The S.S. ANNE Team

Chex saw the Houndoom and Venonat come up. Wait, wasn't there just another Venonat here? Anyway, they seemed to subdue Tiana, who was about to go out of her mind. But anyway, they introduced themselves.
[color=#000000]"Hello, I'm Chex~" she chirped happily, smiling at them, "Thank you for helping out. I was afraid she was going to hurt herself or someone else." She walked forward a bit, fluttering her wings. Suddenly, the other bird screeched, suddenly disappearing from view. Chex scoped the hallway, looking for the bird. She flew down the hall to see where the other avian went, but saw a hole in the ground.
"Hello? Are you down there?" She heard the bird laugh. It sent a light chill up her spine. "Hello??"
"It's ok Chex, Ruffles has this under control~" Chex almost jumped at the sound of Ruffles next to her. How did she not hear him? Suddenly he called down the hole.
"Hello? Ruffles will not hurt you and Chex won't too! Chex is very nice~" Chex smiled. He was so friendly even to strangers....


Ruffles had just seen Chex fly into the window. The window was seemingly too small to fit into. No matter. Ruffles smiled, landing aboard the boat. The door to the room she flew into was open. Once he had walked in, he went into the hallway. There were others there Ruffles hadn't even seen. His eyes grew wide at the sight of all the new pokemon. He had just enough time to catch Ciel and Sebatian's greetings.
"Hello Ciel and Sebastian!" Ruffles put a wing in to gesture to himself,"Ruffles is Ruffles, don't forget that!" Ruffles then turned to catch sight of his pretty Swellow friend fluttering down the hall. The hall was far too narrow for him to fly down, but he decided to walk down to where she was.
"Hello? Are you down there? Hello??" The creature in the hole it fell into seemed to be slightly crazy. Ruffles wasn't too phased by the laughter though. He looked to Chex.
"It's ok Chex, Ruffles has this under control~" Ruffles smiled, not being to see very far into the hole but trying to talk to the pokemon.
"Hello? Ruffles will not hurt you and Chex won't too! Chex is very nice~" Ruffles wanted to help the pokemon in the hole, even if he didn't know what it was.

(short post is short, since I was skipped and I am not in a good mood today)

"FOOLS! Don't you get it? Don't you understand?" The pidgeon gazed up from his spot, cooing miserably, Sebastian had the strong urge to come down and kill him on the spot, but of course, he had to wait for Ciel's orders. "It doesn't matter what you do, we're all going to bloody die! The sooner it happens, the easier it will be on your mentality! Whatever afterlife awaits us, it's bound to be better than living." He had a point there, the Houndoom will admit, they will all die at some point. Even he himself; the devil's servant. Nonetheless, wouldn't it be best to live that pathetic life to its fullest? Even in the apocalypse, you would want to live long enough to see it end, "I guarantee you that Dante in the epic poem "Pandemonium" never had to endure anything like THIS during his journey through the circles of Hell." The Houndoom should have let this bird die in the hands of the Neon Pokemon honestly, he turned his gaze at the stunned Tiana, watching her stare awestruck at her claws as ice melted off of it, "W-what.....am I....doing?" A smile formed at the edge of the Fire/Dark duel-type's lips, he bowed formally at the Pokemon, "Pardon the noise mistress," He began, "You were about to attack that mad bird below." He motioned at the pidgeon whom giggled gleefully.

The Swellow introduced herself as Chex, Ciel rising a brow at the odd name as she thanked the Venonat and Houndoom for taking care of that situation. Another Avian appeared before the Bug-type, he stared up at the bloody Braviary whom introduced himself as Ruffles. It was odd, he did not seem to be like other Undead despite the stench reeking the Hallway. The way he spoke was as of a child's, yet it was obvious he was a full grown adult. Was this what they mean by slow Pokemon? Ciel had known a couple of slow ones, they were known as 'retards', but not as the insult. It was a defect from birth. Nonetheless, something was off, it didn't see like the Flying-type was a literal retard, it's as if he was acting. The Bug Pokemon shrugged it off, it must be his imagination. The good news; three birds. Now to hope two of them is strong enough to carry the master and servant to land than the middle of the ocean.

Sebastian was mildly surprised as another Avian appeared out of the blue, apparently known as Ruffles. He called down below to the Pidgeon, saying he would not harm a soul. The Dark Pokemon narrowed his eyes, this was obviously Undead, yet they keep him around like a pet? Was this a new system of master and servant except with Undead? Or was it they actually accepted him in the group? The Houndoom refused to accept that bird, Ruffles may be Ruffles now, but later on, he knows that the Braviary will cause some trouble. Would they kill him on the spot of he were to be hungry? Would they be filled with regret when they kill him, or filled with remorse? Or will the kill be no mercy? The Undead's presence in this very room troubled Sebastian, but once again, he will do nothing unless it is Ciel's command.

