The CANALAVE Team

"Fuck!" Jerome slammed his fist onto the counter in frustration as TD blasted a Water Gun straight into the Ice-type's face. Clearly attempting to negotiate with it was out of the question now. The attack, however, seemed to be rather effective, despite its spontaneity; a section of the Cryogonal's body shattered, leaving it weakened. Opening its jagged mouth, it fired an Ice Shard at TD which was quickly intercepted by Namdnas's Fire Punch. Hitting the ugly Pokemon straight in the face, Jerome saw his opportunity to attack just as Namdnas did.

"Now!" After quickly sharpening his body with Iron Defense, Jerome charged. His blades were enveloped in the dark aura once more, and with a roar he swung them at his target, the Night Slash slicing away at the Cryogonal's solid back, leaving a deep gash. The attack's recoil and the water on the floor quickly became a disadvantage, for Jerome felt his feet slip from underneath him and soon he was on the ground, clutching his wound and groaning in agony as the freezing water entered it. "F-Finish him!" he managed to cry as he began to shiver, but whether that was from the cold or his blood staining the puddles beneath him he did not know.

My paws ached as I padded along the dry dirt track i'd been following since the previous night. I can hear my breath coming in unhealthy pants, I have been running for far too long but one look upwards at my goal makes me grin and bear it.
It has been such a long night. I don't recognize anything any more which is rather ironic because this is the region I was raised in. Maybe my upbringing has just ruined me for stuff like navigation outside of the homestead.
The blue scarf hanging around my neck is rather worse for wear by now but it still smells like home; the warm familiar scent of Moomoo Milk and Mareep wool.
I can tell without having to check that my fur's probably a mess.
I spare a few second to lick a paw and smoothe back the rough sticky-up bit of fur between my ears before with a cheerful twitch of my fluffy tail I quickly set off again towards the plume of white smoke I saw rising in the sky not too long ago.
Oh boy was I a long way from home...But that was a good thing right? It meant I wouldn't be followed.
The yellowy dust of the bare dirt track I've been following for the last hour or so kicks up underfoot and messes up my coat again but the trees finially seem to be thinning. My tongue's hanging out again; the only water I could find in the forest was running a purplish red from blood and I had no way of knowing what would happen if I drank that.
Hopefully whoever lit that fire has something to drink.
I take the last steps through the trees to the source of the smoke. A large fire has been made here probably not too long ago but already its collapsed to some smoking branches and glowing embers. Even though there's a bare area of earth around it to ensure no embers escape it still seems rather strange that there's no-one looking after it. It can't be a cooking fire then so maybe it was a signal fire like I'd hoped.
With a wide grin I take my first steps into the city streets. Buildings here are far taller than the trees I've just walked through, so high I'm surprised they hadn't punched a hole in the sky. I have to crane my neck to look at them properly. Everything is faintly tarnished here, a place made for a lot of people that suddenly has none. The empty windows sparkle in the sunlight but there's no sign of movement anywhere.
So this is the big city...If it wasn't for the fire it would look completely abandoned.
"Hello?" I say faintly, licking some of the track dust from my paws as I warm myself beside the fire's embers.

((OOC: My first character in first person, just for a change))

Namdnas's eye closes as another stabbing pain comes over him. The icy bodied thing still held onto him tightly with its chain of ice but the poison ghost could feel his body getting thinner and thinner. He was too old, all used up.
The purple gases of his body become a less virulent shade of dark purple as they lessen in concentration. The bright flames that flare around his one hand however grow larger and larger and brighter and brighter until they blaze the same hot blue as a cutting torch.
His headches, bubbles of his substance breaking away at an alarming rate as his mind drifts off.
He is too old now...His time is up.
With the dissolution of his form the aged Gengar begins to forget.
The flames burn brighter and more wildly as he forgets how to control them, causing the snowflake-like Ice Type to melt at an alarming rate.
Water drips to the ground underneath him as Namdnas's body gets lighter and more insubstantial.
He floats like a wisp of cloud. His red eye is now a pale pink as the substance behind it dissolves. The droop of his eyelids, signs of his weariness, fade away as the holes eat into his face. His horns completely disappear into nothingness, his stubby tail and clawed foot following close behind as the flames feed on the toxic gases released by his dying body.
Namdnas turns one pale eye on his companions, a flicker in his fading thoughts replacing their images with that of a smiling Drifloon. His granddaughter.
In a croaky voice that becomes more and more indistict as his body fades away to nothing Namdnas starts to sing.
"Hush now my little one,
The sun had set, the night has come,
Hush now, no need to cry,
For I'll sing you a lullaby."
The flames grow brighter, illuminating the pale purple wisps of spirit as the thin layer of ice under him melts away.
"The stars they shine, the day is done,
O'er the hills the Sandman comes,
The flowers close, the Swanna sigh,
And I'll sing you a lullaby."
Namdnas is nothing more than a pale violent smear over the puddling warm water, shrouded by the glow of flames. The slightly darker smudge that remains of his mouth forms one last smile.
"The day is done, the night has come,
Count shooting stars one by one,
To yesterday we say goodbye,
and I will sing this lullaby..."
The flame flashes out, leaving the room seeiming significantly darker as it runs out of fuel to burn. All that remains of the evapourating ghost is a faint smudge of black smoke drifting on the breeze before that too is blown away.

