(ACE) The FARAWAY Team

TD Flattened herself to the ground wishing that it would open up and swallow her. At this point anything that would let her just leave this situation would be welcomed. For her it was a losing battle and at this rate she was going to end up even more wounded or dead. She swallowed hard. Why wasn't the Ninetales helping her anymore? The Fire Type had a look in her eyes that the Vaporeon had seen or shown many times- she was observing. But why.. Was she curious on how she would defend herself from the Ghost eeveelution, or maybe why he was attacking? A cold wave washed down her spine and across her scales. The fox was going to be very disappointed.
Aqua spheres shifting between the other Pokemon young TinyDragon doubted that they were going to help her anymore. It seemed that with his anger the Phanteon had won.. he was the victim and she was receiving her punishment. She chokes on her own breathe in a hard gulp of air. Why won't you believe me.. Because she deserved this.. Quiet terror makes her body quake. She was not a fighter, not in the slightest. If he attacked her again, and the others did not intervene, she would surely die. On her own the Vaporeon feared for her life.

Lone growls loudly as he slowly creeps closer to the fish, his claws glitter with drying blood that match his eyes in color. "Save it," He spits with a venomous sting, "I'm not having it." There was a lack of verbal protest amongst the group that he enjoyed. If only the others started to join in, oh that would of been lovely. Staring straight through the Vaporeon's eyes into her soul all the Phanteon can see is raw fear. It was beautiful. "I'm sorry you died, but this course of action is irrational. Why are you saying she killed you? These are oran berries." He stops dead in his tracks, shooting daggers as his head slowly turned to face the Ninetales. "What did you just say?" Though it came as stone-cold question it was meant as a demand. As the fox moved closer to his prey the Ghost Type looked to branch he had previously deemed worthless. Why did she think of this thing as so important he had to postpone his revenge?

He stalks closer to it with heavy, violent steps. Catching the stick in a scoop of claws the Phanteon stares at the berry for several seconds, his expression changing from irritated to utterly outraged. With a quick flash his curls his toes around the berry before smashing it into the ground, blue ooze squelching between his pads. "Is this some kind of joke?" He pants, "That a couple of berries are valid, indisputable evidence for her innocence?" His teeth snap and mane flare with an exasperated air. "That is ridiculous. That bitch a guilty!" But something in his subconscious.. doubted himself. He had on many occasions eaten the fruits and felt the gentle energy the offered in return. Never had they hurt him, they couldn't harm him if they tired unless they were poisoned- and that fish was no poison type.

Growling loudly Lone paced the spot, eyes wide and cast at the ground that was soaked in his own dark blood. No. He can not recall the feeling of claws or teeth in the blur that was his death. His mind races to find facts of the Water Types guilt but it can find nothing. Nothing but her presence. An image of the Vaporeons face is fogged in the memories of his last breaths but it is obviously the same Pokemon and it is all he can pick up about her. No no no. Is own vision is obscured as more bloody thick tears ooze from the corners of his eyes, refreshing the 'paint' that stained his cheeks. She had only been there as a bystander attempting to help? She.. she has to be the cause. Has to be!
What else was there? No one was around to witness the event and they didn't believe the victim. What had caused the wounds that littered his skin if it was not the fish's clean muzzle? His mind runs in reverse as it grasps at straws. Clawing at the grass with each step he stops, clumps coming out by the roots as his paws curl with realization. The.. meteors. The Fearow had vanished. The Linoones were dead. The only other Pokemon that had been there was.. "Lotta.." He gasps in a small voice, eyes locking on the Gibles blue form.

The Phanteon stands there staring at his friend for several long, horrible moments. A different, real pain shone bright in his eye before he had to cast them away. All of a sudden his energy seemed to of been sapped, legs feeling like jelly that could hardly support him. Its not true. A shocked crimson gaze flickered between the other three Pokemon, locking on the Ninetales for an extra moment. "I'll.. I'll kill you for this!" He cries out to both foxes before bolting into the undergrowth, his form solid and crashing through the plants as all he saw was red. He had to get away from these Pokemon.. Them and their lies. This couldn't be true.. It just.. couldn't..

Katyusha makes no move to stop or stale Lone as he reaches forth to snag the berries and twig from her. However, despite having watched him approach she still finches as it occurs."Is this some kind of joke?" The ghost was panting now from exertion of his attacks or shock? The ninetales couldn't tell... "That a couple of berries are valid, indisputable evidence for her innocence?" This was it--his mane flared and teeth snapped dangerously before them, this had to be another attack. All of the fire-type's form tenses and bristled in anticipation for something that never comes. In a matter of minutes, her words changed something in the Phanteon. He said very little after the initial outburst, but Katyusha could see it in the vulpine.

Growling, pacing, staring at the ground with eyes looking at something within his own mind...True, she had no solid 100% proof, but all of the events and evidence added up to such a high percentage it was unlikely any other string of events occurred. Also, the ninetales thought, the vaporeon hardly appeared to have a mentality to fight, much less kill. As she continued to watch whatever was occurring within the ghost type's mind very visibly becomes more troubling. His claws score the dirt before him leaving fresh claw marks and churning clumps of the bloodied ground up. Unless she observes incorrectly, red tears streak down the phanteon's already stained cheeks. When he finally does speak again, it catches her by surprise.

