(ACE) The FARAWAY Team

"Okay -" Joy beams from the Vaporeons aqua eyes, a smile instantly coming to her face even though the hound hadn't finished speaking. "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?" That sounded so.. natural, Roaki must of been really smart. Yet, so was the latter half of what he said, making TD shake her head, a twinge of pain coming from her injured fin as she did so. "No, but he might." She couldn't say much about Lone, honestly she hardly even knew the Pokemon, but something told her deep inside that he was a survivor and would know where to go. "No...but, maybe we could follow where he ran off too? Surely, he could not have traveled far." Nodding vigorously in agreement the Vaporeon let her gaze sweep to patch of bushes that had been trampled on a quick exit. Was that direction important.. or just the quickest way out? Its unclear but she fears the latter would be more likely. Doesn't matter, we'll find him!

Katyusha walks forward, moving her head and ears very meticulously. "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." Paws itching to find the Phanteon TD hops into step with the Ninetales only to find herself hesitating. Within her attempts to be brave she it seemed Lotta had vanished. Maybe she went on ahead to find him? She frowns. Or we might have spooked her and she just wanted nothing to do with us.. A pang of sorrow hits her straight through the heart. They could of been such good friends had things started different..

Forcing the thought away the Vaporeon knows she can not dwell on the dragons disappearance. If she had screamed the others would of heard- she made a silent exit. Im sorry.. Placing her snout to the soft ground TinyDragon sniffs and is instantly hit with the smells of plants, blood, Lone, and fear. It would be easy to follow him, at least for a bit, but she had to admit to herself.. she wasn't the best tracker. With her nose pressed lightly to the ground to follow the scent trail it was near impossible for her to pay attention to her surroundings. The Vaporeon constantly had to peek her eyes up, barely veering past trees and almost missing broken and damaged plants. How loud am I walking? Shrubbery was brushing her scales but she had no idea if it was making noise.

Were the others saying something? The Vaporeon feels her chest tighten as she realizes she hasn't paid any attention to the others lips and could of missed something important. I swear Im not ignoring you! SMACK. In a moment of distraction the Bubble Jet Pokemon walks straight into a tree, its rough bark scratching her cheek and forehead. Hot embarrassment and pain flush her face and paws fly to tender spots. Letting out a small whine of pain TD keeps her watering gaze away from the the eyes of her new companions. "Im hoh kay.." She squeaks softly into her paws. They were a fox and a hound.. maybe it was best she let the tracking go to them.


Lone taps one of his paws in the red puddle- it was already drying. This place was sickening to the point his stomach was turning but he could not bring himself to tear away from it. Clenching his teeth the Phanteon glares at his own reddened reflection in the pool of blood before slashing his claws through it. The image breaks and the dark crimson droplets go flying, splattering along his wrist and paw as well. I dont even know what to think.. If it was an accident, why didn't Lotta say so? If it wasn't why had she defended him? Should he forgive her, would he even see her- "Grraaahhh!" He roars, slashing at the blood puddle again. His spectral mane flares in annoyance as thoughts race him his head. ...Could I just forget about her? No. How could he do that to the one Pokemon that was filling his thoughts..

The dark hound breathed a sigh on relief when they all agreed to his suggestion. It seems I did make the right decision, good. As the denial of knowledge of a cave or shelter nearby, Rokai frowned in thought, before TinyDragon piped up."No, but he might." He smiled at the water type's inquiry, his emerald gaze shining. "Ah, yes - that would seem sensible."

"No...but, maybe we could follow where he ran off too? Surely, he could not have traveled far." Rokai nodded, his eyes sparkling with the joy of being with other company as kind and joyful as he was. "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." The Dark Pokemon nodded, trotting after the ninetails as she went off, his nose pointed in the air as he turned his head from side to side, before occassionally scenting the ground. The scents mingled often, but the most prudent ones stood out like a Mightyena in snow - Blood, fear, singed fur and the ghostly smell of the phanteon.

As he walked on he just lifted his head to see TinyDragon smack head-first into a large tree. The scent of pain jarred the hound as he bounded over, looking down into the Bubble Jet Pokemon's eyes with a gentle gaze. "Are you okay TinyDragon?" He asked, but the water type was already answering. "Im hoh kay.." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank Darkrai, those scratches look like they hurt." He looked over to Katyusha, his bright green gaze wondering. "Are there any healing berries around? We don't want the scratches to get festered - Don't want to take any chances." He said, before looking around - their party was one less.

Lotta it seemed had disappeared, and the hound didn't know where she'd gone. I wish her the best on her travels then. Rokai thought, before turning his attention back to TinyDragon. "We should probably stay here for a moment to rest and gain our paws - Lone's trail is pungent enough to follow for a bit."

Katyusha's ears twitch as she hears the others beginning to follow her through the brush. Once assured she would not be traveling this direction along she lowers her snout to scent the ground, catching the strong scent of the scared phanteon still fresh on the ground. He had made no attempt to cover his tracks, and why should he have? It still seems a little foolish to follow after him after how he acted...but Tinydragon was right! They couldn't just abandon him. His actions could have been due to extreme stress...he had just -died- after all.

