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[ Faraway Island // Late Afternoon ]

((Ooc; Alright guys. Little explaination.
This is thinking.
"This is speaking telepathicly."
"This is speaking outloud."
Hope that makes things clearer C:  ))

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[ Faraway Island // Late Afternoon ]

((OOC: Hey guys! Glad to be here! ^^))

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Faraway Island/Late Afternoon (1)

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Faraway Island || Late Afternoon | 16
((Continuing post count from Team Sky))

Far from the coast of a humid, forested island, two flying creatures are seen. They are braviaries, coming to drop off a passenger. As they near the island, they come down low enough for a weavile on one of their backs to jump off and land safely at the edge of one of the tall plateaus. After checking for any sign of Undead, the weavile turns to them and gives a small bow. “Thank you for rescuing me from the flygon duo, my good braviaries. May your flights be blessed and safe.” One of the birds, with a thick Scottish accent, thanks him. “No problem, Adventus; now, we must go. There is somewhere we must be.” The weavile gives a kind nod to the both of them, and as they fly off he picks a good tree to scale and climbs into high into its thick branches. The hot air is already makings its bothersome presence known, but he has been in Hoenn long enough for him to adapt to its tropical weather. The cool, moderate sea wind rustles the leaves and filters through the jungle-like forest, as he clambers between the close limbs of the tall trees. Even though his senses are fully alert for any other noises, he still cannot help but let a few thoughts poke at his mind. This island is quite far out from the regions--it took one night and almost an entire day to get here! That may mean less Undead are here, though--that is perfect. As he browses his thoughts, he restrains a small yawn. At least the back of the Braviary was large enough that he could sleep on it--he barely got any rest since he took that undead fearow from the Hoenn mainland to Sky Pillar!

Every part of him goes stiff, as he stops moving at the sound of voices. Adventus cannot help but clench his teeth and press his foreclaws into the thick bark, as he makes out distinctly alive voices. Of all the things he could find here, it had to be other living Pokémon. Competition. Possibly a few idiots. Maybe those pitiful types that beg for attention and need help all the time. How lovely. The dark weasel moves at a near-noiseless pace, and throws his head up when yet another noise squawks out from above. “I’m booooored!” He lies low to the tree limb he is on, cautious towards the boisterous fool. Well, there’s idiot number one! At least the canopy of the trees is so thick, that he could never be seen from above. When he gets closer to where he heard the noise, he begins to hear the other voices more clearly--it sounds like two females. A tree up ahead rustles, and then a brown and pale-feathered creature comes down to his level in the branches. Peeking through the thick leaves many feet between them, he can just discern it as a pidgeotto. This must be the fool who shouted earlier. Making his way to the trees far left of the bird, he begins to see a grove with thick and tall grass and a few puddles.

Within the tall grass, he can see a gible with a....white and tan toque and a scarf? The weasel mentally scoffs at the ridiculous attire. Whatever the case, it seems to be young, judging by the rather youthful pitch in its voice. The same goes for the pidgeotto, who speaks openly to the group with a similarly young voice. As Adventus, too, observes the group below, he spots a small and frail form--an umbreon, who rests by a slumbering mightyena with flaring red face markings. The dark cat’s eyes are aglow as it uses some strange ability upon the dark canine. Another mightyena, with cool blue markings, has apparently dropped him off next to her supposed brother. Directly below his dark camp in the trees, Adventus notices another Pokémon. A croagunk, with bandaged arms and a small stone around its neck, raising up from a slumber. It looks to be irritated itself, having facepalmed for a reason he has yet to figure out. The weavile silently taps his claws on the tree trunk, annoyed that somehow he managed to find another group. Well, inevitably he is going to have to confront these people, so he may as well reveal his presence to them. Joining them or introducing himself is an entirely different situation, though.

He crouches on a thick tree branch, curling his claws around the limb so as to make sure he does not fall. The late afternoon sun is bright and hot, but the trees are quite cool due to their dark thickness. He doubts they can see him well within his rather obscured position high in the branches, but if an Undead were to come at least he would not be approached first. His dark but eloquent voice quietly addresses them all. “My my, and here I thought there were nothing but ambulant corpses inhabiting this large and lonely island.” After he speaks, he makes sure that no Undead heard him. Even though the wind is the only obvious noise, he still cautiously makes sure that nothing will come and surprise him--Or them, he smirks lightly, looking back down at them from behind his obscuring cover in the trees. Maybe they do deserve his company, or maybe they do not. He will just have to see how things play out.

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((Sorry it's kinda rushed. I'll do better next time.))

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Faraway Island/Late Afternoon (2)

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The weavile observed the umbreon with more interest than the others, wanting to know what it was doing to the mightyena. The large canine is asleep, and there is a strong deep red glow over the fox’s eyes, possibly signifying Dream Eater. Its body is gaunt and unnaturally small for its species--why? He stops considering these things when he sees the umbreon’s eyes lose their glow, the fox rising to his feet. As he gets up, the umbreon heeds the words of the pidgeotto, and with visible but reluctant agitation he steps in front of his canine companions. The fox berates her telepathically, not exactly surprising Adventus. ”L-listen here you,” the umbreon says with a gentle but determined voice, ”N-no one here has even spoken a word to you. So d-don’t just show u-up and be r-r-rude. I will speak my name when you e-earn it.”

