(ACE) The STARK Team

"FUCK!" Frank screams.
The ground is rolling underfoot like a stormy sea. With a violet glow outlining his body he tries to run. Only every third step actually touches the quaking ground. Screw getting down the tunnel; the Gothitelle is finding it hard enough to avoid getting tipped over the edge. He clings tightly to the pink furred pokemon under his arm and grits his teeth. Rock cracks loudly and grinds together. A spiral of stone dust and a small shower of pebbles bounce off his shoulder. The cavern echoes with a deep roaring sound. The Aggron's heavy armored body seems to be getting further way. It was impossible to hear exactly what was being said over the noise of the mountain shaking around them.
"Hold on!" He yells at the Audino, hoping that the normal type isn't already deafened by the rumbling.
He throws up his other hand, an arc of violet light spreading over his head as he bats away more falling stones.
Without warning the violent quaking stops. Frank trips on the now still ground and nearly falls over.
With his fanned antennae ringing with the sound Frank takes a stumbling step.
"What the Fuck-?!" He starts to protest and spits. The rock dust has gotten all in his mouth.
"What just happened? Can we still get out?" The neurotic zoroark asks in a panic.
"Stark Mountain erupted, that's what, Heatran's awake, the place is unstable and ... that was our last way out." The Aggron rumbles.
"..You mean--?" the zoroark starts to say and the Steel Type cuts him off.
"We're trapped."
"This--! THIS--! Look at me, Smith!" The arcanine snarls. "This is your fault!"
"The world is punishing us for losing an angel!" The Growlithe speaks up. Frank glares it him, considering throwing both the fire dog's off the edge. "Heatran will make sure we all burn."
The fire type starts to laugh.

"Well fuck." Frank says meaningfully as he gingerly lowers Marco to the ground. The Audino opens his eyes and carefully unwinds the lower parts of his ears from where he had wrapped them around the Gothitelle's arms. His head is ringing from the aftermath of the falling rocks. He takes one shaky step and squeaks as he nearly slips over.
"Are you hurt?" He quickly asks the Bulbasaur as he carefully lets go of Frank to check on the small grass type. He tries to smile reassuringly but he's far from relaxed. He keeps a close hold on the Bulbasaur's vine in case the ground starts to jump again. With his other hand he clutches close to Frank's skirt. Lightly he tugs at the Gothitelle's hand.
"What do we do now?" He asks the tall psychic.
Frank turns to look down at him.
"I'm going to punch it."
"What?" Marco pauses.
"I'm going to punch it." Frank repeats in the exact same tone and raises his voice. "Hey everyone, I'm going to go punch Heatran. Who's in?"
"Frank that is suicide!" Marco yells.
"Yeah, but it'd be awesome. If I'm going to die in this mountain I'm going to die punching something big." Frank shrugs.
Marco is speechless.
"That is possibly the stupidest thing I heard you say. I don't want die, Frank.""
"Suit yourself. I want to fight Heatran."

Nothing was real at that point, the roaring was all around you, everywhere, at that point, the roaring was all around you, everywhere, responinating within the very marrow of your grassy bones. All you could do was focus on the Audino, Marco, who by some miracle had reached out to you when you would have died. Still struggling to retrieve your vine, to pull yourself closer, somehow after a few frightening seconds you were able to find yourself within the 'safe' zone, away from falling rocks and bolders, at least. You thank the Gods that your glasses were tied to your face, slamming your brown eyes shut as you just waited for it to be over.

And suddenly, it was.

"What the Fuck-?!" You were released, finding yourself sitting on solid ground while the freaky Gothitelle spat dirt from his mouth. Gingerly opening your eyes, you looked around at all of the Pokemon, realising with relief that no one was lost. You glance back at the Gothitelle before quickly looking away. Even if it was Marco who reached out, that Gothitelle saved my life back there. You silently promise yourself to always remember that, even if he seemed like a grade A dick, you owed your life to him. That meant something.

