(ACE) The MARSH Team

It had been quite some time before that ice cave, and it was warmer out here in comparison, but he had lost Jeriah within the ice maze. The small larvitar was walking alone, the faint smell of a marshland ahead as the scent carried on the air like an ill fog. Rubbing at his eyes with his stubby arms as he was starting to tire from the travel without much of anything to refuel on. Peering ahead he followed the train tracks hoping that his small brother would have followed the metal to food as he walked between them.

Seeing some sort of shape ahead in the darkness, it was hard to tell what it was, as it could have been anything. Gabriel stopped and eyed the object up and down. As it didn't move at all to his approach, he walked closer slowly seeing it was some sort of run down structure proving little worth to linger.

He followed the tracks down a little further hearing the caws of the birds above, slipping off the tracks and following them stomach deep in the marsh gunk. He made himself even smaller and hid his scent in the muck, he didn't want to be found by these birds and he felt that knot getting tighter in his gut. Peering ahead further, he saw some sort of light a fire perhaps, fire meant living. Something darker ran in front of him and he paused, he barely saw it,  but decided to keep going.

Moving quicker not to lose whatever it was, trying to remain as quiet as he could wade through the shallow marsh. The fire is getting closer as other Pokemon started to come into view as silhouettes outlined in the light, the shadows they cast seemed whole enough. A thick voice confirmed it, "Someone needs help? Where are the-" the pause in the voice worried him. Did whoever was speaking seen their unknown death, or were the Pokemon nightmarish infected?

Climbing out of the marsh ready for an attack, the fire was beckoning him to come closer as the warmth was within reach. The shapes became a little more detailed as he came closer, remaining as undetected as he could. The fire was the tail tip of a large orange dragon, two smaller vulpine shapes were Pokemon he's never seen before, and a human. Falling off the path into the swampy muck he Looks up, he gathered himself back to his feet.

Glancing at the other pokemon as he must have been detected then, his only hope that they were friendly enough to not just out right attack him. The small black thing from before was a strange ditto with a white mask, the eerie blank expression that made his scales crawl. Rubbing at his stubs he looked to the others, red eyes falling back to the human taking in their features. Gabriel hadn't seen this many humans before in such a short time, but this one was different. More gruff and worn. " You seem in a little rough shape but I'll have to commend your will to fight this long human," trying to say it as more of a compliment.

Next were the two vulpine pokemon, the body shape might of suggested maybe some sort of eevee family branch but he didn't quite know. The purple one looked ill and weak at first impression, but it must have its nature as the weak would have died long ago. Next was the winged version that seemed more comfortable in the sky then on the ground. Before thinking of the bird types above them, " I have never seen one of your kind before," he said, cocking his head to the side now more curious. The two of them seemed to be together in some form of another, and with the rest of the group around them both one of them seemed to be leader. Then seeing the other pink and pastel colors, as it seemed the more outcast of that family, blinking slowly before giving a nod.

Last but not least was the orange dragon whose fire is what had drawn him to find the group. He seemed to be trying to hide the flame from an aerial view, only adding to his growing suspicion that what ever was flying around up there was bad. " I couldn't help but pick up your flame in the distance. From my angle it looked like a beacon." Moving a little closer to it letting the heat bathe over his olive scales, the cold touch from before melting away. Looking at each in turn he came to notice he hadn't given himself a name. " Gabriel... " he said, holding out the stubby arm. Having addressed the whole of the group, hopefully having convinced that he meant them no harm and no ill intentions toward them.

(Thanks to Phoenix for the proof read, and edit due to confusion with location he's outside.)

The Radon rushed out of the train, calling out her name. "Ah! Green!" Blastoise and his trainer alike both snapped their head around in the direction of the poison Eevee. The back of Green's mind recoiled, seeing the same shades and colours from Kitty's death, but pushed it down. She could feel Blasty's eyes burning into her back as she stepped forward.
"Something up?" she demanded, eyes alert.

"Asura cut himself, he's bleeding!" Alarm shot through her. Asura?
"How bad is it? Where is the wound?" Already the girl was reaching for a ball at her waist, her most precious partner's Pokeball expanding easily in her palm with no effort.

"Please," the youth begged, the picture of anxiety before the trainer. "Please you have to help him before something bad happens!" Her heart went out for the little guy.
"Nothing bad will happen-- where is he? Still in the train?" Green waved to the Blastoise and her other pokemon, leaving them outside, as she walked towards the door with the ball still in hand. Yep, sure enough, there were droplets of blood on the floor, leaving her grateful for shoes.

"Jiggly-- come on out!" Holding the pokeball out, a large, thick rabbit appeared with a flash of light, the Wigglytuff turning immediately to her trainer. "This Machamp is Asura; he's wounded. Use heal pulse to close the wound."
She nodded, stepping towards the miscoloured fighting type. "Hold out the injured limb, Asura."

Padding inside the building Seek had to admit that Eleroo and Asura had done a pretty good job of.. well, of something. They had bundled up or pushed everything aside, so at least the floor was safe to walk on. Placing the berry bag down gently in a corner the Aiveon gave Asura a glance, murmuring, "Good work!" Before walking out without waiting for a reply. At the same time Eleroo and Green darted in, but the female was busy and had her own tasks to finish.

