(ACE) The UNDER Team

“Would you like an apology? Because that’s no trouble… Just form an orderly queue,”

Ardere frowned as she heard Silva's voice coming from behind her, ears flattening to her head as she tried to block him out. “Listen, I’m not a bad guy. I have my flaws as do most, but I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot. If there’s anything you’d like to know about me, please, do not hesitate to ask. I have no shame – I merely fear boring you,” It took all of her willpower to not even twitch in response, firmly resolute on ignoring the braying beast behind them. She couldn't abide rudeness and he was just one comment away from her whip-like tail smacking him in the face. The Houndoom wasn't aggressive by nature but she values manners, which was something this Arcanine sorely lacked.

She heard Sai coming up behind them and Absinthe's whispers to the reptile which caused her ears to perk up. Where they in danger? Putting her nose to the air all the female could pick up was metal and rust, havoc to a heightened sense of smell. Rust had a nasty habit of ruining a canine's nose if left to the delicate olfactory too long. They needed to get out of here and quick.

Finally the light at the end of the tunnel became close enough to almost touch, the walls lit up with the sunlight outside. As Ardere felt the warmth from the sun she allowed herself a small smile, her eyes sliding closed as a peace came over her. Her egg shifted in its sling, startling her, but a quick once over had her convinced it was secure. Looking back she wanted to make sure the others were behind her before moving on.

((Feel free to have Ardere be way ahead or only slightly ahead of anyone else. She was just trying so hard to ignore Silva she power walked out of there, lol.))

“Would you like an apology? Because that’s no trouble… Just form an orderly queue,” Silva chuckled, but the lingering silence that followed told him that, well, no one else found it funny. In the shadow of the battle Judas hadd witnessed and one of his own kin ditching them in favor of the eternal darkness that surrounded them -amongst other things- no one was really in the mood to take his jabbing humor. It seemed he picked up on this, though, and backpedaled a little. “Listen, I’m not a bad guy. I have my flaws as do most, but I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot. If there’s anything you’d like to know about me, please, do not hesitate to ask. I have no shame – I merely fear boring you.”

Judas' ears perked toward the others, but silence prevailed. Well, if they weren't going to jump on this golden opportunity, he certainly would. "I do," he quipped, tone somewhat neutral. "What's wrong with your face? Or is it normal to flap like that?" He paused to look back at the arcanine, as if to reassure himself that the other canine's face was in fact strange. With the growing light from the end of the tunnel, sure enough, the strange way the skin fell over his mouth was still there, unnerving him. With confirmation in hand, he continued toward the light, moving somewhat spritely to catch up to Ardere.

Staying within the group proved to be.... almost just like any other one the Jolteon had stayed in. The only difference was how the group turned vicious towards the Arcanine instead of the Eeveelution herself. But would it be long? At least Ms. Ardere wouldn't turn on me. Hearing the much older Pokemon talk, literally, over her head, Salama skitted forward, keeping close enough to the Houndoom that her shaggy pelt brushed the new mother's. ...at least I hope she wouldn't. Silva was toying with her, this was obvious even to the young adult, feeling the pressure within the air spike and grow. True to her species' sterotype, Salama felt her pelt stiffen slightly, especially with the Arcanine's last response, as the tension reached new heights. Charging electricity within her slim body, the Jolteon accidentally released a few stray sparks.

It was not even enough electriciy to be any form of attack, but horror coloured her lilac eyes, the youth gasping loudly. She stayed loyally by Ardere's side even as her pace sped up, but then stress brightened her eyes with anxiety. "I- I'm so sorry!" the Jolteon cried, speaking for the first time in quite a while. "W-with all that- I mean I- oh, Arceus, I d-didn't shock you did I?" Rationally, Sal knew that her minor sparks would have flung themselves harmlessly to the filthy ground, if not just disappearing midair, but there was no thing as being too careful.

[If she did feel anything, Phoe, it would have been the equivivlent of somone accidentally shocking you when shaking hands or something. lol If that.]