"Lotta.." The gray vulpine's ears perk and twitch, attempting to capture more, but there is only that word...Lotta? What was a Lotta? Lottery? A slurred version of 'lots of?' Before the fox pokemon could dwell on it for too long something else caught her eye. He was staring at the gible and Katyusha swore for a moment she say something else in him that she could not put her paw on. Shock? Hurt? Her thoughts her confirmed as Lone's gaze it suddenly thrust onto her. Blue eyes lock with utterly shocked red ones. The vulpine opens her mouth to speak, but no words form. "I'll.. I'll kill you for this!" K-kill? And with that, he bolts off into the undergrowth leaving the ninetales rooted to the spot as her mind works to make full sense of what had just happened. She waits with her eyes on the brush he had ran off into, but as the time ticks away and he doesn't return she releases a breath she wasn't even aware she was holding.

"Are...are you alright?" She questions, glances towards the vaporeon who had been in the middle of the scuffle. Her voice was quiet due as much to her desire to not frightening the timid pokemon as it was to her own frayed nerves.
"I saw him bite into your ear fin..." Katyusha remarks, tilting her head to try and get a better angle to view it. Not wanting to startle the fish she makes no move to come closer to her as that would likely only cause her to run..

    "Is this some kind of joke?" Lotta shuddered, her wide, fearful eyes locked onto her friend as he crushed the blue berries with his paws. She could smell the fresh citrus scent from where she stood--those were most definitely Oran berries. "That a couple of berries are valid, indisputable evidence for her innocence?" Lone snapped and his mane flared dangerously with anger. "That is ridiculous. That bitch a guilty!" the dragon winced at his harsh words, an uncertainty rising within herself.
    "Lotta.." she barely noticed the Phanteon at her. His voice was hushed, barely a mumble as the Gible returned the look. The child clenched her scarf. Her jaws locked themselves, Lotta struggled to speak.
    "...L-Lone?" she managed to whisper his name, moments before the specter sprinted past and into the undergrowth. "L-Lone! Wait!" she shouted as she stumbled into his general direction. Clumsily she tripped on a root and fell forward, body planted disgracefully in the mud as she cried. "Lone wait...it's dangerous..." she hiccuped. "Don't leave..."
    The gravity of the situation constricted her chest. Lotta gasped, a familiar nausea rose in her stomach as she coughed. She couldn't lose Lone, she absolutely couldn't. He was the last of her friends, the only one left on this forested prison of an island. She had already lost him once, to her own foolishness, and she couldn't lose him again. She didn't want to be alone again.

Rokai's head looked back and forth as the group bickered, with the phanteon wanting to believe that the vaporeon killed him, while the ninetails was fighting for her innocence.
"Save it," Rokai flinched at the venom in the cat's words, clenching his jaw to stop from interfering. "I'm not having it." The ninetails then mentioned something that made Rokai almost facepaw at his own stupidity. Of course there would of been Oran berries, the vaporeon was trying to heal him.

"What did you just say?" Rokai huffed. "From what I hear, the vaporeon was healing you." Still the phanteon argued. "Is this some kind of joke?" Rokai sighed, watching Lone as he snatched up the berries in his paws, crushing the berries in rage, the blue juice running down his purple fur.

"That a couple of berries are valid, indisputable evidence for her innocence?" Rokai could see the wheels turning in Lone's head, as things processed, the phanteon's eyes began to shine in doubt. "That is ridiculous. That bitch is guilty!" The phanteon began to look back and forth between them, before letting his eyes rest on the gible. "Lotta.."

Soon the phanteon began to fit peices together, but before Rokai could say anything, Lone ran, shouting back at them,"I'll.. I'll kill you for this!" Kill? Rokai shook the thought away, looking over at the vaporeon. Quietly padding over, Rokai looked towards the water type with kind emerald eyes. "You okay? I tried to help as best I could."

The Ninetails came over, making sure the vaporeon was okay."Are...are you alright?" Rokai looked at the ninetails, taking in the odd colors. He was different to most houndoom yes, but this ninetails... It reminded him of a Zoroark.

"I saw him bite into your ear fin..." Rokai sighed. "The gible had used Draco Meteor, and the eevee was caught in the crossfire, the vaporeon tried to help, but he still died, but he also evolved. I think because he had such faith in his friend, he went for the next substitute - the vaporeon." Rokai explained, nodding to the ninetails. "Thank you for helping there. My name's Rokai."

Katyusha's attention was so focused on the vaporeon that when the houndoom approached she turned to him surprised. "The gible had used Draco Meteor, and the eevee was caught in the crossfire, the vaporeon tried to help, but he still died, but he also evolved. I think because he had such faith in his friend, he went for the next substitute - the vaporeon." The ninetales tilts her head to the side curiously, considering his words as much as assessing the piece the houndoom played within the story.

