The CINNABAR Team

The Persian groaned quietly as he regained consciousness, his eyes adjusting to the different lighting, only to be greeted by the sight of Mew, the famed legendary of Kanto, levitating before him.
The Persian gasped audibly as he froze, his eyes wide.
"...Mew..." He said with a tone of frightened reverence. As his senses slowly came back an agonizing pain shot through him, an involuntary whimper escaping his maw. He curled his body inwards to get a better look at the source of all the pain. Gasping for breath, he gazed at his shattered leg blankly. His lower foot was broken beyond fixing; the joints were bent in weird angles, and a bone was jutting out of the inside of his leg, piercing through the skin. His fur was matted with clumped blood and the skin underneath his fur was turning dark from the pooling blood internally.

That last attack...I...he shuddered as he recalled the crunch he felt and the red that overcame his vision when he had attacked the Charizard. There's no way this will heal...not without humans to fix it! I'll never be able to walk again!
The Persian fell back onto the scaly skin of the dragon, breathing heavily. He stared off for a moment, his face changing from rife with fear to bitter amusement. His shoulders began to shudder as a silent chuckle came from him.
"Hehehe...just kill me now. I can't do anything now. I'm worthless..." He muttered to the dragon whose back he was on. "You'll get your meal and I'll get rest...that should even be good enough for you, dragon." He sneered, his tone bitter.
He paused, glancing at the pink legendary.
"Do it now, in the presence of Mew." He gulped, his wide, crimson eyes falling to the small creatures' vibrant blue eyes, as his own lost their bitterness.
"I find comfort in that." He whispered, pondering on the irony of the whole situation.
Master wanted this legendary so badly...yet could never possibly find it. And now this ancestor of all appears when he left me to die...


(OoC- great to be back!~ Lol, he's being all emo XD)

Drecht's golden eyes widened considerably when the pidgeot revealed her other, her true form, Mew. Drecht had heard whispers of this creature, from his old trainer, who worked with the guild that tried to clone the myth. The great legend floated beside them, her eyes watching them carefully, warily. While he did not blame her for her behavior, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. The Ancestor, the Legend that they were all derived from, was scared of them. Hilarious.

The persian on his back, however, seemed to know who this creature was as well. "Mew..." he whispered, awe and fear coloring his voice. His leg seemed to draw his attention, and Drecht couldn't help but follow his eyeline. The leg was disfigured, bone and tendon poking out of the skin, the leg itself a twisted, gory mess.

"Hehehe...just kill me now," he muttered, grim resolve on the cat's face. "I can't do anything now. I'm worthless..." He looked to Drecht. "You'll get your meal and I'll get rest... that should even be good enough for you, dragon." His tone was bitter, but the salamence couldn't blame him. It took a lot for someone to ask to eat you. The cat's eyes fell upon Mew once more, and the bitterness calmed some. "Do it now, in the presence of Mew," he whispered, fear and calm mixing into a strange, unreadable expression. "I find comfort in that."

Drecht's brow quirked. 'You sing that tune now, cat, but will it be the same song when the hands of death reach for you?' he thought to himself. While he personally had no qualms in satisfying the cat's wish for euthanasia, he figured it would be a bit taboo for the present company... "I doubt Mew wishes for ritualistic sacrifices, Cat," Drecht muttered as he shifted a little, making sure the cat was still securely on his back. "Maybe she can even help your leg." He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. "So pessimistic."

KB was only mildly shocked to say the least, but she was most definitely amazed and in awe. ‘Wind’ had fallen on the ground with a tired expression, and after a few precious moments, transformed into one of the mighty Legendary Pokemon, none other than the ancestor of each and every Pokemon here, Mew. Hopping off of Drago softly and imitating his position of kneeling, the Treecko bent her head down in respect. “What an honor, Mew!” KB couldn’t help but mutter the words to the tired Legend, but whoa, the realization that a Legendary lay before her just hit her.

Perhaps she could ask the pink delicacy if she or any other Legends have done anything in the face of the epidemic. Would that be disrespectful...? Keeping her head bowed in respect, knee on the floor, the Treecko wrung her gloved hands together. This was a miracle, she told herself; KB had never expected that in all her life, she would meet a... a Legendary! It was almost too much to handle.