Suddenly, a loud thud pulls the ninetales out of her own little world. Perking up, the fox looks frantically this way and that until she notices the vaporeon has run into a rather large tree. She gasps, but Rokai beats her to the punch. "Are you okay TinyDragon?" The vulpine watches as she squeaks softly, but otherwise appears, and says she is, perfectly fine. The fox gives her an encouraging grin and is about to continue the search before Roaki speaks again. "We should probably stay here for a moment to rest and gain our paws - Lone's trail is pungent enough to follow for a bit." "That sounds very logical...Tinydragon, are you sure you're alright? Katyusha asks turning to face the fish while they take a break, wanting to be sure this was not just a facade to appear tougher.

The sun was shining on the sea, shining with all its might. It did its very best to make the billows smooth and bright...

It took a moment for the old dog to realize the soothing hiss wasn't from his radio but the sound of ocean waves.

The sun shines golden on the sea, giving each deep blue wave a shimmer of tangerine across its back before it breaks on the rock sand beach. Lumps of darker stone speckle the shoreline, smoothed into rounded shapes by the constant press of waves. The sky is the same pure blue as the periwinkle shell resting by his head.

A spray of salt water crashes over the pale blue fur of his back legs, slowly dragging him back into the ocean as it wears away the sand underneath him. Sand cakes the fur of his front paws and belly. It has dried into gritty clumps by the evening sun.

The Manetric turns his head and sees on the horizon where the sunset has painted the clouds with strokes of rose and apricot.
Another wave breaks gently over his back.

Inspector Javolt's entire body felt wrung out like a dishcloth. His forelegs ache, his hindlegs are numb and all of him is cold and wet.
He must have been on this beach for hours before he woke up.

Inspector Javolt lets his head fall down against the sand.

He was so tired. How simple it would be to just fall back to sleep and let the gentle waves of the ocean carry him out to sea.

He closes his eyes. The calming swish and hiss of waves breaking on the shore becomes interspersed with the crackle of radio silence from his collar.

That would be the easy way out.

The Manectric's stubby claws dig into the sandbar as with a great effort the elderly Electric Type manages to haul himself to his feet. His legs tremble from the effort and from the cold as Inspector Javolt shakes. Flakes of sand fall away as he takes his first shaky steps out of the water and towards the forest.

The wet sand sinks under paw, leaving a row of delicate footprints behind him. His teal-furred flank heaves as he draws in a deep breath. His tongue lolls over yellowed incisors as he takes the final step away from the hungry ocean.

No, he couldn't just lay down and die. He was an officer of the law. He had a duty to protect the innocent and bring justice to the guilty.

The Manectric runs a burst of electrical current through his fur, hoping to dry it a little. He would have plenty of time to investigate how he had ended up on this island after he has recovered.

The seas were calm, their waves sparkling like millions of tiny diamonds in the rays of the setting sun. A Pidgeotto glided over its luminous waters, setting his sights on the island in the distance, no further than a mile away. The bird was weary, the membranes of his wings aching with fatigue. Some food and a nice tree to sleep in was just what he needed. The hell he'd just been through was rather forgotten; perhaps a short stay on a desert island would do the trick.

The Pidgeotto started to descend as the island came closer, greeting him with its greenery. He simply couldn't wait to rest his wings. Perhaps, he thought, what with the island being deserted, there was no undead on there at all. Maybe he'd just found himself his own little paradise; maybe he'd live through all this; maybe--

The water beneath him exploded. Before he even knew what was going on, he was dead.

The massive head of the Gyarados snatched the bird straight out of the air as it burst out of the tranquil surface of the sea, crunching it to a pulp in a single bite. The gigantic serpent crashed back into the water, the blood and organs of her catch floating away into the blue abyss. She chewed what was left and swallowed, immediately snaking her massive body around into a u-turn and swimming off towards Faraway Island. Lyzria was still hungry.

I smell ... weakness. Lyzria snaked her enormous form through the water at a surprising speed, the open wound on her belly leaving a trail of dark, clotted blood in her wake. Land ... lots of creatures liked land. Land meant shelter, security, home ... Food...

Within minutes, she had reached the shore. The Gyarados's rotting body heaved itself onto the sand, her head raised high. Her burning, ruby eyes scanned the trees ahead. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed the air. I smell ... blood. There were living Pokemon here; Lyzria could smell their pumping hearts as they worked to keep them alive; how kind of nature to deliver her such an abundant supply of meat in such a remote location; she had thought she'd have to swim for days more to taste living flesh again.

Fools... Lyzria's body snaked across the beach and into the forest, toppling trees and leaving a deep trench in the ground as she zigzagged her way towards her prey. Five of them ... five little tidbits to squash into juice. Her mouth salivated at the thought.