Sai had hardly kept his eyes off the darkness, he just felt as though something wasn’t right. It was like that time back home before the hunters came and took him away, he felt something was wrong then and it turned out to be true. He hoped he was wrong this time, he didn’t want another fight, not now.
"What's up? Saw something?" Sai almost jumped out of his scales at the voice of the Absol, and he turned to face the four legged creature.
Sai looked at him for a moment before turning his attention back to the darkness. "I don‘t know, maybe." He said turning his head back around to the disaster pokemon. "I hope it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but keep yourself on alert just in case." He added.

After a few moments he shot his head around, he swore he heard something knock over a trash can or something. He bared his teeth in a growl before moving closer to the others so that they where all within ear-shot. "Were being followed, I don‘t know by what, or who, but something is on our tail."
Sai said it laud enough so that everyone in the group could hear, though at the same moment he noticed the light at the end of the tunnel. They where finally getting outside, he almost forgot out the thing behind them if not for the steps that seemed to be getting lauder. Everything was going so well for them, he prayed it wouldn’t be one of those things, he hadn’t seen one since Delia, or that Charizard. He wasn’t in the mood to face one again.

(( There being tailed by an undead, something big, but able to keep itself hidden well. I figured it’d been awhile since we last had a good battle in the team, and why not at the point when there just about to leave the Under. ))

"I don‘t know, maybe. I hope it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but keep yourself on alert just in case." the Absol's own gaze drifted to the darkness. He squinted slightly to look further into the shadows. Suddenly he froze and whirled his head to the direction a clattering sound came from, noticing that the Krookodile had also noticed. "Were being followed, I don‘t know by what, or who, but something is on our tail." Absinthe nodded in acknowledgement, bearing his teeth and letting out a low, raspy snarl. They were almost at the exit, the dim light only a few ways ahead--but at the same time, the noises grew louder.

Protectively he remained near the back of the group, constantly casting glances behind him as he kept his slow trot. "What do you think it is?" he asked, voice quieter than normal. He stopped for a moment, horn glowing a bright purple as he initiated a Swords Dance, rapidly slicing the air in front of him with his blade-like appendage. He resumed his walk when he was finished, eyes sharp and narrowed as he readied a Psycho Cut.

"I do. What's wrong with your face? Or is it normal to flap like that?"

The only one to take up Silva’s request was the smart-mouth Jolteon, Judas turning to him with what many would consider a rather inappropriate question; but rather than anger, the Arcanine only embraced laughter. The chuckle was arrogant, but genuine.
“You’re awfully perceptive, Sparky,” Silva grinned, watching the electric-type trot on ahead to catch up to the female; the latter seeming to bestow on him the silent treatment. Making no effort to catch up and re-immerse himself with creatures already showing aversion to his company, Silva was content to let the echoing surroundings carry his response. “It’s a prosthetic, hides all the damage. An awful accident pretty much destroyed half my face, so surely a little ‘flapping’ is acceptable, don’t you think?” Whilst now wasn’t the time to show-and-tell, stopping the entire group to demonstrate the extent of his disfigurement, Silva made a mental note to show off the wound at a later time. He wouldn’t want to disappoint.

"Were being followed, I don‘t know by what, or who, but something is on our tail."

Silva turned to regard the reptile, noticing his tense demeanour as he announced that they weren’t alone. The canine merely snorted, disinterested in whatever foolish creature had deemed it a wise idea to trail a group of able-bodied survivors. Of course the youngsters wouldn’t be much use, serving their purpose as little more than bait and a distraction, the Arcanine remained confident that they would be safe from harm. If the group’s battling finesse was even half as deadly as their words then there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
“Relax,” The fire-type purred, catching glimpse of the Absol’s quiet preparation for battle. “You’ll get yourself panicked over nothing,” Whilst he couldn’t fault the dark-type’s cautious approach, it all seemed an unnecessary drama to the Arcanine. The undead were a common thing these days, aggressive but ever-so dim pests which Silva had come to accept to a degree most would consider irrational. He saw few as a threat.