“Hey Kay,” Unmei had climbed onto her back once more, whispering the words quietly. “Who’s... that?” At first the grass type thought she was pulling one on her, but after a moment of expectation, KB realized that the Wurmple really didn’t know who lay before them. Still bowed down, the Wood Gecko Pokemon wondered where she would begin. In the nearby distance she saw that Kolva was standing to the far side with an aloof expression, while Drecht and the Persian spoke to themselves in private. Rafa was coming down from Drago, whose face was unreadable.

“... It’s Mew, Unmei. The Ancestor Legend.”

Israfael couldn't stand being in the air, and was relieved as they landed. He decided to keep to the ground for a while. He saw Wind land on the ground, panting and tired. He looked to Drago, and to Boss who was waking up. His eyes widened, but then before he could go check up on him, the air went dead silent, and a flash went through the cave. Israfael looked to Wind, except it wasn't Wind anymore. He could have blown up from surprise and the sheer majesty of the pink mouse in front of him. "Mew...? N--No.... The gods have damned me.... Could they have forgiven me and released me of my damnation?" Rafas eyes went huge as the little mouse glittered. He silently crawled off Drago, not letting his eyes leave Mew. He heard KB jump off.

"... It’s Mew, Unmei. The Ancestor Legend."

Israfael was in so much joy he could cry. He almost felt tears come to his eyes.
"Mew.... It is truly an honor, Mew...." Israfael spoke politely and quietly, and then stood up straight and bowed. He felt his ears brush the ground before he lifted his head and stood up. His paws were bent to be on either side of his body in the classic position of a bow. His pride welled up until it sat stable in the back of his throat. Well. Maybe that was just bile from being nervous. Never the less, he stood with a grin on his face, not seeming to hear the others as he focused on Mew.

A smile lit Mew's small face as she watched most of the Pokemon in the small group stare at her in awe. It was great to see even though she was losing faith in them, maybe they hadn't lost faith in her. Getting to her feet, she gently glided into the dank volcanic air and flitted among the group of Pokemon. She acknowledged each and every bow and hushed words with happy smiles but she was more worried about if anyone was hurt. Stopping at the Persian, she cocked her head and peered down at his disfigured leg, her tail gently swaying back and forth. A beam of light erupted from the Ancient Legend and her form was replaced by that of a Lucario with bright blue eyes and pink spots around its body.


Padding close to the Persian she tilted her head and looked straight into his eyes. "Let me fix your leg." She watched him for a few seconds and then looked back to his leg, energy gently glowing in her paws. As her normal form, she can manipulate aura like Lucario but she prefers switching to a more suitable form when she did so. Breathing in a heavy breath she got to work using her energy and psychic powers to set the bones back into place with a few snaps. She winced at the Persian's feelings of pain as she felt them in her own mind. "I'm sorry but it had to be done like that." A bright light once again escaped Mew's body and she was her normal form once again.


A giggle escaped her lips for a few seconds as she looked at Israfael. She couldn't help it because she thought it looked so cute. Flying to him she hugged him gently and then regained her position in front of the others with a big smile on her face. "It's great to meet all of you and see you're working together in a time like this. This "illness" affecting almost everyone was starting to make me lose faith in others," She looked to each of them. "but meeting all of you has sparked my faith once again. I was wondering if you would mind me traveling with you all for a while. I'm quite exhausted flying around this dead skies and I would love some company for once." She smiled as she floated to the ground and rested.

As time went on, Kolva could sense nothing but awe and happiness within the group. He wasn't sure why they were acting so strangely toward the small pink cat, but apparently, this 'small pink cat' was very special. His sensitive ears picked up many words being spoken, from Ancestor, to Legend, to the name of this creature, Mew. His curious eyes studied Mew's movements, seeing it float around, acknowledging everyone's expressions of respect... Except for Kolva, who wasn't really bowing or being respectful at all.

Flying up to the Persian, it transformed once more, this time into a creature he'd never seen before. Being able to fly and transform so much must mean the group's odd behavior was for a reason, right? The Lucario, its coloration giving off a slight pink aura, began to mend the Persian... There was definite pain from such a grizzly wound being fixed that way, but Kolva could think less of cringing at it when he was so focused on this strange new creature. Just like that, it seemed like that Persian's leg was fixed... Sitting up once more and looking down at his own leg, he wondered if Mew would fix his, too. Even though it wasn't that hurt.

Mew hogged his attention once again with its original form returning. Still sitting against the wall, Kolva saw the Furret get some affection, which made him happy and angry at the same time. What was it about the Furret that toyed with his emotions so much?