((I need to throw in a skip for now. >.< Jerome's just lying there staring, not believing what has happened.))

TinyDragon stares wide eyed as a chain of ice snakes toward her. Unable to move her paws feel rooted to the cold floor, leaving her vulnerable to the biting icy attack. Flashes of growing flames light the room as Namdnas shatters the ice types face, sending a light flutter through her aching heart. Its quickly taken away though as the Cryogonal's chains once again wrap around the ghosts spectral body. The heat sends drips of water cascading to the floor, making a rhythmic wash of vibrations. Her scales itch with confusion as the temperature of the room chances with the fire and melting ice. With the melting ice type. Why does it have to be this way..? Her heart tightens in her chest.

"Now!" Namdnas directs, sending Jerome into action. He hacks and slashes away at the predator until the water trips him up. Desperately TD pulls at her inner reserves but the most she can muster is a pitiful dribble of clean fluid from her jaws. It drips into the puddle already spreading across the floor and around her paws. Blue toes flex ever so slightly, tempted to try to merge their molecules with the water but there isnt nearly enough to do so. Her aqua eyes watch the attacks from the waters reflection with a pained expression until the ground runs red with Jeromes blood. Squeaking a gasp TD takes a few step backward to flee the spreading iron scented liquid. Her eyes quickly dart back up and away from it only to see Namdnas' face completely coated with blunt agony.

No, not again.. His fiery attack devastates the violent attacker, rapidly melting it into no more then a pool of life water. TD's fins quiver and her eyes go light with the reflection of the flames. They were all over the two Pokemon, engulfing them both in a deadly burst. Without the sounds of pain it is a spectacular sight. White and purple vapor flooding upward while water poured down below. It wasnt allowed to simply be beautiful. Namdnas face is crying out with agony, stretched and contorted as his life gasses vanish. Ghosts may be able to shift their forms but even the young Vaporeon knows this is not natural. "Nam'nas!" She whines futilely, scraping her claws against the ice in a hurried launch toward the dual type. At most she goes a few feet but within those moments Namdnas all but vanishes along with the Cryogonal. Catching one last glimpse of his serene face the ghost becomes nothing more then a few wisps of pale mist. Gone.

"No.." She gasps quietly to herself in disbelief. Ghosts do that, they vaporize and reform. It happens, its normal, but as the strands of purple gas turn lavender and fade into nothingness of the air she knows that will not happen. Namdnas was gone and not coming back. "No Namdnas no!" Her entire body shudders and trembles until her legs give out and crumple beneath her. The Vaporeon wails, feeling the buzz of the notes on her throat but not in her ear slits. Subconsciously she was thankful that she couldn't hear the broken sound of her own voice. The horrible whines and choking gasps of pain as air seemed to stick to her throat and refuse to be sucked properly into her lungs. Coughing and choking with free falling tears TD is an absolutely wreck. "Why.." She whines, "Why him..?"

