The CINNABAR Team

"...I'm sorry, Madame. There's nothing there but the volcano." Anastasia's heart fell at the golden dragon's words. Did that mean the entire building had fallen to the lava? Was there nothing left? "I'm afraid there was little left on the inside when we were down there, not long ago." For the first time since making herself known to the group her proud stance fell and her eyes squeezed shut in pain. She curled her neck back, turning her head towards her middle as she tried to force back the tears that threatened to fall. Fenix had worked hard to rebuild her grandfather's gym after he disappeared from the Seafoam Islands, and it was all gone. Lexa, Atreyu, the apprentice's...gone.

"Who approaches?" Anya was a little taken aback by the blue dragon's words, wondering why he chose to take such a strange approach to a strange sound. She sniffed the air carefully before backing away from the door, not allowing her back to be turned to whatever lay beyond. It was also strange that he would take the offensive when having previously stating that the group itself had no leader. If need be she would easily be able to take the role, though they may not accept her as she had only just met them. As the figure drew nearer Anya puffed out her chest and gave the same level stare she had given the group of dragons as they entered. "Friend or foe, stranger, the choice is yours." She called out to the shadow. "Make it wisely."

([Turning this to a skip out of confusion. >w<])

"Who approaches?" A voice called out in response, Meloetta rose a brow, who uses that language nowadays? The Legend of Music was surprising modern, knowing most of the most recent human terms, but she will not consider herself a 'hipster'. She cleared her throat, ready to respond, however, she was interrupted by a rather commanding voice; "Friend or foe, stranger, the choice is yours." The Legend fixed her gaze upon an Absol, whom puffed out her chest proudly... How... prestigious! If only the Music Pokemon could be like such a figure "Make it wisely."

Nonetheless, she cleared her throat again, revealing herself from the shadows as her green gaze stared solemnly at the group, "I am Meloetta. I bring no harm whatsoever." She lifted her head, staring right back at the Disaster Pokemon, "However... I wish to inquire information concerning 'comrades' of mine."... Well she tried to be cool honestly. The Legend felt a powerful aura seep through her as she spoke, but now it had disappeared. Disappointment left her sour and bitter, she honestly wanted to be cool like every other powerful Pokemon.

She shook her head, No! It wasn't going to be like this, she shall first gather her information, then try to find the other Legends just as she promised herself she would! First Jirachi, now Mew... She felt like stuffing herself in a hole of disappointingly disappointments. Go find the legends, she said.
It'll be easy, she said.
Meloetta definitely wanted to punch herself in the gut for saying it was easy. Arceus, this is driving her crazy!

Meloetta... It was just a name, yet the owner seemed to expect them to recognize it. The smoothness of the voice caused him to immediately assume that it was living, whatever it was. He was prepared to confront the thing, whatever it was. He was not prepared for what came next.

It happened in a flash. Large banging sounds from above. Bella going out to check it out. Screaming. Saiki moved before the others could. Drago rushed towards them to see for himself what was going on, just in time to see Saiki persuing the Mandibuzz that had taken the Furret. Torn between trying to help, and leaving the group behind, he finally decided to stay. He had tried catching the last pair that had been taken by a bird, and had failed. He had to stay where he could at least help.

His heart was heavy as he returned to the group. He shook he head sadly, and a single tear dropped from his eye. This was only the third time someone in the group had been kidnapped or killed. Who would be next?

Taking a deep breath, he called out to the voice from before. "Meloetta." He called, keeping his voice the same low pitch as before, yet losing the formality that he could no longer bother with. "I don't know who you are, and I don't know what comrades you speak of. To the best of my knowledge, the small group we have are the only living left on this island. My name is Drago, and if you'd like to survive her, it'd probably be best to come with us." It was the simple honest truth.

While Drecht had heard the commotion above, seen his newfound comrades being whisked away, he did not move. Drago had seemed to come to the same conclusion he had; there was no point. No point in exerting the energy to go after them when it was likely to be already far too late to save the ferret. While he had no particular fondness of the ferret, Saiki was a beautiful addition to their team, and it did cause some discomfort in the knowledge that she wouldn't be there anymore. Still, they had more pressing matters.

Like the second Legend to grace them with their presence.