Weak... With an ear-splitting roar that echoed over the treetops, Lyzria raised her head high. A ball of light appeared at her mouth, getting bigger and brighter until she released it. The Hyper Beam rent the forest in front of her apart; trees, leaves and twigs were flung into the air as the ground erupted. She passed through the carnage and formed a Twister, hurling the tornado at the next section of forest, snatching it up in the howling wind vortex.

There ... the meat...

Leaning back and balancing on her hind paws TD rubs her face, trying to do anything to stop the burning sensation from the scratches. A single tear rolls down her cheek from the initial pain before she can cut them off, her blue scales shimmering in its wetness. She sniffles. Yeah that had hurt but she was making a big deal of nothing, or maybe the others were and they hadn't given her a chance to calm herself. Taking a deep breath the Vaporeon lowers her paws into a normal sitting position, filling her chest with air to prevent any whines from escaping her muzzle. Had the others said anything while her eyes were covered?

"We should probably stay here for a moment to rest and gain our paws - Lone's trail is pungent enough to follow for a bit." Rest, waiting? TinyDragon flicks her aqua gaze toward the sky. They were losing sunlight and she shudders at the idea of being lost in the woods at night. There was no time to lose. "That sounds very logical...Tinydragon, are you sure you're alright?" Nodding vigorously the Vaporeon replies with rushed words, "Yes yes, ets fine. Really." She gets to her paws, tail twitching uncomfortably, "Gotta find Lone before vee woose him in the dark."

Lone was a ghost type now right? Ghosts do weird things in the dark.. Though she no longer believed him to be bad if Lone really did want vengeance striking them in the dark would be all too easy. A cold shiver runs down her spine and her body shakes. It shakes.. TD blinks, its not her that's shaking. She looks to the others in confusion, her paws and fins feeling the disturbance but having no idea what it is. Her head tilts to the side, perplexed. What is that?


The Phanteon groans. Frustration burns in his pelt making it stand on end. His spectral tail and mane flare and trash as he paces, growling and grumbling to himself. What the hell was he even doing? What was he waiting for? Get your ass headed to that cave already. But he couldn't get himself to leave the clearing. He hisses and finds himself marching back to and sitting in front of the pool of blood.

His reflection is is dark red, masking his purple appearance, but its still unrecognizable. I was still an Eevee last time I saw myself. Now, now he was some Pokemon that apparently existed but he had never heard of before. Fantastic. If others thought it was a curse, a demon, a freak before now they would have a legitimate reason without getting to now him. He pears at the image- the contours of his face are.. similar at best to what he knows to be his face. His eyes are a different color, not that he can tell with red liquid, but.. the dark streaks under his eyes are visible in the puddle, something that seemed ever present on his face. That was his face in the pool. His lips draw back in a snarl and his tail trashes. He didn't want it to be his face.

Rokai sank to his haunches to rest his paws - he couldn't remember the last time he had even slept. He smelt the air, and was immediately overwhelmed with the smell of blood - too much to be Lone's, surely? "That sounds very logical...Tinydragon, are you sure you're alright?" Rokai pushed the thought away for the moment, turning his emerald gaze towards TinyDragon.

"Yes yes, ets fine. Really." He frowned slightly, his ashen pelt pricking as a chill swept over the hound's spine. Rokai stood up tall to his full height, looking around cautiously. He wasn't able to see anything at the moment, and so he sat down again, but this time all his senses were on alert.

"Gotta find Lone before vee woose him in the dark." Rokai went to argue when a tremble in the ground cut him off. Immediately he stood bolt upright, his horned head looking back and forth before falling on a terrifying sight.

A gyrados was slithering full speed towards them, and Rokai could feel his legs tremble beneath him, threatening to give way. "Actually TinyDragon, moving seems like a wonderful idea - like right now!" He said, unable to take his eyes off the advancing undead. He finally tore his eyes away, looking at Katyusha and TinyDragon. "We have to go! To the other side of the island! You go first, I'll be right behind you!" He said, not wanting to move until he was sure they were coming too.

"Gotta find Lone before vee woose him in the dark."

Katyusha's lips curl into a concerned grin "We'll fi--." A rumbling cuts off the vulpine. The fire type goes rigid, waiting for whatever it is to subside and pass. However....it only intensifies, the rumbling turning into a quake. As the ninetales watches in growing horror, the dimming sky lights up briefly from the rays of a hyper beam. Subconsciously, she takes step after step backward. There was no way...they were already in so much danger...it was almost dark...

"Actually TinyDragon, moving seems like a wonderful idea - like right now!" Katyusha's eyes grow as wide as saucer plates, her long gray fur flattening back against her as twisters form and devour the surrounding forest. The powerful attack ripping branches from trees and uprooting plants underfoot. "We have to go! To the other side of the island! You go first, I'll be right behind you!" The fox doesn't wait for any further prodding before tearing her eyes from the approaching beast and rushing to run. Stopping before the perplexed vaporeon she urgently tries to get her to run, flee, get away. Her fear betraying her, the ninetales' legs shake as she forces herself not to outright bolt in terror. Her pupils dilated considerably as she looks back and forth back and forth from the approaching titan to the fish.