(( Please skip, I'm going to be gone almost all day today and probably wont be back till late tonight. ))

The dark-type's eyes were bright and wide, quietly gazing as the shadows as he stepped forward, following the group from the back. He had yet to receive any response to his question. The Absol's mind was clouded with thoughts as his claws tingled in anticipation. It had been so long since he had a good battle--practice wouldn't hurt. “Relax,” the Arcanine's voice make Absinthe look his way. “You’ll get yourself panicked over nothing,” he gave a shrug, the Psycho Cut causing his horn to emit a faint, blue aura. "You can never be too careful." he gave a faint, half-smile. "I've been dying to cut something in half, anyways."

The growing clattering and had grown louder, the being that trailed them obviously getting closer--and rather noisily at that. Absinthe frowned in distaste--what kind of predator in their right mind would make such noisy approach? I take that back, undeads aren't even in their right minds in the first place. He sighed, scowling. They were almost out now, the light to the outside world growing brighter as they neared. He could even smell the faintest scents of fresh air through his nostrils--they were almost free! "Finally, we're almost out of this hellhole." he flexed his claws in excitement. He had missed the feeling of wind against his face,the feeling of moss and weeds between his paws, and the sunsets that barely last over a minute. As homey as the darkness here was, he'd much rather prefer the sun and moon over his head.

((Oh crackerjacks...I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was my turn when I came out of SH. I don't have time to post tonight so just say Ardere finally realized not everyone made it out with her and is very concerned. I will make a lengthy post next round.))

[[Same thing happened to me, Phoe. Please skip ;n;]]

(( I’m going to have to skip too, sorry. Silva’s just looking a little sceptical about this unseen threat. ))

THe Umbreon scoffed, the soft sound swollowed up in the darkness of the Under. She would not miss the ingrates, expecially not the snooty child or the dumb fuck Arcanine. Her rings pulsed faintly with emotion, Yersinia hissing at the memory. Her emotions boiled up to a furious festering hatred, finding no reason to feel anything but for the strangers.

She hated. That was what she did, as sure as the sun shines and the moon glows. FUCK. This. Shit. There was no regret as she turned with a flick of her thick tail, no emotion at all within her as Sin plainly abandoned the group, heading on her own way. At least that is what the masked Umbreon would like to make it seem like. THey wouldn't have accepted me anyway. The child melted into the darkness, giving up completely on the sunlight they searched for.

Salama yipped sharply in alarm, whipping around as the back half of the group seemed to just disappear. "M-Miss Ardere! We've lost the others!" she cried out in alarm, her toice much higher than it could have been. Suddenly worried that her sharp outburst may attract something, the Jolteon snapped her jaws shut. Ears against her head and lilac eyes spooked, Salama's heart fluttered in near panic like a bird against her ribcage. Should be more careful!

Troting away from the Houndoom's side, Salama came across Silva, Sai, and Absinthe. Choosing the long furred feline to hide behind, little Salama stared at the other two intimidating beasts with widened eyes, all too awear of claws and teeth among them. "Wh-what's hapening?" the Eeveelution asked in a shaking voice. Please no monsters!

(( I'm sorry but please skip me again. I'm having a terrible day so far and not in the mood to do much, not even post. I'll have Sai do something next turn. ))

He grumbled quietly under his breath as he realized the others had already made it out, the Absol's form stiff and cautious as he began to pick up his pace. The growling was only growing, vicious snarls and the clang of overturned trash cans beginning to come closer, and at a swift pace. He barely noticed the green Jolteon that had come and hid behind him, his eyes looking down at the emerald fox and mustering a reassuring smile. "Sounds like something's following us." the electric-type was fearful, her voice shaking and eyes showing bright terror as she trotted along with him, and Absinthe couldn't help but feel a little pitiful for the child. The eeveelution had never really struck him as someone fearless or brave, and in an attempt to soothe her nerves, he spoke. "Don't worry--we'll make sure it doesn't hurt you." he tried to smile, at least, as true of a smile his lips let him form. Admittedly the dark-type wasn't the best at making others feel better, but he could at least try.