Thinking back, before she lunged at the phanteon, while she was observing them...the oddly colored fire type was trying to reason with him, to have him release the timid fish. Now, hearing the rest of the story it makes sense...The ghost-type had been visibly upset and rightly so over his death...not that it excused the irrational, violent behavior. "Thank you for helping there. My name's Rokai." The vulpine's eyes narrow in concentration, but roughly a minute or so after the other fire-type had finished speaking she realizes this fact. Hoping not to miss the window of time to appropriately respond, her blue eyes widen again and she clears her throat to save time for her thoughts to catch up to her mouth.

"Oh! Yes-! I-I had been watching--observing part of the interactions from the foliage. However, your conclusions on the events add much more context--I'm Katyusha." Taking in a deep breath after stuttering to combine all of her words in one go she relaxes partially. Her multiple red tails no longer fanned out and held high defensively. They now lie more horizontally, swaying up and down gently behind her.
"So then...the gible..." Recalling the events before...had the gible not been attacking the houndoom? Rather odd behavior...although, with the little information she has, the draco meteor sounds odd as well. What had happened here?  "L-Lone! Wait!"

Katyusha's head snapped to the direction of the other voice--the gible. She certainly did not look aggressive at the moment...her body racked with hiccups and sobs. Certainly distressed, yes. As she watches, she trips into a puddle of mud in her haste...Perhaps... The shiny ninetales takes several steps forward before stopping herself and taking one back.
"Should...should we help the gible? Were you not attacked as well before? It could be dangerous...but..." Katyusha continues to look on sympathetically, but remains rooted to the spot. More quietly, she continues, "Crying isn't a sign of friendly demeanor nor safety...even some infected can yet cry."

[OOC: due to circumstances i currently cannot write up a proper post. lotta muttered out that she is not infected, and that if she was, she wouldnt be here right now. she continues to cry.]

TinyDragon remains in the spot she had been, quaking and staring at the shrubs that still rustled from their disturbance. He.. he was gone. Still holding her breath the Vaporeon stares at the spot for what feels like forever while also feeling like a heartbeat worth of time. It was, unreal. How many agonizing minutes had the entire incident lasted? Her eyes peel off the spot when she recalls that their are other Pokemon nearby. They hadn't attacked her but they could still be a threat.. A shiver runs down her shine until as she looks over and finds them both close to her, the Ninetales in particular speaking to her. "I saw him bite into your ear fin..." The Ninetales.. was worried? Oh thank legends a friendly caring Pokemon..

Smiling awkwardly TD found herself turning her head away from the Fire Type though her eyes stayed locked on her. "No no, ets okay." Her ear burned furiously though, and thoughts of all the foul things that could of been in the Phanteon's mouth came to mind. As soon as she could she would need to clean it.
The Houndoom continued to explain some of things that had happened before she stumbled upon these Pokemon. "Thank you for helping there. My name's Rokai." It made sense for the most part, at least what she could catch did. She was just a target of his aggression after such a shocking event.. Smiling through clenched teeth the Vaporeon buried her muzzle in her trembling paws. He was gone now and these Pokemon seemed safe and kind.. Tears burst from her aqua eyes and her already shaky voice was ridden with chocking breaths. Friends.. Looking back at the Ninetales, who for the first time she noticed how pretty she was, replied to Rokai, "-add much more context--I'm Katyusha." Rokai and Katyusha, she liked those names. "Im Twiny Dwagun." She muttered, trying her best to control shaking voice.

"Should...should we help the Gible?" TD blinked. Gible, was that what the little dragon was? She looked so sad.. What was the connection between her and the Phanteon? Quickly she looked back toward Katyusha, realizing she had stopped watching for her words. "Crying isn't a sign of friendly demeanor nor safety...even some infected can yet cry." What? What did that mean? She was crying right now and she wasn't infected. Suddenly the Ninetales didn't seem so safe.. What if she attacked because of the tears? TinyDragon tried to stop the salty flow but the very idea of being attacked from cying only brought on more tears. "N-no!" She begged, jumping to shaking, weak legs. "Peas don't hurt hurr!" She couldn't stand to see anymore pain in one day..


Lone crashed through the shrubbery without a care. The branches and leaves scratched and tugged at his solid form but he kept pushing through. It can't be true... it just can't be.. Why wouldn't do that to him. Lotta couldn't do that to him. Could she..? No no no no! His head barely dodged the trunk of a tree but his paws failed to miss the root. Caught in a loop his legs locked and threw him to the ground, rough bark and dirt scoring down his side.
Crimson eyes narrowing into angry slits Lone dug his claws into the ground and tried to stand. However, all his strength seemed to of been sapped and he merely fall back to the ground. Thick, dark red tears bubbled from the corners of his matching eyes and slowly oozed over the pre-made tracks. I trusted you.. Of all Pokemon why did he have to be her? "I trusted you!" He screamed into the trees, not caring what he attracted.

