(ACE) The UNDER Team

Koin gasped, clumsily falling off the tumbling tree, and landing in mid-shock away from the mass of timber and leaves. When Delia sprung away, it not only let the fox-like Pokemon lunge towards the infected, but also forced his clamped down jaws to... draw blood. The Jolteon fumbled around in a daze, the metallic tang of the red liquid staining his taste buds with its horrible taste. The blood... It scared him.

"I'm sorry... Delia, I'm sorry." He barely noticed the bright moment of light to reveal a newly-evolved Zoroark, yelling for death. He had drawn blood from a teammate, someone he should have otherwise protected. Who was he to help others if he had hurt them? Koin shook his head, trying to spit out the unknown substance from his mouth, but the memory lingered.

I'm sorry, Master. I failed you again. The Lightning Pokemon had done wrong, and the blame was on him. When would his life turn back to how it were before?

Blaze had had enough of Delia's craziness. It didn't matter wether she had just evolved enough was enough. She looked at her other companions.
"Deal with the infected," she said.
When the fox pokemon lept so did the weasel bringing her down and slamming her to the ground. The typhlosion didn't excpect this to humble her down so Blaze shot down a flamethrower next to Delia's head. It wasn't at full power but had left the groud sizziling a some smoke rose from the darkened spot.
"Enough!" she ordered. Her voice low and as cold as her eyes. Blaze's patience had never been too short but it did have a limit. "You've evolved! Now calm down or else it won't be the ground my flame is burning."
She'd make good of that threat.

Sai was somewhat impressed, as well as disappointed. Delia had evolved at the wrong time in his books. She probably triggered something that made her evolve, otherwise she would still be a stubborn little Zorua, but she still seemed to be stubborn, nothing could hide that. “Deal with the infected,” Blaze had suddenly ordered. The Krookodile wasn’t used to being told what to do, he was normally the one doing the ordering, but if he was going to stay with these pokemon, he had to remember that he wasn’t a leader anymore, just a pokemon trying to survive.

He turned his attention to the infected that was now trying to flee. Sadly he didn’t know any long range attacks. So he would be useless if the infected didn’t come in close. And he wasn’t the fastest pokemon ether. But he charged after it ether way, his head hung low and his claws outstretched. The infected attempted to flee up another tree, but he rammed its trunk, not wanting to snap this one if half cause he didn’t want to risk it falling on his comrades. The tree swayed back and forth fiercely, almost like it was in a bad windstorm. He didn’t know head butt, or any attacks like it, but if you run into a tree hard enough, it was bound to shake something lose, in this case, that infected whatever it is. The infected came falling out of the tree, like it did in the last one, but this time he wouldn’t let it get away, his teeth began to spark with electricity as he got ready to use a Thunder Fang on it.

Cathal was beyond irritated. He shrugged off that Delia was too obsessive to pay attention to anything anyone said and ran off. He was even pretty impressed that she evolved without actually finishing the battle. But for the Typhlosion to order him? He growled menacingly. He didn't care if she thought she was the boss, the only orders he took were from Fenix, anyone else could bite it. Letting out a huff he watched as Sai went after the creature. Well maybe Blaze wouldn't be as annoyed if someone listened to her, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be him. Any decisions should be made as a group rather since there was no trainer, rather than one Pokemon playing King of the Hill.

It was then that he felt something...odd. An ungodly energy was pulsating all around them, making the air crackle. He felt something tugging at him though he couldn't see anything. Something was very wrong here, and they needed to get the hell out of here before anything worse happened. Lifting his head he was about to shout out to the others when the power suddenly overtook him.

((OOC: Since silverishness and Negative10 so wanted us to Under, which I LOVE by the way ^_^, I figured we should let one of them have the honors of transferring us there, so I posted like usual!))