His head whipped up in alarm when he heard rustling only a few meters away, eyes sharp and almost glowing in the darkness as he let out a soft hiss, claws tapping against the filthy cement floor. Without hesitation he unleashed the Psycho Cut he had been reserving, the attack whipping through the debris and at whatever foe that stalked them. He heard a roar, loud and ear-piercing as a massive figure rammed through the buildings, eyes glowing a bright crimson as it headed straight for them. "Run." he mumbled to Salama, turning a little to face the undead. It was a Rhydon, it's armour weathered and cracked, and it's face scarred and bloody. He watched was a disgusting, purple liquid bubbled from it's jaws, and moments too late did the Absol realize what move it was forming. He attempted to turn around to flee, but felt a searing, hot liquid burn into his pelt--the Toxic effectively hitting him and poisoning him. He grit his teeth, immediately beginning to feel nauseous and sickly. "Mother of fuck." he spat, limping backwards while staring the infected down. "I'll fucking kill you."

Ardere could have kicked herself for not making sure everyone was following her. She had been so focued on ignoring Silva that she ignored everyone else as well, horribly impolite of her. Salama had made it out at the Houndoom's side but she wanted to make sure that the others did as well. Unfortunately, before Ardere could stop her, the little green Jolteon made her way back into the shadows to find their missing group. Her eyes shot back and forth from the mouth of the Under to the sun hanging overhead before closing them and letting out a heavy sigh. Tucking her egg safely behind a stone, covered by brush and leaves, she made her way back into the darkness to fetch the shiny and their friends.

The scene she came upon was a horrifying one, the Absol she always forgot was there due to his constant silence was under assault by a hideous Rhydon and Salama was in the vicinity. Rushing to the younger female's side she gave her a brief glance to check that she was alright before stepping protectively in front of her. “Lead the others out of here! I know you remember the way!” With such a stronger opponent she needed to use a risky move to do any kind of damage so she summoned the best that she could in that situation. Her Foul Play. Her body glowed darkly purple before she charged off, slamming into the Rhydon as hard as she could, thanking her lucky stars that the move used the opponents attack power against them rather than her own.

Its body was solid despite its cracks and weak points so such a physical move did cause the Houndoom to feel a bit of after pain but it was worth it to see the pained look on the Undead's face as well.

 
Silva stood there looking dubiously into the darkness, his platinum stare occasionally volleying across the duo that stood aside him. He hadn’t heard anything, but couldn’t deny the growing scent of decay lacing the air. However, that was to be expected everywhere these days. The pompous Arcanine simply couldn’t see any reason to be fearful – if there really was something trailing them, simply kill it when it came out. He wasn’t going to waste half the day waiting for a timid undead to summon up the courage to act. Snorting loudly, the canine turned away and quickened his lumbering pace after the remainder of the group. But then, the young Jolteon came bounding back into the darkness.
 
 "Wh-what's hapening?"
 
“Nothing,” Silva responded automatically as she passed, disinterested as he trudged onwards. The dark-type in question admitted his concerns to the shiny tyke, but Silva was already past caring. He had lost interest, bored of waiting as he neared the light of day – there muffled words fading into the shadows encasing them. Let them deal with it.
 
However, just as he reached the exit, all hell broke loose. The Houndoom rushed past, his gaze automatically following her swift movements to the half-fleeing, half-battling group within the gloom.
“I’ll be damned,” He muttered to himself, amused that there had been a monster in the darkness after all – a big one at that too. Whilst Silva struggled to fully distinguish the Rhydon at his current distance, he could tell that it was bad news. The creature had already knocked long-locks back and the plucky fire-hound was taken her turn to cause some damage. A slick grin crawled over Silva’s face at the spectacle, the giant canine watching the show from afar. He had no obligation to help – they weren’t his friends and he wasn’t in the mood for battling, but the Arcanine rarely turned away from free entertainment. 

Everything suddenly erupted. Judas had been following Ardere, but his feet had come to simply carry him out of habit, mindlessly following their own whims. So, when the screaming began, he jerked his head upward, fur already bristled to sharp, crackling needles. Turning, he only managed to get a small glance of Ardere dashing off back into the gloom, shouting, “Lead the others out of here! I know you remember the way!” He turned back to the way he was faced, where soft, beautiful light called. Silva wasn't far ahead of him, and the dog looked amused enough to simply stay put and watch. A snarl crossed his features. The simple gesture hit a little too close to home to simply allow Judas to stand there with him. No, he'd already been a spectator...

