(ACE) The MARSH Team

The Radeon tried but could not keep eye contact with the much larger Machamp. Thanks for the help Eloise but oh my god did why does this gotta be so awkward? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The dragon guy had been really nice and maybe this guy, Asura, right?- would also be nice if he could look past that intimidating face. "Thank you for telling me what may be done. I am Asura, a Machamp hailing from the Hoenn region. I would like to know the name of the one guiding my hand to assist our survival." Eleroo's cheeks grow stiff and even hotter as his face puffs up, completely embarrassed as though his previous actions had not already been so. He, he just thanked him for instructions! Ahhhhhh. That was not normal! Was it? Oh legends he didn't even know, people didn't usually do things like this with him."My um, my name is Eleroo. Actually, I was born in Hoenn too." He mumbles meekly, crawling beneath one of the tables as Asura set to work on the otherside of the room.

Luckily for him this table didn't seem to have any broken glass under it, the one thing he dreaded to clean with no more then paws, but it did have a multitude of stacked boxes. Most were sealed, their contents unknown, but some were open and spewing a multitude of things out from their neat containment. At least these boxes were out of the way and under tables, unlike the others that were just haphazardly strewn across the room. Pawing what he could back into the boxes, not that he recognized most of it, the Radeon fell still with shock as his eyes shifted to Asura and watched his cleaning methods. Using a table like a push broom he cleaned mass sections in mere moments. Genius! Though they would have to sift through the rubbish pile later, the humans help would be really nice for that, he was definitely the better cleaner out of the pair.

"Do what you can to ensure anything I do miss is swept into the center somehow. I believe the best plan of action would be to get the floor safe- as it seems this method will save us much time. The tables can be used to make a blockade, and if the other is a fire type, a wall. Any books that are in-tact, move aside… paper can be used for bedding. Anything else soft and safe should be put aside as well, including useful tools." Eleroo nodded, trotting to the side of the room Asura had already cleaned. Not many things had fallen past the edge of the table, but it was just enough that with each trip to the edge of the room and back he could hold the leftovers with his mouth. Dropping them off in the pile the Eeveelution stared into it, looking at the collection of weird do-dads and objects. With the greatest of care he pawed a box out of the heap and dropped any books he fished out into it. Was this guy human raised? Did he know what books did? Green would know. Before they shredded they she should probably have a look see. Steeling his courage the youth dares to ask, "Were you raised by humans?" Though he is not sure if such a question is appropriate.

Papers, packets, documents, and charts. Eleroo had no idea what any of it meant but threw any loose sheets into another box. Organizing it now might help in sifting out the important things later. Is anything really important when most of us have no use for these things? Shaking the thought away the Radeon placed his forepaws on the side of the book box and shoved, slowly pushing the now full box to the side of the room. They could deal with that later- the room still had a lot of work to do on it.


Giving her lavender pelt a shake the Aiveon prepares herself mentally for work. She had to help too- she was no lightweight! "Do you think any of them could gather bedding? Like brush or dry leaves or such? I don't know where anything good and not soggy would be in a marsh though." She mews to Green, trying to think of the Pokemon she had seen earlier but recalling nothing but the deceased one. Are we going to have to rip leaves right off the trees? That sounded like such a waste of life for a one nights stay. Flicking her wings once more Seek feels a twinge of pain from their new muscles. It looked like her flying for the day was over though what she had learned was pretty good.

"Hmm.." She ponders, staring at the cracked windows. They needed some light in their shelter so just blocking them all up would be a bad idea. But the holes.. Maybe she could shove clumpy plants into those, sealing the gaps while keeping the light. Yeah! That would work, and be her task since she already had nasty freaking mud in her paws. "Green, do you have any Pokemon big enough that I could like, stand on them to reach the windows? My wings are pretty sore, I don't think I could hover and work effectively." Well, it was more that she didn't know if she even could do that yet, but that was just unneeded details. Moments later the human sent out one of her Pokemon and it seemed to fit the bill. A Blastoise! Now that was plenty tall enough. Hopefully it wouldn't mind her walking all over either its shoulders or its hands. "Perfect!"

Trotting over to a soggy section of the ground, which was most of it, the Aiveon ripped out some clumps of weedy grass. The thick ball of roots and stems dripped with soggy swamp water but that was perfect. "Alright!" She barks to the Blastoise, pointing at one of the windows, "can you hold me up to that window there?"

The tiny ground type gasps and clings close to the purple-grey rot smelling fur as Zhen leaps, his bloody red eyes focused entirely on his opponent with no regard for what the weight clinging to his back is.
The Fearow, its tattered feathers decaying while still on its body, is immobilized while its sword of a beak is embedded in the wood. Vier wishes he had a hand free to cover his eyes as Zhen's white claws dig into it, the hooked shape perfect for stripping flesh from bone. The bird is too long undead to bleed properly, a dark half congealed jelly oozes from the cut that has nearly removed one of its wings before it manages to free its deadliest weapon.
Vier had seen a human swordfight once, briefly, on his mother's TV and the swift stab of that razor sharp spearing beak reminded him of it, the deadly grace in which the Fearow drew back its head to attack and the force it could propel the sharp tip of its beak. There is the sound of ripping cloth and a few scraps of severed bandage spiral from the tree alongside the shed tan feathers. The line drawn across Zhen's fur, bisecting another scar, is perfectly straight. Zhen's blood too is that dark gel of something that is rotting from the inside but still trying to move.
The Weavile's lips are drawn back fully from his greying gums and sharp yellow fangs marbled with blood. He looks like a monster...
Vier clings on tightly, curling up into as tight a ball as he can without losing his grip to minimize the target he makes.