"W-w-e-e have to go-o! Nownownow! Lone will have-e to wait-t thiscreaturedoesn'tlookfriendlywehavetohurry!"

The old dog panted, pecha pink tongue lolling over his yellowed incisors as he fought for breath. The scars on his back felt like a physical weight had been laid across his shoulders.

The cold tongue of the ocean had lick the strength from his bones. Slumped on the beach his mind had been completely blank. He didn't even know how he had ended up in the waves. His last memory had been of fire and a pain that ran deeper than his bones.

The Inspector's legs trembled. His bones ached away from the anesthetic cold of the ocean. Dribbles of seawater run down the scarred skin of his legs but the teal fur stands in slick spines as flickers of light spark off the tips.

In anger he dove into the forest. Leaves crackled under paw as he forced himself into a run. Back in his trainee days there had been no-one able to outrun him. The cold seeps away and his body starts to ache but it is a familiar pain tinged with excitement.

Whipping up the leaves around him he ran until he was nearly choked, wheezing with every breath he snatched from the air. His lips drew back as he bared his teeth at the path ahead.

A flash of light flares on his blind side and he struggles to regain his footing. The ground quivers underfoot. He turns his head towards the sensation. His paws skitter on the leaf litter as he heads towards the flash he has seen.

The leaves underfoot turn to wood chips. The leaf litter is torn up, showing the bare damp earth. Tree roots like thin fingers stab at the sky. Deep gashes show in the bark of an uprooted Oran tree.

The Manectric stops running to sniff at the air. There is a note of blood on the air. He had a scent to follow and the forest was torn. This was a small island and there had been a crime. He would be the punishment.

Lyzria grinned, thick, pink saliva dangling from what remained of her jawline. The chase was on; the ants were scattering. The Gyarados unleashed one last Twister, tossing it straight over the heads of the group and watching as it tore apart the land in their path. Plants, shrubs and soil formed a massive tornado, the dust almost obscuring her prey from view. But Lyzria could smell their hot blood; hear their frantic hearts. Soon, she would taste victory.

"Pathetic." The Gyarados's voice was a low, gurgling hiss. "Stupid." She crashed forward, her massive tail flailing as she hauled her collosal body along the beaten ground. Her burning eyes managed to see their shadows through the dust and with a dark chuckle, she spotted her first victim: the Ninetails.

"Meat." Lyzria lowered her head to the ground, zigzagging her way towards the Fire-type at a great speed. Saplings and bushes were uprooted, sent flying into the air, as the Gyarados snaked her way forward, leaving a trench almost three metres deep in her wake.

She was close; the smell of the Ninetail's fear itself was electrifying. Lyzria opened her mouth wide, ready to scoop up her prize within a few seconds. "WEAK!"

Anxiety slowly builds in the Vaporeon. Both her companions look utterly terrified but she does not understand why.  "Whats going on?" She's asks, smiling awkwardly. The vibrations in the air and on her fins increase until that are simply unbearable. Was something happ- the instant TD turns her head she understands. The sight of the bright Hyper Beam explains all, the following Twister is only a bonus. Grit and dirt are thrown about while trees and shrubbery uproot themselves. Eyes burning from the debris and now focused on the attacks surrounding them she almost completely misses Rokai's suggestion. "-moving seems.. like right now!" It still made enough sense to understand.

Her paws feel like stones, heavy boulders that were too big to move. No no, she had to go! There was nothing good about staying here and though she is now as fearful as her friends one thought still overpowers the rest: Lone was still alone out here, and now they had a bigger problem. "We have to go! To the other side of the island! You go first, I'll be right behind you!" Fear soaks through her scales but so does worry for the missing Ghost Type. Any chance of following a trail is gone. Now they could only hope for the direction.. if the pathway remained.

The vibrations turned into what she could only describe as quaking. Aqua eyes go wide as saucers when she see's the source: a massive Gyrados, not opposed by land as it raced toward them. Her own body begins to shake, legs feeling like jelly that could hardly support her lithe form. Dear legends.. Fear overwhelms the gentle sea creature. Trembling in her scales she gives no effort to move, eyes locked on the approaching beast. Only Katyusha's quick movements draw her gaze away, though her words blur together into somethings TD can not read. "W-w-e-e have to go-o! Nownownow! Lone will have-e to wait-t this..doesn't..friendlywe..vetohurry!"

Giving a quick glance at both Pokemon the Vaporeon nods, "Run!" The word is more of a thought then a command but she follows it anyway, pelting off into the only clear patch of brush she can see as the Gyrados nearly crashes on top of them.


Somethings wrong. The Phanteon stands to attention, gaze peering off at something in the sky. There is a battle nearby. He can sense that much, he can feel that much. Soon, he worries, he will be able to see that much. Taking a couple paces to the side he attempts to peak around the trees to no avail. Its coming from where the others were. His teeth grind together. So? Its not my problem. So why did it feel like it was?
Loneliness hisses, digging his claws into the soil. He was already injured, the last thing he needed was another battle. A battle thats not even my problem! He thoughts reject his feelings. This form... his body and mind never seemed to agree since he evolved.