"Ardere-- wait! We should lure it out of here, get to the light and fight it where we can see it!" But he figured it'd be too late. The other jolteon and Ardere and the quiet absol were already fighting something-- a hulking, rotting bastard of a Rhydon. Though he was already rushing to their aid, he stopped dead when he realized he could do next to nothing against such a hulking beast. His specialty was shocking the shit out of anything that came across him-- but that wasn't an option here. Gulping slightly, he frantically looked around for something in aid, resolving that Silva would likely have to do...

He raced back to the arcanine, panting from the quick excursions. "You--" he began, taking a defiant stance before the weird canine. "Stop being an ugly-ass wallflower and fucking help!" But a movement behind the arcanine caused his furious gaze to stray, and his eyes widened in shock and fear. A glimpse of red mane dipped in obsidian... long, lithe limbs...

Was that...

"....You?"


[[Guess who's back~? Snitch, she's right behind Silva, just so you know~]]

Sai watched as everyone began to make their move on the undead that had been following them. A Rhydon, A large mountain of rock that an almost impenetrable shell. On dear Reshiram, he hoped the others could handle it on their own. The krookodile dared not make a move while he held the egg in his hands in fear that it would become damaged or worse.
He felt the egg shake a little and his eyes widened. “What!? No! Not now, not here!” He shouted. Though the shaking didn’t continue, it was a small sign that it was ready to hatch soon, and what horrible timing this little pokemon had. Sai didn’t want the first thing this new pokemon saw when it hatched be that ugly thing.

Taking in a deep breath, Sai fired his Incinerate at the Rhydon, missing it as it charged at the others. Cursing under his breath he looked around. He had to put the egg someplace safe, somewhere it wouldn’t get harmed, but in all the truth, the safest place for it was in the Krookodiles arms right now. At least then he knew it was safe.
Sai clenched his teeth before opening his massive jaws again and firing another Incinerate. This time he managed to hit it. Sai soon cursed as he had forgotten to check to make sure his friends weren’t in the area or else he mite have hit them.

The Rhydon turned to face the Krookodile, growling as it readied to charge at him. Sai bared his teeth as well. He wasn’t going to be bested by this beast. He was scared yes, scared that the egg mite get crushed, and the little pokemon inside, so close to hatching wouldn’t make it.
“You all get out, I’ll keep it busy before following.” Sai said as he turned to the others. He turned to one of them, he didn’t know who but he wasn’t really paying attention. “Please protect the egg. I think it’s close to hatching. And I don’t want it to get crushed.” He added, placing the egg down as gently as he could before turning around and charging at the undead, ready to use his crunch, as the Rhydon did the same.

(( If something’s wrong with this let me know. And not sure who Sai handed the egg too, so whoever wants to take it for now can. ))

The Absol have a short sigh of relief as the Houndoom joined the fray, her form radiating a purple aura as she charged the behemoth with a Foul Play. The others had rushed to do something as well, shouting out orders or taking a stand against the Rhydon. Looking back towards the exit, he caught sight of the Arcanine, simply watching them with that arceusdamned grin on his face. Absinthe flexed his claws, forcing himself to look back at their foe. The mutt isn't your enemy right now, that rotting piece of shit is. He stumbled in place, legs shaking as his body pulsed in pain--he swore that he felt like his veins would explode any moment. He grit his teeth, narrowing his eyes before his horn glowed a bright blue, swinging it forward as he shot Psycho Cuts towards the undead. It had taken minimal damage, stumbling backwards but easily returning to it's feet as it thrashed and swung it's arms at the survivors.