"Ruffles, Chex," The Bug Pokemon perked up, Sebastian glanced over at his master, noticing that the Venonat was already ready to ask the favor instead of building a relationship, "Could you do us a favor?" He asked, a sly grin forming at the edge of his face, "You see... We're trying to-" He was interrupted by a loud crash, forcing the ship to rock itself. Ciel held his ground, watching his servant run to his side immediately. The ship stopped rocking as a loud screech was heard overhead.

"We'll investigate that mistress," Sebastian said, bowing diligently at the Swellow before heading off, Ciel followed behind quickly as they headed up the stairs, the Houndoom giving up on waiting for the Bug Pokemon as he just simply threw him on his back. "This is-?!" He stuttered, it was the first time he stuttered in years as he stared up at the sky. A giant avian flying overhead, he couldn't tell whether it was living or not, but if living...

"It's our ticket out." Ciel smirked at his servant. The bird swooped down, its mighty claws gripping on Sebastian and Ciel as it flew off into the distance.

The sun began to set, its orange hues following it as a streak of dark blue began to overcome the sky. A young Swablu takes in a heavy breath as she landed on the railing of the ship above deck, a click and a clack heard as her talons gripped onto the metal bar. Trinity used a lot of energy flying this far, and put a lot of pressure on her left wing. A strong wave of heat came over that left wing as she began to rest, wincing as soon as it began to cool down. Honestly, how troublesome this wing was! Yet, it was amazing and miraculous on how she was able to get up on this ship! The height was beyond her dreams, far from the ground at least! The Cotton Bird Pokemon gaped at it earlier when she glided just a simple ten feet away from the sea. It was an abandoned ship, but hey, better than flying in the middle of the ocean! The possibilities of food being here... Her stomach wanted to punch her brains inside out just for thinking of such horrid things. She's going to grow hungry at this rate! An abandoned ship, means abandoned cargo! Which basically means free stuff for her!

Unless... No, she shook her head at the thought, the possibilities of meeting another survivor are slim. Yet, she still felt guilty at the thoughts of abandoning her friends in Viridian and Outskirt. How was Zero doing? Skoll? Rakuen? Were they thinking bad of Trinity? How she purposely abandoned them? She had no choice, she was timid, weak, desperate. How selfish of her... Her mind went blank as she glanced up, staring at the stars that began to slowly appear. Barely visible, but visible enough for Trinity to feel hope arise in her. The sky has not changed in this world. That's the good thing. The sky was her home, from when the sun rise to the sun set, from when the moon is visible to the invisible. She loved it. She loved it all. Unlike the mangled ground that had murdered her mother, the sky was her peaceholder. Something that could never be touched even by something as big as the Epidemic.

She paused, glancing back over to the ship. There was an archway that led to below-deck. With the night settling in, Trinity would have loved to sit on this railing to watch the sun rise back up. However, now was the time for rest, she had been spending sleepless nights flying to this very point. It shall not go to waste! The Cotton Bird Pokemon jumped from the railing to the wooden deck of SS Anne, hopping over to the archway before giving one final glance up at the sky. The ship was dark at this point of time, the bird Pokemon wasn't honestly all that surprised with electricity cut off and such. Trinity felt the velvet red rug under her talons. Despite most of it has been ripped and torn apart, it felt abnormal that she actually hopped on something that's similar to the ground. She will admit her constant habit of sitting on head and perching on tree branches or metal bars were rather a pain whenever her claws grew tired. However, this place was far off the ground, the poisonous ground that killed her mother. It's not like it would kill her to be landing on a boat right? Right.

BANG! She jumped at the sudden bang, her wings fluttering up to the nearest broken lamp post. Naturally she would fly up upon the sudden noise, Undead wouldn't get her that way! [Unless it's able to fly, but then again, they usually fly off somewhere else and Trinity never even met an Undead bird just yet!] The Swablu blinked, peering down over behind the corner of the hallway with utmost curiosity. CRRCK! Second loud noise, she jumped once again. But this time, her reaction was rolling her eyes. Trinity is very disappointed in herself for getting that scared! She watched as Undead banged against a Cabin door, as if a feast was inside. Some Undead began to sulk away, tired of waiting for it to come out. Whereas others were just plain out stubborn. BANG! That one didn't get to her at least! Though it seemed to have taken several long minutes, she watched as one-by-one as death began to leave their victim, possibly tired of trying to get to the poor guy. Who was in there exactly?