Rokai's limbs were frozen - no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move. Ragged breathing blotted his senses and the fear scent was overpowering. He faintly hears Katyusha from his pertrified state, "W-w-e-e have to go-o! Nownownow! Lone will have-e to wait-t thiscreaturedoesn'tlookfriendlywehavetohurry!" At her words, Rokai pulls himself out of the terrifying trance, just in time to see the abomination aim it's terrifying head towards Katyusha. "WEAK!"

"KATYUSHA!" The word came out harsh, raw and shaky, but his voice boomed, fear giving it extra force as he barreled over to the fire type. His paws suddenly stop their frozen state and in an instant, the hound is propelled forwards, skidding to a halt beside the Ninetails. "Katyusha, run!" He said, focusing his emerald gaze on the fire type, for about two whole seconds.

"Run!" TinyDragon' voice shattered a small glass bubble that was around the hound and he only took one extra moment to look back at the horrifying sight that was charging towards them, and he ran. Paws pounded against the ground as he ran like a hound possessed, nothing in his eyes but the other side of the island - he had to get there, and only the faint thought of the others slowed his mad dash. Skidding to a halt, the ground piled around his paws in two shallow trenches. Skidding around, Rokai ran back to the others, his form flickering slightly as he threw out a blue bubble that surrounded him, TinyDragon and Katyusha. He just hoped that the Protect would do as it should and save them from the advancing terror.

Another overwhelming gust, twisting air torn up the ground, scattering and tearing what the first blasts did not already uproot. As the ninetales watches in horror the beast advances. If any creature was ever truly infected, it is this one. Blood, its or others? coats the beast like macabre make-up.

Briefly, Katyusha wonders just how this torn infected can even move with its innards so displayed and how much of its flesh was simply hanging or gashed...but not only could it move, but surprisingly fast. Time slows as the jaws of the gyrados aim for her and at the same time it happens in an instant.

"WEAK!"

It was capable of speech at this point yet? As it roars, a foul stench  fills her nostrils from the sheer amount of decay and death. It makes absolutely every one of her hairs stand on end. Beside her, the fire type can feel the vaporeon pelting in the opposite direction. As if on cue, the ninetales' own paws get in motion. She turns tail and tries to dash after Tinydragon, to get away from this living horror and it's nightmarish trail of destruction. Too slow--Katyusha barely has time to turn and make it to what remains of the treeline before the undead is upon her.

Faintly, she registers that Rokai has dashed back to them. Any words exchanged lost to her as the pounding of her own heart overtakes her ears. A flash of blue surrounds them--protect--and the fox still flinches, bringing her tail out in front of her as the beast attacks.

Javolt gasps for breath. His chest is heaving as he gasps in air. The scent of blood fills the air like a thread of red ribbon running through the tree trunks. The scent was so clear and easy to follow. His paws ached and he could barely breathe but the trail is getting stronger.
The static hiss from the radio at his collar hasn't been improved or reduced by the saltwater bath but at least there's the sensation that at any moment he might get the command to bring down a threat. Though his entire body is stinging from being forced into action Javolt hasn't felt so alive in years.

Slowing down to get his bearings and take another whiff of the blood scent Javolt hears a snap of breaking wood in the same direction as the scent. This must have been what caused the uprooted tree he had begun to investigate in the first place. Picking up his feet he runs in that direction. The island was small but trouble seemed to be happening quite far away from where he washed up. At this point he just hoped he had the strength to deal with the problem once he reached it.

Moving once again at a breakneck pace through the woodland Javolt put his head down and focused on the hunt. Following the Sluethed odor he wound his way through mossy ground and fallen trees, carefully avoiding the protruding roots that might trip. He was gaining...

Javolt's run takes him into a place where the trees have broken and out of the corner of his eye he catched glimpse of a flicker of purple and black among the green and brown of trees.
The Inspector stops his trail, padding up to the strange pokemon. Its colors resembled that of ghost types he knew but it itself didn't resemble any of them. Either way he wanted to avoid charging in blind and there was a smell of blood on this pokemon, not the same scent he was following but the smell of blood nonetheless.

To his credit barely panting despite his run the Manectric padded up to the unknown pokemon. He stood tall and poised, the light of the fading sun gleaming off the shield shaped badge pinned to his checkered collar.
"Citizen, I am Inspector Javolt. Can you give me a run down of the situation?" He asked.

Protect ... While previously that move was nothing more than a minor annoyance for her, it now was a delay in her obtaining her blood, her meat. Lyzria would not have that. Livid with rage, the Gyarados reared her ugly head and screamed her anger at the sky. "NO! STUPID! UGLY!" she screeched, thrashing her tail madly as her madness manifested into a rampage.

