The CELESTIC Team

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Celestic Town || Morning | 5


Within his dark shelter, Shaka hides. The cold , light drifted air is soft with its silence. He has been hovering above the dark attic door, ready to retaliate towards the ice horror if it comes to attack.

The Glalie calls out to him, the quiet so clear that its mostly normal voice surprises him. "This shall be a fair warning not to disturb Nora." Nora? A stray thought enters his mind. The cave that Bulbasaur ran out of--and this Nora....? He hears the infected continuing, and his thoughts are shoved aside. The next phrase is somewhat quieted, but he can still discern it. "And just in case it gets with any ideas..." What is this thing planning? If it is leaving me, then it must be--

In confirmation of his suspicion, he hears the loud crackling of another powerful Ice Beam. It is so distant, yet after just a short while it begins to shell over the attic door. It causes him to back up a little, somewhat surprised that the beam managed to affect even the upper floors.

It was fired down from the main floor, he can only guess. The Glalie wants to make sure that he knows whom he is dealing with. Shaka already got the message, though, when it turned the ventilation system into a tube of solid ice! Instead of becoming angry, though, the Raichu chuckles quietly to himself. "It's been a long time since I've seen an Undead smart enough to consider doing that, let alone one smart enough to talk right." It has been a long time of fighting weakling Undead since he has ever met one that has put him so close to death! Although he is still cautious of the Glalie's deceptiveness, he lights up his tail. It illuminates the half of the room he is on with its radiance, allowing him to come down and inspect the door. He has begun to relax after his ordeal, pleased that he got through that mad sitauion alive.

The ice is not nearly as thick on it as it was on the main entrance, but now he knows that using Dynamicpunch will only anger his hunter. It's thin enough, though that he might be able to do something with his Thunderbolt. He slides his hand upon the chilling surface, while he tracks it for any sight of a shallow level upon it. The doorknob, no, the entire door, actually, looks to be made out of enough metal to conduct electricity. Perfect! He uses Iron Tail and begins to break off a weak section of ice at the center. Electricity then crackles on his cheeks, as he zaps the space with a strong Thunderbolt. The ice slowly melts off, but he growls at its resistance. 'Accursed Glalie did a good job with this ice.

((OOC: ^_^; Shaka might be stuck in there for a while. I'm not sure if any of the Living will find him, but you're welcome to help break down the door if they do :b))

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Celestic Team/Early Noon(8)

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Celestic Town || Early Noon | 6


Shaka smirks, as the ice begins to fall off from the door’s heated surface all around him. The electricity is causing the frozen blockade to become brittle, as it crawls under the ice and heats it off of the metallic surface. It is gradually becoming easier to break, and he has made great progress in only a few minutes’ time. As he works, he is interrupted by a sudden slamming on the other side. His electricity fades away, as he steps back on all fours. The heavy slamming continues, breaking apart large sections of the ice shell and making it shatter on the floor. After a few slams the door is cleared, at least on this side. But what is trying to break into here?

He growls his distrust, wanting to make sure that it is not that Glalie, or any other Undead for that matter. Maybe it’s that Bulbasaur. His curiosity is somewhat piqued by the possibility, and he even calms his voice a little to not sound so threatening. That does not mean he is going to trust it so quickly, though.

“Are you that Bulbasaur from earlier?”

The intense work makes him pant slowly, as it exhausted a great portion of his electricity; I really hope it is friendly. I need to recharge for a good while before I can even consider using Thunderbolt.

((OOC: I spoke with ECN about the time. We will stick with Early Noon instead of Afternoon for a while :b))

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Celestic Team/Early Noon(9)

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Celestic Town || Early Noon | 7

In the cold, deep darkness of the room he waits, cautious as to whether the creature behind the door is merely looking for flesh. The sound of breathing comes from pat the door, which means that the creature must be alive. The lightless room is vaguely illuminated with his cheek patches, which provide a glow just strong enough to allow his potent eyes to discern the area in front of him.

Just as he wanted to hear, a normal voice returns his question.

"Yes, I am. Are you the one who had the light? And did you send the current through the door, which shocked me? Does that mean you are an electric Pokémon? If so, what are you?"

The pelting of questions makes Shaka pause for a second. It does not take long for him to come up with the answers, but still: He’s quite the talker. Where should I start?

“Yes, I was the one who created that light; I am a Raichu, and I was trying to defrost the door before you came along. Your ramming has cleared the door, though, so I can open it freely now. It may fall off its hinges, so stay back.” At least, he hopes it does not fall off of its hinges.

Shaka levitates up and pulls down on the doorknob. With a heave and a crack, he breaks the fragile ice that still rested within the frame. The door slowly creaks open with some good effort, although the loose, frost-stiffened hinges make it stubborn and awkward. Chunks of half-melted ice are pushed aside, as he continues to turn it open. It eventually works, though, and as he swivels it all the way, he does indeed see the Bulbasaur from earlier. He gives strong breaths, the sheer effort in pulling the door conspiring with his electrical fatigue.