No more then a couple steps out of the doorway she gave her pelt a shake, noticing how much thinner and light it felt. That was definitely something she would have to get used to. With the sound of force against air, and a gentle thud Shenron dropped from the roof back to the ground. "Anything else you would like me to do?" A small smirk crossed the Aiveon's muzzle, pleased. At least someone respected her authority! "Hmm.. lets see.." She ponders aloud, wanting to keep the dragon busy. Who was doing what again? Their shelter was getting pretty clean, and she only had a couple more windows to clog. Green's Pokemon where going to gather bedding, and Shenron had fixed the hole in the- "Oh!" She gasps, realizing something.

Padding backward she points to the door that had been flung open and forgotten. It was a thin metal door, the massive hole the Sceptile had torn in it completely ruining its integrity. She pawed gently at the metal strips that protruded from it. They looked almost like steel flower petals... "Can you fix this door too?" She asked, her voice gentler then it had been all day. "The door is still good and can close just fine, but it wont do us much good with this hole in it." After that they should be good, right?

The slightest moment catches her attention, a normal color moving out of sync with the rest of the environment. Looking past the dragon Seek screws her eyes to pick out the Larvitar's shape among the plants. When did he get here!? First the Sylveon and now this kid.. since when was a marsh a hot spot for random Pokemon to gather? The Aiveon sneered, body growing tense. At least its better then random undead. Beside, it looked like some stupid kid. They couldn't do crap if they wanted to. "I have never seen one of your kind before," The Larvitar commented, its voice curious but not intrusive. Taken aback by its words Seek awkwardly repositioned her paws. Was that a good or a bad thing, admiration or accusation? "Thank you?" She mutters hesitantly, surmising it to be endearing statement. The proud smirk returns to her face, and with a small shift of her head the Aiveon repositions her head fluff. "I am pretty rare." Maybe this kid wasn't so bad.

One ear twitches, a strange noise instantly sending chills down the Aiveon's spine. A low-bearing hiss, the sound of aggression. Someone was here, someone else. Seek's blue eyes traveled sideways, her body not daring to move, and settle on the shape of a strange black Charizard at the edge of the trees. Giving her own deep growl the Aiveon stood her ground, tails spreading and fur fluffing up. "What the hell do you want." She hisses not as a question but a demand. This was her shelter, and might as well be her property. Like hell she was going to let some jerkface just waltz in on them and take it!


Eleroo gulped down a mouthful off air, near gagging on the dryness of his mouth. "Nothing bad will happen-- where is he? Still in the train?" "Yes, yes!" He squeaks, eyes lighting up hopefully, "He's in the back of the station!" Releasing the poor sprigs of grass the purple eeveelution bound back toward the building, giving Seek a passing glance as she padded outside. He didn't even know she had been in there, but whatever. What one quick leap over the steps, something he was getting used to already, Eleroo skid across the floor in a terrible stop before Asura, calling out, "Asura, Asura Green is going to help you!"

"Jiggly-- come on out!" With a flash of light a new Pokemon appeared in the room. It was a Wigglytuff, a Pokemon Eleroo knew oddly enough. Keeping his form low to the ground the poison type awkwardly moved closer to the Machamp, his big red eyes looking between Jiggly, Asura, and the wound. He didn't really know what the Wigglytuff was for but he was sure Green knew what she was doing. "This Machamp is Asura; he's wounded. Use heal pulse to close the wound." Heal Pulse? He had never heard of that before. Clearly it was a healing thing by the name and that's what the fairy type was for. But.. didn't humans just use medicine? The youth's face twists confused. This was kinda odd but if it worked it worked. "Hold out the injured limb, Asura." The Wigglytuff asked, ready to begin. Heat pulsed beneath the fur of the Radeon's face and he scooted his way to Asura's other side. He didn't want to get in the way but he really wanted to watch. For Asura, of course.

Asura spent some time being a bit more thorough, and keeping an eye on his steps. No need to repeat his mistake with glass once more. As he went he spotted an old photograph. It was framed, though the glass was shattered and mostly missing- perhaps it had recently been in his foot. It appeared to be of two humans practicing some sort of martial art. The machamp looked at it for a few moments, briefly recalling some of his own training. But it was not his master, nor him, in the photo. With a gruff sigh, he tossed it into the forming center pile. No reason for him to keep it.

The amount of voices outside had increased while Asura was working, though he assumed it was the trainer letting out more of her pokemon. It took a good while for the Radeon to get anyone back, and by the time Green and Eleroo had made it back, the entire place was looking pretty clean. The bench was placed upright on the floor once again, and save for the large, linear pile of scrap down the middle, the floor was mostly clean. On either side of said pile flecks of this and that were scattered around still, but nothing dangerous. Asura had made sure that, especially on the second side, glass was not present.

Eleroo came back, in a very… interesting, skidding stop. ”Be careful.” One might wonder if any of his tones of voice were anything BUT gruff. At least there were clear hints of caring or respect in the various brash tones he used. He gave a nod to green, who seemed to be… well, holding together, at least.

"Jiggly-- come on out!" With a smooth flash, a Wigglytuff came out. Asura was starting to see, and took note of Green’s naming system, and hoped he would not be nicknamed ‘machhy’ or ‘choppy’ at some point. "This Machamp is Asura; he's wounded. Use heal pulse to close the wound." The human and her pokemon were very accommodating, for the state of this world. He would appreciate that, and be sure to reciprocate later on.