Although some Undead still hung around, Trinity braced herself, gliding towards the lamp post that stood nearest towards the cabin door. Her wing began to burn, it was sooner than the usual. Must be because her muscles just began to recently recover, but she just had to use that very wing again. They took no notice of her as she safely landed on that broken lamp, even with the soft clack made when her talons hit the gold-colored substance. Her turquoise-blue eyes stared curious at the door, a soft whimper heard from it; "Please help... Please.... Please..... Please help me.. Help me.... Please..." If the guy can talk, then maybe he's not one of them? Trinity never met a talking Undead before, but it must be another survivor!... Her heart slightly dropped, however, despite it being another company. She would depend on this guy for everything, then possibly abandon him later just like everyone else! She didn't want that... No!

But he asked for help. It would be rude to ignore such a request, no? Despite the Undead now leaving him alone, a certain one stood out -- a Wartortle. This one stayed in its spot next to the cabin door, staying quiet as it gave a malicious grin. Trinity threw daggers at the Water-type, though it took no notice, the Swablu felt disgusted! They were using such cheap tricks! No siree! She won't allow that to happen! With her talons, she banged on the lamp post, the click and clack from it catching the attention of the Turtle Pokemon. Its crimson-red eyes shot straight up in the air, towards Trinity, the malicious grin faded into what seemed to be determination. Determination to eat a cotton bird? They must have tried cotton candy before all of this mess!

But now that she caught its attention... With a playful grin, she glided to the next lamp post, watching the Kanto Starter follow along, waiting for her to come down. It wasn't tall enough to reach her, ha! She continued to do the same thing, over and over until she finally reached the end of the hallway, accompanied by a porthole that was wide open. With a sharp breath, she swooped down into the porthole, the Undead following after her hoping to catch the Swablu by the talons. But oh no! Trinity was much more quicker, the Wartortle wasn't able to catch her in time, but could no longer keep its balance on the boat. Flailing before falling overboard. She didn't dare look down as the water splashed. She had done her job, and helped a poor guy. No need to take notice of her work in complete detail.

As she flew back, she landed a couple of feet away from the cabin. In case the door would fly open and some Undead would pop out instead of a poor living... But nonetheless, she glanced around for any signs for an Undead. Only to see nothing but the empty hallways of a battered up ship. Carefully, she knocked on the door with her beak, taking a couple of steps back before calling out; "Sir are you alright?" She asked politely, her words filled with genuine worry and kindness. Rarely did she have the heart to lie or backstab, but she did wonder how he got into this kind of mess...

There was no response, nor sign of life from the otherside of the cabinet -- as if the Pokemon that was once held captive in there just dropped dead. Trinity blinked in utter confusion, aghast at what had just happened. Was this her imagination playing tricks on her? She's growing mad! Yet -- unlike her mother -- she wasn't near the ground, hell, she's in the middle of the ocean! The Swablu was deep in thought, pondering upon the reasons for her to spend so much time and energy to get rid of that sneaky Undead for living Pokemon! A voice suddenly echoed throughout the halls interrupted her thoughts; "Hello? Guys? Is anyone still here?"

Was her mind playing tricks on her again? Surely not! The Cotton Bird Pokemon was sure she heard something this time, definitely! Clearing her throat, she replied back to the voice at the end of the hall, loud and clear; "Hello my dear friend! Are you a survivor as well?"

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SS Anne-Below Dack/Hallways ||Early Evening ((1))

'This place is a wreck!' The Seagull sassed. She had just entered the ship yesterday and as luck would have it, she missed all of the commotion before. Determined not to be eaten, and looking for Soda. In the latter she did not succeed, Which put her in a somewhat foul mood. 'I haven't seen anyone on this shabby boat since I got here! And no soda either...' Voices ahead? Maybe I spoke too soon!
She flapped her wings faster, Maybe I can make some new friends! But I better not get my hopes up.

She saw glowing rings in the dark and using them as a beacon, flew over to the Monster Fox. Most of the pokemon the Wingull had met were too focused on either themselves or the infected to pay any attention to the little bird, so she got into the habit of speaking loudly when introducing herself. 'HI THERE!!! Are you alive?' Hmm, Looks like an ADULT. Ughhhh... Lex had gone through many bad experiences with those older than her during her early childhood and the Epidemic. To her, they either take themselves way too seriously and think they always know best, or they're just plain nuts. The vivid colors of the Zoroark entranced her though and she felt a bit more trusting. But she looks so pretty...Maybe she's nice.