His head floppd limpy to the ground and he lay very still. Its my curse again.. The damn thing never left him. It never gave him a chance for peace. His gaze swept forward, catching sight of his now purple, red, blue, and brown paws and the spectral gases that came from them. Did the curse do this.. or Lotta? Did it matter? In the end.. he was still a monster who had no one..

Rokai was about to ask for the ninetail's name when she came around with a quick - and slightly embarrassed - reply. "Oh! Yes-! I-I had been watching--observing part of the interactions from the foliage. However, your conclusions on the events add much more context--I'm Katyusha." Rokai nodded. "Nice to meet you Katyusha." He said, looking down at the vaporeon with a kind gaze, his emerald eyes shining with sympathy when the vaporeon began to cry. "No no, ets okay." Her words were slightly slurred, which made the houndoom believe there was either something strange with her speech or hearing.

"Im Twiny Dwagun." Twiny Dwagun? Was that her name? Odd... Maybe... Maybe she meant Tiny Dragon? That would make more sense. Rokai thought, smiling at the vaporeon. "That's a nice name. It suits you well."

"So then...the gible..." Rokai's thoughts were pulled away as Katyusha spoke, this time motioning towards the gible."Should...should we help the gible? Were you not attacked as well before? It could be dangerous...but..." Rokai looked over to the gible, who was curled on the ground crying. He was about to go over and help, when a point raised by the ninetails  made him stop. "Crying isn't a sign of friendly demeanor nor safety...even some infected can yet cry."

Rokai looked slightly troubled, looking between Tiny Dragon and the Gible - Lotta as he recalled - as she mumbled something about not being infected. "N-no!" Rokai flicked his green gaze down to Tiny Dragon, before piecing together their predicament. If Lotta is infected... What do we do? Obviously crying isn't exactly friendly, but... Rokai's thoughts trailed off, and the hound sighed, a small wisp of smoke appearing around his mouth for a quick moment. "Peas don't hurt hurr!"

Rokai sat down next to TD, his tail curling around him. "You needn't worry, we won't hurt her Tiny Dragon, we're just cautious, that's all." It was true after all. Rokai didn't want to attack the gible, and he guessed that neither did Katyusha. The less blood spilled, the better.

"No no, ets okay." Katyusha cocks her head to the side slightly as she listens to the vaporeon speak. It's odd, the ninetales notes the slight slurring, but she makes no move to mention her thoughts aloud.  "Im Twiny Dwagun." "That's a nice name. It suits you well." The fire-type observes as the fish continues to listen and respond to both her and the houndoom. It appears almost painful for Tiny Dragon...Watching curiously, the vulpine observes her shaking paws, trembling in her voice and body. The way she found her paws suddenly interesting and attempted to turn from the other 'mons....or was this all caused solely by the encounter?

Missing what the gible grumbles to them further off, Katyusha snaps form her thoughts suddenly as the water-type shouts unexpectedly. "N-no!" "Huh?"  The ninetales starts, blinking rapidly in surprise. "Peas don't hurt hurr!" "H-hurt her?" Katyusha stutters, intelligently repeating the only phrase that came to her mind--what the other pokemon had just said. Before she can fully collect her thoughts and make an actual intelligent response, Rokai, speaks and saves her from her own further stuttered phrases. "You needn't worry, we won't hurt her Tiny Dragon, we're just cautious, that's all." Nodding her approval of the other fire-type's assessment, Katyusha continues the thought with her own two cents. "Y-yes! Certainly. I have no desire to battle, just to learn and survive. I merely wanted to state a powerful comparison."

As they speak about the nearby gible, the fox's gaze slowly turns towards her. Not much has changed since she last glanced her way. The dragon-type was continuing to cry in the exact spot as before. After looking between the others, she carefully strides forward. The vaporeon's insistence on not harming her and concern fuels Katyusha's steps. However, they cannot make her approach the other too closely...just in case. The shiny pokemon loudly clears her throat, hoping to catch the gible's attention, before speaking carefully to her. "M-my name is Katyusha. That was....I mean, what just happened was quite ah...Are...are you hurt?" The fox pokemon gulps and forces a smile while hoping her blunder for words wasn't too terrible. She couldn't think of what to say to this clearly pained little dragon she knew next to nothing of.

    "M-my name is Katyusha. That was....I mean, what just happened was quite ah...Are...are you hurt?" The Ninetales spoke, the Gible slowly raising her head to meet the vulpine's gaze. Her once green sight was reddened by her tears, her teeth anxiously gnawing at her lower lip as she furiously shook her head. She fumbled with her dirtied scarf, awkwardly wiping away a few stray tears as she hiccuped.
    "I am...fine..." she mumbled, shifting into a sitting position. Looking away, Lotta refused to meet the fire-type's gaze as she stared at the muddy ground around her. She gasped for breath, unsure of what to say as she carefully introduced herself. "My name is Lotta and I..."
    "I am so sorry..." she wailed, not able to hold back her tears. "I am so sorry this is all my fault if I wasn't so foolish and," she gasped, struggling for breath. "It was all my doing I am so sorry I am so sorry..."