"Hold out the injured limb, Asura." Asura simply lifted his foot, holding it a few feet from the Wigglytuff rather shamelessly. He gave a soft nod, as a speechless thanks.

He spoke now in general, though more as a guiding command to the Radeon, looking towards him. ”All that is left is to get the scrap clear of the building, or find some sort of use for it.” He turned his head towards green. ”You and I are likely the only pair very capable of locating and obtaining anything useful from within this heap. However, I cannot read in any human languages, so your eyes will be more useful than my own, while my arms may be more efficient than your own.”

The dragon's face twitched into a ghost of a smile as he looked down at the assertive avian, they spoke a question that Uboa rarely understood himself. What did he want? Peace and goodwill for all of God's creatures? Retribution for the sins of the demons? But who was he to judge beast from benefactor, and even still, beasts deserved some kind of kindness that belongs to all living beings. More, he wished for a world where he didn't have to go out and seek to aid others, and he knew that ultimately his efforts were useless. Everything was doomed to become ash and dust, all he could hope for was that they weren't dragged kicking and screaming. But then, he has failed at preventing even that from occurring, and indulged himself in momentary melancholy. He squelched such selfish emotions after a few seconds however, it did no one any good, and the avian was asking what his current desires were, and spoke in a soft, and deferential tone. "I want...to help. The reason I was agitated earlier was that I smelt something wretched, and it left a bad taste in my mouth." The reptile made and odd expression as he heard the human speak in it's human tongue, something between a sneer and a grimace that curled it's lip in disgust, before being succeeded by a soft smile. "But there is no use for bigotry now is there?" Turning away The Dragon looks down at the Sylveon, cocking his horned head. It befuddled him to no end how common eveelutions were in the apocalypse, supposedly they were one of the rarest species one could encounter, but, one could suppose that their flexibility in mutations make them more resilient. Opening his maw wide he let out a soft yawn, since it was pretty late for him and it was an efficient way to get more oxygen, and looked back over to the avian, going down onto one knee to properly address them. "I am Uboa, and I came to this place because I heard that someone may have vanished. Give me names, and and descriptions. I will search for them."

Gabriel was keeping his distance from the lot of them, out of respect and not wanting to give them a reason to attack. Unsure if they were hostile as he studies each one from head to tail taking in every detail, each twitch of muscle under scale or fur. The unique winged Eevee seemed the leader of the little group here just by how all the other Pokemon stood around it. It would be the first Pokemon to earn his respect, and in hopes to earn respect from her in turn. "Thank you?" she started maybe a little hesitantly before standing up a little straighter, he did the same keeping a stern blank face.

"I am pretty rare." Gabriel blinked his red eyes slowly, 'she seems rather prideful' was his first thoughts about her. He watched as the human seemed to have run off into the shelter they had set up. Something about a Pokemon being hurt inside. No one else seemed to be on edge about it so it didn't seem to serious such as the worst comes to worse. He shakes his head, looking back into the dark sky above knowing whatever was up there was far more of a danger. Taking a few steps closer to attempt to mingle with the group feeling at least some what welcome already.

"What the hell do you want." Looking over to the behemoth black charizard, but an outline still making his scales crawl. The stink it was giving off was worse than the surrounding marsh, like many Magikarp beached rotted in human population. Keeping his distance more so from the seemly strange ditto creature, his eyes keep trailing back to the black creepy white mask before shaking his head moving into the group a little more. Peering back to the roof top mesmerized for a few seconds from the normal charizard's tail flame dancing so slightly.

A weight coming off one shoulder, but heavier on the other, had Jeriah perished or found a group like this. Peering around the camp then seeing shadows and outlines are small things, but no storage of food, morning might bring more luck to finding something. Moving off to the side, he dug into the ground a good arms depth testing the ground for this infection, hopes that something was edible under his feet. Though much of the top soil was polluted by dead and this vile virus making even the earth eaters have to think about what they eat.

"I know I'm new here, but is there anything that I can help with?" A pink similar body style to the other two came into view as he looked up patched the ground again not really finding much of anything. As for the pink ribbon Pokemon he peers over not saying much of anything letting the winged one address them in turn. "Hello, sorry if I'm interrupting I'm Felix and I'm new here. Is there anything you all need help with?" Gabriel gave a short sound perhaps a scoff, ' food, water, and shelter.'

Food seems to be lacking, 'maybe they had a bad day' thinking to himself. 'I'll see if I can help find anything in the morning. Being alone, I would find food harder. In a group I would have more chance to find food, safety in numbers helps to.' he thinks about the situation. Rich soil could be dug in so he was for the most part okay with the group and no one else could ingest it. But the first few layers of the ground always seemed rotten. Meat has been just as hard to find, with infected flesh moving around it would make the charizards harder to feed as well as the human and her Pokemon. Turning back to the eevee evolution tree Pokemon, ' maybe they are vegetarians or berry munches' thinking.

Water might be a little harder for a party. Thinking going slowly back to the marsh shore line and put a stub in swirling the slimy filmed water. Looking back, turning to the Charizard that seemed to wander off, leaving the black one, " Maybe we can get one of the fire types to burn off anything that might be in the water" talking quietly to himself off to the side. " Would be easier than having to make a soil filter with the lack of any rich, clean soil." continues to mutter to himself off to the side.