"Yes I am, where are you?!" Came a reply. Hope filled Trinity; the young Swablu felt like she could just burst in happiness. "I'll come to you m'dear! Please be patient with me!" She called out, flapping her cotton wings and immediately perching herself on the lights that hung above on the walls. With each hop, she felt happy -- excited even. Of course, the Swablu was grateful if she ever came across a life form; afterall it is better to die with a friend rather than alone. Especially in a zombie apocalypse.

It didn't take long for her to reach the owner of the voice; a Neon-colored Zoroark. Trinity never came across one, especially not a neon one, but there must be a reason for outrageous coloring. Unless those are the species natural color... The Swablu shook her head, she shouldn't dwell into a physical appearance too much. However, before she could open her beak to speak, out came a young Wingull. As sudden as its appearance, she yelled out her greetings; " HI THERE!!! Are you alive?"

Trinity wouldn't snap, but she felt a slight annoyance come across her. This Wingull is ignorant no? Why yell? It could attract the Undead that was banging on the door earlier -- hell it'll definitely attract Undead. "You shouldn't be so loud dear," The Swablu began, revealing herself to the Dark-type and the newcomer Wingull as she glided down towards the floor; landing softly on the velvet red carpet. Some would take her statement as a sarcastic remark -- however -- Trinity was too ignorant herself to understand sarcasm; "It'll attract unwanted visitors."

(Skipping; Hopefully my writing motivation returns next cycle)

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SS Anne-Below Dack/Hallways ||Early Evening ((2))
Great. The Fox-thing is ignoring me, and the bird is chastising me. Business as usual. 'Sorry,' the bird called quieter to the Swablu. 'I just don't want to be forgotten by some pokemon who think they have more important things to do' She mumbled under her breath. 'Okay...now with that I got your attention, how about names? I'm Lex.' She said while trying to stretch her nonexistent neck.

The Swablu frowned when the Wingull muttered something under her breath upon apologizing; perhaps a curse towards either her or the Zoroark. Nonetheless, she shrugged it off, as the newcomer introduced herself as Lex. Lex seemed like a kindly figure, with some ups and downs -- rude some would say, but Trinity supposed anyone would be like that with Undead up and about. The Wingull's attitude greatly reminded her of Zero back in Viridian forest; she felt heavy in the chest with feelings. But what caught her attention the most was still the Neon Dark-type, she didn't respond just yet, but the Cotton Bird Pokemon will allow the events to register into her while Trinity spoke with Lex;

"The name's Trinity m'dear," She said with a small smile, her gaze directly at the duo as she hopped an inch closer, "I'm trying to survive the Epidemic; possibly like you two." A pause, then she continued, "What brings you both to this ship anyways?" The Swablu's reason was just simply to rest her left wing, but she said nothing hinting that as she didn't want to show weakness. From past experience, she knew that the group would kick her out if she wasn't strong.

((I can't really think of anything to post right now. Skip me please))

Though she received no answer, Trinity was a patient one. However, they weren't quick enough; the ship suddenly shook, as if an earthquake took place. The Swablu held her ground, surprise overcoming her as she rested her eyes at the figures down the hallway; Undead. The ship didn't rock suddenly due to an earthquake; it was because a horde of them had heard the Wingull's screams and decided; 'Hey, there's food around here'. Damnit! Despite the group of Pokemon being living, she didn't want to be brought down by one loud member!

A 'tsk' escaped the Cotton Bird Pokemon, turning towards the duo; "Forget the introductions; there's a horde of Undead towards us." She paused, looking over the Zoroark's shoulder. They were still a good distance away. "It's either we fight with them, or deal with them later. We're stuck on a boat, so we're bound to fight them if we wish to get off." Though to be honest, the bird wanted to flee. However, that doesn't seem to be an option at the moment. It was true that they were bound to fight Undead, it's either now or never.

Tiana blinked, she had sort of slipped off into her own little world for a bit. When the boat shifted Tiana threatened to fall over until she caught the scent of the undead Trinity was mentioning. 'I'll worry about making sure I introduced myself later.' the large neon fox thought, a loud snarl tearing through her teeth, fangs now bared.

Turning to face the oncoming hoard, a large ball of blue energy forming between her claws before hurling the Focus Blast at the infected. Her loud roar reverberating through the entire ship. Tiana was quite cranky, between being stuck here on this boat with dwindling supplies and the fact she was moody enough to begin with the infected choosing to pick a fight with her now just made it all worse.