As you gingerly test your limbs, making sure everything still worked, Jude and the Aggron, Smith, were talking. Your glasses had survived, and you still had all of your legs. A brief shake of your bulb reveals that it, too, and your pack had survived. Praise StarClan, you silently sigh to yourself. But your good vibes were not exactly shared by the group, and as their voices raised, you scold yourself for being so naive.
"What just happened? Can we still get out?" You and Jude both look to Smith for guidance, but the Aggron does not show much promise.
"Stark Mountain erupted, that's what, Heatran's awake, the place is unstable and ... that was our last way out."
What?
It was not registering to you, in your mind that could not be what he meant. No way that is what he meant. You refuse to think of the consequences of that, of the inevitability of the end after that.
"..You mean--?"
"We're trapped."
No-
Still the horror did not feel real, it did not make sense. Nothing felt real, you just stared at Smith as if he were speaking another language. But as the moments ticked by, you knew what it meant.
We are going to die.

"This--! THIS--! Look at me, Smith! This is your fault!"
"The world is punishing us for losing an angel! Heatran will make sure we all burn."
Neither fire type took it well, but, well, who would? The Arcanine was borderline ready to attack the Aggron, something to which you felt would be morally wrong. The Growlithe, however, you forcibly ignore. He was not okay, the 'angle' he spoke of.. he must have lost his mate, something you did not even want to imagine going through.
"W- wait! Arcanine, don't attack him! There's got to be another way out-- something! He- he has to know this place better than... than any of us." Your voice lost it's strength as you kept speaking, starting off bold and urgent, but you were realising how foolish you sounded, much younger than you were. The tears building around the bottoms of your eyes did not help, but you knew one thing for certain: "Fighting among ourselves won't help, we need to at least stick together. There has to be a way."

It was then that you remember Marco and Frank. "Are you hurt?" You are suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still holding onto the tip of your vine. You flush with embarrassment, but try desperately to push it down. He had just saved your life; there was no need to be awkward. "I- I'm okay," you stammer on instinct, flickering a glance at Smith and the Arcanine. Your words might have come out strong, but in reality you were just in denial. There was no way that any one would survive. But as long as you could convince someone else, anyone else, maybe things could be better.

"I'm going to punch it."
"What?"
"What?
You hear Frank speaking and instinctively respond, speaking the same word at the same time the Audino did. But you were right next to Marco and also right next to Smith, so you were in both conversations, your attentions divided.
"I'm going to punch it. Hey everyone, I'm going to go punch Heatran. Who's in?"
PUNCH HEATRAN?
"Frank that is suicide!"
"Yeah, but it'd be awesome. If I'm going to die in this mountain I'm going to die punching something big."
Okay, you kind of had to respect that logic.
"That is possibly the stupidest thing I heard you say. I don't want die, Frank."
Apparently Marco did not share your thoughts.
"Suit yourself. I want to fight Heatran."
You eye Frank uncertainly, but you turn back to the Aggron. You still had yet to speak to him directly, and if you were honest with yourself, the giant metal monster scared the fuck out of you, but he hadn't tried to eat you yet. "...Would, um, would there be a way out... through Heatran?"

He'd failed.

Smith couldn't look at the others as they returned to the main chamber, turning to face the wall as Sahara, of course, was the first to react to his statement.
"This--! THIS--! Look at me, Smith!" The Aggron's head turned slightly, but he still refused to meet her gaze. "This is your fault!"
The part of him that wanted to swing his fist round and break her jaw off was gone. Smith could only shake his head, denying what was clearly true. If he hadn't brought them into this place, for so-called 'shelter', they wouldn't be in this terrible mess.

"We earned this guys! The world is punishing us for losing an angel! Heatran will make sure we all burn." While not looking at the pup, Smith was aware that the grieving Growlithe's gaze was fixed upon him, likely along with everyone else's.

How could he have fucked up so badly?

He kept opening his mouth, trying to find words to say to justify himself but, to his surprise, it was Jude who spoke those words for him.

"He didn't know this was going to happen..." The Zoroark sounded stricken, as though he was trying hard to fight back the panic he no doubt felt. "He was just trying to keep us safe..."

Smith was glad that at least one of them was on his side. Apparently, Sahara was just as pissed off as she had sounded because the next voice he heard was Vincent's.

"W- wait! Arcanine, don't attack him! There's got to be another way out-- something! He- he has to know this place better than... than any of us."
"He does," he heard Jude murmur. "So he knows for certain that that was the last way out..."
"Fighting among ourselves won't help, we need to at least stick together. There has to be a way."

Smith admired the Bulbasaur for his optimism, however forced it was. While it was true that he could dig them out, he doubted he could create a tunnel several miles long before it was too late. They were trapped inside of a time bomb.

The volcano growled ominously.