Turning back to the camp set up behind him, 'this could be only temporary but if these Pokemon have come this far' shrugging his shoulders. Turning back to the winged one waiting for a reply before fully entering their camp. "I am Uboa, and I came to this place because I heard that someone may have vanished. Give me names, and and descriptions. I will search for them." the black charizard has said then though it must have been a conversation that he was getting the tail end of. Least it had a name, and Uboa made him uncomfortable to be around. Something that Gabriel wouldn't have let Jeriah near if the little steel type was here.

The Machamp merely nodded, cooperating without any word. Green stood back, passive, while her oldest partner took over with ease. There was no threat of danger from the fighting type, nor the poison Eevee, they had both proven ally enough for the trainer to feel comfortable enough with her gaze lazily running over the rest of the cable car.

Jiggly studied the puncture wounds without fflinching, her expression unmoving and eyes almost solemn. Blood was not a new occurrence in the apocalypse and she was more than desensitized to it, being the group's healer. Not like the boys don't don't get themselves into trouble often enough. The Machamp did as he was told and the fairy type nodded her appreciation before holding out two, tiny paws not proportionate to her body.

A soft, pale glow pulsed from her, giving way to the name of the technique, as she used her massive amounts of natural health to share with the other, healing the wound. The skin and tissue merged together before her eyes, a sight she was accustomed to, as the wound healed within minutes.

Asura spoke then, not directly addressing either trainer nor Pokemon. ”All that is left is to get the scrap clear of the building, or find some sort of use for it.” Green did not respond, though her eyes trailed to the pile which he referred to, but when his attention came to her then the trainer raised her eyebrows in question. ”You and I are likely the only pair very capable of locating and obtaining anything useful from within this heap. However, I cannot read in any human languages, so your eyes will be more useful than my own, while my arms may be more efficient than your own.”

Green considered for a moment before nodding. "Might be things relevant to before the zombies, not even just survival loot," she mused out loud while Jiggly pulled back her paws with a soft, "All done. You should be able to walk and move normally now." The dual type's eyes were noticeably more dull than before, the slight exhaustion from giving her own strength to heal the wound apparent. But Green reached forward, rubbing one of her ears in thanks.

Before either could speak, a Sylveon trotted in. "Where did you come from?" Green blurted out with a frown. He hadn't been there before.
"Hello, sorry if I'm interrupting I'm Felix and I'm new here. Is there anything you all need help with?"
Oh. That explained things. "Maybe help stifle through the junk?" Green shrugged. She had forgotten for the time being about the tragedy of her Liepard and thus her usual personality was beginning to shine through once more.

The growl grows a bit louder in the back of her throat, saliva building behind her teeth. There was something severely off about this Pokemon compared to the others. Its approach, its hostility, and its seemly sudden change in display. "I want...to help. The reason I was agitated earlier was that I smelt something wretched, and it left a bad taste in my mouth." A small puff of air exits her nostrils. Did it just say earlier? Seconds or even minutes is not earlier. Oh legends why was she in the presence of yet another moron? "We dont want or need your help." The Aiveon sneers, letting her fangs glint in the dying light. The last thing this merry band of misfits needed was another idiot.

Who did this guy think he was? Barging in, being all hostile and blaming it on scents of all things. 'Sorry' that a jerk like you isnt used to the smell of other damn living beings. Legends, she was sick of this guy already. "But there is no use for bigotry now is there?" A.. what? That was another word she didn't know. Stupid adults trying to be all fancy. "Speak for yourself." Raising her head the Aiveon flicks one ear, annoyed. It was doing a good job of getting on her bad side. "I am Uboa, and I came to this place because I heard that someone may have vanished. Give me names, and and descriptions. I will search for them."
What? Seeks face contorts, baffled, her tails falling a bit lower. Again, who the heck did this guy think he was? People vanished? Yeah that was normal these days. Safety in numbers also attracts the undead, so Pokemon weave in and out of groups all the time. Its a matter of getting used to being betrayed, abandoned, and ditched. Why was he acting like that was anything special, and who the hell could of 'told' it that!? Still, it was her chance to get rid of this dumb dumb. Sure, having two dragon by her side could be a great asset but having another imbecile would only be a hindrance. Her voice is cold, not at all accepting of the faux dragons offer. "You want names and descriptions? Your arse, coal-black and foul, thirty miles to the south."

The Aiveon's muscles twitch, pleased with herself. No one told her what to do! The others seemed to accept to lead as well, ignoring the black dragon that she was taking care of. "I know I'm new here, but is there anything that I can help with?" The Syleon came closer, concern in his voice. Seek flicked her tails and let them relax completely. Fairies were good against dragons, right? Felix could give this guy some lumps or something if he didn't get the message. Wait.. Charizards are not dragon types. That, and the Sylveon did not look like he'd last two minutes in a fight, let it be against a dragon or an oddish. "Go to Eleroo." She instructs, wanting the eeveelution out of harms way.