He did not recognize this Legend. Her name, Meloetta, was unknown to him, but the way she held herself, the smooth way she spoke, and lastly, the aura of power emanating from her gave her away. Another Legend? What were the odds? Still, he gave her a nod, and looked to Drago in surprise when he answered. "I don't know who you are, and I don't know what comrades you speak of. To the best of my knowledge, the small group we have are the only living left on this island. My name is Drago, and if you'd like to survive here it'd probably be best to come with us."

Drecht gave a chuckle and took a step forward. "...I'm afraid, Drago, that's not quite the correct answer. Madame, my name is Drecht, and by 'comrades', I am assuming your fellow Legendaries," he began, watching her for her reactions. "We spent some time with Mew, who left us before we ventured down into this basement. As far as I know, he went North, toward Pallet." He looked toward the others of the troupe, then back to Meloetta. "...But is that what really brought you down here? It's unlikely you'd find another of your kind buried in a dusty basement."

"I am Meloetta. I bring no harm whatsoever. However... I wish to inquire information concerning 'comrades' of mine." Of course it would be a Legend, why wouldn't it be? She had seen many of them in her day as Fenix's forceful nature tended to draw their attention, but she had never seen this one before. It looked like a little sprite, and had the oddest things in her hair. Where those...musical notes? What the hell? Anastasia didn't take well to confusion and her stone face soon fell into a frown as the others addressed the Legend.

During her critique of the odd little sprite she only caught the end of the golden dragon's statement. "...But is that what really brought you down here? It's unlikely you'd find another of your kind buried in a dusty basement." Anya nodded her head in agreement with the hulking dragon and stared down Meloetta. "Indeed -Meloetta, was it? What could a Legend possibly want here? Your kind have always kept to the mainlands."

((OOC: Lame posts is lame...))

Carissa was lost, stuck in the middle of the sea with no way out. She flew across many small islands of rocks and sand bars, seeing many undead pokemon as well. Her eyes shifted from one area to the next, keeping notice in case any undeads were to pop out of no where. It was tough, flying from place to place endlessly and finding nothing. Absolutely nothing. Then, finally, she found the spot she was looking for.

Cinnabar Island.

Flying closer, however not landing, she doesn't see anything, the entire place was a wreck however. Literally nothing was left. Quickly flying over to a nearby sandbar, close enough to have the island in sight, she awaited for undead or living to come into view on the island. She needed to know if this was the place where living were.

([ooc: Sorry for crappy post guys, but I wanted to do it as fast as possible for Dragos sake. c:])

Fellow... Legendaries? ...oh shit... Drago's eyes widened in realization at Drecht's words. How had he know- no, Drago already could imagine. Drecht had seen far more of the world than he had. Shaking his head, he took a better look at the one called Meloetta. Now that he was looking for it, he could feel the radiating aura that the Legends exuded. He scolded himself for not noticing it sooner, but it was too late to fix that. Bowing in a formal kneel, as he had with Mew, he stood again to regard the Legend.

"I... apologize, Meloetta. I did not realize you were a Legend." It was a poor excuse, but it was the best he could come up with. Drecht was right, Mew had flown- or rather, floated north. Unfortunately, Drago didn't think Meloetta would find any of her... comrades, here. Choosing his words carefully, he spoke again. "If there is any other business you have here, we'd be happy to assist you in it." The odds of survival were multiplied if a Legend was with them, Drago knew. Hopefully she would stay as long as possible.

((lol, with Melo gone, I can't think of anything. Skip please))

So much had happened. All the ruckus, all the commotion. Now was a good time to leave, he supposed. He had nodded off through half of the goings on, and he didn't want to leave in the presence of the godly legend. So the Furret looked up to Anima. He nodded at her, as she law low on his back and hugged to him. He quietly slunk through the darkness, suddenly disappearing into the black around them. He had been grateful for his new friends, but the group was too large and too... threatening with strangers.... He had always been scared of newcomers.

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(OoC: Awful leaving post is awful. ;w; Hopefully I'll come back though. ^^;)

((Skip too, kind of needed Melo, lol. I'm really sorry because I HATE skipping.))

([ooc: hoardhardblargbarg, I hate to skip but I have nothing this round. |D Snitch, if you can, for your entrance post, please do something with Carissa, lol.])

Hope wasn’t in the best of spirits. Days of aimless flying across the vast ocean were not her idea of a good time, or a worthwhile endeavour at all. She was embarrassed to admit she’d misjudged her location, her bearings a mess now that she found herself greeted with nothing but miles of angry waves. There wasn’t even anything good to look at and the boredom that accompanied the hours of drifting was bad enough without the growing aching of her powerful wings. The Hydreigon didn’t tire easily, used to persevering through the worst pain, the direst conditions, yet she knew her body could only take so much. Stomaching a flicker of concern in the fact that she hadn’t seen land in hours, the giant dragon soldiered onwards.