Mew's voice was quite high and soft, but that didn't really matter to Kolva. After she'd finished speaking, he figured she was just another Pokemon with a bit of specialness to her, nothing more. He adjusted his position, lazily slumping onto his back and using his front paws as a pillow. He acted as if he didn't care, in such a comfortable position while everyone else was kneeling or bowing. The truth is, he did care, a little... But he made himself look like he didn't at all, specially because of the gaping yawn he soon let out.

"Let me fix your leg."
The Persian watched in awe as Mew transformed before his eyes into a Pokemon he recognized as a Lucario before padding over to his leg.
"No-wai-!" He started before letting out a loud feline roar as she snapped the bones back in place. He saw red again as his claws dug into the dragons' back in reflex. The feline clenched his teeth together, to keep himself from sinking his fangs into the legend out of pain.
He could hear the muscles and bones snapping back into place as she moved them, white dots exploding in front of his eyes as the nerves found their rightful place again.
"Aaaaah ffffuck!" he growled, baring his fangs as he tossed his head back.
"I'm sorry but it had to be done like that." She finished as he felt a warmth all over his broken leg, and with that, the pain was mostly gone.

The Persian panted as he pulled himself up slowly, looking down at his leg in wonder.
"It-it's back to normal...!" He whispered, his crimson eyes growing wide as he turned to Mew. He carefully flexed his leg, testing it out as he laughed under his breath.
There's no breaks...I can see why Master wanted her...he thought as he marveled at the creature, now back in her original form.

He pulled himself up, elegantly leaping off of the dragons back with only a dull pain in his leg. He sat down slowly, carefully listening to the legend while he set about cleaning his fur of the clumped blood with his tongue. There was minor wounds on the inside of his leg where the bone had broken through, but they weren't serious enough to be any problem.

(OoC- I hope thats okay that his leg is almost fully healed...I just assumed that's what you intended, Mew dear. If you want me to change it, I can of course)

He should have known better what would happen when Mew began to heal the dismal cat on his back, but for some strange reason, his mind didn't think of it. Healing, especially fast healing, is always excrutiating; he remembered older pokecenters with older technology that didn't quite go up to par, and all numbing agents were gone. Every muscle, bone, tendon was shifted and mixed as his body had been renewed... and that was pretty much what Mew was doing.

Drecht gritted his teeth together in a pained snarl as the cat yowled in pain, the leg breaking and shifting into its proper place. the claws dug into his leathery hide, and while it was not a grave wound, the fact that the claws only just managed to break the skin was the most painful and irritating part about it. After the ordeal, the cat investigated his new limb, then hopped off without a care in the world. Drecht could not help but shoot the little twit a glare over his shoulder.

"...Still want me to eat you?" he asked in a low voice so only the cat would hear. "I may now, just in spite." He looked back to the floating pixie cat, who spoke of losing faith in her own kind, but having it sparked once again upon meeting them. Her statement, while a compliment, did nothing but give Drecht a reason to worry. 'For a Legend of this calibur, she has not seen other survivors? At all?' It was not a comforting thought in the least. But, seeing as how it was his den, the dragon gave an approving nod. "Any Legend would be welcome with us, I'm sure."

"Let me fix your leg." Mew had eyed the Persian with an expression akin to sympathy, and in a moment's passing, the little pink Legendary had transformed itself into a Lucario. Ah! KB couldn't help but be amazed of the power to transform at will, into whatever you want. The Treecko stood from her kneeling, pulling back an arm to take Unmei off her back. Placing the Wurmple on the ground, she began to slowly walk over to the Persian and the Lucario-Mew. This was something monumental - it wasn't exactly something that would change the world, but it was something that KB couldn't bare to pass up.

Before the Wood Gecko could comprehend, the leg had snapped back in place, and the Persian yowled in shock and pain. Unmei had climbed onto her back out of habit, and KB could sense that the bug had tensed from the loud noise the cat had emitted. Dear Arceus...! "Your leg, Persian!" Unmei exclaimed in shock, staring with wide eyes at the limb. It was no longer bleeding, and just to prove its healing the normal type pounced from his position on the golden dragon and onto the ground deftly. What a miracle!

