The UNION Team

A butterfly. This was the help she could get?
Claire facepalmed internally and walked over to Seruru, trying to pick him up off the ground so they could get moving again. IT.. didn't work so well. She managed to get him off the ground for a moment, and almost took a step.. before collapsing along with him. Her body wasn't built for this, and she was wounded, and tired, and...
... generally miserable.
She tried to force herself to her feet again, but quickly sunk to her knees once more.
Pathetic..

Union Cave | Night

A lot of different factors brought Seruru half way back to the world of the living.
The shifting in Aura as new figures joined the fight... the weakening Aura of the Kirlia that'd saved his life...
The curse words echoing through the cave, from what he knew to be a particularly annoyed Ursaring... no longer the kind, helpful bear he'd known and befriended. Right now, perhaps that was a good thing...

His eye lids broke open hesitantly, his eyes dancing in the light of a suddenly present safeguard.
A faint groan escaped his lips, as his form shifted in the grip of the Kirlia.
Reluctantly, his body began to work again, though slowly...
Shifting from the Kirlia's grip, he pulled himself to his feet, swaying slightly as his eyes readjusted to the darkness... his vision was blurry, and he detected the fluttering silhouette of a blur using his vision of Aura... he bowed, though weakly, and wheezed a quiet 'Thank you...', before turning to Claire, and repeating himself.

Then he rolled his shoulders, and cracked his knuckles against his palms. He rolled his neck simultaneously, and took a deep breath, gathering his energy, stowing it away...
He wouldn't be fighting anymore infected bare handed and alone any time soon... but in a group, but with enough perseverance, he assumed he could make the difference...
His vision focused slowly, and he recognized the form that wasn't the Kirlia to be a Butterfree. "Thanks for coming when you did... I didn't know if we would make it..." he panted softly, before extending a paw to Claire, "Take my paw- We'll get out of here together, hopefully with our fellow Pokémon."

Loud curse words echoed through the cave, startling the Butterfree. Could it be an infected Pokemon? Clara dearly hoped not. Perhaps another living Pokemon was located inside this cave? Clara hoped they were okay if this was the case. The Kirlia had tried to help the blue Pokemon, but failed and collapsed.

After a moment, the blue Pokemon awoke into conciousness. U-Um! I'd like to come with you, if that's okay... and if I can help in any way, I will! Clara spoke, determined.

(OOC-I hope the float through walls part is not godmoding, and i hope i got the rest of the post right.)

((Am going to wait a bit to see if lostcall returns, will post next turn, so skip me for now please))

Claire looked up at Seruru, and the others now starting to gather, and took Seruru's paw, supporting herself on him as she got back to her feet.
"Right.. together."

Seruru grunted as he helped pull the fallen Kirlia to his feet- he was, after all, still very weak.
And it was with weary eyes that he glanced up at the Butterfree, and a wearier smile that he nodded. "We need all the help we can get..." he wiped the blood from his eye, "Please, can you keep the safeguard up until we find our friends?"

Luke didn't understand what had just happened to Theo, one moment he was scared, now he seemed to have snapped. He felt as if he wasn't even looking at Theo anymore, more like another, more violent, Ursaring.
Luke did flinch a bit when the new Theo turned to him, "YOU, DOG, YOU WANNA RUN YOU PUSSY ASS DOG!? THEN RUN!" He shouted, leaving Luke with his jaw open is disbelief in what he had just heard.
The Houndoom clenched his teeth as his anger started to build, he took that shout as an insult, and he wasn't going to have that damned bear show him up. Turning back to the Lapras Luke let lose another Dark Pulse, hitting the Lapras in the side of the head, right where Theo had been just a second ago before switching to a Flamethrower.

Luke could hear the flesh sizzle under the flames as he kept it up. The head was already badly damaged from the consistent slashes from Theo, which now made it easier to burn.
He could hear its cry's as he attempted to turn its head to face the Houndoom. It probably wanted to end him with another one of its Hydro Pumps. Though why it used Water Gun on Theo instead of its Hydro Pump left Luke with many questions, but for now, he was wanted to see that dammed Lapras burn. The hate in the Houndooms eyes was hard to miss.

((Gunna have Luke find the TM Overheat in my next post.))

(erm... bloody..
writer's block.
I'm not sure what I want Claire to do, and I'm not sure how I can say anything anyway.
skip me.)