Her hard expression softening, but not enough to betray her joy, Hope was relieved to see a small island on the horizon. Although she had absolutely no idea where she was, what she was looking at, the dragon didn’t particularly care. She had never met a pokémon, living or otherwise, that she hadn’t been able to put in their place and presumed that a piece of land in the middle of the sea wouldn’t house the few exceptions. Of course, several of the humans back at the penitentiary had given her some trouble – most notably a stab wound to her forehead – but nothing she couldn’t handle. Admittedly, Hope liked a challenge; to see a little fight in her opponent always gave her a greater satisfaction when she pressed their face into the dirt. The reminiscing of a simpler life brought a small grin to her face, her mood lifted at memories of her past occupation. Pleased, she beat her strong wings with new purpose, impressive wingspan effortlessly slicing through the cool air surrounding her. The gap between her gargantuan form and the island was soon eradicated.

An intimidating shadow cast onto the deserted land below, Hope frowned at the complete lack of life that met her eyes. Just a few buildings remained intact and unsurprisingly, there was no glimpse of human survivors. Then again, the dragon hadn't really expected to find a place untouched by the epidemic – surrounded by water nobody would be able to escape the aquatic undead. Her nostrils flaring, she began a gradual descent, taking in her surroundings in the process. Something in the very recesses of her mind screamed the name of this island, but Hope remained deaf to the knowledge. She didn’t care anyway; it made no difference to its current state. However, there was a flash of green. Her curiosity piqued, Hope glided towards the coloured blur; nearing, she realized that it was a fellow dragon-creature, a Flygon.
“Hey!” Her voice was surprisingly feminine given a rather rugged, intimidating appearance. There was no malice in her tone yet, but she still struggled to crack a smile. This creature didn’t look infected, so essentially, she had no quarrel with the female. Of course, she’d have to make sure of it first.

As she neared the ground, Hope’s levitation ability kicked in, allowing her wings some much needed rest. The six utensils drooping as she found her body floating by will of its own, she drifted towards the stranger. An utter disregard for personal space found her mere inches from the smaller dragon as she looked down upon the female with the closest thing she could get to a pleasant expression. Unfortunately, it still appeared as a scowl.
“Who are you, where is this place and how have you survived so long?” What Hope had intended to be a polite query came out as a string of hostile demands. It was no shock given her life in the prison. There was no time for sugar-coating or pleasant conversation – those humans had to learn who was boss and a snarl usually did the trick. Unfortunately, Hope applied the same ethos to life outside the penitentiary where it wasn’t quite as necessary.


(( I was planning to, Jay. xD I couldn’t figure out where the main group was. In a basement or something? :B ))

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what comrades you speak of. To the best of my knowledge, the small group we have are the only living left on this island. My name is Drago, and if you'd like to survive her, it'd probably be best to come with us." Meloetta responded with her brows rose, so the other Legends left them? Or perhaps they were hiding? No way, the wouldn't hide from another Legend. She sighed heavily, she couldn't join the group, she only wanted some information... Then again, with the door to the entrance gone, she had no choice, but to find a way to fly out or find another exit. Her thoughts were immediately interrupted as the Golden Dragon gave a chuckle, "...I'm afraid, Drago, that's not quite the correct answer. Madame, my name is Drecht, and by 'comrades', I am assuming your fellow Legendaries," The Legend felt her jaw drop, so they were here! She gave a quick nod, the Salamance continuing, "We spent some time with Mew, who left us before we ventured down into this basement. As far as I know, he went North, toward Pallet." Toward Pallet...? Meloetta pondered why the Pink Legend would venture there, she remembered how she felt a Legend there too during her travels, but that Legend... She paused, that's why. Mew is a kind soul. The Music Pokemon gave a small smile, but there were other Legends too right? Somewhere near Pallet, if Mew was there, there must be others around right?

The one known as Drago began to stutter upon realization of Meloetta being a Legend which definitely made her giggle a bit. "If there is any other business you have here, we'd be happy to assist you in it." She gave a nod, keeping that in mind. Maybe he could find an exit or at least fly her out of this place? That would be a rude question, but she had to go on the run obviously. Afterall, who knows what would happen to her fellow Legends? the thought made her shudder.