By now Mew had shifted back into its original form, and began to play around with Rafa. KB couldn't help but give off a small smile at that - even Legends can do innocent acts such as this one. It makes them much more easier to relate to. Wringing her hands together, the grass type hadn't noticed that Unmei had slunk up higher and onto the back of KB's head until the Worm Pokemon suddenly caused her head to turn to the right sharply. "Go over to Kolav or however you say it!" For some reason or another, despite whatever emotions and relations Unmei had with the Zangoose, she had insisted on going over to the lonely Cat Ferret Pokemon. Alright then! The small Treecko made her way over to the normal type.

"Hey Komma," Unmei said with as much sass as she normally does. "Your limp. Mew. Get the picture?" KB scratched the side of her head in question - when had the Wurmple caught the limp that the Zangoose had tried to hide with so much effort? Shaking off the question as it wasn't really important to know, she nodded in eager agreement to Kolva.

"You can be back in prime form if you ask her!"

Israfael could have died from the pure shock as he saw the glowing pink creature come up to him and hug him. He felt as if he would die, but when the little pokemon embraced him, all his feelings of sorrow just washed away. All for that fraction of a moment, he felt... happy. Israfael was stunned. It took a lot to make him happy, but a single touch from the small psychic mouse just drained all of his sadness away. As she moved away he was left with the desire to just scream to the heavens in happiness. It was so odd for him to feel this way. He slightly shook as he watched Mew float away and sit down to rest.

"It's great to meet all of you and see you're working together in a time like this. This "illness" affecting almost everyone was starting to make me lose faith in others, but meeting all of you has sparked my faith once again. I was wondering if you would mind me traveling with you all for a while. I'm quite exhausted flying around this dead skies and I would love some company for once."

She was going to stay with them? Israfael leaped in happiness in his own mind. A legendary pokemon was going to travel with them?! Israfael was too happy to bear any more weight. In fact, he wasn't bearing weight at all; he was floating. But all of the up and down motions of pressure and weightless made him want to just cry in happiness. He stood happily, and he hadn't even seem to hear the Persian as he was getting his leg snapped back. He kept his eyes glued to Mew. It didn't even occur to him it may have been rude. Then the Wurmple disturbed his thoughts.


"Hey Komma. Your limp. Mew. Get the picture? You can be back in prime form if you ask her!"

Israfael looked to them with open eyes. His face slightly frowned. "You can't command to make a legendary do anything." he sneered inside of his head. He looked to the Zangoose, then to Mew. He waited her reaction.

Not even the Zangoose could ignore the feline's screams of pain. They did disturb him, but the Persian's leg had been fully healed. For the most part.

After relaxing for a bit, he decided he'd let the others, mainly Drago and Mew, to their own tasks. But his eyes couldn't help but open in annoyance when he heard a sassy voice directed at him.
"Hey Komma," Unmei said, riding KB as if she was her mount. Kolva groaned uncomfortably, barely moving from his on-back position. His red eyes gave her an 'evil' glare, and she could see it quite well. "Your limp. Mew. Get the picture?"

Wait, what...? This is what caught him off-guard as he took his paws out from behind his head and pushed himself awkwardly onto two legs. He blinked a few times, rather confused, avoiding looking at his left leg. She'd somehow found out about his little injury, leaving him with a bit of an embarassing blush. He hastily denied it, not even thinking of the possibility of Mew fixing it.

"I... I ain't got a limp!" He quickly said, his blush being hidden well. He was afraid to admit that he was in pain at this very moment, and that's what caused his embarassment: the fact someone knew. The fact UNMEI knew. Though the idea of Mew healing his leg was very interesting, Kolva really didn't like the idea of having to go through what the Persian did. Common sense lead him to believe it wouldn't be quite as bad, though...

Out of Mew's lovely hug, Israfael seemed to notice what was being said. Right now, Kolva stood against the wall, awaiting everyone, specially Mew's, reactions.


(OOC: A bit of a short post due to Mew and Drago being absent. I had no clue it was even my turn to post x3)

"...Still want me to eat you?" The dragon hissed in a low voice so only the cat would hear. "I may now, just in spite."
The Persian growled in his throat, his tail twitching in annoyance behind him.
"I'd like to see you try, twat." He sneered right back, retaining his regal posture as he cleaned his front paw.

The dragon turned back to the legendary, listening on their conversation.
"Any Legend would be welcome with us, I'm sure."

The Persian hesitated at first, but then nodded in agreement.
Just say it- tell her...
tell her thank you...