"I'm going to punch it."
"What?"
"I'm going to punch it. Hey everyone, I'm going to go punch Heatran. Who's in?"

However careless they were, Frank's words somehow lit a spark within Smith's mind. The Aggron finally turned.

"Frank that is suicide!"
"Yeah, but it'd be awesome. If I'm going to die in this mountain I'm going to die punching something big."
"That is possibly the stupidest thing I heard you say. I don't want die, Frank."
"Suit yourself. I want to fight Heatran."

It was foolish; it was ridiculous; it was without a doubt the stupidest idea that Smith would have in his life, but it was an idea nonetheless.

"...Would, um, would there be a way out... through Heatran?"

Vincent was looking up at him now, his glasses magnifying his wide, curious eyes. Smith's mind whirled like a storm, flashes of lightning offering him new inspiration each second.

They -- no, he could do this.

"B-But you said that Heatran was a legendary Pokemon, right?" Jude whimpered, scratching at his mane anxiously. "How can we fight something like that?!"

"We need ter get out o' here," Smith said, glancing down at the ground as Heatran's pounding footsteps echoed. "Heatran's awakening and rampage is what caused the eruption. We get rid o' Heatran ... we stop the eruption."

"But--"

"We have one option." Smith nodded at Frank with a glint of admiration in his eye that wasn't there before. "What do yer say we take it?"

He shook his head. He shook his head as if this wasn't his doing and that his hopelessness that was apparent did not forsake them. Instead of trying to figure out a way to live, to survive-- the thought was interrupted by a borderline maniacal voice which belonged to George; "We earned this guys!" The pup had to have gone insane. Sahara felt bad for him, as uncharacteristic as that was, she really did. But following his next sentence, she would've punched him if A: the situation wasn't as uncalling for. And B: if she had fists.  "Heatran will make sure we all burn." Sah tilted her eyes away from the smaller dog and resumed her attention on Smith, obviously not listening to Jude. "Shall you just ignore me?!" She took one step closer and someone protested.

"W- wait! Arcanine, don't attack him! There's got to be another way out-- something! He- he has to know this place better than... than any of us." The Bulbasaur. Sahara glowered at the Grass-type meddling in conversations that did not concern him. Voices of reason usually didn't change Sahara's actions, but perhaps they could still use Smith. "He does," Jude took up Smith's side. Sahara sighed at the Zoroark's blind loyalty. It was something she hadn't understood since Toby. "So he knows for certain that that was the last way out..." Jude finished. Sahara rolled her eyes at the obvious statement, "Rather than defend the cause, shall you not try to help figure out a way out of the situation?"

"Fighting among ourselves won't help, we need to at least stick together. There has to be a way." the Bulbasaur perhaps had a point... though Sahara would never say it. When all is lost and there's no way out, then Sah will resort to fighting.
The Gothitelle, whatever the hell his name was, said something clearly needing a double-take and Sahara listened curiously. Perhaps he was considering sacrificing himself to Heatran so they could survive? "I'm going to punch it. Hey everyone, I'm going to go punch Heatran. Who's in?" Sah looked slightly wide-eyed at the Psychic. A slight smile crossed her fangs, "... Close enough. I am... in."

"Frank that is suicide!" the Audino cried. Well, there wasn't much left to lose at this point... The Gothitelle shrugged his companion off, "Yeah, but it'd be awesome. If I'm going to die in this mountain I'm going to die punching something big." Well, Sah could truthfully say she hated this guy, but geez, he could make a point. Albeit... a suicidal and arguably stupid one. But she was on board with the idea, nonetheless. "That is possibly the stupidest thing I heard you say. I don't want die, Frank." Had the pink Pokémon forgotten the situation they were in? "Stupid it may be, but what the hell else do we have to do? Cry and tell each other our feelings?" Sah was agreeing with the guy. It was wrong on all levels, but...

"Suit yourself. I want to fight Heatran." Frank said.
"...Would, um, would there be a way out... through Heatran?" the skittish Bulbasaur turned to Smith and the single question got the Aggron's attention, apparently. "B-But you said that Heatran was a legendary Pokemon, right? How can we fight something like that?!" Jude was skeptical, but Sahara was a firm believer in her own strength and could not imagine herself not putting up a fight. "Should we die, we die fighting, yes?" she asked, "I will not allow anyone to try to kill me without at the very least give them a reason to remember me."