Zhen's mind is filled with fog. The blizzard, the storm of white and the faint distant shadows of the trees, barring the monochrome landscape with their caging shadows. He had come to find and he had found and the disconnection between what he had been seeking and what he had discovered is hazy and immaterial. The hunger had built up again, the sensation as sudden and unwelcome as an ambush in the night. He is numb, numb to the pain of the fresh cut on his arm but still he manages to hurt from the sensation that gnaws his insides.
Eat, kill, flesh, blood. The words no longer make sense to him but the sensation they elicit in him is a flash of color in the whiteness, a pulsating redness inside him that beats as if in mockery of his dead heart, a cancer that wraps tendrils around his insides and corrupts and kills.
The blood on his lips has not long since dried but the aching void inside him demands more, the hot mist of red swirling around him from the coolness of the blank snows and puppeting his body with the basest of instincts. He strikes again, cutting through the tender meat of the bird's breast fully, blood oozing over his claws. It stabs at him again and the ice type catches that stabbing beak in his claws, wrapping his grip around it. One clawed foot stomps on the flying type's neck, cutting off its airway as he pulls back hard. Bone cracks sinews tear and the undead Weavile rips the Fearow's head clean off. Rotting sweet fluids dapple his fur like the first snowfall and he sinks in his teeth, devouring the corpse still perched on the branches, the decaying meat tearing easily to his teeth and claws and goblets of flesh dripping onto his front as he gorges himself in sacrifice to appease the aching hunger. Slowly the redness dies down. The migraine like pulsing of the hunger in him fades away with the return of that numbing blank whiteness. He eats until the numbness is full in his bones and a lump of oozing flesh drops from his mouth as he fades.

Vier holds close to Zhen's back, hiding his mask of bone in the thick fur while the organic noises of tearing meat and breaking bone fill the air. He tries to keep his breath as light as possible so the Weavile doesn't hear him and turn towards the sound.
Zhen had always hunted for them. He would leave in the morning into the forest, the pines with their straight dark trunks and straight dark needles stark against the blank canvas of the fresh snowfall.
He would return with meat for them and berries and fresh water melted from the pure snow. Once Vier had followed him in secret out of childish curiosity and had seen what the meat looked like before it was meat. He had seen the claws of his beloved father spilling blood onto the clean snow. At that time he had thought he had looked almost like a demon...Now he longed for that childish naivety. The sounds stop and Vier forces himself to look back at the Weavile. Blood streaks his front, dark lumps of it matting the fur around his mouth but the Ice Type is no longer eating but staring off into the distance as if the corpse messily splayed around him is something that doesn't exist. He had been looked after by the Weavile for nearly all his life. Now it was his turn to look after him...
"Zhen." Vier says. "Let's go back Zhen. The others will be missing us. We have enough berries for tonight..." The cubone forces a smile, far too thin, far too fake.

Asura took a moment to stop his fourth row of the scrape-cleaning. “Eleroo. It is a pleasure to meet you, young Radeon.” Eleroo seemed to become more flustered the more Asura spoke. Asura was not sure why, but assumed it was simply something he once had to get used to as well- giving instruction to those you don’t know. Back at the ranch, before it all happened, Asura was often revered. At first, it was all hooligans seeking protection. But as Asura stood strong in his morals as a machop back then, good younglings began to follow him. He refused to lead them in any official way, staying true to this even to the day he was adopted. He did, however, often find himself giving advice and helping train others. He was so awkward at first, stammering around, giving one word instructions. He grew used to it eventually, and hoped Eleroo would as well.

“Were you raised by humans?” Asura froze in his tracks. He had just been thinking of his time back then, and now these memories came flooding back. Asura’s eyes felt ready to be wet, yet they did not. “…Yes. I was raised on a ranch. Ludger, Elle… and their daughter, R’hia. They raised me for many years. R’hia was always a dedicated caretaker, in spite of her young age… I was adopted, my elderly trainer dedicated much time to me as well. And then…” Asuras fists clenched as he stood tall, baring his gritted teeth. “And then those bastards murdered him… in cold blood!”

Asura was clearly getting riled, and his expression was sheer wrath… his voice grows louder, eyes focusing on the nothingness in front of him. He was haunted, seeing the image of his master’s cold, betrayed gaze when he was discovered dead. “Those that I called allies, MURDERED my trainer in his sleep!” His arms fall to his sides as he growls in a low, menacing tone. “My final goal is to bring them to justice… Many say that a good pokemon can be blinded by wrath. I refuse to be so blinded by my wish vengeance that I turn away from those in need…” Asura needed to calm down and was well aware of it. He hunched over, snagging the bench again and moving back to start the fifth row, working quicker to take his aggression to the task at hand. “So I help wherever I am called to help.”

“Grrh…” Asura seemed emotional more than anything now, doing his best to suppress his anger. “You… Eleroo. Were you raised by a human? Are you a partner of the Aiveon?” Talking usually did nothing to calm Asura, and this case was no different. He simply wanted to know more about his current group, only needing about seven more sweeping rows with the bench to complete this side of the room.