As the tree beneath her began to tremble and sway once again, Bonnie emitted a surprisingly deep growl in annoyance. She had almost decided to flee but now they insisted on provoking her, something inside the smeargle’s head was spurring her onwards to fight. As she lost her footing on the branch, Bonnie narrowly avoided hitting the ground like before and instead managed to slow her fall by sliding down the swaying tree trunk. Landing fairly safely on her feet, she spun around in time to witness the crocodile-like creature approaching her, its great jaws more menacing than usual accompanied with an electrical attack. The sparks danced across the creature’s large fangs and Bonnie emitted a savage scream as the fangs sunk into her shoulder. Her body shuddered as the electricity enveloped her in pain, almost numbing the physical sensation of the attacker’s fangs. Her blood slowly oozed from the wound and in blind fury, Bonnie retaliated.

Hissing savagely to reveal, small yet incredibly sharp, bloodstained fangs, her arm began to glow a faint purple colour – affected by the disease that had transformed her, as she powered a hammer arm attack. Ignoring the pain from the electrical attack, she kicked the creature’s jaw hard with her rear paws, successfully removing its attack from her shoulder before jumping to her feet. With a hiss of anger, she aimed her hammer arm directly at the creature’s chest when an odd sensation began to overcome her senses. Everything seemed to freeze as the air itself began to pulse and shiver around her form. A combination of fear and confusion took over the smeargle’s mind before the power blinded her.

Delia almost had it. The prey danced about in front of her, tempting her, wanting her to take its power. Wanting her to eat it. Well, she would be too happy to oblidge...

Suddenly, a weight slammed against her back, pinning her quickly to the ground as she watched the prey dance away, the brown and black lizard running after it. "NO!" she snarled, clawing, trying to find her way out from underneath the massive pressure on her back. She turned, her eyes bright with anger, to see who had, AGAIN, stopped her from her meal.

The tower of muscles snarled down at her and fired a stream of flames near her face to silence her, to teach her just who was alpha. "Enough!" she barked, "You've evolved! Now calm down or else it won't be the ground my flame is burning."

Delia couldn't help but curl her lip at the order. Right... she thought, her senses returning to her. I have to be... careful with this... giant, heavy BOULDER of a pokemon... she grunted in her head as she struggled to breathe. She tried getting up and shook herself beneath her captor.

"...I figured there wouldn't be a problem since it's DEAD already," she growled, still attempting to get to her feet. "But if you insist... on..." She trailed off, her senses picking something up, some strange sort of... wave...

It was a flash of power, brilliance and color as the weight was instantaneously lifted, as well as the ground from under her. She floated, was thrown, was tossed, was embraced and finally was dumped with a heavy thud onto her back, her face staring up at endless darkness.

The Under| ???

Delia rose to her feet, sniffing the air for some indication of where they were. From the stagnant air and constant scent of metal and earth, she could tell they were underground. Not to mention the lack of stars or moon... When her eyes quickly adjusted to the almost pitch dark, she could see buildings and what looked like not only piles of corpses, as per usual, but also piles of... junk. She picked up a lead pipe and weighed it in her hands. Just useless junk? Where were they?

She couldn't help the small twinge of giddyness that enveloped her. Here, she had the advantage. Here, in her element, she could reign supreme and show that muscley tower just what she could accomplish... and maybe even swallow that power herself. She gracefully leaped onto the nearest intact rooftop and quickly began to search. Once Blaze was gone, it would really only be the fire dragon and the brown lizard that would give her trouble. The yellow whelp would be a victory meal, a dessert to top off a successful triumph.

With that thought in her head, she couldn't help a small giggle as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop. Her hunt was on.

"Deal with the infected," Blaze ordered as she launched herself in the direction of Delia. Nodding, and glad to have instruction and something to place his mind on, Koin shot towards the infected Pokemon, his fur sparking up with electricity in preparation of a Thunderbolt. I'll finish this up! He didn't like to be known as weak- in fact, before all these undead Pokemon started appearing, he was known to be the strongest of his team, despite simply being an Eevee back then. And what happened now? Koin gritted his teeth, before his fur flashed yellow for a second.

But before the Lightning Pokemon could launch his Thunderbolt, a horrible headache struck him, knocking him off his feet and into oblivion. Literally, it felt as if he were going through a black hole, and nothing was there to greet him. Ack! Koin's face contorted with the mental pain, and he struggled to find an escape in this abyss. And he did, when he clashed head first onto rocky ground.