(Writers block, skip me.)

(OOC-adsfggfd 15th gave me permission to do this to his kirlia)

It was hard for even Theo himself to know if he was pleased that Lostcall had stayed, or pissed off that that damn mutt was closing in on his fight, but either way the sight of the dark pulse followed by the flamethrower revved him up. The ice enveloped arm and torso was beginning to show large cracks, and he didn’t know why but it seemed significant to him, like something he should take heed of, but he didn’t because right now he only wanted to let that fucking Lapris feel his unrelenting rage that was still constantly rising. His slashes had only really messed up its decaying face, while the flamethrower of that cowardly mutt managed to make the flesh sizzle and burn, effectively doing more damage than his attack, which only angered him since it was the mutt that wanted to run in the first place.

Theo was still relatively close to the beast, it had turned to the cowardly mutt, but it was unrelenting in its fury, which only made the rage induced Theo grin like crazy, despite the soreness radiating from carrying that large block of ice everywhere while attacking. He wanted to be rid of this entrapping ice already, so he could use both paws to slash that fucker up to ribbons, so he decided to return the ice to the water undead, by slamming it straight into its head while it was busy staring down the cowardly mutt.

The ice shattered against its thick head, and its head got forced upwards, a stream of heavy water being forced out of the mouth into the ceiling making some stalagmite fall down, an attack it was clearly going to unleash onto the mutt. Theo just scoffed, he had un-internally saved that bitch ass mutt, he would have liked to just see it be attacked and run like a bitch while he took down this beast with its bear claws, not needing any of that cowardly long distance attacks. No, that’s not what he wanted, he didn’t want Lostcall to get hurt, for some reason his mind wasn’t filled with thoughts of revenge for that ice, not on the ice at all. The dreaded ice that was all over his mind, filling him with unparalleled hate and rage was gradually leaving his mind, but it left him open as it cleared his head. The thing was angry at him, it was about to unleash another water attack, most likely a hydro pump , he didn’t think to attack because with the rage leaving fear came around, the fear of dying…

Instead he lunged to grab onto its neck, trying his hardest to both avoid the mouth and hold on while it thrashed, panic clearly on his face as he tried to make sense of the situation.


((I was gonna have Theo learn a TM move from the bag full of stuff he found but he’s wild so I have to wait till this fight is over so it could be explained. But feel free to grab the overheat from there if you wish, he just threw it on the ground))

Luke was ready for the water attack, ready to meet his end if he had to, though he didn't expect Theo to slam that huge chunk of Ice right into the jaw of the Lapras, sending the water attack up and letting lose a bunch of stalagmite fall. He watched as some of them hit the Lapras' shell, braking through it like it was nothing but glass. He couldn't help a grin. "It seems hes not so stupid after all." He said to himself, but this was taking to long. His attacks did damage, only because it was half Ice type, but it was also half water type. Just one good shot, one good attack.

He began to take up a stance as he prepared to let lose a strong Flamethrower when his back paw stepped on something. It felt familiar. "It couldn't be..." He said as he looked behind him to see it, a TM. His eyes where wide with disbelief, he knew that colour to, it was a fire type attack, but, what attack was it? Was it something strong like Fire Blast? Or something weak like Incinerate? There was really only one way for the Houndoom to find out.
Turning around he picked the TM up in his mouth and closed his eyes. He focused on the attack he wished to forget, and in a second, the TM shattered, and his Faint Attack forgotten.

He opened his eyes and turned around again. He took in a deep breath before exhaling. He prayed this attack was strong. He swore if it was an incinerate he would bash his head up against a wall until his horns snapped off. He took up a stance again before shouting at the Bear. "Theo! Move your sorry tail out of there or I'm not responsible if you get caught in the crossfire!" He said, not caring if Theo had heard him or not.
Luke took in a deep breath. Please be something powerful. He thought just as he let lose his newest attack. An Overheat. Luke was so shocked, he had to make sure this first attack hit cause this specific attack got weaker the more times it was used.
The Lapras was still dazed from the Usarings earlier attack that it was to late for it to respond before the Overheat make contact with its neck. Blasting a huge hole right through it. He could hear it let out one of its horrid cry's as it tried to keep its head up. "Theo, NOW!" He shouted, hoping the bear knew what he was talking about.