I yawn, tongue curling up as I rest by the fire a bit longer. The warmth is nice on my dark fur and it has been the longest night I've ever had. I'm so tired, it feels like it would be best to just curl up and go to sleep. I swallow dryly and force myself to get to my feet. Even if the warm sun and warm ground does feel nice it's not sagfe here, not safe anyhwrre and I am so thirsty.
Pulling myself back up I raise my head and start to sniff. My plumy tail twitches beside me as I sift through the scents of his place looking for water. The fire smell, warm and charcoal-like, fills the air and makes it hard to detect anything else but I think that just on the edge of detection there's a smell of water.
Carefully looking around the empty buildings with my red eyes I start to walk towards it. By now I'm very nervous, this entire place seems so unnaturally empty. Weren't big cities supposed to have lots of people in them? That's what my trainer had said before he had to go away. He said he was going to a big city and this was certainly the biggest city I had ever seen...but it was empty. He wouldn't be here.
My ears droop a fraction with disappointment. It would have been nice for this to be the end of it. It would have been nice to just come here and find that he was o.k...
I look up again with determination, stopping that line of thought before it makes me sad. First I'm going to get a drink then I'm going to find a nice place to sleep.
The clear of scent of water is closer now and behind one of the mountain tall buildings I can see a flash of blue roof. What was that called?
I wrack my brains for what my trainer had told me.
Oh, that's right, it is a Pokemart.
The scent of water is coming from there. Nervously I lick my fur into shape and pad forwards.
There is water, I can smell it clearly and there is a puddle of dampness extending outwards from under the doors to the road outside. Has there been a flood. I sniff at the puddle but it smeels sharp and clean, not like the bloody water I had found in the forest.
Tentatively I touch the tip of my tongue to the dirt. It is as cold as ice.
Turning I face the towring doors built for humans, this place makes me feel so small, and see a flicker of movement behind the glass.
"Hello?" I ask nervously, bracing myself in case it is something bad.

Jerome was really starting to hate that song.

Namdnas seemed to be in a habit of singing it whenever something bad was about to happen. The Bisharp tried again and again to raise to his feet, but his feet constantly failed to hold their grip on the floor thanks to the cold water that was underneath them. One minute he had been muttering to Namdnas under his breath to shut the hell up, and then next time he looked up he was just ... gone. The ghost was nothing more than a vapour of black smoke, floating away on the wind.

"You..." Pure, indescribable rage replaced any sorrow that Jerome should've felt at that moment. The blue dual-type's eyes narrowed as he glared daggers at the weakened Cryogonal. The creature was missing most of its body, and it floated precariously in the air, only just managing to remain off the ground. With a scream of fury, Jerome was up in an instant, charging at the Ice-type. He slipped on the water after a couple of steps, but was on his feet again immediately. "FUCK YOU!" His bladed arm slammed into the Cryogonal's back, stunning the creature and knocking it to the floor. Jerome's eyes were on fire with anger as he repeatedly hacked away at the demonic snowflake's body, breaking it into as many pieces as he could while screaming out the worst profanities he could think of with each hit.

With one final scream, Jerome lost the strength to move any longer. The Cryongal was nothing more than a few shards of ice beneath him that were slowly melting and joining up with the already huge and dangerous puddle on the tiled floor. The Bisharp staggered and landed on the ground with a small splash, panting and clutching his stomach wound. He barely noticed his blood swirling around in the water below him as the weight of what had happened finally landed on his shoulders. Namdnas was dead. I avenged him. Jerome stole a glance up at TD, who was crying. A life for a life. I avenged him. I've done what was necessary to be done. That's all there is to it.

Weakly reaching up one shaking hand and clutching the counter, Jerome hauled himself to his feet. A timid voice from outside barely phased him as he turned to see an Umbreon's head peeking inside. "...What?" Jerome glared at the fellow Dark-type, immediately hating the Eeveelution for poking his nose where it didn't belong. "Come to stare? Well, come and stare all you want," he said incredulously, extending an arm. "But unless you can make yourself useful and not drop dead on us, you can get lost!"

Why, how! How could this of happened? Of all the Pokemon in the room why did Namdnas have to be taken. Why couldn't it of been her!? Why couldn't it of been the weakest of them all, the one who offered the least to the group. The one who couldn't even fight the monster.. TD let out another wail as the image of the ghosts face dissolving away flashed through her mind. Over and over again. Where did ghosts go when they died? A dark wispy place filled with glowing orbs seems to fit. What if they didn't go anywhere? They just, ceased to exist.. What a horrid thought.. Her soundless cry continues, no doubt irritating Jerome. Oh Jerome, gently the Vaporeon tries to peek from her paws to see the dual steel type but can not find the strength to do so.