"I'd like to see you try, twat," the cat growled back at him, and Drecht could only grin at the cat's presumption. That little scruff that had just been begging for death truly thought highly of himself, didn't he? 'Well...' he thought, 'this little kitten has another thing coming to him if he thinks he can take me on. Silly little git.'

However, the small bug's comment toward the zangoose caught the golden dragon's attention. Komma? What a strange name... But the fact remained that Mew was able to heal, and this "Komma" was in need of healing. "It is an option, 'Komma', one that should not be looked lightly upon."

((Short post is short :<))

"I... I ain't got a limp!" Unmei scoffed at the indignation, knowing full well the reason the Zangoose had not followed right behind them at the bush was because he had a limp. The Wurmple almost felt as if she had the right to point that out, even if it might have caused more disorder and disclaim from the Cat Furret Pokemon in front of them. Hmph. But she settled with a turn of her head, when she noticed the Furret from before giving a stink eye.

"If you have something to say, say it to my face!" The Worm Pokemon contorted, coming off of KB's back and glaring at the normal type. The bug had never really liked the Furret, when it had fled from them as if they were rabid infected! A stab at who I am! Why flee from living when there's enough undead to care about? Unmei came up to the Furret, disregarding that Mew was just nearby, and launched a String Shot at the Ferret Pokemon in her anger, dropping her hidden Everstone to the side as she wholly focused on her assault.

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When Kolva denied that there was absolutely nothing with him, KB immediately conceded. Taking it that Unmei wasn't about to apologize, the Treecko took all the blame for herself and decided that they should try to wave it off. "Hehe, um..." How the heck do you get yourself outta this, KB? "... yeah..." Not knowing what else to say besides murmur a soft 'sorry about that' to the Zangoose, she rubbed the back of her head in an awkward gesture, before realizing that a certain someone was supposed to be there. Whipping around in shock, KB turned just in time to see the Wurmple wrap Rafa's head in a thick coating of her String Shot. "Why Unmei, of all times...!"

The Treecko darted forward on all fours, jumping the last few feet to launch herself and tackle the Wurmple from her never-ending supply of the gooey substance. As KB found herself lifting the smaller Pokemon up, and hopefully away from the poor Furret, Unmei began to shine. What? The light began to envelop her entire eyesight, before it was too much for KB and she was forced to close her eyes. After a few more seconds, and she sensed that the light was no longer there, KB opened her eyes to find a Cascoon beside her, literally the same height as KB. "Unmei... you're a... Cascoon..."

"If you have something to say, say it to my face!"

Israfael's face went soft and surprised before he felt a sticky goop to his face. He then cried and yelped as the Wurmple wouldn't stop shooting string. Israfael cried loudly in fear more than pain. His face was completely covered, and his paws started getting covered in it as he tried to block himself. Soon, when the Wurple had finally stopped from the Treecko knocking it out of the way. As the string stopped, Israfael whimpered and pawed at his face hopelessly. His whole upper body wasn't hardly visible and it was full of stick string. Israfael had a hard time breathing. He suddenly started to quietly sob and pawed at his face.
"Why did you do that?!" he yelped in hurt, continuing to paw at himself.

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(OoC: Sorry for such the short post. ;w; And for the delay. I have writers block.)

The Legend- Not just any legend, THE Legend, Mew- had healed the feline's leg. The immense power this pokemon had exhibited without even appearing to try... Drago did not want to imagine what would happen if she was forced to put her full power into an effort. Drago nodded happily at Mew's request. "We'd all be more than thankful to have you along. I know it would help keep courage in all of our hearts." He knew it sounded formal, but he didn't much care. He was in the presence of a Legend!

Looking around, it occured to him that he still did not know any names but Mew's, Israfael's, and Drecht's. Loud sounds and a flash of light caught his eye and distracted his thoughts, however, and he quickly turned to Israfael and the others. The Wurmple had disappeared, and in its place was one of the few species of pokemon he knew. Cascoon. "Congratulations, um...?" He used the oppertunity to gently ask for the newly evolved's name. If you were going to travel in a group of survivors, it was at least polite to introduce yourself properly, of course.

After what seemed like a long time to only Kolva, Unmei had turned her head and focused on something else. The Zangoose lowered his claws, making himself look less-threatening, if he even looked it at all. He showed a bit of a more forgiving expression for KB, who seemed to understand how he felt. Specially towards such an embarassing little Wurmple. The Salamence had spoken to him, but the best Drecht would get as a reply was the backside of Komma's head. Besides, there was barely any time between that and...