“What!? No! Not now, not here!” the Krookodile's shout alerted the Absol, eyes wide as he looked towards the fellow dark-type. The egg he held in his scaly hands shuddered slightly, shifting a couple ways before shaking continuously--it was near hatching. The Disaster Pokemon had been so transfixed with the egg that he was nearly caught by the Rhydon's charge, only snapping out of his thoughts a few moments later and rolling out of the way. He jumped back, watching as the crocodile fired an Incinerate, the flames burst and crackled the surrounding area, ravaging the undead's already broken form. Carefully, he skipped around the heat, bearing the pain of his poisoned status as he stood behind the ground-type. “You all get out, I’ll keep it busy before following. Please protect the egg. I think it’s close to hatching. And I don’t want it to get crushed.” Absinthe looked at the egg, shaking on the ground before frowning. In my current state, I wouldn't be much use for a battle, anyways. Carefully, he took the egg in his jaws, long teeth gently cradling the shell as he limped backwards, closer to the exit.


How he even fucking ended up in this hell hole was far beyond him, the spectre groggily looking over his surroundings. He was pretty damn sure that a few moments ago, he had been in the forests of Ilex, overlooking his companions (or at the very least, fellow survivors) and waiting for them to inter into the woods. A few minutes ago he was watching a Arceusdamn Steelix get beheaded by a bunch of insects and it's skull hurtled towards them. "So then...where the fuck is this place?" he was sure that this wasn't Sinnoh nor Johto, never had he heard of an underground city. And of all places that I could've wound up in, it had to be in the only place I didn't know shit about! Grumbling under his breath, he stood, beginning to slowly make his way around the alleys and towards the main streets.

He froze at the sound of fighting, the voices of what he immediately assumed to be survivors filling the stagnant air as the sounds of battle raged. His eye snapped toward the source, squinting in the darkness to make out figures in the distance, along with the bright lights of fire and what he could make out as Psycho Cuts. He hesitated, before quickly floating himself up to a rooftop for a better view. Leaping a few buildings closer, he could see the massive form of a Rhydon, along with a Krookodile, Houndoom, and...a shiny Jolteon? Further back and towards a light there were three figures, too far for him to distinguish species. The Rhydon seemed to be undead, it's eyes glowing a vicious crimson as it thrashed, roared, and charged at the others. "Welp," he sighed, shrugging. "If I'm going to petition to join their little band of misfits, I might as well help them."

Opening his jaws, an orb that glowed with purple light began to form within the confines of his mouth, pulsing and radiating with energy as he aimed towards the undead, before firing the Shadow Ball from above and towards it's head.

[OOC: Sorry this is so late! Been busy packing up since my parents decided last minute that we'll be going to Korea in about a week! ^^; Wasn't sure whether to repost yet or not, so I decided to wait for the round to restart for the time shenanigans lol.]

Her Foul Play helped, but not by much. Even with the brute's own strength she wasn't strong enough to take down a rock type, at least not alone. She briefly wondered why no one else was trying to fight when suddenly Sai was charging in with his jaws wide. Dropping down to allow the croc a free shot Ardere moved to the side, her peripheral catching Absinthe grabbing Sai's egg to keep it safe. She started to move to help him when a Shadow Ball came out of nowhere and rushed past her to the Rhydon, causing the fire hound to yelp in surprise and fall back on her haunches.

"Where...where did that come from?" Peering into the darkness Ardere spotted a wispy figure in the shadows and couldn't bring to mind what had such a form. Troubling as the thought was that there was something else following them at least this one seem more interested in fighting the Undead than them, which was at least one bit of good news. Continuing back to the Absol she called out to him before letting him get away. "Wait! Absinthe! I know your mouth is full so please just listen. The egg I was protecting is nestled outside in a patch of brambles to keep it safe." Looking back towards the Rhydon her eyes shone with worry as the Krookodile took on the enemy alone. "Can you make sure Salama and the egg are safe, please? I need to stay and help Sai..."

While she couldn't leave the male to fight alone she briefly wondered if she would be more than just another target to distract the Rhydon. But it was too late to turn back now. She had already hit it once and pissed it off, might as well see it through.

Salama looked up in distress, her jaws parted slightly as she panted softly. “Nothing,” Silva dismissed the Jolteon, going right on past her without even a second glance, causing the Eeveelution to flinch slightly.  Though he was almost instantly proved wrong as Absinthe finally fired his charged up attack, only telling the child "Run," before racing into the starting battle.