The cold, wet, icy floor shows her reflection. The pathetic, horror stricken sad look to her face only brings more tears to her eyes. Telling herself that bad things happen each day, that good Pokemon die, doesn't remedy the pain. Namdnas was free of monsters that now roamed her world, but that wasn't comforting ether. Paws shaking with emotion TD places them flat on the ground. Trembling uncontrollably her claws scratch at the ice, sending uncomfortable vibrations through her forearms. They were not going to support her. At least not yet. Curling her paws in closer to her muzzle again the Vaporeon whines softly to herself. Jerome had to still be in the room; there was feelings in the ice that might of been steps from his heavy feet. He would protect her from any other threats while she could not, right? The Bisharp was closed off but he wasn't heartless. He couldn't be that cruel..

With gaspy breaths she places her weak paws in front of her eyes. Without hearing the blurry tears were utterly disorientating. Wiping at them did little without proper fingers but still helped. Slowing her breath she had to relax. She had to calm down. Their would be time to grieve and cry again later, but not here. Behavior like this, no matter how natural it felt, could get her killed. Or worse. There could still be dangers around here. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, whining. The Vaporeons aching heart cries out for her ghostly companion.

I immediatly jolt backwards, lowering my ears and whipping my tail down to show I'm sorry. Whatever has happened here it was something sad and it had made the blue Bisharp angry.
Oh dear, oh dear, I had really gotten myself into a mess here.
The smells of blood and meltwater are harsh to my sensitive nose as well as a lingering scent like the gas burner barbaque that we used to cook burgers on down by the ranch.
Tiny lumps of ice float in the expansive puddle of water that spreads across the entire floor and drips of water also shine across the Bisharp's blades where he had been hacking at something.
"M' name's Garth." I splutter out and inwardly wince at the slurring of the words. Arceus above, I couldn't sound more of a simpleton if I tried.
"I was jus' thirsty." Again my nervousness makes it hard to get the words out right.
The bloodied Steel Type was tall and dangerous looking, I really, really don't want to end up on the wrong end of those blades no matter how thirsty I was.
Glad my dark fur satisafactorily hides my blush of embarrassment I turn away.
"Sorry, I didn't mean ta stare."
And a drink of the clear cold water spreading across the floor was now entirely out of the question. I'm not sure what happened here but from the Bisharp's face trying to drink it would get me a good cut across the back.
Carefully I step backwards, away from the open door.
"Sorry ta bother ya." I blurt out nervously.
Please don't cut me, please don't cut me.

"M' name's Garth. I was jus' thirsty." Jerome scoffed nastily at the Umbreon's words. So he was attracted to this place not because of the fighting and screaming but because of the puddles on the floor? Did this kid have selective hearing or something? Already got one that's fucking deaf. I don't need another! The Bisharp no longer cared about the venomous thoughts plaguing his mind as he staggered forward, one hand still covering the wound on his belly. The damn thing would just not stop bleeding, and he felt weaker every time he felt the blood steadily pump itself out.

"So, Garth," Jerome grunted as he reached the door, "if you're coming with us, you need to make yourself useful. Got it?" Casting a look back inside the ruined shop, his eyes focused on the bloodied water. "I wouldn't drink that if I were you." TD was standing there with her eyes squeezed shut, now blind and deaf. "For fuck's sake..." Jerome marched up to her and poked her roughly on the shoulder. "Come on. We're going."

Stepping back out into the street, the scent of smoke entered Jerome's lungs and he quickly headed off into a small side street to avoid it, not caring if the others were following or not. Leaning against the walls near to a collection of dustbins, Jerome sighed heavily and leaned his head back in exhaustion. His two friends were dead and gone, and now he was left alone with the two Eeveelutions in the middle of a massive city that he had no idea how to navigate. What was most important: looking for supplies or a place to hide out? He had no idea. Being a leader was a privilege he had never had.

Jerome was nearby but TD felt very alone without her other dual type companions. They had made her feel welcomed and wanted for the first time in so long and now they were gone. Both gone to places she could not reach. Why them? What had Courtney and Namdnas done to of had this brought upon them? A soft whine escapes the Vaporeons muzzle and her thick tail moves a bit closer to her body. A shuddering sigh wrecks her body. The wet and icy floor feels oddly pleasant on her scales after all she'd been through today. Almost nice enough to stay here to mourn. Thoughts of the river she had been laying in this morning flood back to her. To be there again.. A sharp pain in her shoulder causes a quiet gasp and quickly turns TD's head to see Jerome looming over her, his eyes as cold as usual.