((Just in case you don't know, Luke is telling Theo to use a Slash attack on what's left of the Lapras' neck, thus ending it.))

Claire loosed a sigh of relief as her exhaustion faded. Her wounds didn't close completely, but.. she was refreshed. The Kirlia looked over to the Mismagius and smiled, before looking around, trying to remember which way she'd come from- Lostcall and Theo were still back there somewhere, and they couldn't left behind. Deciding on a path, she started walking, beckoning the others to follow.

Seruru bowed politely to the Masmagius, but grunted and clutched his stomach- one of the many places he'd scraped and cut at whilst scrambling away from those infected...
"We appreciate the help," he forced a smile, albeit a pained one, "Feel free to accompany us."
Then he made a 'Come hither' motion to the Butterfree, "We would appreciate your help, too..." he cracked another pained smile, before turning in pursuit of the Kirlia, hobbling behind it as he tried to retrieve his breath.

The lapras was slightly dazed from the attack he did when he was in his anger fit, but it was still trying to thrash about a bit to get him off of its neck, but Theo would not have it, partly because he was too scared to let go, but also because he didn’t know what else to do. He may have been a giant ass who yelled at his friends and made himself to be a jerk, but he wanted that angry Theo back right now, at least he wouldn’t be too much of a coward to do anything. He was confused about what had happened to him, he hated what he was, but he also envied it, he wanted to think about it some more, but now wasn’t the time.

Lostcall’s shout pierced the echoing thrashing that filled this segment of the cave, telling him to move or get hurt, he had no clue what the houndoom was planning, but he was more experienced, so he must know what he was doing. Theo let go of the neck and jumped into the water, remembering to hold his breath and not drink any of the possibly infected water. Through the surface of the water he could just barely see a distorted flame flying right past, a flame so powerful that it could possibly have killed him if he was too slow.

He resurfaced only to hear “…eo, Now!” His eyes still had water in them, so he could not clearly see the damage the fire attack had done, could barely make out the blurry larpas, so he had no clear clue what to do. The only attacks would do much good right now were his slash and feint attack, so he went with slash, aiming at the neck. He didn’t expect his claws go right on through the whole neck, but it did, and with a splash something hit the water. It was not till after he rubbed his eyes to remove the blurriness did he see that it was the head of the lapras that hit the water.

The sight of the undead and deformed head decapitated in front of him made him scramble out of the water. It was morbidly enthralling, he wanted to look away from it, but he somehow couldn’t. He was a bit dumbstruck that Lostcall could do such damage to the think that was beating them so hard earlier, “Wow….” Was the only thing he could let out as he tried to let out the water that was now clinging to all his fur. It would be a pain to deal with, but It was better than having a flaming hole blasted into him like the water fiend.

Now it just left his actions….”Lost…I don’t know….I mean, I was all….sorry…” He didn’t know how to explain what happened to him, but he really was sorry, he yelled at him, used naughty words and ridiculed him, and he didn’t even know why, he just lost it….

The fight was over, Theo slashed the Lapras' head off with one swipe of his claws. Luke was rather relieved it was finally over, now he could catch his breath after using such a powerful fire type attack.
Luke watched as Theo got himself out of the infected water, and looked to be amazed by something, though he didn't really care. Instead the Houndoom began to walk around the water to stand next to Theo, about to say something but the big softy beat him to it. "Lost… I don’t know…. I mean, I was all…. sorry…"
Luke didn't say anything at first, but he kept his stern gaze on the bear pokemon. It seemed the one that had yelled at him earlier was gone, and Theo was back to his old self.
"Forget it." Was all Luke said as he looked away and started to walk toward the cave that the Kirlia had taken.

Luke stood in front of the cave and looked over his shoulder to Theo. "Also. My name, is Luke." He said, a faint smile showed on his face before disappearing as he proceeded to walk into the cave.
The sight and smell of that undead Lapras was starting to make him sick, so he wanted to get far away from it. Theo had managed to earn his trust, and he proved himself in a real fight. That was enough to know that he could count on the big teddy bear for anything, even if he pissed him off every now and again.

Claire walked on, no longer paying attention to where she was going, lost in thought as she was. She looked back on the group with her..
First was the Butterfree. She didn't know the bug very well, as it hadn't done much. But, she was here, and that was good and helpful. Next she looked to the Mismagius, who had so kindly and selflessly taken some of Claire's wounds upon herself. Claire liked her, she was helpful.
And then Seruru..
She snapped back to reality quickly, her face turning red.
Then back to the path. Theo and Luke were still in the caves somewhere, after all..