"If you have something to say, say it to my face!"
Quickly returning his gaze, all focus seemed to return to the Wurmple again. She seemed to be making motions toward the Furret, eerily similar ones... This alerted Kolva, who figured she was going to do just what she did last time.

He couldn't help but growl audibly as the bug shot out a sticky wad of string continuously onto the innocent creature's face, and he lowered himself onto all fours, his forepaws making a thud. Kolva jumped forward slightly, but slowed down when the Treecko took over. He couldn't help but feel the pain of his leg, even at this point, but he really wanted to show that Wurmple a lesson. Only... things were getting strange between the two small Pokemon.

She was glowing, alright. Curiously the Zangoose rose his head, almost confused at what was going on. But he knew what evolution was, just never saw it up close. Soon the light became a little too bright, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, not looking directly at her.

As the light faded, Kolva saw a strange white web-thing in place of Unmei. It was a Cascoon, alright, and Kolva looked rather unimpressed by the whole thing. She evolved, big whoop, right? Not like he was jealous or anything.

Not showing a care in the world, he started his way up to Israfael. The poor thing wasn't very happy by what happened, either, and he hadn't even witnessed the evolution. There was no doubt Mew would show interest in helping him, but Kolva made sure he got there before anyone else. Stopping slightly in front of the Furret, the Zangoose felt a little nervous for a second, but quickly sat down right next to the long furry thing, extending a paw to help wipe off the webs. His red eyes gave a hateful glance toward the Cascoon.

The Persian huffed lightly, rolling his eyes as he groomed himself, not paying much more attention to the mini-brawls and evolution going on. Although he did feel for the furret, he didn't want to look like he actually cared.

As the dragon asked the name of the newly-evolved Cascoon, he froze.
A...name?...

Drecht couldn't help notice amidst the ruckus the evolution caused that the cat was... holding a strange expression, one that Drecht couldn't really identify himself. Confusion? No... but maybe something akin to it. He shifted his weight and listened to the others around him as a thought occurred to him.

"...Now that the crises and excitement are over, mayhaps it's time for proper introductions," Drecht suggested calmly. "I've only heard names here and there, and I for one, enjoy not having to guess. I am Drecht, and as I've stated before, I've been here some weeks, living in the volcano." He looked down to the cat to judge his reaction. In this entire time, he hadn't heard a name... was that merely arrogance or did the creature truly not have a name? The thought intrigued him and he looked to the others for their answers, since they were more likely to jump in and answer before the cat. Of course, him being last would put more pressure on him and then it would be a very interesting spectacle.

((What...? My turn to post? Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!

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"I've only heard names here and there, and I for one, enjoy not having to guess. I am Drecht, and as I've stated before, I've been here some weeks, living in the volcano." the douche of a dragon grumbled as he turned to look at him with a smug grin.

The Persians' ears lowered against his skull as the others looked at him expectantly as well.
"Buh...." He lowered his paw as a blush slowly grew on his face.
What do I say!? I've gotta have a name!
I can't give them the one master used to call me, they'd never let me live it down!
"Uh-uhm..." he stuttered anxiously, searching his mind for anything he could use.
Memories of masters' underlings talking to him in reverence and respect came to him, all referring to him as...
I got it!

"B-Boss." He said finally, a satisfied grin growing on his face as he looked at the dragon.
"My names' Boss." The Persians' smile faded as he continued.
"I crashed here in a chopper almost a week ago. I was...traveling with my human, to a secured facility."
He averted his eyes, finding a feigned interest in one of the walls as his voice trailed off. He purposefully left out the part that his master was the cause of all of this, and that he had abandoned him to die after the wreck. The pain was still too close for him to talk about.

Drecht's face spread in a wicked grin, seeing the cat fluster and blush with the attention. For a moment, he seemed to be racking his brain for an answer, eyes darting about nervously. What terrible tells this creature had. However, he seemed able to come up with something, and finally settled with "Boss".

"My names' Boss. I crashed here in a chopper almost a week ago. I was...traveling with my human, to a secured facility." Drecht's eyes narrowed. Secure facility? His mind traveled back to the Helicopter and remembered a small detail he'd overlooked prior...

A red R...