In. Out. In. Out. The Jolteon let his shallow breath come naturally, slowly. His face hurt like Arceus had bit it (what an odd example!), and wherever he was, it was dark. He opened his eyes, and after a moment of them adjusting, he could make out rocky walls and trash bits here and there. Wherever he was, he seemed to be underground again.

Seems like I'm fated to be within a cave, he mused as he set off a few sparks on his fur to shed some light. He looked around for any of this teammates... except Delia. Koin sighed, knowing that the last Pokemon he'd want to meet was that crazy fox. With how things were, she probably wouldn't hesitate to pick a fight with anyone. The yellow Pokemon stood to his full height all of a sudden. I'm sick of being all meek and low. It's time to stand up for myself. He ruffled his pelt, the tips sharper than before. If Delia wants to fight, I'll bring the fight to her!

... but for now, he'd focus on finding the others.

Something happened as she yelled at the fox pokemon, as the world broke was put into a plender then put back into place. Blaze had the air knocked out of her as she crashed into something and she kneeled over in pain trying to catch her breath.
After she was capable of breathing again Blaze looked around and something made her back away eyes wide when she didn't recognize any of this, she wasn't in Johto. She'd been thrown away even farther from her master, Akira was out of her grasp. She let out a roar of fury before lying down into some sort of garbage.
"Akira..." she whispered in pain. "master..."

Where the hell was she?

Blaze knew that she needed to get out of here, and before that find the rest of the team. And during that keep an eye out for Delia. She'd seen the murder in that Zoraok's eyes right before the explosion, whatever small shaky truce the two she-pokemon had had before it was very unlikley that it could be revived.

With a groan of pain she got up clutching at her side hoping she was only bruised and nothing was broken. She walked on looking around for the others, maybe one of them would know where they where and could point her back to Johto.

The last thing Sai could remember was the infected he had just bitten into about to hammer arm his chest, when he was suddenly lifted off into some strange and unknown place. They where underground, he knew that much, but he couldn’t see the others, not even the infected. He was somewhat grateful for the sudden transfer, cause it had saved him from getting badly wounded, but he was ungrateful of getting dumped in a place he was unfamiliar with. “Where, am I?” He said to himself.

He climbed to higher ground to get a better look at his surroundings. He wasn’t to high, but it looked like he was in come kind of large underground city. He looked around for a sign to find out where he was. When he finally found one, it was hard to make out cause it was badly smudged with human blood. But he faintly made out one word, “Under?”

The Under? He believed he had heard of this place from passing humans. It was a rare place, about the only city in the world that was built completely underground. But it was in the region of Orre, how could he… His eyes went wide. Could that blast have really rocketed him all the way to another region? And if him, then the others must also be around here. He had to try and find them, while also keeping and eye out for that infected, and Delia, something told him that she wasn’t the same pokemon she once was. She was maybe worse…

When Cathal opened his eyes he could swear they were still closed. The darkness was so thick that, even when he flared his tail as bright as he could make it, it only lit up a few feet in front of him. Piles of junk and debris were scattered everywhere, and the smell of rot and death was heavy. Cathal almost gagged at the corpses carefully stacked out of the way, almost like someone was trying to clear a path. He heard movement around him, and tensed up as though expecting something to come charging out of the shadow. With Delia's mind pretty much checked out, it was most likely to be her that was stalking, he figured. She didn't seem...stable, right before that power overload hit them.

Not wanting to risk being a target for anything used to prowling this darkness, he began torching and melting several piles of junk to light a path. Not far off he could see sparks flying, it was too far away to see clearly but it looked like a yellow dot coming into view. Koin, he sighed. At least it was a familiar face, if still a new one. As he got closer he noticed that the little Jolteon looked a little pissed, pumped up for fight. Knowing he didn't want to startle Koin and risk getting shocked, Cathal cleared his throat on approach to let the Eevolution know he was there. "Hey, good to see at least one of you well. Have you seen any of the others?" he asked calmly. He was still hearing movement in the blackness around them and could only hope it was one of their own.