Not seeing any use in wasting his remaining energy on floating, the Raichu floats back down onto all fours as he lands at the doorway. The beast may not be able to see as clearly as he in the shadows, so he stores a weak Thunderbolt in his tail to bring light to the situation. He nods in gratitude to him, as the lighting reveals their proximity. “Thank you for breaking down the ice. It probably would have taken me a good hour to get out of here without aid."

He sits upright, nasally sighing before resuming his talk. "I suppose giving you my name would be suitable repayment. It is Shaka.” Curling his tail around himself, the Raichu warms himself with the heated light.

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Celestic Team/Early Noon(10)

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Celestic Town || Early Noon | 8

The Bulbasaur looks at him amicably, smiling in gratitude at Shaka giving him his name. He gives a smile back, but it is only slight. The bright expression begins to look distracted, though, as the Bulbasaur withdraws for a second into his thoughts. Eventually he breaks out of it. He introduces himself as Narron, and thanks him for guiding him through the storm. As the Bulbasaur has agreed, a short respite would be good.

In an affirming nod, Shaka continues to quietly exhaust the rest of his fatigue. His leg pains begrudge him, arising with their agony. Getting down onto all fours, he lies down on his side, irritated by his worst weakness spiting him at the worst possible moment. That work took a lot out of him--at least the Bulbasaur made it easier for him to get out. Through the vent above, and within the dead silence, he can hear the roaring winds of the blizzard relieving into a whistling breeze. The building cracles and groans a little it adapts to the strong warmth brought on by the breaking sun, but their noise does not bother him in the slightest. Musty cobwebs populate the lighly frozen ceiling and crawl down the ice-slicked walls, making him suddenly cautious of any undead spiders.

The reptile’s words break him from his thoughts, making him face it with one ear perked to listen while the other scans for potential threats. “So....I’m not complaining or anything, but why did you direct me here? How did you know that I was not infected, or just a violent Pokémon. I could have killed you if I was infected, or even hungry....” While Narron reiterates his question, the basic idea brings up the Raichu’s interest. After he finishes, Shaka speaks his mind. “I saw you in the storm, running madly from the Glalie’s cave. You looked fearful--even distraught.” And then it strikes him as to why the Bulbasaur had acted that way. Maybe he had companions? With an attitude that does not betray his suspicions, he finishes his reply. “I couldn’t have left you in weather that would have easily killed your species. Call it a guilt trip if you want.”

Not satisfied with the answer, the plant reptile admonishes him for such daring actions. It may be true that it was risky, but that was something Shaka was fully aware of. “Well,” Shaka shrugs, giving his blunt reason, “who says I trust you? I was actually pre-planning to murder you if you were an Infected or some simple killer. It’s easy to see when a person wants to kill you--you just got to look for the right things.” To affirm his position in the argument, Shaka growls as ferociously as his fellow’s stomach. Letting the tail die out so that his lower body is shrouded in darkness, he grins sadistically. He arises from his lying position and hovers upright, his cloak masking most of his form into the shadows. Under the powerful gloom, he displays a calmly maniacal disposition. “I may not be the cruelest person in the world, but trying to kill me would be a very bad mistake. Your blood would be plastered to these walls faster than you could imagine.”

As his brief and sudden warning ends, he eases down his emotions. His mad and intimidating attitude fades away into composure and sanity, while he floats back down onto all fours. “I don’t want to fight you if I do not have to, though. So let’s try to keep our thoughts away from the idea of eating each other.” The light of his tail comes back, although it is significantly dimmer in order to conserve energy. Again the Bulbasaur’s stomach growls, even after his threatening display. With partial empathy he considers the hunger. His fatigue has receded, and I feel like I could devour an entire Miltank!

“After this respite, we need to scout out this Pokémon Center. The cold climate of this structure may have preserved food somewhere, and aside from a Chansey there does not appear to be any other Undead here. The main entrance was frozen solid when I got here, and the air smells still. After that, we can try and find another hideaway since the Glalie will surely return to see if I have died.”

((OOC: POST, WHY YOU SO LONG?))

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Celestic Town||Early Noon|11

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Celestic Town || Early Noon | 9

Narron was surprisingly interested in his threat, appearing to have been content with it rather than have become fearful of it. “Sounds great. How about a five minute rest, and then we hunt for food, we will take what we need to give us some energy now, and then take some extra, not too much, but enough to last the two of us, enough to sustain us, to keep us alive for at least two days. I can easily carry a large amount with the help of my vines, and I hope that it will be enough. If we can get out of this place as soon as possible, then we should be OK.” Shaka nods in agreement; while he can still carry his own weight, it would be good to have someone else to carry it in case he has to fight. That is, if he can trust the noticeably fragile Bulbasaur. "We shall decide who carries what when the time comes."