She couldn't understand why tears would be seen as a sign of being infected. It was unfortunate that TD did more then her fair share of crying due to this apocalypse but it didn't make her any less alive! Another wet blob bubbles out of the corner of her aqua eye. Katyusha had seemed so nice.. The feeling of the Houndoom's thin tail spooked her as it lightly touched her scales but she did not squeal, only flinch. Such a kind gesture.. "You needn't worry, we won't hurt her TinyDragon, we're just cautious, that's all." The words blurred in her wet vision but she seemed to catch the important ones. They wouldn't hurt the Gible. Letting go of the breath she held relief rushed through her body and nearly toppled her already weak legs. Thank you. Not a moment later Kayusha cleared up what she had meant. "Y-yes! Certainly. I have no desire to battle, just to learn and survive. I merely wanted to state a powerful comparison." At least, that's what TD thought she said. Thank legends, no more violence.

Smiling shyly at the Gible the gesture seems to be missed as the dual type replies to the Ninetales. "I am...fine..." Even from her distant spot TD can see the shiny is no worse for wear then when she had arrived. The wounds she did have must of happened previous as they did not match up with the attacks that had been thrown other then a few scratches. "My name is Lotta and I... I am so sorry..." Failing to hear the wail TD's face saddened further as Lotta's pained expression. She found herself taking a few steps closer but stopped as the others did not follow. Why was Lotta sorry though? "I am so sorry this is all my fault if I wasn't so foolish and," Nothing comes to mind that would make this 'her fault' and all she had seen was defensive actions. Well, for what she noticed at least. "It was all my doing I am so sorry I am so sorry..." The Vaporeon feels guilty though she should not. She must of missed something, let it be actions or what someone had said, and was now out of the loop again. Her ears droop in awkwardness.

Steeling her courage the Bubble Jet Pokemon takes more slow steps forward until she is a bit closer to the dragon. "Ets alright," She says gently, trying to keep a friendly smile on her nervous face. "Just calm douwn. Et's saffe" Maybe this group had just started off on the wrong foot. Once everyone was calm things could be really nice.


The Phanteon continues to rake his claws through the dirt, clawing up roots, grass, and decaying leaves alike. Grit builds until his claws but he cant be bothered to care. Red drips and sticks to chin uncomfortably while his mane bubbles and breaks as a small breeze hits it. Why couldn't the elements just leave him alone... Clenching his teeth together he tries to stand again but can not. Instead Lone finds himself rolling onto his back. Pain crawls through the pelt but its not enough for him to move. flailing his legs and giving a shudder the Ghost Type lets out an eerie sigh. Within minutes wet drops of rain start to trickle through the trees again, splashing lightly against his exposed belly.

If he stays here he will be soaked. If he stays here he will lose the other group of Pokemon. He will lose any chance of making up with them.. The Phanteon makes a sound halfway between a snort and a sneeze. No. This happened every time. Not quite like this with the strange, unnatural evolution, but something horrible happening that caused him to be kicked out of the group. How was this any different then any other time? That's exactly the reason though.. Why had he evolved? Hell, was this even a real evolution? Sure, Eevee's changed into many, many different things but this just seemed... against the rules.
The rain smears the blood on his cheeks close to his puffy ears. Holding his paws up slightly higher Lone examines them. So I am a... Phanteon? All he knew for certain his that he was no longer an Eevee. My name is Lone.. and I am a.. Phanteon.

Rokai took a deep breath as Katyusha agreed with his comment, looking down at the scared vaporeon, kindness shining in his bright emerald eyes. "Y-yes! Certainly. I have no desire to battle, just to learn and survive. I merely wanted to state a powerful comparison." Rokai nodded, before a sob from the gible brought the hound's attention, his dark head looking over at the sand dragon. "I am...fine..."

Rokai frowned slightly at the gibles words. He didn't really want to ignore her, but then again; She did attack me... He thought, steeling himself for anything, Rokai got to his paws and quietly padded over, drawing up next to Katyusha. "My name is Lotta and I... I am so sorry..." Rokai smiled kindly at the gible, his green gaze looking down at the dragon with a protective look. "There's no need to apologize, you did what you thought was right."

"I am so sorry this is all my fault if I wasn't so foolish and," Rokai bent down so that his muzzle was level with the gible, looking into her green eyes that were much like his own. "You can't keep beating yourself up over it. You did what any of us would of done, you were protecting your friends." Rokai said to the gible, smiling kindly. "It was all my doing I am so sorry I am so sorry..." Rokai was going to say something else, when Tiny Dragon came over, her kind voice talking to the gible.

"Ets alright," Rokai stood up, looking towards the vaporeon, glad that she was feeling better. "Just calm douwn. Et's saffe" "None of us are going to hurt you, we're here to help."