"...But is that what really brought you down here? It's unlikely you'd find another of your kind buried in a dusty basement." The Dragon-type commented. Well that's true, ordinarily, Legends are found in the most secretive, yet beautiful places. Whereas Meloetta is in some dusty old basement. The Absol added onto the Hoenn Pokemon's comment, a question upon the Legend's appearances here. The Music Pokemon did indeed find it silly how she was here over a Legend, but creating a lie would mean having to put a lie on top of another lie in order to cover everything up. "Just simply finding my fellow Legends," She answered sincerely, "We're not immune to the infection you see..." Though she didn't meet Entei directly, she felt something off about him. It's not like Meloetta could pinpoint where every Legend was, but she could indeed figure out what's up with them from afar.

She cleared her throat, continuing, "Also... We are trying to figure out the reason for the Epidemic." Meloetta frowned a bit, her thoughts trying to get into organization. She remembered slightly how Shaymin frantically told many other Legends the reason of the Epidemic being humans. The Music Legend best decided to not share that with these fellow Pokemon, though it should be, who knows whether or not they belong to humans themselves? "Since I'm here, I guess I'll see if there's any information, even if it's not much..." She paused, a small reassuring smile came, "Every piece of info helps us solve this mystery." Yes, there used to be a famous scientist living here no? She remembered something about one living on Cinnabar, it amazed her due to the fact the news upon that scientist reached as far as Unova. Ahh... Her home region, it made her feel a bit homesick just from its very name.

[[Ooc: Apologies for leaving you all hanging ^^; I'm getting really tired from school and volunteer work, so just bear with me for being late]]

Drago frowned at Meloetta's answers. He supposed that it made sense that the Legends were not immune to the virus, with it being as powerful as it was, yet it weighed heavily on his mind if it was true. Although... How could they know... He pondered. Unless... "Have there been... Incidents, with other Legendaries becoming infected?" The mere thought plagued Drago's mind, and frightened him horribly. If the Legends were wiped out... What hope was there for the rest of them?

Thinking again on her responses, Drago scratched his chin lightly. From what he heard, this had been a Scientific Laboratory once. Perhaps there was something they could find down here that would help. "Well then, Miss Meloetta, we'd be happy to help scour this place for any clues that may lurk here." Hopefully they would be as much use to her as Mew was to them.

Meloetta's answers seemed to disturb his fellow dragon as much as it had disturbed him. While Drecht had never really paid much attention to the Legends' lores while at home -and really only half listened to them whilst in the midst of the Rocket characters- he had simply figured the mythical beasts capable of something extraordinary. Maybe, somewhere in the back of his mind, even with his thoughts on being nothing but mortal pokemon such as himself, he'd figured them for gods, like they were usually portrayed. It vindicated him, yet saddened him to hear that they weren't as invincible as he'd been originally taught.

Drago offered their collective hand in helping them, which the golden dragon could only nod at. "If there is any place with answers, it's sure to be here," he offered, taking a few steps forward. "We should press on, then, while we can." The last bit was said with a chuckle, as he let out a small, gentle, continuous flame from his mouth, holding his head high, illuminating the long hallway they proved to be in.

((We're in a basement of the destroyed Cinnabar Mansion. There are double doors leading to a staircase down to where we are, and the doors should be kicked in :p Ya'll should be able to see them and get them open fairly easily. Welcome to the team~))

The Legend mentioned searching for her other Legends, but the revelation that the Legends themselves were not immune only got a snort from Anastasia. Of course they weren't immune, they weren't gods. Fenix had met a few on her travels while Anya still traveled with her so she knew they were flesh and blood like any of them. They just happened to be a mite stronger.

"Well then, Miss Meloetta, we'd be happy to help scour this place for any clues that may lurk here." Clues? What clues? The infection took a long time after breaking through to Kanto to finally reach the island, so anything they did find wouldn't be much use as it wasn't a source of any infection. But the Absol shrugged as Drecht also voiced his approval at searching the mansion. "I don't know what you expect to find when the attacks came from elsewhere..." she said aloud, more to herself than anything else but still loud enough for anyone else to overhear.