Cathal growled suddenly, clutching his neck in pain. The large scar running down his neck, the very reason he had stopped in the first place, was making itself known once more. Very loudly. It felt as though the area around it was pulled taut, the muscles not wanting to let themselves loose. If he didn't find a way to stretch it out soon he wouldn't be able to fly. "Koin, was it? I hate to ask, but could you help me? I need to get this muscle to loosen up. All you would have to do is let me lie down and stand on my shoulder until you hear it crack. I can't move properly without it."

The freeze in time that had successfully blurred his vision into total darkness wasn’t leaving. The smeargle couldn’t scream, as she felt herself suspended in this supernatural blip and fear rapidly eating away at her mind. She was paralyzed, blind – but alive. Looking helplessly through the impenetrable black, Bonnie became aware that this wasn’t some twisted nightmare that had suddenly engulfed her – this was real, and terrifying. Her brain screamed orders to her limbs but she felt numb, she wasn’t even aware that she had a body to control. But then, the darkness gave way to a stunning light, slowly taking the shape of a familiar figure. The silvery white image before her took the shape of a vigoroth, walking on all fours and smiling down at her. For the first time since her infection, a sense of undeniable realization overcame Bonnie. Clyde...

Her lips moved as she called out for him silently, a whooshing sound becoming increasingly apparent above the quiet of this surrealism. She forced herself to reach out for the great, white creature – her paw only visible through the darkness as it neared the glowing figure. Just as her paw was engulfed in the light, the whooshing sound intensified to a deafening level. This was it.
“Goodbye,” Bonnie whispered softly. The illusion of her love looking down in sorrow evoked feelings in Bonnie no infected should be capable of; love. With a sudden crash, the smeargle felt an immense pressure applied to her form. Unable to follow the path of the surviving pokémon, Bonnie was at the mercy of this phenomenon, but she was ready. She had no reason to live when she didn’t have a single memory of Clyde to keep her company. The light vanished into darkness once again, she struggled to breathe as a lung punctured by her ribs collapsed and blood began to ooze from her mouth. With a sudden agonized pang, Bonnie’s organs burst within her fragile form. A blinding light flashed and the smeargle’s lifeless body was slung back into Ecruteak City, hitting a tree before slumping in a pile by the trunk. Whilst she had succumbed to a most excruciating death, her body remained totally intact – almost appearing to be asleep, save the pool of blood gathering around her head.

( Bonnie’s dead now. It’s a shame I couldn’t get into her character, but I really enjoyed roleplaying with you guys c: )

Delia's glee rose and frolicked as she did in the rafters of the strange underground. She found bountiful food, delightful treasures and wonderful things beyond her wildest dreams. Though, in this new place, she still did not find the two things she was searching for before anything else:

Power and Dante.

This sobering thought made her pause as she rested in the rafters observing the goings on below. There were few Infected here, and for that she did not know why or care, so finding the others was rather easy. Below her were the large, powerful lizard and the little Koin. She grinned. How she would love to have the power of the fire dragon... to be able to breathe flame and melt anything she wished... And Koin would make a good meal...

She shook her head, her sense coming back to her finally after being without it so long. She had seemed to have caused a scene back before the random...ness... and they ended up here. This wasn't good, as she still needed their shaky trust for the moment. She needed them alone, and if they didn't trust her, she wouldn't get that. She decided to carefully make her way down and approached the two slowly.

"...Does anyone know what happened or where we are?" her new, lower, sultry voice asked. "Can't say I've seen anything like it since the mill." She quirked her head at the sight of the dragon hunkered and uncomfortable. Now what was this...? "...You all right there, big lug?" she asked, coming a little closer. "Sorry about earlier. I got a little... excited."

"...You all right there, big lug?" Soon after Cathal had appeared before him, with the request of standing on a certain place until it cracked, Delia had stalked out of the shadows in her new form. This... He couldn't describe his growing resentment towards the Zoroark. Time and time again, they depended on her to do her end of a team, but what happened? Koin had to muffle a growl as he thought about how she had ended up facing outward without thinking of their teammates and even going as far as focusing only on the kill.