Green was so tired. It was a fight against exhaustion to listen to Seek's voice, her eyes stinging as she stubbornly refused to close them more than the occasional blink. When did I become so exhausted? Resisting the urge to rub her eyes, the trainer's fingers twitched as the Aiveon chirped, "Do you think any of them could gather bedding? Like brush or dry leaves or such? I don't know where anything good and not soggy would be in a marsh though." Gather bedding. The trainer's mind blanked. Who even had hands? Maybe Jiggly? But she recoiled at the thought of sending out her oldest friend. What would she think of her stupid mistake?
Roserade was already by her side, though. Rosy cleared her throat gently, to get the Aiveon's attention. "I can use petal dance without intent to do damage. The leaves could be easily gathered for bedding, if you wish," she explained in a soft tone. It was clear that the duel type was remaining reserved for her trainer's sake. Maybe she was just depressed, too. Green nodded in agreement, making no attempt to act like she could have thought of that idea on her own.

The Aiveon was looking upwards, near where Green's Talonflame had perched. He fidgeted slightly, his yellow eyes flicking over his feet as if he were self conscious. Instead of commenting on Green's dork of a bird, Seek asked, "Green, do you have any Pokemon big enough that I could like, stand on them to reach the windows? My wings are pretty sore, I don't think I could hover and work effectively." That was a good idea. Green doubted the tiny feathered cat could keep her paws steady well as well as hold anything all at once.
"'Course," she replied in a low tone, devoid of emotion. It was not to be hostile or cold, and it may have come out as such, but the human could not think of how to even start pretending to hide her grief and guilt by that point. Don't ask any questions, she pleaded, reaching for a normal Pokeball. The front was adorned with a little water drop and as she held it out before her, the tallest Pokemon she had at 5'03". The Blastoise blinked, rumbling softly in his chest as he immediately glanced around for danger. Rosy shook her head and the started visibly relaxed.

"M'lady," he murmured, dipping his head. As Blasty finally looked at his trainer, though, alarm lit up his bright eyes. His jaws pulled back, parting to ask the one question she could not bear, but the Roserade rapidly shook her head, pleading with crimson eyes. Blasty hesitated, glancing between the two, before closing his mouth. He gently nosed his trainer's arm with his nose instead, earning the ghost of a smile on her face.
"Listen to this nice Eevee, alright boy?" The Blastoise nodded, glancing at the Aiveon.
"Perfect!" she chirped, trotting closer to the window.
"Her name is Seek. Seek, this is Blasty. He'll do what you need."
That seemed good enough for the flying type. "Alright!" Seek gestured to the broken window. "Can you hold me up to that window there?"
Blasty nodded, walking forward and positioning himself directly beneath it. "You can use the canons to step on as well, they will not harm you," he assures her, ducking his head and reaching out with one small paw to offer as a step.

While Green watched her starter and Seek, the Talonflame atop the train car took to the air. Flamey dipped down in the air, his eyes narrowing. Rosy had stepped back from their trainer, bowing her head, an odd behavious from the motherly Roserade. What is... The bird dropped down without warning, his claws gripping a rouge tree root beside the grass type, startling her.
Rosy's head snapped up, crimson eyes alarmed for a moment before she rapidly lowered one flowery arm. "That was rude, even for you," she snapped.
But, again, that was out of character. The Talonflame understood why, though, his eyes growing wide with horror. Before she had lowered her arm, he had seen it, on her side: a long, thin violet gash.

[ ooc: you did great, Cinder. Thank you for covering me last round c: ]

The tiny Radeon continued his work and a grin found its way onto his tense face. This wouldn't take too long if they kept working as a pair! Even if Asura was doing the brunt of the work at least they would have something to show for it. And he could say he helped! “…Yes. I was raised on a ranch. Ludger, Elle… and their daughter, R’hia. They raised me for many years. R’hia was always a dedicated caretaker, in spite of her young age… I was adopted, my elderly trainer dedicated much time to me as well. And then…” Letting his ruby gaze shift up slowly as the Machamp spoke Eleroo's heart fluttered at anticipation for a story. That was something he really missed but never had the nerve to ask for from, well, anyone. The feeling was quickly taken back as the fighting type stiffened. “And then those bastards murdered him… in cold blood!”

Ducking low to the ground the Radeon cowers behind the pile of rubbish at the sudden outburst. There isnt a chance for him to sympathize with the larger Pokemon as his threatening display becomes all the youth can focus on. No no no stay clam! He screams at himself, the phrase fitting both Pokemon in the room. Why was the Machamp getting so angry? He was gruff but he was still calm just a second ago! When past pain came up usually people got sad.. “Those that I called allies, MURDERED my trainer in his sleep!” One pawstep at a time the poison type scuttles backward toward the tables he had previously been under. It wouldn't offer much protection but anything would be better then how exposed he was now. Oh legends why did he ask about this guys past? Had he inadvertently triggered something?? The past was never a safe thing to talk about, especially with a scary strong guy that could break him like a toothpick! Get out, get out of here! What if Asura turned on him? Oh legends, he was in danger! The Radeon's mind flashes through possibilities- hiding under the table and getting squashed, making a break for the door and getting piledrived at the sudden movement, leaping for a window and getting grabbed by the tail. He swallows dryly, feeling his hot breath moving too fast for comfort, and is frozen on the spot.