As the Mismagius spoke, Seruru continued hobbling along, coughing every so often but otherwise remarkably strong for such a small Pokémon, having taken on an infected by themselves.
One he couldn't hit, no less.

Still, the pain he was in was apparent, but no more apparent than when the Mismagius said, " however you need to rest. You and the kirlia both. Perhaps you should rest here. I'd be willing to stand guard over you".
The little Riolu winced, before turning back, and feigning a smile.
A fang wearily poked its way from under his lip, as he simply replied with...
"No rest for the wicked."

Then he closed his eyes, and returned to following Claire, scoping out his surroundings in the form of aura. Looking for some lead, some sort of guide to finding their friends...
At some point, he became so focused that he could hear water from miles above dripping into the small pools of the cave, but... there were no leads that leaped immediately to their cohorts presence.

That is, until they reached a familiar spot. The scorch marks on the wall and the crevice- now collapsed- that Seruru had scrambled through in some attempt to escape...
The sound of water.
The little Riolu took a sharp breath, before opening his eyes again, eyes adjusting to the darkness slowly. "Excuse me..." he began, reaching forwards and laying his paw on Claire's shoulder to stop her continuing. He continued to smile wearily, but it was obvious in his eyes that the injuries he'd sustained was taking its toll on his moral, "I think if we... stay here, our friends will find us."

Theo was confused by the houndoom’s divulgence about his real name. He though Lostcall was his real name, it was what he had been calling him this whole time. It took him a while to remember exactly what the houndoom had said when they first introduced themselves. “Well Seruru, Theo, I have come to be known as Lost Call. So that is what you can call me. If you ever manage to earn my respect, I will tell you my real name. But for now, you can call me that.” He had been a bit too busy trying not to cry to pay much attention to what he had said…

Apparently Lostcall was a nickname, and Luke was his real name. It felt weird knowing his real name now, like he could not think of the hound as anything but Lostcall now, and he didn’t even know how to address him now. Was he supposed to call him Luke now? Or was he supposed to keep it a secret from everyone else until they earned his respect also?

But all that was forgotten when it dawned on him, the houndoom respected Theo. Theo who was a giant crybaby bear who still acted like a teddiursa. Theo who could barely hold his own in a fight, unless of course he was strangely helped by a fit of anger….The same bear who had insulted him and used bad words against him…He had no clue how he had managed to earn his trust but the young overgrown bear couldn’t help but feel glad about knowing he had.

He had really only know the houndoom for a day, but it felt like the longest day in his life. In one day he had; witnessed the fear of running for his life, stared into the cold lifeless eyes of an undead more than once, had one spiky sandshrew friend die on him, and lost track of the eccentric Ena, but despite all this he could not help but think that meeting up with the pokemon in the run down pokemon center has made it all worth it.

Theo picked up the soaking wet bag of the dead human trainer he had found. He had no clue what was in it, but as he quickly followed after the houndoom, he could not help but feel they might need whatever foreign objects were inside.


((So went back and checked, and it has only been one day between the first post and this latest post, figured we should move on to the second day ^.^'))

"I think if we.. stay here, our friends will find us."

Claire breathed a light sigh of relief- the others wanted to rest as well- as she collapsed against a wall, gazing drowsily up at the others. Where had the butterfly gone?.. Seruru was exhausted, visibly. The mismagius was freaking out.. horribly, but Claire was too exhausted to react, just sit there and hear her freak out. Unfortunate situation, it was..

Slumping against the cave wall, Seruru let out a long, low sigh, rubbing his head as he slowly slid to the floor.
The sound of running water, to him, was calming. There'd been a lake in the Forest he'd been raised in, and in the summer, his Master would take him to watch the Goldeen migrate. It was one of those valuable memories he'd never let go...
Seruru closed his eyes.

But something was wrong with the aura of the cave. Not only did death linger in its corridors, but now panic.
Prying a heavy eyelid open, his vision moved to, and lingered on, the Mismagius. He frowned, and winced at the sudden movement. He turned his gaze to Claire, "I don't... suppose you... could do something about that...? Being a Psychic type... and all..."