Drecht let out a small flame to see by but the dark feline found it unnecessary, as her kind were adept at seeing in the dark. As a Dark type herself she actually found it more soothing than the random flickers of light coming from the dragon's mouth. Though she had to admit she was probably the only one down there with that ability now that the others had vanished. Shaking her head at their strange ways she followed them anyway, deeper into the mansion. There were a few windows high up on the wall and as she passed under the faded light from one a shadow blocked it, catching her eye. She turned to look out and saw two shapes dotting the sky, one large and one small. She let out a small hiss to warn the others. "We might not be alone for very long."

([Ermehgerd, time flies. Lol, I can't think of any posts to make, so I'm deactivating her. XD She never introduced, so say she flew away and all you say was a tiny spec of green going into the distance, off into the land of unicrons |D. lol])

Hope didn’t get the answer she’d been expecting.

Her large jaw falling open in utter bewilderment, the Hydreigon’s famous temper was slowly rising to break free from its feeble restraints. The Flygon left. No word of warning, no apology, no nothing. The bitch had the audacity to ignore her and then flutter into the skies like she had no care in the world. The heads at her arm’s ends began to growl with a menace capable of stripping paint of walls, their jaws snapping in preparation to kill something. Hope simply watched the female disappear into the skies, her eye suddenly twitching as something within her snapped.
“HEY!” The female bellowed, the raw fury apparent in her tone. “You think you can just fly away from me, you piece of shit?! I should rip your fucking guts out!” Life as a prison guard had provided the dragon with a pleasant vocabulary for those tricky inmates, but this was something completely new. Never in all her years had someone ignored her. And quite frankly, she wasn’t prepared to take it. Flexing her wings, Hope was determined to pursue the Flygon but as she turned back to the speck of green within the blue expanse above, a frustrated roar escaped her. The bitch had got away.

The Hydreigon’s body had begun to tremble in anger, a savage frown looming over narrowed eyes as she worked to identify an outlet for the inevitable outburst. A hoard undead would be a blessing right now, but the island remained particularly lonely, quiet even. Her head snapping around furiously, she eventually set her eyes on the largest structure in the vicinity. The mansion was a decrepit old thing, collapsing in places and the dragon was fairly adamant that it would not be missed. Gliding over, her eyes feverishly roamed the structure before she gave a snort of approval – this would do. A ferocious roar accompanying a Hyper Voice attack left the female’s lips, all her energy locked within the move directed at a particular section of wall, housing a window. The dragon’s expression did not change at the gaping hole she’d created, in fact, prepared to bring the whole damn structure down with a succession of earthquakes – but she stopped. There were voices.

Hesitating, Hope drifted closer, powerful form held up by her levitation ability as she neared the recent adjustment to the mansion. There was a great amount of dust swirling, bricks still toppling about whilst the shattered window lay in hundreds of fragments of glass. Fearless, she stuck her head through the hole, a glare plastered on her brutish face until her scarlet eyes fell onto a group of pokémon up ahead. An exasperated sigh escaped her as her gaze ran over each of the creatures, mainly dragons, an Absol and a small species she had never seen before. Regardless, she didn’t particularly care. But what did pique her curiosity was their location? What the hell were they doing in a dark, dingy basement? Looking for food, supplies? She gave a snort, tempted to bring the entire building down on top of them but reminded herself that such barbarianism wasn’t always necessary. They hadn’t proven themselves alike to the prisoners yet, so she would not treat them as such. Nodding her head in a stiff, borderline polite gesture, the Hydreigon did not smile.
“You’re looking for something?” Applying the closest thing to an amiable tone as she could manage, Hope changed her presumption to a question last minute. She had always been scolded for her judgemental nature, a standoffish attitude that sent most normal pokémon scurrying away – fair enough, but she would not be ignored. Slipping through the building’s new opening, bringing her large wings close to her form to ensure her bulky size didn’t prove problematic, Hope stood proud but unnerving before the survivors. “What’re you going to find in a basement?”

Drago frowned, "Have there been... Incidents, with other Legendaries becoming infected?" The Legend slowly blinked, shifting her gaze off to the side. She didn't want to respond to that. Strangely enough, it's only been Entei and Articuno, the rest had became deaths. But something was off, she will admit. Entei's made some sense, he was a Fire-type, and through common knowledge [amongst humans] did heat make the infection speed up. Whereas Articuno was an ice-type, supposedly the ones that slow it down. What went wrong there? Was it because she was also a Flying-type? She shook it off, perhaps so, Articuno went off way worse than Entei. The Legend of Music can no longer sense her, and presumed her as dead. Shaymin's whereabouts were unknown, however... She could no longer sense that bundle of joy, but she's aware that the hedgehog was not exactly dead. Whereas other legends fell into a gruesome bloodbath. She shuddered at the thought.