Forcing himself to walk over to the Charizard and place his paws on the thick muscles, the Jolteon ignored Delia. What a crazy lump. Maybe a shock or two will set her feet in place... Shaking his head, Koin stood atop the Charizard. "Hey, lemme let out a small bit of voltage, okay? It helps release tension when executed right."

Pulling the knot tighter on his Blue Scarf, the Lightning Pokemon gritted his teeth as he glanced at Delia. What made you this way, Delia?

(I'm so sorry but I can't think of anything right now so skip)

The Under looked a lot more depressing then it seemed when it was described by the many travelers that passed through his desert in Unova. The infection had really done a number on the place; piles of dead bodies and trash seemed to be everywhere, and the others where nowhere in sight. The infected was also nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they got lucky and it wasn’t transferred with them, but there luck wasn’t that good was it?

Just when Sai thought he wasn’t going to find the others, he saw a familiar outline up ahead. As he got closer he was sure of it. “Blaze!” He shouted, and the Typhlosion soon turned to look at him with the same frustrated look she always seemed to have. He was glade to see a familiar face after getting dumped here, but seeing as how frustrated she was looking, he decided not to say anything else at the moment till she said something first.

Delia smirked at the little yellow guy and trotted to the end of the orange dragon's tail -who now seemed to have fallen asleep- and ran her claws through the tame fire. She enjoyed the feeling of he fleeting flame wrapping itself around her, trying to grasp at the tips of her soft fur. He teeth shone with the fire's brilliance as she bared them in a psychotic grin-- this was power's most basic form.

Fire.

She thought back to the fire pokemon she had met and found the same conclusion-- every powerful pokemon she had seen had some sort of fire attack: Dante, the tower of muscles, this orange dragon, the dark dragon that tore the Infected apart had black fire.... Destructive, overwhelming, beautiful fire.

Then it hit her. If she was going to even touch the power that her idols held, she would need a fire attack as well. She frowned and rose, searching the silhouettes of buildings. She needed the market store. The breeders always talked about TM's and they had taught Dante Flamethrower. She knew what it looked like, knew how to use it and where to get it.

She just needed to find it.

With that in mind, she bid a temporary farewell to Koin and the beastly orange dragon to set off on her new venture. She easily maneuvered through the skeletons of the buildings and found her way to the Market. She grinned and began to dig through the rubble for her prize.

Blaze walked around, her only light the fire on her back. And even then that light wasn't at it's brightest. The typhlosion looked around at this place, it might've been a proper town once but it was falling to peices the bodies of pokemon littered this place and Blaze couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of group of undead that did this.

She closed her eyes and sighed, she walked into something wet and sticky. Blaze's red eyes shot open and she let out a gasp, backing away from the body. Her fire blazing at the temperature drop in the pokemon's blood. She flicked her bloodied hand trying to clean it off.

An ampharos corpse laid belly open it's insides spilling out in peices. Its neck had been snapped and it was placed in an odd angle. The sparkless eyes stared up at her.

Its not Zues, Its not Zues, its not him!

Blaze shivered violently her breath coming out in mist, leaving the body she found a place to clean the blood off her paw. Her fire did little to warm her now.

"Blaze!"

The typhlosion turned to look at Sai, she removed her expression of horror for her usual expression of frusturation. She nodded slightly at the desert pokemon.

"I's me Sai. Do you know where the others are?"

Now that that little freakout had passed she returned to worrying about the rest of the group. She walked towards Sai through the rubble, as far away as possible from the ampharos body.

They couldn't have all survived, you know. Blaze shook her head and moved faster.

“I's me Sai. Do you know where the others are?” Blaze called to him, Sai was glade to see the fire type, he started to think that only he was transported to this underground graveyard. Once he was close enough he replied to her question.