He said something, probably to get up or stop crying, but she couldn't tell what from her blurry tear vision. Taking a deep breathe TD forced her way to wobbly paws, unsure if she was ready for whatever Jerome was planning. The Vaporeons body didn't feel like it could handle anything else. He turned and walked out when TD caught sight of another Pokemon, its fur recognizable despite the distortion. Shrinking away as no more then a reaction she wiped at her eyes again. The Umbreon was slowly focusing in until she could see the blue ring around his neck. A scarf? Jerome had walked right past him, there was no way for the Bisharp to of miss it, so he couldn't of been dangerous. The scarf could mean he was owned. I mustn't of noticed them talking.. Her disability suddenly burns hot embarrassment in her face.

It was too soon and the Vaporeon couldn't find the strength or words within herself to attempt saying hello. It would be rude not say to anything to him but all she could do was smile weakly in acknowledgement on her way out. Hopefully he would follow and they could be friends but for now the loss was still too raw in her heart.
Following after Jerome the sun was high in the sky, burning hot down on all below it. Her body was still aching and an unpleasant feeling ran through her. TD's stomach was growling. Defensively her head went down and her legs bunched up. The Vaporeon was aware that that made a noise even if she couldn't hear it.

((Sorry, I forgot that Kaze was in the Safehouse. Skip for now, Jerome's still just standing in the alleyway staring into space. Feel free to have TD snap him out of it or something.))

A small shiver runs along TD's spine. The sudden realization of hunger was making her head dizzy and uncomfortable. All the events of today, the terrible, tragic events, had distracted her from her stomach. Jerome was going to be pissed if she started to beg for food like a puppy. But maybe he is hungry too. Nether of us have eaten. Feelings of her stomach knotting press her to ask the stoic dual type. If she didn't it would only distract her until she got something to eat. Steeling her courage TinyDragon gently prods his thigh with one paw. Instantly she regrets it, courage fading, and shrinks away a bit. "I-I uh, whe sood.." It was impossible to hear but the Vaporeon knew her nerves were breaking her voice. The muscles in her throat were not twitching the right way, tongue feeling numb and useless. Swallowing hard she looks to him again, "We shooed fine food." It felt better the second time and hopefully sounded so too.

Trying to stand a bit taller TD takes in a deep breath. The Bisharp was not one for weakness. The wound on his side was pouring blood but he kept going regardless. If Jerome was going to keep her around, not toss her away despite the tragedies that bound them together, she would have to be stronger. She couldn't stay like this, overly timid and afraid to ask anything of her friend and leader. Even if it wasn't much she needed to show some courage. Turning to the Umbreon she nods, keeping the same soft smile from before. Seeing a fellow Eeveelution clams her a bit and smooths the roughest bits of her voice. "H-hi. My names Tiny Dwagon. I'um deaf." He seemed nice but her only indication of that so far was the way he walked, the look to his face, and the fact he wasn't arguing with Jerome.

One ear twitches as I hear the rumbling sound of one hungry stomach. Turning away from the grumpy Bisharp I turn towards the other pokemon here in the big puddle of water on the floor. Whatever it was that made this must have been huge.
A Vapoureon, all tatter finned and shy looking.
I struggle not to blush as she looks at me and introduces herself with more then a hint of slurr in her own voice.
Another kit I knew talked like that but he had been born a bit slow. The vapoureon didn't look slow...
As she says that she's deaf I realize this is going to be one awkward conversation and I can't seem to get my tongue to work properly.
"M' Garth." I splutter out again before realizing that the Vapoureon can't hear me if she's deaf.
Humans had hand movements to talk to people who couldn't hear but I don't know what any of them mean and besides, what could I do with my paws that would tell my name?
I smoothe the spiked tuft of fur on my head down as a nervous responce.
"There's food in t' fores'" I say rapidly, remembering the ocassional berry bush did grow there. "I don' know what ther's is in the city. I come from Solaceon Town." Well that last sentance was legible at least, even if my image of being a country hick was probably unshakeable now.
It was a long walk to get here, I certainly wouldn't mind going and finding something to eat but there's no way I'm going to tell the tall Bisharp that. That gash on his stomach looked sore.
"Is...Is he o.k?" I tentatively ask Tiny Dragon, looking through the open door the Bisharp had taken outside.
He certainly didn't look alright...