"Well then, Miss Meloetta, we'd be happy to help scour this place for any clues that may lurk here." Drago said, breaking Meloetta off her thoughts. The Salamance added on to that, taking a step forward, "If there is any place with answers, it's sure to be here," He paused, "We should press on, then, while we can." The Legend smiled, nodding in acknowledgement, "That would be lovely." With all the help she had received from these kind Pokemon, this would be far easier than she expected hopefully. "I don't know what you expect to find when the attacks came from elsewhere..." The Absol said aloud, as if speaking her thoughts. Meloetta blinked, but not that surprised. She had received many feedbacks about that, and she will be honest -- answers can be found in the most unexpected places. "Even so," She began, "better to be safe than sorry."

It was then did the Absol hiss a warning about them not being alone for too long, is it Undead? Meloetta really didn't want to deal with them now, especially after the incident back in Whirl Islands. She shuddered at the thought of killing it, but then again, it wasn't intentional, it was all an accident and out of self-defense. “You’re looking for something?” A pleasant voice called out, the Legend turned toward the source, only to find a Hydreigon slipping through the entrance, “What’re you going to find in a basement?” She looked like a prideful dragon, one that did not want to be messed with or ignored. Honestly, Meloetta was taking her time here, but now she has to rush! She didn't like traveling in the darkest of nights... "A basement could possibly hold far more secrets than we have known." Meloetta said, rather optimistic. It was a bit embarrassing considering the situation. Her? Hoping to find research papers in a basement? A Legend like her is taking action like all other Pokemon had wanted; find a cure. Obviously she shall begin by looking for the origins.

[[Ooc: Please do explain the surroundings, I just know we're in a basement, but I'd like details and specifics such as bookshelves, desks, etc. That would be appreciated!]

((Okay, as far as the basement's anatomy goes, to create a constant between the posts, I'm gonna just "scrap" whatever's been said before, for the sake of continuity. We came down from the "trapdoor" into a relatively short hallway, with gravel and debris covering most of the ground. The Hallway leads to the main basement, which opens up into several more rooms. The rooms can be "created" as we come across them.))

The newcomer startled him slightly. It was a dragon, he could tell that much, but.. It's arms were... Heads? What was this thing? It spoke as if it were friendly, and it didn't look dead, and yet... No. Drago couldn't start thinking like that. While the worry of feeding everyone was still prominent in his mind, he knew they had to take on whoever they found. It was too dangerous to do otherwise. He frowned however, when she questioned the Legend's quest.

Drago had to agree that Meloetta's reasoning was sound. From what he gathered on his way to this island, it was once a social hub of sorts for scientists. Maybe they had been able to discover something before it all went wrong. Drago nodded his head, pointing down to the darkened part of the hallway. They should get moving, and not stay in place too long before something else found them. Thinking to himself for a moment, however, he realized another plight they would run into very quickly. "How much fire or light can we make, together?" He asked.

While they conversed, a gruff question echoed throughout their cavernous surroundings, drawing Drecht's attention to its owner. His eyes widened at the familiar scent and appearance of the floating hyrda behind them, skulking from a distance. His initial reaction was to attack, to kill it for the terrors its kin had wrought upon himself and his family, but he restrained himself. Surely, this creature was not attached to that incident so many years ago, and therefore needn't be punished for it. He steadied himself with a long breath, taking in the stranger's words for what they were: questions.

However, before he could answer, Meloetta did it for him. He wasn't sure just what secrets they could find in a dusty old basement, but... "Well, if it's survived this long, it's worth looking through, eh?" He attempted keeping his voice aimiable, but a small twinge of animosity had seeped into his voice, betraying his irritation. Damn. He hoped the others were too dull to pick up on it, then recollected himself. Hydreigon were normal pokemon too, not just mindless tormentors and murderers. Probably.

The golden salamence turned his mind away from the matter to his compatriot before him. Unfortunately, it seemed that Drago had not seen Drecht's small tongue of flame, for he asked how much light they could all produce. With a sigh, somewhat exasperated that his fellow dragon was not quite as observant as he'd hoped, he glanced to the others before responding. "I have a Flamethrower at my disposal." The offer was curt, but polite enough.