The Larvitar spoke up as well, his voice so soft that she would of missed it had it not been for such large ears. "Maybe we can get one of the fire types to burn off anything that might be in the water" Water filtration? Strange timing but hey, she hadn't even thought of that. Come to think of it she hadn't had a drink of actual water in while, just juice from berries and other food that she managed to get. Im used to impurities by now though. Still, a fresh drink sounded divine, and humans were not the best at handling the bacteria that water often held. "That's not a bad idea, kid." At least she'd had another task for Shenron. The normal-colored Charizard was proving a lot more useful then she had initially thought.
As if on cue Shenron spoke up, "Alright..! Let this cool some before anyone touches it. I'd hate to have you learn what cauterization and destroying a personal trail is like." Looking back to the door Seek finds herself impressed by the dragons handy-work. While it was clear something had happened to the door there was no longer a hole or shape petals protruding from it. "That's fantastic!" She praises, keeping her distance from the still hot metal. "No more gapping hole~"

Looking back to the black dragon Seek rolled her eyes, an inner switch flipping as any kindness is removed from her thoughts. Shenron was plenty enough dragon for them. The light in her voice fades once more, growing dark as she addresses the foreigner. "I dont know where you heard that someone "vanished." That's some classy BS if I ever heard it, but we don't need some crotchety dragon blotting the sky spouting garbage. You are not welcome here."


The Radeon's red eyes widened as the Wigglytuff began her work. A soft glow, a careful touch, a mastered ability used with such ease.. Jiggly truly made an art of her skill. Tingles trickled down the youths spine as he watched, so completely enthralled that Asura's voice caused a hard flinch, ”All that is left is to get the scrap clear of the building, or find some sort of use for it.” The scrap? He's still thinking about work? But how! He was hurt and getting tended to. How could he still be thinking about clearing out the room when he had a hurt foot! ”You and I are likely the only pair very capable of locating and obtaining anything useful from within this heap. However, I cannot read in any human languages, so your eyes will be more useful than my own, while my arms may be more efficient than your own.”

Eleroo took an awkward step back; Asura's wound was healed and no longer something worth watching or being so close to. Am I not needed in here anymore? I thought I was doing a good job. The Machamp said they only had to clear the scrap now and he was completely capable of that! What did he expect Green to get out of this junk that he couldnt do just as well? "Might be things relevant to before the zombies, not even just survival loot," Oh, things like that. Staring at the floor as he kneaded it with his paws the child had to admit that was something only man could do. I can still help, I did sort out a lot of the stuff after all!

Opening his maw to explain the boxing system the Radeon is stopped by the sound of paw steps and the human exclaiming, "Where did you come from?" Squatting even closer to the floor Eleroo's head flips toward the incoming Pokemon; its the Sylveon he saw earlier. Relief floods his pelt, muscles relaxing and loosening up. He mustn't be bad if Seek let him stay with us. She would of sent him away so fast if he was bad. "Hello, sorry if I'm interrupting I'm Felix and I'm new here. Is there anything you all need help with?" Felix, that was a nice name. "I-Im Eleroo." His voice is a soft squeak, an awkward insertion. This wasn't even his conversation yet he was forcing himself into it.. Introductions aside, Green tries to assist the fairy, suggesting, "Maybe help stifle through the junk?"

Giving a nod, even if they were not talking to him, Eleroo carefully pads over to the pile he had formed with Asura. "I was sorting the different things into these boxes. Though, I dont really know what half this stuff does." Books and papers were one thing, but the tools, wires, and containers of sorts were another entirely. Giving Felix a friendly smile he tries to keep his voice steady, "More paws would help." Circling around the cardboard he nudges the paper's box a little toward Green with his head, and mutters, "Maybe some of these could help you?" Asura had called them no more then bedding but perhaps some of it could have a use after all.

Asura grunted in response to his healer giving permission to move about normally- not that he’d have listened if he was told to take it easy. He puts the foot down roughly, testing the heal- and sure enough, feels just fine. "Where did you come from?"

Asura looks to the entrance, seeing Green greeting an apparent newcomer with a grimace. Another Eeveelution, it seems. "Hello, sorry if I'm interrupting I'm Felix and I'm new here. Is there anything you all need help with?" Offering assistance. They needed all the help they could get, with night falling around them. For now, it looked like Green was going to handle the newcomer, so Asura turned to address his original helper.

"I was sorting the different things into these boxes. Though, I dont really know what half this stuff does." Sure enough, the boxes were full. Asura had never taken the chance to see how Eleroo’s progress was going, being so focused after his outburst. Not only were the soft goods pulled, but even sorted a bit… not bad.

”Well done, Eleroo. Now we should probably start removing the remaining scrap- anything we cannot sift through today will likely remain in the morning, in any case. I am willing to assist you, if you like- it seems as though your technique using your tail to move things was working well.” The question in Asura’s mind was now one of placement- would he be of more use hauling scrap out, or sifting through things with Green? He waits to see the next turn of events before choosing his role, now.

"That's not a bad idea, kid." Gabriel looks back to the winged evolution then curious how he had heard him. He shrugs it off figuring that the ear tufts had something to do with it. returning closer to the group looking out over the dim marsh for any hope to see the shiny metal of his aron. but at last there was no sign. He would have to stay with this group and hope that Jeriah was safe. Looking at what he could see out here, then the shelter that the Charizard was working on, everything was here just needed the teamwork. "Alright..! Let this cool some before anyone touches it. I'd hate to have you learn what cauterization and destroying a personal trail is like." looking up at the flying fire lizard on the roof as it finished its work. Looked strong and very healthy and very prioritized to trying to survive. This Pokemon was alright in his book. Very helpful indeed, though it was a clear double sided sword in more ways then one. What ever was up there were flying around so flight would be off the list to do and the tail was a signal fire from the air.