The mightyena with the elegant blue facial tattoos comes and nuzzles him, returning his thanks for allowing him to use dream eater on her mightyena companion. Then, the livid-tattooed mightyena awakes. The name was not too hard for Adventus to catch, learning the wolf’s name to be Feu.

The bird responds with a laugh to the umbreon’s determination, outright insulting the fox. Even Adventus knows when not to be a jerk--but this bird just outright insults his determination without even an ounce of respect. If she were part of his clan, she would have suffered a few nasty strikes for that level of rudeness. After browsing over them all with a small smirk on her face, she starts again. “Why are you all so....jittery? Do I look like I’m going to swoop down and peck your eyes out? I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Chill out, eh? There aren’t going to be many Undead on an island this size in the middle of nowhere. That reminds me....” Sheesh, this girl talks more than even me, Adventus snides. “How’d you all get here, anyway? None of you have any wings. What gives? It was so nice and quiet when I got here this morning, jeez.” The Weavile snarls in slight irritation, but calms his nerves. These are the sort of people that somehow manage to set off his anger; maybe it has something to do with their recklessness? Maybe it’s because they are rather noisy? It has to be both. His ears instinctively check the environment again, scanning for any sense of undead approaching, especially with this boisterous bird around. After he is sure that everything is still calm and nothing will strike, he speaks his mind to the Pidgeotto.

His voice is serious, but shows a calm intelligence. “What makes you think that we will not find something horrible? Maybe there is a Garchomp here, or maybe a Scizor, or even a Kabutops?” He shifts his position in the tree, pushing up from a crouch and stepping into another tree whose branches loom over the Umbreon and Mightyenas. “And I got here by Braviary just a short while ago, Pidgeotto.”

Adventus stays within his dark cover, sure about the presence of another being around them. It is proven when something bursts out of a patch of grass underneath the tree he is on and flies straight over the two Mightyenas and the Umbreon--A Swellow. Where it was going was a mystery, until Adventus spots a glossy, pearlescent object in the nearby grass. An egg? Adventus’s stomach grumbles quietly, but he ignores it. Who exactly it belonged to may have been answered, as the Croagunk launches madly towards the egg to stop the rotting avian. Intercepting it, he slams a Sucker Punch into its beak. When it lands, it lunges towards the defender with an Aerial Ace. The frog responds with a fast dual punch, connecting with its beak and eventually shattering it. The fists dig into its skull, and a dead glow comes over the frog’s arms. Drain Punch? The frog then rips the bird’s skull straight in half, freeing his hands. Grabbing the egg in his embrace, he then steps closely to the trio below.

After probing around with his ears to make sure no other Undead are coming at the sound of the fight, he chuckles lightly. His voice is not particularly loud, but it should be audible enough for even a Croagunk to hear. “That was quite impressive, Croagunk.” Well, the Croagunk seems pretty good at fighting. But why has he not spoken yet, let alone made a sound? Is he mute, or simply reluctant to speak?

((Sorry for taking a while to post; I was being tormented by Writer’s Block))

((Ooc; So sorry for the late reply :CCC I fell asleep while typing this. Jfdbdb))

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After having browsed the land cautiously for any other Undead, Adventus eases down his tense mood a little and leans back against the trunk of the tree.

The toque-and-scarf wearing Gible says that she was engulfed by a burst of psychic energy. That must have been the same energy that I felt a while ago. The idea makes the Weavile stop in his observation for a moment, as he looks up to the leaves above him. His claws rest against the trunk, as he falls into a moment of thought. Who on earth could make a blast that powerful? A legend, possibly? I will have to think further on that topic sometime. Shaking his head slightly, he looks back down to the group again. He had been keeping track on their conversations even as he had been thinking, and had caught the female Mightyena asking for him, the Croagunk, and the Pidgeotto’s name. The Pidgeotto did not respond to the Mightyena’s question, but rather just fluttered down to the grounded group. The Croagunk, meanwhile, had motioned to his throat and shook his head, as if to say....he could not speak? Adventus expressed an honest feeling of respect for the frog, especially for having made it so far through the Epidemic. People who had such defects were usually the first to die, and it was interesting how this Croagunk has managed without his voice.

There was no way in distortion Adventus would be caught on the ground like all of these people, especially in a place with so much dense foliage as this forest. Instead, he clambers around the tree and down the branches until he is directly above the group. He is easily over twenty feet off of the ground on this branch, and within a spot where the forest’s dappled darkness shields him from the day’s hot sunlight. Finally, he offers his say for the request of his name, while he once again rests against the tree trunk, his arms folded.

“I am not too ready on offering my name yet,” he grins down at them, flicking his featherlike twin tails, “just call me Weavile for now.” Adventus was wary of these people, even though they appeared quite friendly. They seemed like sincere people, but emotions easily become a mask for many dangerous lies. Besides--even if they are trustworthy, he is going to have to see if they actually deserve his company.