“My final goal is to bring them to justice… Many say that a good pokemon can be blinded by wrath. I refuse to be so blinded by my wish vengeance that I turn away from those in need…” The Machamps voice trails off as he resumes his work, through his movements are much more harsh and careless then they had been. Flinching at each rough sound Eleroo creeps around the rubbish pile and makes sure it blocks his direct path from the other Pokemon. He probably wouldn't hurt him, and he probably didn't need to be afraid, and the fit of rage probably had passed, but the youths pounding heart would not let him stand in the same room without some sort of barrier. “So I help wherever I am called to help.” Again he swallows, nearly chocking on his own tongues sticky dryness, and forces himself to speak, "..." No words come and panic raises further as he roughly clears his throat and sputters, "III-I-I apprecia-ate the-e he-e-elp, help." He did, he really did, but he did not enjoy getting terrified by his partner.

Giving his pelt a quick shake to settle himself the Radeon attempts to keep sorting the pile but each his paws are shaking too hard to move anything effectively. “Grrh…” With a sharp breath him Eleroo tenses, flicking his gaze toward the Machamp as the fur along hiss neck raises. “You… Eleroo. Were you raised by a human? Are you a partner of the Aiveon?” Unease worms around in his stomach. Seemed like this guy was too.. abrasive, for him but Eleroo hadn't the mind to ignore his question. "Partner?" He asks softly, confused. Which kind of partner was he referring to? "I mean, she's my best friend and we grew up together. My owner raised up both of us and taught us how defend ourselves. We we're gonna be partners for him and this girl as they went through Johto!" The youth pauses for a moment, sitting numbly as his eyes fall to the floor. "But it was then that all the bad things started happening. Our humans got separated..... Mine died protecting me.. and I was alone for.. a long time..." His voice falters as a old feeling overcomes him. It had to of been a miracle that he was still alive, and that he found Eloise after all this time.. "Elois- eh, Seek," He corrects himself roughly, "Found me eventually. She was alone too, but I never got to ask what happened to her.."


The Blastoise shifts so she may climb upon him and the Aiveon's ears flutter with joy. Scrounging up some more plants Seek knocks her helmet onto the ground and fills it with each clump she brings up. Being careful not to overfill it she grabs the lip carefully with her teeth and turns back to the massive turtle. "You can use the canons to step on as well, they will not harm you," Beaming, she climbs carefully, flapping her wings softly to assist her climb. Making sure not to step on the Blastoise's head or do anything that could piss it off, as there was a cannon pointed literally right at her, Seek takes great care as she nestles the helmet-bowl against the side of the cannon and his shell.

Fishing one plant up in her hooked claws they easily grab into the mass of roots and dangle the clump lightly from a white-furred foot. "Alright, lets see what we can do here!" She muses to herself, raising onto her hindlegs while her one free forepaw props against the wall. "Hmm.." The window here had several pretty big holes in it. While they weren't big enough for pretty much anything to fit through they would still cause unpleasant drafts while they slept. Curling her toes to try and get a better grip on the plant Seek smooshes the clump into one of the holes, pressing hard until about half of it has sunk into the gap. Shaking her paw free from the ball of roots she stares at her work with pride- the hole was filled and the clump fit perfectly! As sshe reaches down to grab another plants she mentally notes that the window didnt crack even under the force she put on it. Must be pretty thick. Then how had the holes and cracks been made in the first place? Who cares? Not her, that was for sure.

Filling the next one as she did the first Seek furrows her brow at the last hole. It was slightly too high compared to the others, just out of reach of her outstretched paw. "Hrmp." Puffing out her cheeks the Aiveon carefully step onto the Blastoise's cannon, placing her toes precisely so they would hopefully not slip. The added inches were just enough to let her reach the hole but the force she could apply all stretched out was not enough. Puffing up with yet more irritation Seek pushes her body back for a second and shifts both paws to the grass clump as she comes down on the hole. Despite how light her body the extra legs force i just enough to sink the plant into the hole. The sudden force of the plant moving jerks her body, shaking her hindlegs in a way that makes her entire body unstable. She shakes, chest sinking forward and her face forcing it way inbetween her arms until it smashes against the window. With an loud bonk and an "Eep!" the Aiveon's paws sink down to her chest and are about to push her back when her eyes focus upon those inside. A red-eyed purple figure is staring at her with a stupid face. "What are you looking at Eleroo!" She barks before settling herself stably on the Blatoise and away from the window, muttering, "Next one."

The Cubone raises his club rounded end up in greeting as the pair approach the half sunken shelter. It looks a lot more sturdy than when the creepy Sceptile had used it as a hideout but the grass type hadn't been planning on spending any real time there after it had finished with whatever sick thing it had planned on doing to them. It had barely locked the doors; they were making something much more defensible here.
"Hey!" He calls out and waves. "I found some berries!" He smiles, even though it is probably impossible to see beyond his mask.
He had got lucky on the way back. He'd found an oran berry bush AND a puddle of clean enough water to wash Zhen's face. He rewrapped the bandages as best he could and now he has eaten Zhen is back to being as docile as a new hatched Skitty. The small ground type slips off his shoulders and walks up to the shelter.
"Zhen's eaten so he should be good now." He says cheerfully and raises his satchel. "I hope everyone likes Oran berries, I stripped that bush bare. It was kinda relaxing." He smiles again.
Zhen had eaten, the place was looking a lot more stable and no-one was fighting, or at least he couldn't see anyone fighting openly. He had heard raised voices before but he hadn't been able to tell what was being said. Eleroo looked a bit nervous but he had suffered a terrible shock after his evolution. He wouldn't be surprised if it took him much longer to get over suddenly changing shape under those circumstances.
Vier looks at his own tan skinned hand. Would he evolve soon too? He has been doing a lot of fighting alongside Zhen since Zhen got sick. Would it be strange to be a Marowack? Odds were that his own evolution wouldn't be under as traumatic conditions...