"WELL DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" The angry Illusion pokemon snarled, half directed at her companions who had seemingly not moved a feather in favor of killing the undead and half at the undead themselves as a sort of taunt. Leaping forward with another loud roar, dark energy covering her claws as she slashed at the zombies, fueled entirely by rage. She was all for a good fight but she didn't appreciate being confronted with a horde of flesh eating bags of rot when she was trying to make new friends and get off this bloody ship.

The Psi Pokemon was far from his normal stalking grounds, but something in his mind's eye told him to be here. There was something...something waiting...something that needed his special touch. The psychic fox opened his eyes and found himself on a ship, sending out waves of energy as he made his presence known. Whatever he was looking for, he would find it here.

Pain...desperation...agony...

Shouting stirred him from his musings, and the distinct presence of those of his own kind filled him with a macabre pleasure. Someone on this boat was going to die soon, and he wanted to be there to enjoy it. Stepping down into the deep darkness of the hold below Alakazam made his way towards the sounds of battle, hungry for the sounds of screaming and the sweet taste of fresh blood. His eyes began to glow an eerie red as his Psychic began to surround him and the great fox stepped into the room, an eerie quiet coming over it as even his own kind recognized the raw power.

"I have come...come for..." His eyes roamed over the gathering, the Undead and Infected hissing and vocalizing their displeasure even as they backed away. They knew they were no match for the Harbinger that had come for his kill. First his eyes fell to the tiny cotton bird, but his senses still called for something else. His gaze lingered on the radiating black fox adorned in neon and gave her a sadistic, perverse smile, but it was not her he wanted. His head turned slightly to rest his sight on a blue and white bird hovering away from the other two and he knew he found his prize.

"I have come...for YOU!"

The fierce glow of red around his eyes flashed dangerously and suddenly the bird found himself smashing into the ceiling, crushed against the powerful Psychic. It twitched and screeched, begging to be released but the Psi Pokemon would have none of it. He pulled it closer to him and let his psychic energy bore into its mind, forcing into it some of his favorite kills, including the ones of his Master's grand escape. It began to seize, body twitching as its mind failed to withstand the mental onslaught, and its beak crushed so hard against itself it began to crack causing the pathetic bird even more pain. Alakazam's sadistic laugh echoed in an almost metallic sound around the room as he watched his prey suffer. How he loved these moments.

"Pain...gloom...We are the Guardians of Glory and Doom." Finally finished with the simple breakdown of his preys body from the seizures he slammed the bird into the floor and released his Psychic. He then took his sharpened spoons and began to carefully cut away at the flesh and feathers until only muscle was exposed, twitching and spurting blood to paint a gory outline on the floor. Smiling maniacally he carefully used the two spoons to simultaneously dig out his preys eyes and swallowed them together whole. But now, when there was nothing left but barely living tissue pulsing and contorting from pain with almost no mental process any longer he found himself bored.

"Time for fun to end."

Releasing a Pscyho Cut towards the pulsing mass of tissue and muscle he watched with satisfaction as the tendons severed and the body all but exploded apart, limbs and larger muscles blasting to opposite ends of the room. But if one looked closely, they would notice the body seemed almost methodically dissected rather than just torn apart. But there was one last prize that he hadn't counted on. The head had plastered itself to the ceiling, the skull cracking open and brain matter slowly releasing its hold with no spine to cling to any longer. Licking his lips the fox reached up and plucked it from the thin membranes still straining to keep it in the skull and popped it into his mouth, turning to face the dark fox once more with a smile as he savored his prize.

"I'll be back." And in a pulse of psychic energy he vanished, leaving the remaining pair to deal with the horde of his brethren now free to assault them without a Harbinger to claim them.

Tiana hissed with anger as she watched her new friends stand around and do nothing. The undead Alakazam killing the Wingull with barely any effort. Rage overcame her as she slammed the skull of an undead Machoke through the iron hull of the ship. Water began to pour into the ship at an alarming rate. Her eyes clouded with red haze as she leaped through the ship up to the deck.

The decaying vessel was slowly beginning to sink. Without a second thought Tiana jumped into the murky ocean waters and swam for shore. When she reached the pier in Vermilion she collapsed onto the hard concrete ground panting and gasping for the precious oxygen had all but left her lungs.

When the neon Zoroark could finally breath normally she quickly traveled through the city and into the wilderness, disappearing.

(Leaving post and also, the ship is now sinking.)