His golden eyes narrowed in recognition, fitting the puzzle pieces into place. His days owned by that insidious criminal were no waste; he remembered the Rockets and their leader, always accompanied by a snooty little persian.... A growl rumbled, and, so only the persian, "Boss", could hear, he whispered, "...I know who you are... pet."

Rain drops fell on the sleek black figure's face as she flew above the ocean. Dark clouds surrounded her as her markings continued to glow dimly. The Dragonair brought rain over to the clear island of Cinnabar, not that it was on accident, but to cover her scent from Undead Pokemon that could still roam the barren area where the inactive Volcano once swept the area of it's life. Saiki felt herself take a deep breath, it took so much energy just to summon rain, yet whenever she was to be saddened, it came just by itself. The Divine Pokemon stopped glowing, drowsiness getting the best of her. She had been traveling for so long, so long after the discovery... She clung onto her Music box that was tied neatly to her neck. Never would she love someone and hold them close, then suddenly lose them in a quick second. Not that she was referring to her family, but rather a stranger she had bumped into during her journey...

He taught her a rather odd song, yet it was so... Beautiful. It made her tear up just at the thought, she had the urge to sing the song, but that would attract unwanted guests. She shook her head, flying down toward the island, letting out another dim glow before coming close to the ground. Saiki fixed her gaze on the red roofed building - the Pokemon Center - if she remembered correctly. She slithered in through between the boards that was supposedly preventing access into the building (though it probably broke down through time). The Dragonair felt an eerie air as she wondered in the Pokemon Center.

The Pokemon Center from the inside seemed much more worse than outside, cobwebs and dust everywhere, wooden planks were scattered near the windows and doors. They must have been desperate to hide. Saiki fixed her gaze in front of her, where there in the counter, there was a machine behind it. It held some interest, there were six slots for it, in the shape of a sphere. Must have been for the Humans' Pokemon. The Dragonair glanced at the escalator on the left, then over at the counter, then back at the escalator. Maybe now seemed not the best of times to explore, especially since she has no idea whether or not Undead roamed this part of the island. Saiki took her Music Box off her neck, placing it delicately behind the counter. She slithered out of the Pokemon Center, feeling no interest in the area, though in all honesty, it was be the best place to hide her music box in case of danger.

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where they strung up a man they say murdered three?

The Dragonair felt the lyrics from her loved one echo in her head, as she looked around. There was nothing to do, there was no company, only the rain that fell on her face seemed to be the only thing happening in this infected world.

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it seem

If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

[Ooc: I was told the weather was clear xP But if I got it wrong, tell me please. Also assuming everyone is near the volcano rather than the Center -but if I got that wrong too, well you know what to do- Nonetheless, nice rping with you all. I'll let you guys decide who spots Saiki :'x But eh, if none spots, she'll just go rest somewhere lol]

((Ghost-posting for Nega, she wrote this and gave me permission to post it, so her characters could have an exit post))

[ooc: exiting post orz. Sorry I kinda messed the flow of things, haha]
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Cinnabar Volcano | Noon
[KB] [Unmei]

Hot damn. KB gawked at the newly evolved Cascoon, whom was now twice her height. The gawking ended, however, when it came to the fact that the bug type was crying - something that the high-and-almighty Unmei would never result to if she could help it. The Treecko patted the top of the obtuse ball of warm silk, not sure how to exactly comfort her friend. It was one of those 'stupid' moments during their time together that Unmei had confessed to KB how being a Dustox... scared her. "It'll... be alright, Unmei. We'll make it alright."

"..." The Cascoon stayed silent, although if it was because she had the choice to be or because of her evolution it was unclear. Giving a grunt and a heave, KB took the bug in her arms, trying not to show how heavy she was now compared to when she was a Wurmple. How could she comfort her silent friend when it was obvious that the world had stopped, even for a moment, for the Cascoon? Unmei, come on... Forgetting Mew and the others, the Wood Gecko Pokemon focused on bringing her friend back to her original state of mind.

"Look out!"

Unmei's words rang in KB's ears, but the warning became deathly clear as a Pidgeot, much like the form that Mew had taken on, swooped in an attempt to snatch them up. Daaaaammit! The grass type gently placed Unmei next to her, before raising her fists in defiance at the stupid bird, electricity crackling in them as she prepared a Thunder Punch. But when the bird charged downward once more, the Treecko saw how fighting back was futile. KB shared a look with the Cascoon beside her, and looked at the Pokemon that she had tagged along with, before the talons wrapped around herself and Unmei.