"That's fantastic!" looking back to see the winged one also saw the use of the Charizard as well "No more gapping hole~" looking at the still glowing steel. 'They under attack already from something?' asking himself before moving closer to the shelter looking at the nearest wall corner to corner as far as he could see. Yes, it could work to house them all. Inside he could hear some more talking. Poking his head into the door frame and looked inside. " Anything else you would like me to do? It's getting dark, so perhaps a patrol wouldn't be wise, but there is a berry cache nearby. Or I can retrieve sticks for splints later. Never know " pulling his head back out to the Charizard, knowing where food was a great start maybe that's something he could help with as well. After all, being the smaller of the group must have its perks for once. "I don't know where you heard that someone "vanished." That's some classy BS if I ever heard it, but we don't need some crotchety dragon blotting the sky spouting garbage. You are not welcome here." the black Charizard was addressed again. Choosing not to get further involved he climbed up into the door frame and moved closer to the group inside.

(( short n crappy ... yay.))

Lou wandered around the marsh aimlessly, he was terrified and it showed through his shaky paws and low crying. He didn’t know what to do! He’d never been by himself before, and he’d always had someone to tell him what to do.

The puppy whimpered quietly, trying to not to alert any undead. He’d been fighting back sobs since he had to run away. He missed home. And he didn’t know where he was, he’d never been to a place like this, he only guessed it was a marsh from one of the books a kid had read to him when he was working at the library.

He wanted desperately to find someone, anyone else who was alive. He hated being by himself and he was too young to really know how to fight, he’d been lucky up until now that he hadn’t had any serious run ins with the infected.

In the distance he saw some sort of structure and he felt hope and excitement bubble inside him. He hopped around excitedly for a moment. He ran towards it but stopped as he reached a small body of water. It was gross and murky but he didn’t stop to consider what it was or what could be hiding inside. He jumped right in and doggy paddled across, frantically moving his short paws to keep from sinking. He probably should have learned to swim before jumping into a gross marsh.

He reached the end and pulled himself out of the water, shaking the gross water and mud (and whatever else). When he was dry enough he started walking towards the structure again, he was practically skipping with excitement, his tail could be a weapon with how fast it was wagging.

When he reached it he barked excitedly, “Hello is anyone here?” He remembered his manners and added, “My name is Lou and I could use some help!”

Watching the Sylveon with a steady gaze, Green is cautious but not weary of the new Pokemon. "I'm from Kalos." It answers simply, missing the point of her question but showing her honesty. The others remaining calmed and it showed no signs of violence or invasion. He was no threat.
The Radeon trotted over to the assortment of boxes, his gaze beaming. "I was sorting the different things into these boxes. Though, I dont really know what half this stuff does." Examining his work Green is quite surprised by his precision; everything is sorted by shape or type of material. Even is he was unfamiliar with the objects Eleroo had done a pretty good job at organizing them by sight. Even one box that's full of tools by the look of it only has things made of metal though their shapes vary. Did you belong to someone?
Absorbed by one of the boxs Eleroo's voice catches her off guard, a box suddenly closer. "Maybe some of these could help you?"

Green's gaze grows wide upon seeing the box he had brought her. It was filled to the brim with books and papers. "I'll take a look." She says dryly, already kneeling down to look at the contents. No care had been put in to keeping them flat and neat, forcing her rifling to trudge at a slow pace as not to tear anything. Her interest, the papers, were lodged under books and threatened to rip apart at the slightest touch. Moving the books aside the first few she grabbed were nothing but manuals for the trolly or about the local wildlife.

Setting them aside she grabs the papers warily, aware that exposure to the damp air over the years would make them delicate if not moldy. Diagrams to trolly wheels... work schedules.. local Pokemon and their locations.. a festival ad.. Green's face grows stiff. She hadn't expected to find anything in a place like this and most likely all this stuff was useless. Still, she presses on, grabbing another handful of loose papers. Thumbing through them its more arbitrary then anything until she comes to rest upon one. Its handwritten words were faded, barely legible after its exposure to the elements. "Biweekly Population Watch..... today our continued observation of Starly flock 37 has yielded strange results. Several individuals appear to be ill with an unknown condition that was not present at the last watch. Purple spots have started to discolor their feathers.... one individual is heavily wounded and can not fly. It also shows the discoloration. We are taking it into our custody for medical help..."

Letting her hand droop Green finished reading the notes before set the paper aside numbly. This place was no different then anyway else, the date on the top of the paper one she had seen too many times. Flinging off her backpack she carefully slide it inside, making sure it was not damp and wouldn't damage or get mixed up in her other items.

Jiggly's paw gently burshed her knee, the Fairy's gaze concerned. Giving her a weak smile and another rub on the ear Green muttered, "Try to rest." Before returning her old friend continuing to and sift through the box.

The dragon did not respond. Instead, it spread its wings and flew off, its dark colors quickly swallowed by the deepening sky. Seek threw her head back and smiled boastfully. That was easier then I thought. Sure, it could come back but for some reason she doubted that it would. I showed him whos boss! A stiff breeze brushed toward their shelter, ruffling her fur and tugging at her feathers. As much as she'd love to bask in her victory there were more pressing matters to think of.