But even her decaying brain remembered that Protect rarely worked more than once in a row. Lyzria screamed again, sinking her jaws into a small tree and uprooting it, tossing it over her shoulder, before launching herself at the Houndoom who had denied her her prize. Her fangs coated themselves in tiny, deadly icicles as she prepared an Ice Fang, already savouring the dog's blood before it had even touched her tongue. Without his Protect to impede her progress, she could feed without worry.

Lone tossed his head back and breathed in. He was getting bored of just sitting around though his place had attracted him here in the first place. There was no reason to stay here any longer and his own loitering was getting irritating. Shifting his crimson gaze to the sky he squints, he'd wasted precious light by sitting next to the puddle pf blood. Guess Ill just head to the shelter and see if anyones alive when things settle down. What a comforting thought. Pointed white fangs press against one another as his lips draw back in a growl. The others could go fuck themselves.

The Phanteon rose to his paws and looked back to the treeline to regain his bearings. ...Its.. this way. His guess was as good as the next guys at this point, especially with the drowning sun, but its all he had now. Suddenly a voice comes to ear and the Ghost Type freezes. He had been expecting the voice of the idiot Houndoom or twitchy Ninetales but not a new one. "Citizen, I am Inspector Javolt. Can you give me a run down of the situation?" The Ghost waits before turning to see the Manectric. How quaint.
Smiling a bit more creepily then he would of liked the Phanteon chuckles softly, "Situation? My good sir, Im not sure what situation you mean, but you're standing on a murder site and looking at a murder victim." Victim.. the words comes off his teeth like poison. He sure felt victimized but the word itself didn't seem to fit. Lone lifts one bloodied paw and points toward the red puddle and smear heading out of the clearing. "My blood was spilled and no one will own up to it." He growls fiercely, eyes narrowing. Thinking about the whole thing again had instantly brought back the anger. Someone still needed to pay for what they had done to him.


TD's paws scurry across the ground not caring what they stepped on. There was no time for such trivial things with a monster on her heels! Foliage scrapes at her delicate scales and while the pain registered she did not react with more then inaudible squeaks. A laurel crawls over her face, closing her aqua eyes and dipping the Vaporeons head. Her forepaws lock up for a moment, unable to extend properly and she stumbles.
Fear pulses through her veins at lightening speed. It was going to get her! TinyDragon doesn't dare look back but it is even scarier to keep her eyes closed and they fly open, surprised to find a magical barrier before her. Against her better judgement the Bubble Jet Pokemon turns her head toward the undead, only to see she and her companions were momentarily safe behind a Protect shield. But Im not doing that. Its easy to see that Rokai is though, his body rigid from the strain of keeping such a large bubble against against the powerful enemy. Thank you.
A sensation sweeps through her scales starting at her fins. She already knows it to be a change in temperature before spotting the lunging Gyarados. "Wook out!" She wails, jumping back to her tiny, dark colored toes.

Rokai shuddered as the Gyrados's fangs bounced off the protect bubble, the blue shield dissapating once it had done it's job. "NO! STUPID! UGLY!" Rokai yelped at the undead's loud and harsh words, before it swooped down to attack him. His paws pulsed slightly with orange power as he prepared to attack it head-on with a Retaliate, but to be honest, he was shit scared. "Wook out!" TinyDragon's voice gave him a boost of confidence and he took a deep breath, his green eyes though, betrayed him.

Many thoughts ran through his head at that point and he suddenly found himself wishing it were night time already for some odd reason. He had no idea why, but the idea was so... sudden it sent a half scared chucked up the hound as he blinked, his eyes beoming teary, and the salty tears were blurring his vision. I'm going to die here, aren't I? He thought suddenly, but he pushed the thought away, trying to prolong the seconds. His mind reeled back to his mother and the disks she had left for him. They would help now, and one already did. Now it was time for the other one.

My heart's beating faster, He thought, taking a deep breath. I know what I'm after. Escape. His past was haunting him, and he had to leave that behind. I've been standing here my whole life, It was true, he had done nothing but stand back and watch his whole life, too scared to do anything. Everything I've seen twice, now it's time I realize He lowered his gaze slightly, taking in a deep breath, he watched the orange aura round his paws grow as he poured more strength into the move. It's spinnin' back around now, on this road I'm crawling He looked up - the Gyrados was still coming.
Save me cause I'm falling, He tried to regulate his breathing, but it wouldn't stabilize. Now I can't seem to breathe right Was it fear? No - he knew what it was. Cause I keep runnin', runnin' from my heart.

Sick of being tired and sick of waiting He gritted his teeth. If he was going to do anything to change his past, he was going to do it now. Forcing himself to lift his head, he stared the Gyrados straight in it's horrid, red eyes, his own showing fear, but he tried to change that, they slowly went from being fearful to a determination that spread across his form - he came here to help these 'mons, and that meant he would have to be strong - be brave. He stood tall, but his shoulders were rolled forwards as he waited, green eyes watching the terror's own bright, glowing red ones.