Zhen stands still as a statue, waiting for further orders. His visible eye is like a blank red marble set in its socket, not looking at anything in particular.
"Why don't you go sit down for a bit?" Vier suggests.
It takes a while for the words to filter into the whiteness and for him to shape them into a form that makes sense to him. When it finally does percolate through the haze he raises his head and find a spot where there isn't much activity going on. In the manner of a zombie from the movies he shuffles over to the spot and sits, drawing his legs up to his chest and waiting with dead eyes not focused on anything. To his view the shapes of the unfamiliar pokemon were just flickering shadows across the imagined snow that packed his head. The scents, both recognizable and unfamiliar, failed to stir anything in him as if they were just the scent of the wind. Until he needed to eat or do what Vier said there was nothing but the whistle of the wind in his ears.

Asura calms slowly, the screeching of the metal on concrete softening when he hears the unsettled, scared voice of his cleaning partner. "III-I-I apprecia-ate the-e he-e-elp, help." Asura sighs to himself. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be intimidating without intending to be, but it was not common for him to feel bad about it. Eleroo was clearly rather scared of Asura- at least, at this moment.

”Do understand that you are not someone I would harm. When I recall my- that is… when I recall the others, I flash back. No fault of yours causes my anger…” Asura stands up straight, having finished the basic cleaning of this side. The rest were small flecks, little papers, and the like. He walks forward, towards the opposite side. He seems to twitch a bit as he walks… but still scrapes down a spot for himself to start working this side, then brushes off his feet. As he begins his work on the other side, his footsteps leave faint red tracks. He had stepped in glass, thus the twitches. He didn’t mind it at all, though. To him, a little bit of blood due to careless steps was a small price to pay for having a safer shelter that much sooner. As he listens to Eleroo’s story, he stops halfway through his second pushing line with the bench. ”Your trainer…” Asura hides a bittersweet smile, feeling himself calm faster now. ”Your trainer loved you enough to do that… Always treasure that thought, and their memory.”

Elois…? Another name, perhaps one taken before everything began to happen. And Eleroo did not know of their past… But the past is not always important. The only important part is that they are all here, doing their best to survive, right now. If nothing else, following the tragedy that just happened, there was a time of peace to prepare…

The Aiveon struggles to keep herself balanced atop the Blastoise as it shifts to the next window. She had been so ready and poised before but that stupid little slip up was more then just flustering as she sank her claws deep into another weedy bundle. Dont you dare laugh! She threatens the Radeon in her mind. If she saw even the smallest giggly smile on his face he was in for a world of hurt!
Positioning herself carefully at the next window just as she had done the first Seek jams the plant into one of the to holes with great embarrassed-fueled force. This is SO stupid. Without completely pulling away from the window the flying type bunches her spine a little and reaches down with one paw to fish for another plant. The foot flails blindly until the small hooked claws manage to grab one plant and in a swift movement she draws it up and pressed it against the pane of grass before it can fall. Hah! Who's stupid now! A snickering grin spreads cheekily across her maw and she jams it in place and drops back onto all fours. She was the plant master!

Before she can tell her partner in repairs to move on a voice bounces against her large feathered ears. "Hey! I found some berries!" Her ears shift in the sounds direction with her head soon to follow, and giving the Blastoise a quick signal Seek jumps from his shoulders and trots in the Cubone's direction. "Zhen's eaten so he should be good now." "Good" was not the word she would use to describe that thing in a million years but the Nebula Pokemon did not protest as hr eyes latch onto the ground types bag. "I hope everyone likes Oran berries, I stripped that bush bare. It was kinda relaxing." Thinking back to the last time he had given her a berry she has to strain to keep herself from groaning. It had been so mushy and sickeningly sweet... she near hoped these were tart and green to wash that memory away. "Fantastic!" She barks earnestly, giving the berries she could see a quick once over. "I didn't think there would be anything out in this gods-forsaken place." If anything she wants to ask exactly where the bush had been so she can save that information but another thought occurs to her first. Where did the dark fuckers go? Weren't they on food duty, and hadn't they left before Vier?

She can not question those around her about the thought as the Charizard approaches them with his own inquiry, "Those birds are sounding a bit closer... Even if one attempted to ward them off for a bit, they could get more aggressive. Thoughts? Ideas?" Those damn birds.. Seek's jaws clench just at the mentioning of them. Why couldn't they just piss off! Spreading her ears wide the same way she had practiced for balance the Aiveon listens carefully for distant sounds. The far off caw of the birds was faint at best and each squawk was spread out; it wasn't too aggressive sounding or like it was on the approached. Shaking her head Seek mutters, "Those types of birds don't hunt at night. Even if they try they don't have a good sense of smell or night vision, so we should be okay." Her blue gaze shifts to Green for confirmation, but she was almost positive there were no owls in the flock. Shifting back to the fire type she continues, "But can you make sure that that roof is good and sturdy?" She didn't doubt that the Charizard had fixed it but she wasn't about to take any chances with birds.