With a huff she turns back toward the building, muttering, "Good riddance," but does not get to head inside. Shenron speaks again, inquiring, "Anything else you would like me to do? It's getting dark, so perhaps a patrol wouldn't be wise, but there is a berry cache nearby. Or I can retrieve sticks for splints later. Never know." Tipping her head to the side Seek looks at the sky. The bloodied red color was edging toward violet; they didn't have long now. "Uhh..." She hums to herself trying to think of anything else they needed to do. "Yeah no patrols. Its too late for that. And we got a sack full of berries ready for the night." It'd probably be enough for the group... though their larger members and owned 'mons might remain hungry. Her head tilts the other direction. What had she told everyone to do again? Food.. Shelter.. Bedding.. Was she missing something?

Oh no! Her eyes fly wide open.  I haven't finished my job! Taking in a deep breath to maintain her composure the Aiveon splits her jaws to speak but is interrupted by a sudden voice, “Hello is anyone here?” It was no more then a squeak, a childs voice. Looking at the Larvitar with wide eyes she can see it was not him, even more so as the voice continues, “My name is Lou and I could use some help!” Without questioning 'Lou's' integrity she gives Shenron more instructions with a flick of one paw. "Go find him!" If it really was just a child then Shenron should be able to take care of things.

Satisfied, Seek bounds toward the Blastoise who remained stoic as he waited. Yet she stops mid-step, looking back at the Larvitar. She would of told him to head inside but the child was already doing so. Smiling weakly she continued toward the water type with hurried steps.


Green looked at his boxes with a scrutinizing eye. Taking an anxious step back Eleroo wondered if he had angered her with his treatment of her kind's creations. But as she went for the box he had pushed forward the fear fizzles away. "I'll take a look." She says before starting to fiddle with the box, her voice void of anger or any other emotion. Felix approached the piles and Asura must looked at them as well as he said, ”Well done, Eleroo. Now we should probably start removing the remaining scrap- anything we cannot sift through today will likely remain in the morning, in any case. I am willing to assist you, if you like- it seems as though your technique using your tail to move things was working well.” Asura's words held praise, making the small Radeon grow hot under his lavender fur. "T-thank you." He murmured toward the floor with his tail swishing.

Shifting on his paws he stiffly padded around the junk they had piled up and started to pick apart another side. Weird machine thing in the weird machine things box. A broken chair leg in a wood box.. It was almost comforting to organize things he had used to be around so often. A disconcerting feeling tickled his spine, forcing the eeveelution to turn around and see that Green had stopped digging in the box and was now reading a paper. Her eyes held a strange look.. Swallowing at a knot in his throat Eleroo dared to ask, "What is that?" Before the human slipped paper into her sack. What kinds of things would even be here that could interest her?

Felix's asks him something, pulling the Radeon away from the human as she messes with her Pokemon. The Sylveon is holding something in his ribbons, awing the poison type by his dexterity. "Eleroo, is there a place for kitchen utensils?" He blinked his ruby gaze at the utensil for a few moments before padding to a box with an odd assortment of items. "Not exactly, but this one should work." There were pens, rulers, screw drivers, forks, and other items of such a relative shape. Upon gazing in it he realized the box still had a fair amount of room in it. Maybe I should just throw stuff in randomly.. Most this stuff wouldn't matter anyway- it was either damaged or was no use to a bunch of Pokemon. Pushing the thought away the Radeon went back to idly organizing.

The Sylveon answers a past question. "I'm from Kalos." Kalos? That was a long way from here... wherever here was. "Im from Hoenn." The Radeon purred as he placed a canteen in one box, remembering his home fondly. Tugging a piece of rope from the pile he pads around the pile but freezes as he spots something from the corner of his eye. It was a tiny green shape near the door, another Pokemon? The rope falls from his jaws, anxiety chocking him instantly. "He-llo?" He asks hesitantly, hoping Seek had sent this one too.

Asura nodded his head to Eleroo's thanks, turning to the other Eeveelution and just observing the two. They seem to be doing well, and doing things that his big, burly, and rather uncoordinated hands would not be effective in. A new figure appears- a smaller pokemon with which Asura was not aquianted. It was a Larvitar- something else that was likely more useful in these circumstances than he. Asura walks in the direction of the newcomer, his footsteps announcing his movement with solid, but dull thuds on the floor with each step. It's quickly clear, though, that he is not directly approaching the Larvitar. Instead, he passes by the creature, and steps outside into the mud. His eyes scan the group he first encountered, and looks over to the grave that holds Kitty once more. Such a numbness towards death- instead of avoiding it, he embraces it. It's a normality of life, one that is merely an extreme presence now. He remembers all the warriors who have fallen around him... and others still who are gone, and likely dead.

His eyes move to the winged Eevee, and approaches. He's speaking with the Charizard that Asura had noticed earlier, though not interacted with. Then there was a faint voice... not understandable, but clearly a voice. Seek barks an order, and Asura thumps his way to them. "Go find whom, seek? The Charizard should not venture alone." Asura shamelessly would insert himself into situations, and actually rarely knew what they were. He knew when to butt out, but rarely when to not get involved in the first place... so, not knowing what was going on, he is ready to Accompany the flying and fire type.