Katyusha stiffens as the gible breaks out into further sobs and tears. "I am...fine..." That was one good piece of news. "My name is Lotta and I... I am so sorry..." S-sorry? "I am so sorry this is all my fault if I wasn't so foolish and," As the ninetales looks on the others come forward to comfort the dragon. How she need not fear them, they are not here to cause harm, how they believe her words and that she tried her best. Even the timid Tinydragon comes close to Lotta to share her sentiments. She is certainly not infected nor about to attack, but something within the vulpine's brain causes her to remain cautious.

The events leading up ultimately to the eevee's death are unclear, but something had happened...she had done something. That thought continues to prod at the fox pokemon with more and more intensity. The fire-type flicks her ear nervously before clearing her throat to speak again. "Lotta. What had happened..?." She poses her question carefully, not wanting to offend the gible. However, her curiosity was growing too much to ignore. "...Do you know where the phanteon went? ...Or if his threats are true?" Even as she says it, Katyusha glances behind and to her side, making sure Lone has not already returned for some sort of revenge.

Pride bubbles inside her as Rokai comes forward as well. The Vaporeon was finally calm and even the pain in her bleeding ear and bruised throat was of little head to her compared to her concern for the Gible. Despite how pained Lotta's expression was TD couldn't stop smiling, too thankful to let it be washed away. The dragon would be fine, they would clear things up and they could all be happy. Turning toward the others the Bubble Jet Pokemon near wishes she hadn't. "Lotta. What had happened..?" She blinks. Why was that directed toward Lotta? A lot had happened and they were all a part of it. However, her expression dims as she thinks further back. Back to when Lone was no more then an Eevee in need in a battle she had not been a part of.

She remembers other Pokemon being there, maybe the ones that were around her now, and attacks being thrown left and right. Did she have a say about those events? They are not clear in her mind, a picture that was fuzzy with pieces missing. Katyusha was right. What was happening back there? Concern wells in her heart. Would any of this of happened if she hadn't helped the needing Eevee? If she had just kept her nose out of others business? TinyDragon shudders. What a horrid thought.. With a silent gasp she blinks, suddenly realizing she had zoned out into her own thoughts. What was happening again?

Loneliness screwed his face, waving his now purple paws around and watching as the clouds coming from his wrists fizzled and puffed in the air as they broke away. Harmless, but spooky. If the rest of the plumes did the same thing it must be a sight to see if he were to run. The stuff could almost be fun to play with if you had the right since of humor.. He stopped moving his arms and scowled. What the hell was he doing? This wasnt even wallowing in self pity anymore he just being a moron. The Phanteon roused himself, standing on aching limbs. His head felt heavy and tired. It was late.. A cold breeze blew through his short, wet fur and he shivered. I hate them all. But he couldn't say it allowed.

((OOC: Skip, I'm absolutely brain-dead for a post))

(( skip for the moment ))

Suddenly it seemed her nerves were getting the better of her. Even if she trusted these Pokemon TinyDragon could only hope they felt the same for her. With a flick of her tail the Vaporeon decided to act. The question was directed at Lotta but she would take it upon herself if it would relieve some of the tension in the air. Bounding the last few feet forward TD stood in front of the little Gible and faced her fellow quadrupeds. Shaking her head TD spoke, her voice doing much of the same. "There vus undead attuking and Lone vus hurt weal bad. Attuks were flying 'n I toook him away to halp.. He vus unconsus and he du..." She paused. The word 'died' was too heavy for her to speak, even if she could not hear the word. "The whole thung was a mustake. It vus all an accidunt!"
She finished feeling more nervous then when she had started. The Vaporeons entire body almost felt sticky and not from blood. She didn't even have a say in this yet she was trying.. "Uh misunderstunding.." This was all just a misunderstanding, they had to believe her!


He stopped the rain again. Wet, chafing fur was the last thing he needed right now to go with a growing headache. And its pissing me off, too. The blood from his wounds was now a smeared mess in his purple fur. Disgusting.. Clenching his teeth the Phanteon drew back his lips and snarled. What he wouldn't give right now to just have somewhere to relax.. Somewhere he wouldn't have to worry about fuck ups or undead. Lone stopped dead in his tracks with a small gasp. The cave! Lotta had been bringing him to a cave before.. things interrupted them. If he could just get his bearings maybe he could find it.
Wait.. Would the others be heading over there? Probably.. If they gained Lotta's trust she would share her shelter. She was nice like that.. Lone gave a loud, disappointed sigh. "Come oooonnnnnn." Why couldn't he catch a break?

Rokai's green gaze swept over their little group. He sighed, a small wisp of smoke coming from his nares as he breathed. He opened his jaws to speak, but quickly shut them - He was at a loss for words really. He lowered his gaze as he thought silently to himself, a sad frown forming on his ashen colored muzzle. When did I become so... Shattered? The thought came to his mind on it's own, and before long, more came to join it. His emerald eyes shone with sadness, the hound was silent - his mind was reeling for words to say, but he couldn't think of anything.

The cold touch of scales brought Rokai back to the present with a start. TinyDragon was getting to her paws, and for a moment, Rokai thought she was going to run like Lone did, but instead, she turned to face them. "There vus undead attuking and Lone vus hurt weal bad. Attuks were flying 'n I toook him away to halp.. He vus unconsus and he du..." Rokai raised his head in surprise. She was... Apologizing? Why is she apologizing? He thought, his emerald gaze shining in confusion.