As the Gyrados neared, he tensed, before feeling the chill roll towards him - Ice Fang. He shuddered involuntarily and whined, but it was now, or never. He raced to the side, his dark form willing to comply as he left a shallow ditch in the ground where he was from his claws digging out the uprooted and disturbed earth. As the terror got within striking range, he suddenly darted all the way to the side of the duel type, his eyes narrowing with fierce determination, his muzzle was pulled back, revealing his sharp canines. As the Gyrados shot past he lunged, paws flaring orange as his Retaliate gained a little more power.

Despite knowing the protect was activated, the sickening thud of the great infected against the blue walls causes Katyusha to yelp. It was still so close, and after that attack, the protect--the only thing between them and the rotting nightmare was gone. Taking the opportunity before the next attack, the ninetales dashes away from the gyrados, hoping to put distance between it and herself. It was the plan before wasn't it? Her normally ordered mind was buried in piles of jumbled thoughts and panic. Her paws dig in to stop her as she feels the ground below her shifts--forcing her form to stay upright as a nearby tree is torn roots and all from the ground below their paws.

Like a twig. She notes. The beast picked it up like it was nothing, tearing it apart and throwing it away...just...Those jaws could do so much more damage to them. Then she sees Rokai. TD had leapt away, but the houndoom stood firm before the undead. "Wook out!" Katyusha's heart was already racing too fast to go any faster. "Rokai!" The wavering, panic-drenched tone saying everything else. Get away from it! It's too dangerous..! Gritting her teeth and unwilling to abandon the others to run, Katyusha growls and summons her own attack. Purple auras form and concentrate into floating, burning orbs. Focusing her energy, the vulpine releases a will-o-wisp.

For a moment a trace of pity shows on the Electric Type's grizzled face but it fades in under a second. The air around him seems to get heavier as the teal and maize colored fur stands up in needle-like spikes. He snarls, lips drawing back to show his black gums.
"I knew something smelt rotten. " He growls to himself.
Standing up taller the Manetric looks down at the unidentifiable ghost.
The light gleams off the golden circle of his badge. Engraved on the metal is the words "To serve and protect"  in ornate letters.
Irritably he paces the clearing, never having been in the strange situation of having the murder victim there when investigating it.
"This cannot be stood for." He growls.
"Crime shall be punished." A yellowing fang shows.
With care the Manectric sniffs at the scent of blood on the air. This was the smell he had been tracking and it was much worse here. He could nearly taste the taint.
"Did you see anything that might indicate the killer??" He asked of the spirit.

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The Phanteon grinned darkly, truly enjoying this new Pokemon. The idea of bumping into someone new right now was infuriating at the least but for reasons he didn't understand he was liking this guy. He had.. possibilities. "I knew something smelt rotten." Literal or figuratively? Giving the air a slight sniff he picks up the smell of blood, burns, and death. The chucks of meat that were the remains of the undead Linoone's wreak to high hell and blood is splattered everywhere but he had hardly even noticed. Probably both then. Either way, he really didnt care.

"This cannot be stood for. Crime shall be punished." The vulpine draws back his lips even further, his smile growing more and more pleased. "My thoughts exactly." One ghastly ear flares as the roars of battle continue if not worsen. Things were getting heated and he cant help but chuckle. "Did you see anything that might indicate the killer??" The ghost pauses, his eye lids falling slightly as he takes an inward sigh, "I could show you the bitch that was there when I died, but she's a bit caught up right now," Nudging his head in the direction of the commotion Lone's crimson gaze slowly moves in that direction. He hesitates, "I blamed her, but I have my doubts now." There was still the chance that it was Lot- no.
Looking back to the Manectric the Phanteon cocks his head, "Whats that word again, witnesses? Yeah, shes with some of those too. Not that they have trustworthy info." A gentle rumble rolls under his paws. "Though, with the way things sound over there Im not sure they will all be alive at the end anyway."

Every tiny shift the Gyarados made sent a mass of vibrations through the Vaporeons toes. This thing.. how did it even move on the land?! Smashing through the protect like the shell of a mollusk the sea serpent doesn't even flinch, seeming more angry then before. The air shivered- it was roaring. Breath coming in short, scared pants TinyDragon stood petrified as her entire body felt its screech. What do we do, what can we do! Rokai went on the offense and it was becoming clear that fleeing was no longer an option. The beast thrashes, moves, and roars, its intentions clear. To kill..

Quaking in her scales the Bubble Jet Pokemon stares wide-eyed at the Gyarados. She.. she couldn't fight something like this.. Katyusha too attacks it, possibly trying to stop its advances, with a fiery move of some sort. What can I do? One paw out of place and this thing would snap her in half! The others.. they didnt turn tail and leave her. No, they were fighting even though their lives were very much on the line. Ill do what I can! Its all she could do.
Steadying herself as best she can the Vaporeon takes in a deep but shaky breath. Tensing her muscles she focuses are all strength, feeling it fill her form before taking a labored step to the side. The struggle is real, her movement seemingly slowed by invisible molasses as it leaves behind a palely colored replica. Her head spins with dizziness form the effort of creating the Substitute but the protection it offered was worth it. Still panting TD flicks her gaze back to their oppressor and forces herself to shoot a Water Gun in its direction.