Giving her wings another flick Seek looks over their shelter with a discriminating eye. Already it was evolving from the torture chamber it had been before. Sure, they were blocking all the 'escapes' paths but if Eleroo and Asura did their job right, and it seemed like they were doing so for the moment she saw them, they it would feel more like a den then a prison. "Green, do you think-" She starts, wanting to say some more to her team, when an unexpected voice calls from the brush. "Hello? Is anybody here?" Every hair along her lavender pelt raises with suspicion. A stranger, out here, right now?? Suspicious! Making two swift leaps in the sounds direction she can see past the grass to a figure that stands out like a sore thumb against the earthy background. Its shook out its pale colored fur, Sylveon being a familiar species to her, before speaking again. "My name is Felix and I don't know where I am. Can you tell me where I am?" Seek's face contorts with confusion. Usually people asked for food, shelter, or directions. Location could be close to that last one but still it was.. strange. "Uhh.. " She hesitate, taken aback by her kin. "Sinnoh." is all she answers, too stunned to remember the name of the marsh.


The Radeon had gotten too wrapped up in his thoughts and stopped working. What did Seek do before he found her? Was her trainer still alive..? The girl was a lot like her Pokemon, spunky and competitive. Had she been killed, did Seek run abandon her, or did she abandon her Pokemon? He swallows dryly. Asking any one of those questions would get him a clout to the ears accompanied by electricity. ”Your trainer… Your trainer loved you enough to do that… Always treasure that thought, and their memory.” Loved him...? The small Radeon's heart twists inside his chest as he huddles against himself. Sometimes he doubted that.. Sure, his trainer took care of him and raised him intensely when anyone else would of let him die, that should be enough to prove his love. But the man also did some strange things, like making him battle the stronger then-Eevee and letting her bully him when he couldn't fight back. Was I a pet project or a partner...? The man had been the closest he would ever come to a parent. "Sometimes I wonder.." He murmurs under his breath, unable to shake a strange feeling of inequity.

Attempting to resume his work Eleroo plops one more book into a box before he deems it full. Flipping the flaps over so they weren't in his way he places a shoulder against the box and awkwardly shuffles his way toward the standing tables. Unable to shake the subject another unwelcome thought enters his mind. I should of died.. did he only love me because he made me..? With a heavy sigh he pads his way back to the trash heap and notes that he had actually made it smaller and that most of its composition now was the strange tools and metal objects that had been in the room. Without thinking his gaze shifts upward, too spooked to not have tabs on the Machamps actions, but before he even makes it to the bronze figure he gasps at a sight on the floor. "Ah!" He yelps with surprise, his voice filled with alarm. Spinning in a quick circles he looks at his own body and feels no unusual pain. It wasn't him.. Eleroo's face locks back onto the Machamp as he barks, "You-you're bleeding! There is blood on the ground! D-don't hurt yourself!" There had been blood on the floor before but not that fresh.

Bounding up to the fighting type Eleroo's head bobs and weaves as he looks around for a fresh wound. He didn't dare look at the larger Pokemon's face but he seemed clear of oozing wounds otherwise.. But the.. tracks.. The marks were footprints? His feet, maybe? What a weird place."Are.. a-are your feet bleeding are they okay?" His words are hurried, the scent of blood touching his nostrils as he sniffs at the floor. That was just asking for trouble if they were, especially being in a swamp. Taking a 'step' back that was more like a full body hop he urges, "We need to take care of that right away!" and turns himself toward the doorway, moments from bolting out. "Green could help, she, we should ask her!"

The cubone smiles with his eyes so the new blue and white pokemon Seek had become could see his expression.
"I wasn't a very big tree and there are a lot of us now so it'll only be enough to last one meal." The ground type says a little sadly. If it had just been him then the berries would have lasted long enough to get him out of the marshland but now there was Seek and Eleroo and the Machamp and all the human's pokemon...
He turns towards the source of the noise and adds another one to the list.
It was a good thing he needed the shelter for the night otherwise he would be tempted to just take the berries and Zhen and leave. Either way he wasn't too happy with the increased amount of newcomers. If Zhen got stressed while in a confined space there was no guarantees that every pokemon that had walked in would walk out again.
"We're in the Marsh." The Cubone informs the new pokemon. Its fur was nice looking, even though it was dirty from the mud. It was another species he hadn't seen before but from it's general body proportions maybe it was an evolution of Eevee as well? Somehow Vier doubted that. Not every pokemon with four legs and large ears was related and he wasn't sure if Eevees were that adaptable. What would make a pokemon white and pink like that anyway? Falling into cake mix?
"There's a town...somewhere around here." The small ground type shrugs, realizing he doesn't actually know where the town is from here.
"Following the rails would probably let us find it." He muses, wondering if doing that would actually be a good idea. At the very least there has to be some sort of solid ground under the rails to hold the tram but would there be more undead in the city? Would it be too dangerous?

The Weavile waits. Time passed but in the wind and the cold it wasn't noticeable, the eternal blowing of the chill wind over the white snowfield leaving nothing he could mark the passage of time by. The whiteness that blew across the plains and around the trees was at once eternal and ever shifting, the swirls of snow in the air distinct enough to show changing patterns of white on white as the cold wind blows and chills him to his core.
There is a curl of smell in the air, tantalizingly different to his chilled brain.
Blood.
He recognizes that smell.
So slowly you could almost hear him creaking as the snow fell from his fur Zhen turns towards that smell.
Blood. Blood was significant. Blood was something wounded. Blood marked the start of a hunt or a hunt already in progress.
The memory of sneasel scent sent a shiver over his fur, anger bringing heat to his blood. Faint sneasel scent; blood. Bad.
The disconnected thoughts rush at him like they are carried on the wind, hitting him and being blown on in the next moment. Slowly the Ice type creeps forwards towards the smell until the smear of red is right under his nose. Leaning forwards he licks at it.