“I’m afraid not, I was hoping you would have.” He said as he looked around, the piles of dead bodies and the smell was starting to make him fell sick. “But I do know where we are. Where in a place called ‘The Under’ located in the region of Orre I believe.” He could see that Blaze was not happy to hear that they weren’t in Johto anymore. But he was too concerned with the others to ask why. “Come one, we better go and find the others before something else does.” He hoped that there wasn’t a ‘something else’ in the Under, that all the infected had moved on in search of food after clearing this place out. He just hoped that he was right.

"Hey, lemme let out a small bit of voltage, okay? It helps release tension when executed right." Cathal grunted in approval, grateful for anything that would allow him continued use of his wing. He ignored Delia, who didn't seem to notice or just didn't care, since then she suddenly went bounding off with a crazed look on her face. 'That can't be good...' he thought to himself, and let out a pained grunt as Koin's sparks hit his tense muscles. He felt them constrict even tighter before letting go completely. It felt like heaven, he could move his arm again and worked his arm around a few times while stretching his wing. He hadn't felt that good in years. "Thank you Koin."

He was getting a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that whatever Delia was up to that it wouldn't be good for any of them if she succeeded. Glancing down at Koin he let out a grunt before turning back in the direction Delia fled. "Stay here and wait for the others. I need to see what she is up to." With that he took off, wanting to gain as much ground as he could before her scent disappeared. Being a creature of darkness she could be anywhere in the labyrinth of junk and he didn't want to lose her. Something just wasn't right about this whole place...

Shiloh wandered the lifeless streets of the Under, looking for nothing or no one in particular. She had no idea what to do with her life now. There was no one left to preform for. Even if there were, who would want entertainment at a time like this? The only thing on everyones' minds right now was survival. Something Shiloh was starting to care less and less about.

"I don't really have a purpose anymore, do I?" She said.
Shiloh sighed sadly. "Maybe the dead are lonely? I'll dance for them..." Shiloh ignited some flames around her hands and bagan to dance. She moved gracefully, like the best human ballerina. The flames danced with her, illuminating her wrists like glowing bracelets.

Shiloh was lost in a world of her own, not noticing anything around her. She was so into her dancing that she didn't notice the Zoroark going into the building behind her.

Delia rummaged through the wreckage, corpses and occasional Infected to find where the TMs were stored. She needed a fire attack to obtain her goal; to obtain the power she lusted after. Fire was the key and she needed it.

Desperately.

Though the thought of merely consuming multiple fire-users crossed her mind, it made her wonder if she needed the attack prior, and then when she fed on the fire-users' powers, would that merely boost her own abilities or would it give her the fire attack she sought without the use of a TM? She frowned as she paused in her search. It was too confusing. She went back to searching for the TM. This was a sure-fire way; it was best to not get caught up in "what if"s.

After all, she needed to have enough power to consume her final prize. And where would she be without the first step?

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, she found a box full of colorful discs-- TMs. Her eyes glowed and her fangs gleamed in delight. FINALLY! She lunged at the box and pulled out any and all reddish discs and tried to learn what they had in store.

At first, they didn't work. Though she couldn't read the script on the disc, surely she could learn ONE fire move. Disc after disc yeilded nothing but a cool sensation on her forehead as she tried to bond with the plastic, as she had seen happen multiple times at the mill. For a moment, she began to fall into despair; maybe she was too weak to ever learn a fire move... She would never possess the power to find and bond with her prize, her other half... The mere thought crushed hopes and dreams, and--

Wait, what was this?

As she placed one TM in particular on her forehead, something sizzled and warmed her body, a small aura of flame where the TM was placed. It gave a bright flash and was gone from her claws, leaving her without any guidance or knowledge of what had just happened.

Did it... work..? she pondered as she sat in the dark, waiting for something to happen. She stared at the doorway, focusing on the strangeness fermenting in her chest and throat and began to pant. It was hot, yes, but unbearably so, like no heat she had ever experienced. She grimaced and held her belly as the fire within her clawed at her insides, demanding to be released. With a roar of pain and frustration, she obliged.

The stream of fire she created was the most magnificent she had ever seen. It curled and flew upward, revealing the rest of the building that her adept eyes did not catch. It flirted with the ceiling, but withheld from consuming it, merely mocking its vulnerability as it retreated into a smoky mist.