"We need ter get out o' here, Heatran's awakening and rampage is what caused the eruption. We get rid o' Heatran ... we stop the eruption." The Legendary's stomping about could be heard along with Smith's plot to put the son-of-a's work at causing an eruption to an end. "But--" Jude's interruption was quickly silenced by Smith. "We have one option. What do yer say we take it?" Despite the question being directed at Frank, the Arcanine was instantly butting in. "You are not leaving me behind!" She had the slightest of a cocky grin, "Heatran has hell to pay for attempting to erupt a volcano with us in it!"

Oh gods, the cruel irony was just so funny to him. They were all doomed to die in here and he just couldn't stop laughing. "Hey everyone, " His head turns with an eerily wide smile. "I'm going to go punch Heatran. Who's in?" Punch Heatran, eh? Well didn't that just sound like a special idea. "... Close enough. I am... in." They could just meet their deaths faster! "Frank that is suicide!" While the smile persisted George shot daggers at the Audino. "He's gonna die anyway, let him have fun doing it." Not that any of them deserved to have fun but whatever. "Yeah, but it'd be awesome. If I'm going to die in this mountain I'm going to die punching something big." While he had hated this guy moments before at least he had the right frame of mind. Meet death face-to-face.

"...Would, um, would there be a way out... through Heatran?" The Growlithe's snickering stops. A way out? No, Smith said himself their was no way out, that they were going to die in here. And going through Pokemon a would just leave them like Nikora.. "B-But you said that Heatran was a legendary Pokemon, right? How can we fight something like that?!" Oh, Heatran was a legend? No wonder Entei couldnt hear me.. How could his legends hear him when their was already one present that apparently wanted to kill them?  Darkness wraps around the pups heart. I thought legends were good. Well wasnt that a classy lie. Heatran could of saved her. George's fangs clench and his head pounds with realization. Heatran let her die! The proof was too clear that.. the legends had literally forsaken them. "Should we die, we die fighting, yes? I will not allow anyone to try to kill me without at the very least give them a reason to remember me." A reason to remember?! He would give Heatran something to remember. "Im in.." The words are flat, lifeless, and dark, "I will kill it for this." Nearly inaudible as he does not mean to speak allowed.

"We have one option. What do yer say we take it?" "Heatran has hell to pay for attempting to erupt a volcano with us in it!" While he couldn't care any less about the eruption and the inevitability of death that would soon be upon him the Growlithe was going to see Heatran. He was going to make sure Heatran knew who he was, what it had done. He speaks with utter seriousness, "We wont just make it pay.." That would be mercy if that was all they did. "We're going kill a legend. And, just maybe, they would all die trying.

Crescent and Azura raced through the path, following the sound of the voices. "This--! THIS--! Look at me, Smith!" The female's voice sounded angry, livid even. "This is your fault!" As they ran along, Azura lost her footing and went crashing to the ground, her illusion shattered as she hit. "We earned this guys! The world is punishing us for losing an angel! Heatran will make sure we all burn." The tremors got worse as Azura pushed herself to her paws, glancing behind her to see Crescent picking her way along the path. "He didn't know this was going to happen..." Who didn't know? 'Smith'? "He was just trying to keep us safe..." Crescent scoffed. "Some safety." She muttered, peeking around a corner to see the large-ish group. "W-wait! Arcanine, don't attack him! There's got to be another way out-- something! He- he has to know this place better than... than any of us." That was a small bulbasaur that spoke, looking over at the aggron. "He does," Azura's ears drooped. She didn't like the tone the other pokemon was taking. "So he knows for certain that that was the last way out..."

"Fighting among ourselves won't help, we need to at least stick together. There has to be a way." Azura liked their optimism, that's for sure. "I'm going to punch it." The previously forgotten gothitelle spoke, and to be honest, Azura wasn't sure what to think of it. "What?" Clearly the pink Audino needed the same confirmation. "I'm going to punch it. Hey everyone, I'm going to go punch Heatran. Who's in?" Crescent blinked, forcing herself not to laugh. "That is horrifically stupid." She said, and Azura nodded. "Frank that is suicide!" Yeah, it was suicide, but it was kinda awesome/. "Yeah, but it'd be awesome. If I'm going to die in this mountain I'm going to die punching something big." Azura snickered. For a freaky evolved pokemon, this dude isn't half bad. She thought, stepping back and illusioning herself as a large mightyena. "That is possibly the stupidest thing I heard you say. I don't want die, Frank." Azura grinned to herself. "Suit yourself. I want to fight Heatran."