Asura knew full well he was leaving a crimson trail, even as he worked on his fourth row of the opposite side now. As the Radeon exclaims, he shakes his head. “No, I will be fine. Shel-“ Asura stops abruptly, realizing his mistake. Shit. Asura, in his emotional, angered state, had not thought about the possibilities of fresh blood affecting their safety. In this world, those things are drawn to it- and it seems like the purpled Weavile was part of the group, so this could cause great trouble indeed. “Damn… I was foolish. I apologize, please bring some of the softer objects ove-“ Asura was content simply giving a very rudimentary bandage job to his foot, but the Radeon was dashing out the door.

With a bit of a sigh, the Machamp sits on his rump, crossing his legs. He observes his feet- just a few smaller glass shards. He struggles with the precision of pulling out such tiny shards, grunting whenever he failed and sent a painful stroke of pins and needles up his leg. With a little focus, though, he managed to get them all out- seven in total. He grabs a nearby book, already rather torn apart. He only needs but some small amount of pages though, and with little reguard for the possible culture, tears out a few. He wipes off his reddened feet, then pushes two pieces of paper flat against them. Asura stands, testing it out- The bleeding causes the papers to stick, for now. So, he walks forward, resuming his work… dedicated. Foolish at times, but by goodness dedicated.

Blinking her crystalline gaze Seek takes another moment to look over the new Pokemon. He looked healthy, clean in multiple senses aside from the mud that slathered parts of his fur, and generally none threatening. Still, the Aiveon's brow slightly furrowed with mistrust. One could never be too careful and she was not about to waste her time on fools. Well, more fools. "We're in the Marsh." The Cubone backs her up. Giving a nod of agreement she reaffirms, "Yeah, the Great Marsh, in Sinnoh!" The name rang a bell now, it had come up earlier or something. She really had to get better at remembering names and such. "There's a town...somewhere around here." Veir continues, possibly trying to send the fairy away, but this time the flying type holds her tongue. "Following the rails would probably let us find it." No, no that wouldn't work at all. Technically that was their plan to go to the town and if Felix got there first that could mess things up! He was going to mess up their plans!

Pacing a few steps Seek shakes her head, not taking her eyes off the older eeveelution. "Yeah man, you don't want to stay in this hell hole. It ain't safe." The last thing she wanted was another idiot in the group but Seek weighed her options. If he left and the birds did hunt at night he would be easy prey. If they didn't and he made it to the town then he could steal their possible resources, even block the exit! Her jaw clenches with disgust. If he stayed then he would take their current resources and she would have to deal with his presence.. Neither option sounded overly pleasant.


Asura mutters something, presumably to stop him, but the Radeon had already made up his mind. With one solid bound he runs out of the room but is halted immediately after by the change in lighting. The sun was dipping and not blinding anymore but it still took the youth a moment to adjust his eyes and be able to see those outside. While he notices Green immediately, a human figure hard to miss, his nerves do not allow him to move from his spot without first checking for Seek's location.

Each heartbeat is too long, anxiety filling his scrawny purple form for the few seconds before his red gaze spots her..... and something he did not recognize. "Seek!" He squeaks in surprise, receiving a turn of her head. Was she okay? Whatever the new Pokemon was didn't seem to be attacking her. Heat burns beneath the fur on his face, embarrassed at having nothing to say to her after stealing her attention away. "Its.. almost clean.. in there.." His voice falls to a near whisper, head dropping down until he can feel his pounding heart in his throa- "Ah!" Asura! He had gotten distracted! "Green!" The Radeon barks, scuttling closer to the female. His legs keep anxiously moving in place as he forced himself not to get closer. "Asura cut himself, he's bleeding!"

(OOC: Skip please. Asura has nothing to do but sit and wait, and in this time he observes the walls and roof around him, seeing where he could break open emergency exits and such. Sorry, just even with the extra days, having trouble focusing and know I cant get a good, elite quality post up.)

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With her tails high, chest out, and shoulders back Seek paced slowly in front of the other eeveelution. He did not intimidate her! A small grin creeps along the edges of her muzzle as Felix's face twists, satisfaction welling inside her as he squirmed. "I can tell from the way you sound you don't trust me, but I swear to Arceus I won't betray you." Her brow furrows. Not betray her? Hah, she thought not! Why would he tell her that if he wasn't already plotting betrayal! "Likely story!" She scoffs, waving one ear. Stamping her paws against the ground Seek takes a threatening step closer. "No one but a betrayer would say such a thing!" Internally she laughs. Already she had him all figured out!

But the Sylveon was entranced by something else, his eyes looking well past her to the faint shape of the moon rising into the darkening sky. Agitation pricked through her feathered fur. How dare he ignore her! What was so important that he- A bird squawked far in the distance, sending a bolt of awareness through her. Flipping around her sky colored eyes easily spot the shapes that Felix was watching. ....Birds. They were still here. Worse yet they were still hunting. The horror glistens brightly in her open eyes, face frozen as she watches the hunters easily overwhelm their catch. "Uh, I hate to ask this to you, but I thought bird pokemon sleep at night?"