Again does the Bulbasaur’s stomach growls. Grinning with amusement, Shaka chides him with a tenor of humor. “You must have lived a pretty lavish lifestyle, if your stomach is growling that much.”

While he jokes, he remembers something. Were there not a few boxes and crates sitting at the corner of this room? Maybe there is something inside, if not food, that could be used? Getting up from his sitting and padding casually into the darkness of the attic room, he eventually illuminates a pile of assorted containers at the far right corner. Most of them are damaged, but as he levitates over them he sees a space between a few old machines and large crates. With a smirk he floats down and slips in. Within the area he manages to find a small wooden box, and is pleased at his possible luck. He carefully pulls it from its spot and lifts it out, and places it onto the ground at the center of the room. After inspecting it, he pries it open from the top with an Iron Tail, making sure not to make much noise in his effort.

He pulls away a few layers of cloth that are inside, determined to find something useful. These fabrics could be useful. He thinks, putting them aside as he then notices something better. Just as he had hoped, he sees a few berries sitting within a cradle of fabric. Two Aspears and three Sitruses. They look rather healthy, as their cover and thick skin preserved them well in the cold environment. “Well, Narron, it would appear we are quite lucky. Three Sitruses and two Aspears--who would have expected tha--“

A sudden clattering sounds upon the thick ceiling, making him look up in surprise. The noise is persistent, making small, solid impacts upon the rooftop. Hail? Immediately he skims through his memory, recalling all of the moves that he encountered at the Glalie’s wrath. Sheer Cold, Blizzard, Ice Fang, and Ice Beam. “But not Hail....”

He is brought into full awareness, knowing that there may be another ice Pokémon causing the bad weather. “We may have another ice pokémon around. Stay alert.” While he thinks, he puts the berries into one of the fabrics, bundles it up, and wraps his tail around the top. He floats back over to the door frame, tense and cautious. “It may be wiser to wait to eat until we know what the threat is. And if we are lucky, the Glalie will not enjoy having another person in his town.” He looks down to Narron, as he brings the tail-wrapped bundle lower for the Bulbasaur to reach easily. A menacing glare accompanies a small warning. ”But if I see you scuffle through that sack looking for something to eat without telling me,” His eyes narrow, “you know the repercussions.” But he becomes confused when he sees small tears coming from Narron’s eyes. This is no time to ask, though, so he ignores it. There are important things to do.

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Celestic Town|Noon(2)

((OOC: I do apologize, I thought the group was outside of the Pokemon Center, not in. ^^" Also, short post is short.))

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Celestic Town | Noon (1)

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Celestic Town||Early Noon|12

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Celestic Town || Noon | 10


He could hear complaining coming from a small, open window opposite the door frame. Narron steps over to the panel-less opening and looks out. Anyone with decent hearing could hear the fool talk to himself. “Perfect, just perfect. Exactly what I need, some hail, now I’ll freeze to death. Maybe I could....erm, perhaps enter a building.” Landing softly beside Narron and looking over the Bulbasaur’s head, he thought he caught a light blue, swirly appendage disappearing around the right side of the structure. The hail is falling lightly, pattering constantly onto the snowy town.

Good idea; why not draw a horde of Undead here with your babbling?

Narron robs Shaka of his focus when he asks him something, and he can see the Bulbasaur trading looks between himself and the tail-wrapped sack of berries behind him. “How about we eat one berry each, and save the rest for later.”

It looks like I just cannot win against this stubborn reptile. Levitating just over the ground, he draws the sack in front of himself. Pulling out one of the palm-sized Sitrus inside, he places it down upon the frozen floor in front of the Bulbasaur.

Then he hears a knock, and he floats up and goes to the right of the window to look down the wide, icy staircase to the lobby. In an act of further foolishness, the stranger speaks again--the Glalie may notice him and follow! The thought makes the fur on his back frill up under his cloak. At least he is speaking softly. “Erm, Hello. Is anyone here? I don’t mean to intrude but m, may I please take shelter here? If it is not too much hassle?”

Shaka quickly floats over to Narron, knowing full well he may reply to the noisemaker. In a hissing, dead whisper he warns him not to speak. “Do not reply; Let us only see who it is. You know he may draw the Glalie’s attention, and if that icy horror finds me I will have to haul ass.”

He draws his sack-bearing tail down slowly to Narron, so he can easily reach it with his vines.

“Take the berries; I will lead. As we go, do not speak--stealth is important.”

((OOC: I'm not sure if anyone knew this, but Zerative made the Pokemon center rather icy before he left; it looked like nobody noticed the earlier post :b))