And then, they were gone.

Boss...? Drago had to admit, it did seem a fitting name, in a goofy, ironic sort of way. Drecht's reply came as a surprised, but Drago had very little time to process it. A comotion from the others had sprung up, and only too late did he notice the large Pidgeot diving on the newly evolved Cascoon and the Lizard. In the blink of an eye they were scooped up, leaving Drago without even the notion of whether or not the bird was infected. Knowing what bird pokemon were capable of eating didn't help the question, either. "No..." Was all Drago could whisper before his wings expanded in size, nearly doubling his wingspan, and he pushed off the ground in a powerful push.

Drago had always been a fast flyer, with good stamina to boot, but the Pidgeot was faster. It's streamlined body was made for speed, not like the Dragonite's powerful build. Drago couldn't risk using an attack from this distance, not without risking the lives of his friends. Before long, however, the Pidgeot was a speck in the distance, and soon after disappeared along the horizon.

Drago didn't notice the clouds roll in, or feel the drop in temperature until the first drop of rain fell on his face. Fitting, the rain matched his mood to the letter. He had failed to rescue his friends, and now had to return the bad news to the others. He couldn't go empty handed, he just couldn't. This thought was stuck in his head, as, flying slowly and by instinct, his eyes caught a sparkle in the dull sunlight filtering through the clouds. A very large square of metal not far from the shore that Drago hadn't noticed before. Perhaps the rain had removed a layer of sand from it? Flying low, he realized that there were a few nearby buildings, almost completely destroyed. He thought he saw movement in one, but he ignored it for now. This metal was interesting. Landing on top of it, he was surprised to hear a metal clanging sound. There was air underneath the metal. Thinking back to the stories the pokemon had told him on his way to the island, at last he realized what he stood over.

Drago's mood had flipped entirely. Quickly he sped back to the volcano, landing in the middle of everyone. "Come with me." He said simply, motioning with his arms for Drecht, and moving towards Israfael to pick him up. "I've found the basement from the Pokemon Mansion."

After not paying much attention to the worm's evolution, Kolva had used his claws to remove some of the sticky substance from Israfael's face, making it easier to see... and breath. But he didn't fully finish the job, and, even with his ears flicking, he was unaware of what was happening with the two small Pokemon.

He looked up, to the cavern's ceiling, through the volcano's vent, and stared. He stood, leaning on his right leg, his claws hanging on his side. And then he stretched, the sounds of a Persian and Salamence's quiet yammerings in the background.

But as he lowered himself to go back down to the spot he lied down at once more, his time on all fours was once more cut short. He gasped quietly as a large avian, perhaps infected, easily dived in from the caldera and swooped up both Pokemon. His mouth hung in a seeming awe as he stood on two legs, once again staring into the sky... The darkening, dimming sky that accompanied such a strange event. Kolva couldn't help but feel some sort of anxiety inside him at the sight of them being helplessly carried away... And he couldn't help but feel angry, very angry. But he threw away his feelings after a moment, lying down on the spot next to the cavern's wall once more... He denied having any kind of care for them... Well, at least for Unmei... But in truth, he was rather shocked by it all. He just didn't want to show his face.

The Dragonite had seemingly taken off after them, but right now in his tired state, Kolva once again didn't think much of it. Luckily the area he was laying in was sheltered from the rain which he could hear coming down.

That didn't really make sense, hadn't there been a storm last night...? The weather patterns in this region must be pretty messed up, huh?

The Zangoose was curled up into a furball, his tail curved around to his front end in a sort of blanket. He was just like a big white ball of fluff with a few reds here and there. A cat nap was just he needed, and he quite liked this volcano. It was warm and dry, the perfect conditions for living in... For now.

He could hear Drago enter the caves once more, landing with a bit of a thud. He hadn't been resting long enough for him to fall asleep.

The Dragon began to talk, his voice addressed to everybody. "Come with me." This made Kolva's ears twitch a little. "I've found the basement from the Pokemon Mansion."

Now, the Zangoose knew he ain't going anywhere. It was even RAINING. And he didn't know any sort of lingo about a mansion. He slowly and irritably rose his head, peering over to the dragon out of his cozy little nest of white fur. He gave a bit of a disapproving gaze before turning to groom himself.

He really just wanted to rest right now.