Remaining utterly still Seek makes no attempt to face the Sylveon as she spoke, "They do, except a few." The muscles in her forelegs twitch. Birds.. Ever since.. that time, she had spent so long avoiding and learning about damn birds. Never again would they bother her. Never would she fall prey to them. She had strengthened her electrical attack so much to keep them at bay. And of course I evolved to sprout wings..
With a sharp breath in she reassures herself, shaking her head. Most species were day predators, the few exceptions being things like the Hoothoot's and Mukrow's. The flock that had attacked was mostly things like Starly, pidgeotto, and Spearow. The boss Fearow might be able to hunt at night but its lackeys would struggle. Blinking, Seek refocuses her eyes and watches the flock carefully. Flocks move by following certain members in the group. The small black dots kept shifting, moving directions seemingly as one entity. They would fly closer, swoop one way, then double back another direction. ..They are searching still. There was just enough waning light for them to keep hunting but soon they would have to stop, or just be useless flappy nuisances. This should of been positive but the Aiveon could feel dread in her hollow bones- they were not going away.

"Shit, I might need to stay with you guys for the night I promise I'll follow your rules." The Sylveon's whining snaps her back to that around her but before she could even think of a reply Shenron steps in, "Truly it is the feathered Eevee's choice... But I can assure you as someone who has a dragon's eye view, following the track south for an hour will lead you to Pastoria. I wouldn't linger there... As the Staraptor's wod goes round, the Gym's Pokemon became infected but their will isn't letting them succumb. Might be dangerous for some...  The ocean is no better. I'd head on to Valor Lakefront. The hotel's there were safest. Heavily guarded and such." She hesitates further. Though she did not move from her moon-staring position her eyes shift to the corner of her vision, narrowing upon his massive orange form. Was he.. trying to discourage her from sending him away? Or give her ideas of where to go in the morning? And what is a 'wod'? It was a word she had never heard before. Another name for flock? That fit but she still wasn't sure..

"Have I said too much?" Shenron speaks again, finally stirring a response, "Perhaps." She says simply, her voice low. Turning back to the Sylveon she looks at him with cold eyes. If there was one thing she would not do it was leaving a living being with birds. "You can stay." Her voice is low, snapping as she finishes, "But thin ice!" Even so she really didn't want another pest around. Turning away from him again she heads back toward the Blastoise but stops at seeing something on the ground. Huh? The brown material doesnt really stand out against the ground but the blue berries do. Veir's bag? Looking around she doesn't see the Cubone anywhere and figures he had headed out again. Shrugging, she grabs the bag, cranking her neck back to carry it inside before finishing with the windows.


Eleroo's face contorts painfully. Asura was hurt! He had only known him a little while, and they hadn't done anything too crazy together, but already he considered him and a friend and now he was injured! What if something happens!? Even if it was just a tiny wound it could go septic out here, or get infected, or get the bad kind of infected-- A tiny squeak squeals its way out of his muzzle. Oh god this is all my fault for flinging the glass around without thinking! Turning in a circle he brings his face closer to his tail and can see a few tiny fragments of glass clinging to his fur still. I cant even feel those! Horror bubbles if his belly. If he couldn't feel the glass how far did it have to dig into Asura's skin to cause bleeding? Oh gods.. He had never ever meant to hurt someone! The Machamp had already shown his anger. What if he used it to turn him into a pancake?

Swallowing dryly the male tries to catch his breath, his rapid breathing quickly drying his mouth out. No.. no. He would be okay. Asura had to be okay. It was just a tinnie-tiny thing, no big deal. Humans had good medicine, strong medicine, and thumbs! If anyone could help keep Asura healthy it would be Green. "Please," He begged, his claws anxiously ripping at tufts of grass, "Please you have to help him before something bad happens!"

(Uh... skip again? Nothing has changed in Asura's situation... I tried :|)

Traversing the twisting turns of the bogged terrain, the shapeshifter took great care to ensure that he was alone, compressing his body to the contours of the ground and flowed as a liquid, though was solid enough to grip and retain his face in the viscosity. He did not recall how he came to visit these lands foreign to him, awaking in the middle of a hollow in the guise of a reptile, eyes wet with tears he did not recall shedding. While this disturbed him greatly, The Ditto accepted that he would likely not receive an answer to his questions in the immediate future, and set out to wander the strange landscape. Tasting the taint of rot on the wind's breath he moved with his usual amount of caution, not daring to speak or chance a conflict, for once grateful of his body's inorganic stench. It was slow travelling in this form of locomotion, but eventually he came across signs of the living and hastened his approach, still keeping to the shadows and observed silently watching. Judging with the void of his eyes. Rousing his from cacophony of screaming, he formed a rudimentary throat and cleared it, announcing his presence before stepping into view, ears quirked and twitching in an imitation of mammalian mannerisms as he surveyed his company. Staying silent he deliberated on his next course of action. 'KILL THEM EAT THEM CRACK OPEN THEIR SKULLS AND RIP OUT THEIR HEATS MAKE THEM SUFFER MAKE THEM SCREAM. SCREAM.' Speaking in a clear and deep voice, he stated thus; "I take it that you have lost several members of your party, as an act of goodwill I wish to join you, and aid you in your search, along with whatever else I am capable of." As he walked forwards his proportions stretched and twisted, squelching and crackling as bones and muscles were created and subsequently warped into shape, that of a familiar form of a dragon. Testing his wings as he turned his head, he stated with mild emotion as he looked down at the eeveelution. "Someone needs help? Where are the-" His jaw dropped when he noticed the human, blank eyes widening in shock at seeing a physical example of humanity. He assumed that the taste of the woman that he smelt was his own mind deceiving him, which unfortunately was prone to doing so. Yet what stood before him was no hallucination, striding forwards with an unnatural gate and stopping a distance away from Green, simply staring at her, a dull hiss emanating from the Charizard's throat.