((OOC: Skip, I cant do much without Lyzria's reaction))

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"I could show you the bitch that was there when I died, but she's a bit caught up right now, I blamed her, but I have my doubts now."
The aged Manectric grins. He had never investigated a murder where the victim had been able to give a statement.
He doesn't bother with another Odor Sleuth to see if he could find the scent of the killer. The air here stunk badly enough without his focus on it; a dark stink of shed blood and rotting flesh.
Unbidden the sound he linked to that scent echoed in the back of his head.
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again!
A flickering ghost of memory passes over his blinded eye. Drawing his gums back from his teeth he half snarls, half grins at the memory. Justice had broken down that time but the Law had been there to protect order. That was the way the world should go. Those who disobeyed the laws that existed to protect them deserved nothing but death.
He set of his jaw hardens at the suddenly flare of memory. Orange fur streaked with blood...
He must be feeling sentimental today.
The victim cocks his head to the side, the ethereal ghost type apparently deep in thought.
"Whats that word again, witnesses?"
Javolt's ears pricked up. There were witnesses.
"Yeah, shes with some of those too. Not that they have trustworthy info. Though, with the way things sound over there Im not sure they will all be alive at the end anyway."
Javolt draws himself up to his full height. His bones creak but he had always been good at ignoring pain. Despite his old age he stands military straight.
"I, Inspector Javolt, officially declare a murder investigation to be ended only when the murderer is charged and executed." He declares, simply so it has been said aloud.
From his full height he looks down at the unknown ghost type; one eye icy blue and full of determination and the other fogged over like a windowpane on a cold morning. A spiderweb thin line runs down it, following the curve of his scar.
"If you will offer your assistance civilian your aid would be appreciated in recovering the remaining witnesses."

Retaliate, Will-O-Wisp, Water Gun ... her meat was fighting back. Why weren't they scattering like ants, screaming out their terror for the heavens to hear? No. A sharp twinge down her side released a screech from the Gyarados as the Houndoom's Retaliate hit. Dark, clotted blood oozed from the open wound. Lyzria did not feel pain for long, but it was enough for her to wildly aim a Hyper Beam at the ground a few metres behind the group. She thrashed and shrieked as the earth erupted into dirt, twigs and grass once again.

"NOOOO!" Lyzria roared, her massive serpentine body writhing and twisting as her rotting brain channeled her anger into a rampage. Burning eyes latching onto all three of her meals she let out a long, moaning gurgle, pink saliva dangling from her jaw. "Meat." Streams of water began to spiral around her tail. With a vicious hiss she swung it forward, already looking forward to the damage a well-aimed Aqua Tail could do. They would fly through the air and she would catch them like flies; juicy, tender little flies.

It all went by so fast, the houndoom didn't really have much time to react. "Rokai!"Katyusha's voice broke the trance as he felt his attack hit, the jarring of claws meeting tough scale dazing him for a moment. The others were attacking as well - Will-O-Wisp, Water Gun... Rokai stumbled as he landed shaking his head to clear his jumbled thoughts. He lifted his dark ashen head to gaze at the terror's red eyes, his emerald eyes damp as they threatened to spill over. He hated fighting, absolutely hated it, but he saw no other way. "NOOOO!" The scream jarred the hound's hearing and the ground exploded behind them as a Hyper Beam lanced through the ground behind them.

Rokai involuntarily scattered away from the energy beam, but his mind seized the idea. Hyper Beam needed a recharge, he knew from fights that he'd have. His gaze now determined, the Houndoom looked over at the terrifying gyrados, taking in a shuddering breath to calm his slowly unraveling nerves. He looked over at TinyDragon, his emerald gaze light. She must be terrified, no petrified to face this foe. Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time? He thought, looking back over at the gyrados. Something he did had given TinyDragon courage, and even though she must be scared out of her wits, she was standing her ground. But I believe the world is burning to the ground. Rokai felt heat above him and jumped to the side to avoid a falling branch that hissed with flames.

Oh well, I guess we're going to find out. His thoughts were calming, and he stood firm, his tail lashing. Let's see how far we've come. His form glowed grey slightly, and then the glow faded. His attack however built power as he readied a Faint Attack. Let's see how far we've come. He took a few steps backwards, placing his feet carefully. Well, I believe it's all coming to an end. He moved to the side, his eyes never leaving the gyrados and the dark sluggish blood it oozed. Oh well, I guess we're going to pretend.

"Meat." Water began to draw towards the gyrados as it roared, water spiraling around it's tail. Let's see how far we've come. He braced his form, blue flickering slightly as he contemplated using Protect. "Let's see how far we've come." He muttered to himself, his emerald gaze hard set on the wounds that littered the gyrados's frame. No more running, no more hiding. He needed to stand up and fight now, no matter what foe they were facing. And if he was going to die, he's was going to take them down with him.