"The whole thung was a mustake. It vus all an accidunt!" Rokai glanced between Lotta and Tiny Dragon. "TinyDragon..." He said, his voice kind but with a slight stern tone. He was about to say something else, but she cut in. "Uh misunderstunding.." Rokai blinked. His eyes shone in kindness, a gentle smile forming on his muzzle.

"You have nothing to be sorry for TinyDragon. You did what you thought was right, like any of us would of done." He said, his green eyes looking into the vaporeon's aquamarine ones. "You don't need to be sorry for trying to help. Even if they don't feel like you did them a good deed." Rokai said, his smile fading as the bitter Phanteon came to mind. I hope I cam make things right...

Katyusha continues to watch the sullen dragon-type, but as the minutes tick on nothing happens. The gible gives no explanation for for transpired before nor her state. The ninetales attempts to hold still and wait patiently yet finds herself twitching her ears and shuffling her paws with the stress of waiting. Suddenly, the vaporeon breaks the silence. The immediacy of it startles the fire-type who jumps visibly as TD pushes past all of them to address everyone.

"There vus undead attuking and Lone vus hurt weal bad. Attuks were flying 'n I toook him away to halp.. He vus unconsus and he du..." The words seemed to die in the water-type's throat. Whether it was from the heaviness of the topic or a broken train of thought, Katyusha couldn't tell. "The whole thung was a mustake. It vus all an accidunt!" For a moment, all the fox could do is blink. "Tinydragon...no one is accusing you of anything.." The vulpine says with concern to which the houndoom further adds. "You have nothing to be sorry for TinyDragon. You did what you thought was right, like any of us would of done." Katyusha nods to add her agreement to the other fire-type's sentiments and thoughts. "You don't need to be sorry for trying to help. Even if they don't feel like you did them a good deed.

"Exactly...You did your best. But...what should we do now? The phanteon doesn't look to be in a friendly mood, so finding him may not be the safest course of action. Also, the sun looks like it will be setting soon. Perhaps we should find some shelter before then?" Katyusha glances around after her suggestion, as if it would ever be that easy she mocks herself in her thoughts. "I am not very familiar with this island..."

The Vaporeon's entire body felt tense and uncomfortable. There was an odd look in her companions eyes almost like pity but it did nothing to alleviate the feeling of weight on her shoulders. "Tinydragon...no one is accusing you of anything.." No, maybe not towards her but they were blaming Lotta. Or at least they seemed suspicious. "You have nothing to be sorry for TinyDragon. You did what you thought was right, like any of us would of done." Rokai.. hadn't he been back there as well? "You don't need to be sorry for trying to help. Even if they don't feel like it you did wa good deed." The Water Types paws came together. It wasn't her actions that were the point of this, were they? Though it would be nice to clear the air of any suspicion TD felt that some details had already been lost. What was being said now almost seemed like irrelevant information. Do we really need to know? She was curious as well, and to know why she was taken as hostage and almost murdered as a battering tool would be nice to close the topic, but she could live with what had already been said.

"Exactly...You did your best. But...what should we do now? The phanteon doesn't look to be in a friendly mood, so finding him may not be the safest course of action. Also, the sun looks like it will be setting soon. Perhaps we should find some shelter before then?" A change of topic, wonderful. Though her muscles are still tense with worry putting aside the questioning eases the Bubble Jet Pokemons mind. However, she is in the same boat. "I am not very familiar with this island..." "Neefer am I." This place was nothing like Castelia, heck, she didn't even know where she was or how she had come to be here. The only one with any bearings seemed to be Lotta but that was all but lost now with her composure.

A thought comes to mind and it brings with it a cold wash down her spine. Lone was all alone out there and he was injured. Pain radiates from her own ear but it must be nothing compared to what he was feeling. He may of attacked and threatened to kill her but she can not stop worrying about the Ghost Type being weakened and alone in a dangerous and probably unfamiliar environment. And it was a misunderstanding. He needed them. If she could say that then he really did deserve a second chance. Would the others understand her concerns? Standing up a bit straighter TD takes a deep breath. "We need to find Lone." She speaks slow and clearly with intent in her voice. "We can't weave him out there." Her kind heart could not ignore or abandon the Phanteon. We need to start anew.

The Phanteon walked with his head low. He didn't care at this point. He was going to the cave... IF he could get his bearings. Just gotta find the battle clearing.. then continue north like before.. The strong scent of blood and death was coming to his nose. It was close. Rising his head a bit more Lone sniffs the air, taking in the rancid tang of death. It was drifting from the east along the.. Even without scenting his way there the Phanteon was starting to see damage from the meteors. He was definitely getting close now and could probably use the visuals to make his way back. ..play it safe.
Continuing to sniff along the Pantheon tries to hurry. Visuals would lie to him soon with the setting sun, smell was a better sense to listen to. He passes broken and crushed plants but ignores it for that of his own scent trail mixed with that of the Vaporeon. It was strange to follow his own smell, and sickening to have it be mixed with so much blood and rot.