Astonished by her new attack, Delia stood in the empty poke mart, too shocked to know what to do. She had done it.

She had learned flamethrower.

"Stay here and wait for the others. I need to see what she is up to." Koin nodded with sudden intensity as the Charizard wandered into the darkness, leaving a trail of light with his flame. Be safe, Cathal. He prayed for the large lizard; seeing as they only met under the worst of circumstances, the Jolteon could only hope that if they survived this epidemic, or whatever it is, they might continue to live as friends. Settling down and resting his head on his forepaws, the Lightning Pokemon had to revel at how long ago he had met these Pokemon and their adventure had began.

It all started at Mount Mortar, where Delia had first tried to eat him as a Zorua (she's still probably wants a bite out of me...). There were others there, other Pokemon who had ventured out of hiding to come help out in his dilemma. The Gallade that had regally captured him for a good cause, the Glaceon with a kind heart, Delia herself, and Blaze with her motherly personality (of sorts), gathered together and decided to work "as a unit".

Koin sighed, rolling to his side as he let sparks course through his fur once again. Their team ended in horrible timing, as the Gallade and Glaceon mysteriously disappeared, but in return, Sai and Cathal came into the team. Shaking his head out of habit, the Jolteon had begun to pick out flames in the distance. Upon closer inspection, he could see a dancing figure whose ears followed gracefully in the patterns and footsteps.

The building behind the figure had even started to have steam slowly pour out of its windows. Coming to his paws and standing up slowly, Koin narrowed his eyes at the scene. What is this?

“I’m afraid not, I was hoping you would have.” He said as he looked around. “But I do know where we are. Where in a place called ‘The Under’ located in the region of Orre I believe.”
Blaze scowled at this, she'd never been to Orre. It didn't seem much from what little she'd seen of it already.
“Come on, we better go and find the others before something else does.”
"Alright." Blaze out of habit looked around, avoiding the direction of the ampharos's body. With a sigh she headed forward, hating what had happened. If she ever found the pokemon or person responsible for this she'd wring their neck. As she moved forward the typhlosion shivered and her breath let out small mists. She didn't bother with it keeping an eye out for the rest of the tea.. group. And her ears where pricked for Delia, not entirley sure what she'd do once she saw the insane fox again.

Sai let Blaze take the lead since he didn’t know where they where going as much as the next pokemon. And he couldn’t do any real damage to anyone unless he got close to them, what he needed was a long range attack, but he couldn’t learn one unless he levelled up, and he didn’t even know if he could even learn one. But he had heard of things called TM’s that gave pokemon the ability to learn attacks they couldn’t learn on normal level ups. But he had no idea how one of those things worked, but maybe blaze or one of the others did. If he ever came across one of those TM’s, he would be sure to ask one of them how to use it, he just hoped he would find one soon.

((I’m going to have Sai find TM59 in my next post.))

It was dark, Cathal could barely see, but he could smell her. She was nearby somewhere, that psycho Delia, and he just knew she was up to something the way she tore off. As he made his way through the darkness he couldn't help but drift away in his mind. With his sense of sight so diminished, there wasn't much to keep his attention except for her scent. His mind wandered to old memories, of his days fighting and training with Fenix, raising Anubis, the beautiful Kyuubi, and even that little prick Bonfire. They were a family, a ridiculously dysfunctional one, but a family none the less.

When his mind came to the day he lost all of them, of how he had nearly died letting the last two escape, he came to a halt. Clutching his heart he felt a great pain surge through him, but it was not the kind he could easily fix. This pain was heartbreak, a deep emotional wound that was festering in his soul. He longed for Fenix, his dear trainer, and his little brother Anubis. His heart grieved for the one's who had already perished trying to save them. Tears began making their way down his cheeks, their salty scent made Delia's waver in his nose, and it was hard to pick back up on it. He let out a loud, agony filled roar that echoed through the darkness. Despite his tough exterior, his calm mind, his great strength, it was the weight on Cathal's heart that was slowly killing him.

((OOC: Cathal never had time to properly grieve, so now it finally caught up to him...poor dear))