( Pass Gabe's just wandering around quietly getting used to the inside. Getting ready to try and sleep)

"Pup? What are you doing here? Its getting late... Come with me"

Lou practically vibrated with excitement upon reaching the fire dragon, he'd been away from other for so long he could hardly stand it.

The Charizard reached a paw out to Lou and he sniffed his hand before giving it a slobbery lick. "I can't guarantee you won't be harmed but a group is safer then solo I assure you"

He followed the Charizard hardly pondering his words and instead focusing on the fact that he said group. That meant even more pokemon! He couldn't wait to meet them!

The remainder of the box held nothing of interest. The eeveelutions continued their sorting, more efficiently then one would expect for those without thumbs, and the purple one gave a short reply, "I'm from Hoenn." Green pushed her hair back behind her ear, settling more comfortably back on her knees. How strange was it that they were both such a far ways from home and in a truly dreary. Why would you shelter here?

"He-llo?" Eleroo's voice chips in again, the hesitation on the word instantly setting the human into a state of alarm. Looking up she can see a new Pokemon has entered the building, a Larvitar, though it gives no response to the weary greeting. Brandishing her machete Green readies herself, suddenly aware of her limited options in ways of Pokemon. But the Larivtar gave no sign of violence or mistrust, trotting around the room innocently enough.

Her grip tightened on the hilt, sizing up the target and room, when the Sylveon interjects, "I've seen that pokemon earlier, its a larvitar and seems he's just as lost. He shouldn't be undead so maybe he was sent to help." The Pokemon had been here before? Did I not notice? Her hand relaxed, setting the weapon back on the floor. The Pokemon clearly was not undead though she knew better then to trust that fact alone. Despite her apprehension the others continued on without a second thought. Asura stood and walked outside while Felix moved to grab something, clearly at ease. It mustn't of done anything before if Felix is fine with its presence. But how could they trust strangers so openly when they could easily infect one another? These Pokemon are accepting of each other as survivors. It is not my place to judge.

With a small sigh Green forced herself to relax. There was no point in getting worked up over temporary company. While she missed Felix's paw steps his voice instantly jerked her back into awareness. "Do you need this book? I found it laying on the ground covered in dust." At first glance she is amazed by the near perfect condition of the book. Taking it in her hands she realizes its from protective plastic, saving the paper pages from this foul environment. Wiping the dust off and flipping it over to read the back and spine she can see its botanical book listing different types of berries and plants, where to find them, and their uses. A numb feeling spreads in her stomach; clearly this book had been bought for this hell but never made it that far. "I think I can use this, actually." She muses, flipping her backpack around once more to put it inside. In truth, she had been living off the land plenty long enough to know how to survive but there was no harm in thumbing the pages for something new.

Outside Blasty stood stoic as Seek approached. He would of gone off himself to check out the cry but without being addressed to do so it would of been inappropriate. "Miss Avieon," The turtle ushers politely as the eeveelution finishes her approach, "Shall we finish before we are caught in the dark?" Gently he shifts, lowering one arm and aid her ascent.

Eleroo stood very still, every hair on his pelt spiked with fear. The Pokemon did not reply but nor did it stop. Slowly it examined the room, keeping to itself and staying silent. Was it just shy or was it staking a claim on their shelter? Swallowing a lump in his throat the Radeon was about to ask another question when thankfully Felix explained, "I've seen that pokemon earlier, its a larvitar and seems he's just as lost. He shouldn't be undead so maybe he was sent to help." Instantly a wash of relief trickled down his spine. "Oh okay." If the poor thing was lost then maybe he needed a little encouragement. "My name is Eleroo. What's yours?" The poison type introduced himself with a smile. It sure had been a while since he had met so many other Pokemon.

Suddenly Asura started to walk toward the exit, leaving without another word. !! A pang of sorrow stabbed Eleroo' belly, one paw reaching gingerly forward before falling limply to the floor. Was Asura mad? Did I do something wrong? He was probably overreacting like usual but it was still upsetting. Green and Felix went back to the pile, which was swiftly diminishing, but Eleroo no longer felt up to the task. With a soft sigh he padded over to one of the full boxes and started to shove it toward the back of the room, slowly pushing it under the tables like it used to be. Hopefully we can stop soon..


The sound of heavy footsteps halted Seek's forward motion. Turning around she saw Asura heading toward her, clearly wanting something. "Go find whom, Seek? The Charizard should not venture alone." Blinking her blue eyes the Aiveon wondered what he meant by that. Shenron was a little neutral for her taste but he seemed perfectly capable on his own. Do you not trust him? That wasn't really her problem. "Someone was calling for help. They sounded young too." Reciting it back the whole thing sounded pretty sketchy. But what if its legitimate? The lambasting for not even checking would be worse. "If you are worried about Shenron then you can follow his tail flame." She dismisses him, swinging her tails as she spoke.

As if on cue the Blastoise approached the last few yards. "Miss Aiveon," he started, getting a quick correction, "Lady Seek." She may be an Aiveon now but it still felt a bit odd to hear. "Shall we finish before we are caught in the dark?" Glancing up at the sky Seek pouts with dismay as the last scarlet rays fade out. "Yes, but its a little late for that." Giving her pelt a quick shake to fluff it up the flying type clambered onto the Blatoise's shoulders once more. Her helmet was still in place and looked to have just enough grass clumps to finish her task. "Let's hurry."