((OOC: Skip, my brain is just going flat for anything.))

"Neefer am I." The fire-type watches the vaporeon straighten up in front of them. Clearly, there was something the water-type wanted to say further that was important. "We need to find Lone." Katyusha opens her mouth then promptly shuts it again like a gasping fish. "Find Lone? TinyDragon! He just tried to kill you! What logic is there in finding him? Should we not be -avoiding- him?" Thinking about the angry ghost type causes the ninetales to bristle slightly. Didn't he promise to kill her too next time they met? "We can't weave him out there."

Couldn't they? He left them. He was the one who attacked them...still, if she had been the one to die wouldn't she want someone else to be there with her through the night on a strange zombie-infested island? Responses fly back and forth in the vulpine's head and moments pass in silence. "But...I...What do you think?" The vulpine asks, turning her head towards the houndoom. At her core she didn't want to abandon another fellow survivor, but another fight was not an appealing idea. Though...if he just had been upset and confused over his recent death he could be a decent 'mon at heart...right?

TinyDragon puffed up her chest, trying desperately not to seem as nervous as she felt talking in front of the others as through she was important. The things she was saying were important, yes, but she had no right to act even slightly high and mighty. "Find Lone? TinyDragon! He just tried to kill you! What logic is there in finding him? Should we not be -avoiding- him?" The Ninetales and a valid and pressing point. The pain and drying blood on her ear fin was proof enough of that along with the aching in her neck. However, she still could not find it in her to just leave him. "He's hurt and weak. Ets dangerous out here." TD's body shudders at the thought of what could happen if they didn't find him. "Vee cant leave him to die agun!"
The Vaporeon shifts her eyes toward where the Phanteon had fled. The sun was setting and that direction was there only real lead. If the others agreed with her they didn't have much time..


Lone sits at the edge of the battle clearing. He knows he should be moving but there is a weight on his shoulders and he can not leave the site yet. The corpses of the Linoones litter the area, most of them far, far too destroyed and crushed to be recognized. Really all they are now is drying pools of liquified Pokemon. The space smells of blood and rotting flesh but he hardly notices it. Only his own scent reaches his senses, along with blood that was probably his own. He hadn't died here, but he more or less had been killed in this spot. By a friend..
Lone's red gaze slowly sweeps across the pools of red and black liquid, dipping up and down in each impact site. But look at this destruction. Those meteors had done much more then just kill or injure the undead. They were insane.. Had it.. it had been an accident, hadn't it?

As Katyusha asked if anyone knew their way around, Rokai brought himself back to the present. He shook his head in denial. "No sorry, I recently got here myself." He said, looking towards TinyDragon. "Neefer am I." After saying that the water type drew up tall, before stating something that made Rokai's fur stand on end. "We need to find Lone." "W-What? TinyDragon, Lone just attacked us!" He said, shocked at the vaporeon's statement. "Find Lone? TinyDragon! He just tried to kill you! What logic is there in finding him? Should we not be -avoiding- him?" Katyusha added her argument as well, and Rokai was about to say something else, when TinyDragon came back with another argument.

"We can't weave him out there." Well, he was the one to run off. Rokai frowned, his tail flicking back and forth, his emerald gaze thoughtful. "TinyDragon, Lone just tried to kill you, why in the name of Darkrai do you want to find him? As I recall as well, he promised to kill Katyusha when we next met." He said, looking over at the shiny ninetails, who was at a loss for words. "But...I...What do you think?"

"He's hurt and weak. Ets dangerous out here." Rokai blinked at TinyDragon's persitence. "But-""Vee cant leave him to die agun!" That made Rokai stop. He thought of how if it were any other case, he'd be doing the same thing that TinyDragon was doing now. He nodded slowly. "Okay - But I suggest that we keep our distance until he willingly decides what he wants to do. If I were him, I'd go for the closest shelter. Does anyone know of a nearby shelter?"

"He's hurt and weak. Ets dangerous out here." Katyusha's jaw tightens at the vaporeon's determination to go after the ghost type. "But-""Vee cant leave him to die agun!" The ninetales holds her breath as she waits for the houndoom to reply. Slowly, Rokai begins to nod. "Okay - But I suggest that we keep our distance until he willingly decides what he wants to do. If I were him, I'd go for the closest shelter. Does anyone know of a nearby shelter?"

The fire type looks to where the phanteon had taken off. "No...but, maybe we could follow where he ran off too? Surely, he could not have traveled far." Scouting forward, Katyusha steps into the brush where Lone had disappeared. Her eyes and ears scanning for a sign he is nearby, but nothing yet. Though, why logically would he have stayed -that- close? "It is the best lead we have...is it not? We can travel and watch for something--a cave, large tree, perhaps even some human structure left behind further into the woods." Continuing to move forward slower, the vulpine looks over her shoulder to see how the others are receiving her suggestion.