Jupiter hadn't said a word since the Dragonair and other pokemon left them, only to be replaced by these new pokemon. It was rather strange, being around more then one pokemon. He really didn't know what he could say at this point, he just felt like he would say something, then everyone would look at him, then he would just feel even more out of place. Though it did feel good to be around fellow dragon types.

The Hydreigon, a pokemon from his home region, wanted to know what they where looking for in this basement, to quite frankly, Jupiter had little idea to what they were looking for as well. He simply tagged along cause he didn't want to be left alone. The Drudie really hadn't been in a basement before, or any human structure for that matter.

The odd coloured Dragonite asked for fire, but sadly, Jupiter had no fire attacks, only a dragon attack, as well as normal and dark type ones. Now he felt even more useless. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked as he walked up to the Dragonite. He didn't really want to sit around and do nothing, it didn't feel right to him. He was stronger then he looked, cause of all the training he did.

As Anastasia watched the two forms hovering in the sky one took off, but the larger form seemed to be making its way towards the mansion. She hissed in warning as the beasts massive head suddenly decided to poke through a broken window, eying them all. Anastasia stood tall and proud as the beast assessed them, her eyes never wavering under the penetrating gaze. She knew this tactic well, as it was one that she herself had used when first meeting the dragon brigade though now they were short several members since then. “You’re looking for something? What’re you going to find in a basement?” Huh, she wouldn't have guessed female.

"A question we have all asked, dragon, yet no one seems to know the answer," Anya replied dryly, still shooting glances to the Legend Meloetta. The others mentioned light and fire and once again Anastasia was reminded that she was the only one who could see through the dark. She didn't care for the flickering lights, as they actually made night vision much more difficult, but if the others needed it she would voice no objection. It was better for the group if they were not at a disadvantage.

"I have my own Flamethrower at my disposal," she added politely, not wanting to give off the impression that she was cold and uncaring to their plight. "Though I can see just fine in darkness so I've never needed such a controlled flame." It was at least an offer. "What of you three headed one? Surely if you plan on sticking around you will offer some sort of assistance and not be a leech." Her tone was not condescending, simply factual. She had no reason to feel ire to this beast simply for crashing in, as most living sought each other out in this dark time. But she did not take kindly to lazy slackers, so if the female did stay she would need to be somewhat useful.

"A basement could possibly hold far more secrets than we have known.”

The strange-creature had been first to reply, evoking an amused snort from the Hydreigon. She sounded so peppy, so optimistic – Hope disliked her already. Narrowed eyes scanning the peculiar being, the dragon’s attention only shifted at the supporting words from both the shiny Salamence and the feline. Frowning, she looked down towards the dark route they’d been headed, a little confused at their answers.
“So… you don’t know what you’re looking for?” Hope questioned, muffling her immediate judgement of the lot as complete idiots. The only thing they should be worrying about is undead, food, water and shelter – none of the philosophical nonsense they seemed in pursuit of. It was ludicrous to think the secrets of an entire epidemic were locked in one measly basement. But then again, they had survived this long for a reason. Letting her frustrated glare wander across the group, mainly dragons she noted, the female finally emitted a huff of defeat.

As conversation shifted to the group’s capabilities of creating light, Hope remained uncharacteristically quiet. She didn’t understand these people. She had never considered herself lacking in intelligence, but their unspecified goals simply baffled her. A rationalist through and through, the Hydreigon was immediately repelled by their vagueness, their beliefs in that this place was worth investigating simply because it existed. A lot of things had survived the epidemic that shouldn’t have – this place could fall onto the list. Head snapping to the Absol as she spoke, the female’s expression soon soured. Three-headed one? Leech? Whilst her tone was monotonous, factual even, Hope took it as a direct insult.
“Who the hell do you think you are? Leech? I can fucking look after myself,” She snapped, the species’ infamous temper flaring despite her attempts at keeping it suppressed. “You think I look like a leech?” Her attitude was perfectly acceptable, even condoned back in the prison, but in the real world, it simply wasn’t necessary. People took offense. Biting her lower lip, Hope snorted, gradually dispelling the aggression building up behind a crumbling façade. Snapping her head to the oddly coloured Dragonite, she spoke firmly. “Fire Blast, Thunder Wave,” Shooting a glare at the Absol, the heads at her sides growling amongst themselves, she gave a curt nod of her head. “I don’t know what you plan on finding, but if you think it’s important, I want in,”