"...Would, um, would there be a way out... through Heatran?" Crescent nodded. "That sounds like an interesting idea." She said thoughtfully, looking over at the Bulbasaur. "B-But you said that Heatran was a legendary Pokemon, right?" "It couldn't be that difficult, right?" Azura mused to herself. "How can we fight something like that?!" "Skill?"

"Should we die, we die fighting, yes?" Azura nodded. See, this was an all-right group. "I will not allow anyone to try to kill me without at the very least give them a reason to remember me." "I can agree with that." She said, looking over at the aggron. "We need ter get out o' here, Heatran's awakening and rampage is what caused the eruption. We get rid o' Heatran ... we stop the eruption." Azura's eyes widened. Were they actually going to go through with this? "But--""We have one option. What do yer say we take it?" Azura grinned. "Count me in."

"You are not leaving me behind!" Crescent smiled slyly. She was beginning to like this Arcanine. "Heatran has hell to pay for attempting to erupt a volcano with us in it!" With a quick nod, Crescent moved to stand beside Azura. "We wont just make it pay.." The young growlithe started to growl something, and Crescent's smile grew to a grin. "We're going kill a legend. Suddenly, a bolt of pain shot from Crescents scythe and her eyes closed, her teeth gritting in pain. "Uh, I think we have some problems... Something is coming, and it's powerful. More powerful than Heatran."

The Audino watches in a combination of shock and morbid fascination as harsh cries are exchanged under the shaky roof of the cabin. Slowly but with a sense of inevitability they are talking each other into this.
The normal type feels he is justified in his doubts; no matter the Gothitelle's high opinion of himself and the way he channeled his rage into a foolhardy courage he couldn't kill a legendary pokemon.
Not by himself at least.
That's the thing that surprised him, that everyone was willing to go along with what he said, even the suicidal Growlithe. The rabbit-like normal type, previously hoping there was a way they could tunnel out in time, felt the situation had gotten more dire if their best chance of survival was to fight this being of legend that had apparently been stirred into a killing frenzy.
"See Marco, these guys know how to party." Frank grins, roughly rubbing his hand through Marco's pink fur.
The Audino pulls himself away and licks his paw, running his cream colored swiftly paws over the top of his head to get his fur to lie flat again. A small tuft of fur remains stubbornly spiked, no matter what he does with it.
"Fine, I think we'd have better luck punching through the mountain than through a legendary but if everyone's agreed I'll support you the best I can."
His wing-like ears flutter and he smiles openly.
"But if this turns out like the time with the Tyranitar I am never letting you forget it." He adds, nudging the Gothitelle's side.
"Always bringing up the tyranitar..." The Gothitelle shakes his head but he can see a hint of smile lingering on the psychic type's lips.
"I'm not very good at fighting but if everyone tries their best I'll do my best to keep you healthy."
He smiles genuinely and raises a paw. A brief flicker of violet plays over it.
"I'm sure if we all try our hardest then we've got a chance!"

Frank moves forward, subtly stepping in front of the Audino to draw attention to himself.
He cracks his knuckles.
"Guess you aren't as pathetic as I thought you were." He grins.
"Hey Jumbo, you got a plan?" He asks the Aggron.
He doesn't wait for a reply before he summons up a brief flare of psychic energy and starts moving some of the smaller fallen rocks into position on the ground.
Two are moved away from the main group which are scattered around the largest lump of stone.
"Marco, you stay out of the way at the back and provide some healing support. The bulbasaur should probably stay with him. As for the rest of you we should flank it, concentrate our attack from both sides and stop it from being able to focus on any one of us. By the time it turns around to attack any one of us the others will have a clear shot to weaken it. Then I'm going to drop a big rock on it."
Frank makes a fist and with a flare of psychic energy the rock cracks.
"Smash it with a big rock, eloquent as always Francis." Marco states, already looking away from the crude map the Gothitelle has created.
To further irritate the Audino Frank grunts.
"Big rock good." He says with a expansive hand gesture. ""Much good for smashing."
The Gothitelle catches sight of the Absol and he pauses, seeing the pain reflected on the Dark Type's face.
The arrogance seems to drop from his expression while he hear the grim warning before he sighs.
"Well shit."