((Sorry guys, I'm running low on time so I'll have to just summarise:

It takes Jerome a few seconds to look at TD when she approaches him, and merely grunts at her idea to find food. He leans away from the wall, staggering a little as he walks past them, not looking at Garth as he tells them about the food in the forest. "No shit," he snaps, still not looking as he walks away towards the northern parts of the city towards Route 204.))

The Vaporeon tried to keep her eyes on the Umbreon but they kept moving between him and Jerome. If ether of them talked she had to know what they were saying. Missing something now would keep her in the dark of their next move, maybe even cause her to be left behind. "M' Garth." The dark type muttered, the words so stuck together TD almost turned them into Mogarth. She nods, not sure what else to say with her own choppy voice when Jerome pushes past them with labored movements. "There's food in t' fores." Ears perking at the word food it seemed the Umbreon had the same train of thought, or at least agreed with her suggestion. "Y-yeah!"

The Bisharp seemed less then impressed though as she caught a dark look from his eyes. As he pressed on TD worried that the wound on his side hadn't stopped bleeding. It could only go on for so long until.. gulping she caught sight of Garths mouth again, "Is...Is he o.k?" All of her fins droop and with a solemn expression she shakes her head, "Its been rou'f." Rough didn't even come close to explaining what all had happened in the last few hours. If it was painful for her, TD couldn't even imagine what Jerome was feeling inside.

Shaking her head hard to clear it the Vaporeon chases after the staggering dual type. Her own steps are becoming increasingly uncomfortable but to even consider losing Jerome makes her keep pace. "Whr are we gowing?" She's asks tentatively. Hopefully he would listen to them about food. Hopefully he was heading toward so sort of sustenance and not just another destination.. Another gurgle passes through her belly while heated embarrassment burns in her face. If they didn't stop and find food at some point she wouldn't be able to keep up..

((OOC: For now Garth is just following Jerome at a cautious distance and trying not to draw attention to himself))

The hot noon sun burned down hard on TD's head. Her paws were already aching from coming to the city and now they had to keep their strength up to leave it. The hard cement and concrete ground felt sticky and seared her pads with each step. Following Jerome wasn't going to be very fun by the look of things. She might of just come from a room full of water and ice but already her blood and scales were warming up in the suns rays and her mouth longed for a proper drink. My entire body could use a good dip.. The gentle stream she had been resting in, the very one where she met all her dual typed friends, comes to mind. Yes.. that would be lovely.. Closing her aqua eyes she head leans back within her own imagination. Just resting in some nice, cool water during the heat of the day would be like a dream.

A particularly sharp pebble jabs hard into her paw pad causing the Vaporeon to stumble for a moment. A soft whine comes from her maw through clenched teeth. Hobbling on three legs she examines the spot; there was a slight dent where the stone had been along with the tiniest drop of blood where it had punctured. With a dejected sigh she placed the aching foot back down and continued on. The pain was unpleasant was but manageable as her eyes fall to the ground.  I hope we find some water soon.

One of my long ears twitches as I hear a tiny whimper and I swiftly turn towards the source of the sound, the scarred Vapoureon with the tattered fins.
I feel my rings start to glow with apprehension, even though the brighter shade the luminescent yellow bands are starting to shine is indistinguishable in the bright noonday sun. Oh dear, oh dear, what was it?
Has the injured Bisharp's blood drippings attracted something scary? All it took was one little bite after all and then even if they killed the thing they would still end up...
I shudder inwardly as I remember the mess my best friend had become, the light blue fur stained red with blood and bright red eyes glaring up at me.
I listen hard but there is no sound but the ordinary sounds of the forest, though a bit thinner with so many dead already.
"Yo' o.k?" I ask falteringly, taking a step towards the Vapoureon. Now I'm a bit closer I can see the tiny speckles of red blood on the ground. She's avoiding putting weight on one of her paws.
"You' hurt your paw?" I ask, sniffing at the air. There is definitely a sharp smell of blood but likely as not that is from the Bisharp not her.
The poor girl doesn't look too hot. It must be the noon sun. It's pleasantly warm on my dark fur, even though as an Umbreon the cool of night is much more comforting, but it must be bad for a creature of the water like the Vapoureon. After all they were creatures of the seas and rivers, not the baked city streets.
I look over the shattered buildings for a moment and doubt that there was any creature that thrived in the baked city streets.