and a quick check of his undamaged right fist, he pulls down the cloak and admires his work: The snow upon the ground has been blown away in a grassy semicircle before the scene. Where the door once stood is only the ice-jagged frame, the edges rough with stubborn chunks of ice that survived the explosion.

He sees a Chansey stumble towards him from the darkness inside, with violently glowing eyes, a rotten body, and tainted purple fur. Shaka chortles between his breaths. “It’s actually sort of cute-looking.” He floats lazily upwards, long before the plodding puffball reaches him. To the top of the Pokémon Center he goes, checking warily for Undead before sitting down upon an icy perch on its sloped roof. The egg pokémon still snarls below--he keeps aware of it, but he needs a quick breath before he slices it apart. It took a lot out of him to land that punch, since he needed so much power just to power through the incredibly tough blockage. The mouse still keeps his senses perked for any undead, though--that noise will probably draw in the few ones stubborn enough to travel through this blizzard.

((OOC~ e_e Man, that situation took a lot of detailing.))

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Celestic Town || Morning | 3

I have taken enough of a breath, Shaka considers, giving a random yawn and savoring the wonderfully cold air. Just as he starts to hover, he notices that the blizzard is lightening. The obscurity of the weather diminishes dramatically, clearing up enough for him to see all the way to the distant staircase he traveled up from. Usually weather doesn’t clear up this fast, unless--His eyes identify something coming from far off towards the cave. Its large, white silhouette emerges from the snowy wind, and it looks to be tracking the prints made by the Bulbasaur. It begins to make him cautious, as its body is amok with clusters of massive icicles, a sign that something is severely wrong with it. While he drifts back towards the roof's pinnacle, he catches the attention of the stupid Chansey. It snarls again, but that is not the worst part: The ice creature, now discernible as a Glalie, has gotten up the stairs quickly. It now stares back at him.

In a shock of fear he sees that its eyes are corrupted with thick veins, and its irises are focused upon him. But then it seemingly dismisses him, instead moving straight for the Chansey. It causes him to jump into the air, into full levitation to avoid any possible attack. The ice beast’s jaws clamp firmly into the undead Pokémon’s side, its Ice Fang paling the skin and causing ice to shell upon its fragile flesh. Within seconds the undead stops wriggling, and the Glalie shifts its dead stare towards him without even moving. In an obvious demonstration of its power, it clenches its jaws tighter, making the corpse crack feebly like a frozen egg.

This is bad! In an unconscious scan of his thoughts, he recalls the warnings of his parents about these beings. They can control ice like no other Ice-type, and are merciless to anything they deem enemy or prey.

With a mild but comprehending attitude, Shaka hisses. "Shit."

As the Glailie is kept busy with its embedded fangs, Shaka flits down into the dark Pokemon Center in one flowing movement.

Within the darkness of the lobby, his Weavile-inherited eyes adapting quickly to the darkened area, he looks around for a hideaway. There, in the left side of the room, he spots a set of stairs leading up to the second floor. With silent haste he moves up them, making sure he moves fast to avoid his pursuer’s sight. Upon reaching the level, he immediately gets to searching for sanctuary. After a quick scan from his position he spots to his far right, between two tall potted plants, an open ventilation shaft. He takes no time in rushing towards it, easily entering it due to his small, skinny form. Hopefully, he can lose the attention of the infected Glalie by slipping through this place.

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Celestic Town || Morning | 4

As Shaka flies deeper into the vent, he hears the heartless, taunting voice of the Glalie. He did not try to heed its words, though. Any taunt would definitely mean something bad was coming. It might be trying to freeze the vents over! As if in confirmation, the crackle of a vent-freezing ice attack comes sounding after him. The cold torrent pursues him swiftly, but his agility keeps him ahead of it as he moves through the shafts as quickly as possible. His electrified cheeks provide enough light to help him see where he is going.

Deep into the network has he gone in such a brief time, as he tries to follow a rough judgement of the building's ventilation systems. Eventually he rises up, going into a vertical shaft. At the top, he can see a fan-covered opening. That space in between the blades is just enough for him to get through!

The electric mouse flies right through the space, emerging into a massive, lightless room. The ice shells over in the ventilation, making it too thick for anything to come through. He lets his electrified cheek patches turn to a dead glow, preventing them from crackling and giving away his position. It is just enough to provide a dim illumination for his eyes. As he looks about the massive room, he sees no way into the place except through a firmly closed attic door. No undead hide here, and there is no undead scent. A light wind wafts through an odd-looking vent in the far side of the planked, sloped ceiling.

He makes no noise. He even dies his weak light out. Any sound, any evidence could and will alert the Glalie to his location. If that thing tries to get up here, Shaka has yet to use up all of his strength. So he simply waits and hopes that it just acts satisfied with its actions. This thing is intelligent, and there is nothing worse than an intelligent Undead.

He keeps in his levitation, his senses fully readied and his mind prepared to make a plan in a mere moment.