"B-But you said that Heatran was a legendary Pokemon, right? How can we fight something like that?!"
"Should we die, we die fighting, yes? I will not allow anyone to try to kill me without at the very least give them a reason to remember me."
Okay. Okay. Okay. You had not actually assumed they would not only take your idea and consider it but--
"We need ter get out o' here, Heatran's awakening and rampage is what caused the eruption. We get rid o' Heatran ... we stop the eruption."
"But--"
"We have one option. What do yer say we take it?"
But Smith was actually pushing the idea. Oh shit. Did not see this one coming.
"You are not leaving me behind!"
Your eyes flickered among the members as everyone soon showed their support.
"Heatran has hell to pay for attempting to erupt a volcano with us in it!"
"We wont just make it pay.."
The Growlithe, too?
"We're going kill a legend.
Guess so.

The Gothitelle, Frank, and Marco immediately came to work on a battle plan, but your eyes had widened with horror as you realised exactly what this actually meant; This was my idea. If they die, that blood is on my hands.

But how were you suppose to know they would all want to try and kill a Legendary Pokemon?!

All you could do was nod numbly, your eyes following the plans but your mind was far away. Your dark eyes were dull, distant, and you could only think of the lava you had almost fallen into about thirty times. It would be a lot worse than that. You scrape your claws against the ground, making a grove rapidly as the stress and anxiety became a growing beast in your chest. Desperate to release the pressure somehow, you focused on nothing but the ground and the echoing of Frank's voice. Not even his words. Just sound sound that his voice made. Focus. Focus. You really can't lose it now.

But in not following the discussion, you were able to focus on your senses and your physical feelings easier. And when you first felt the sensation, almost like an itch running up your skin, you mistook it for nerves. You hadn't felt your feet in ten minutes, it wouldn't be so farfetch'd. But the feeling grew, like a beast putting electrified hands on your hide. Only. You were naturally repellent to electricity. Your ears flicked up as you realised what you were sensing. Is that... a psychic? Your eyes immediately shoot to Frank, but the weird psychic was...not even looking at you. Not even near you. It was not him. I have such a bad feeling about this.

The sensation was rapidly increasing, growing to a sting similar to a run burn, but it was becoming more intense by the second. You finally give in to the pain, cringing beneath the strain. "U-uh... S-Smith?" you attempt in speaking a warning, but what could you say? You could also just be dying. That was far more likely. You didn't exactly have a great health record.

But then the Absol spoke, in just as much pain.

"Uh, I think we have some problems... Something is coming, and it's powerful. More powerful than Heatran."

You watched as something appeared out of nowhere, a seeming... rip through space?

"Oh, what the fuck."

[ ooc: was asked to have bulba also pick up on alhoon coming ]

The Abra. The damned Doctor. Here the Harbinger was now, floating listlessly between reality and the void, waiting, thinking. And what had he learned from the trip, hmm? The traitor lived and was... assiting the end, as he always had. And that left Alhoon with... what exactly? What had he learned? His mind was racing, ticking at the speed of an overworked supercomputer, trying to piece together the puzzle now lain before him. Legends... he was with a legend... why was he with... maybe... maybe... Hateful spikes of energy were pulsing through the void now, lances of light and power rolling off of the Psychic like water from a storm. And such an important one...  the future she had... He curled, head throbbing, body distending as he focused less and less on holding his form in place. And she was... with the sickness, with the taint rolling across this land... and yet... The fox's mind was drifting now, pieces of information flowing through his conciousness like leaves in a river. Memories, som eold and half remembered, some new and fresh, all flashing before his eyes in fleeting glimpses. And then... the imposter legend. The one under the mountain.

Yes... the fake, the pseudo... dwelling in it's pool, held in place by a stone... His form unfolded, limbs reassembaling. Perhaps... we shoud return, yes? If the beast hasn't roasted them to ashes yet... perhaps they are more than they seemed... The nothing roiled around him as the thought built itself, twisting, straining against itself. Who knows... they may have earned the right to live.... The pale expanse ripped itself open, and brutal heat poured itself into the aether. The Psychic drifted forward through the gap, and allowed it to slide closed behind him


The harbinger stood, glancing about the chamber, over the faces of those around him. The Aggron, face hardening in rage and fear, the Zoroark, eyes wide in shock. "My my... you've gained a few friends, haven't you....? And you're still alive! Wonderful....