Salama didn't need to be told twice.

Sharply yipping in fear and shock, she fled in the opposite direction of the monsterous undead emerging right from the dark. As her pale lilac gaze met the crimson eyes of the Rhydon, her pelt lifted up with distress. Oh Arceus !! Even as the lithe vulpine fled, Ardere and the giant croc were rushing towards it in the opposite direction. Her  eyes flickered to Silva and away, rushing past him just as the other Jolteon confronted him angerly.

It took her by surprise when the Absol was suddenly very near her, actually running away from the battle as well, but what was most shocking was the egg nestled securely in his jaws. Which of them gave their egg to Absinthe? Sal wondered quickly before suddenly the Houndoom was calling out to the Absol.

"Wait! Absinthe! I know your mouth is full so please just listen. The egg I was protecting is nestled outside in a patch of brambles to keep it safe." Salama slowly hid in the shadow of the white feline as Ardere spoke, listening as she spoke above her. "Can you make sure Salama and the egg are safe, please? I need to stay and help Sai..." Once again taken back by the concern in her words, the Jolteon nodded before Absinthe could respond. "We will get your's and Sai's eggs out safely, Miss Ardere!" Puffing out her chest with new importance, she chirped, "Come on Absinthe!" before rushing off in the direction of Miss Ardere's own offspring.

Find it safely nestled where she said it would be, the Jolteon waited for the Absol and taking his own example, gently picking up the egg in her own jaws, careful to shethe her teeth.

The Absol have a short sigh of relief as the Houndoom joined the fray, her form radiating a purple aura as she charged the behemoth with a Foul Play. The others had rushed to do something as well, shouting out orders or taking a stand against the Rhydon. Looking back towards the exit, he caught sight of the Arcanine, simply watching them with that arceusdamned grin on his face. Absinthe flexed his claws, forcing himself to look back at their foe. The mutt isn't your enemy right now, that rotting piece of shit is. He stumbled in place, legs shaking as his body pulsed in pain--he swore that he felt like his veins would explode any moment. He grit his teeth, narrowing his eyes before his horn glowed a bright blue, swinging it forward as he shot Psycho Cuts towards the undead. It had taken minimal damage, stumbling backwards but easily returning to it's feet as it thrashed and swung it's arms at the survivors.

“What!? No! Not now, not here!” the Krookodile's shout alerted the Absol, eyes wide as he looked towards the fellow dark-type. The egg he held in his scaly hands shuddered slightly, shifting a couple ways before shaking continuously--it was near hatching. The Disaster Pokemon had been so transfixed with the egg that he was nearly caught by the Rhydon's charge, only snapping out of his thoughts a few moments later and rolling out of the way. He jumped back, watching as the crocodile fired an Incinerate, the flames burst and crackled the surrounding area, ravaging the undead's already broken form. Carefully, he skipped around the heat, bearing the pain of his poisoned status as he stood behind the ground-type. “You all get out, I’ll keep it busy before following. Please protect the egg. I think it’s close to hatching. And I don’t want it to get crushed.” Absinthe looked at the egg, shaking on the ground before frowning. In my current state, I wouldn't be much use for a battle, anyways. Carefully, he took the egg in his jaws, long teeth gently cradling the shell as he limped backwards, closer to the exit.


How he even fucking ended up in this hell hole was far beyond him, the spectre groggily looking over his surroundings. He was pretty damn sure that a few moments ago, he had been in the forests of Ilex, overlooking his companions (or at the very least, fellow survivors) and waiting for them to inter into the woods. A few minutes ago he was watching a Arceusdamn Steelix get beheaded by a bunch of insects and it's skull hurtled towards them. "So then...where the fuck is this place?" he was sure that this wasn't Sinnoh nor Johto, never had he heard of an underground city. And of all places that I could've wound up in, it had to be in the only place I didn't know shit about! Grumbling under his breath, he stood, beginning to slowly make his way around the alleys and towards the main streets.

He froze at the sound of fighting, the voices of what he immediately assumed to be survivors filling the stagnant air as the sounds of battle raged. His eye snapped toward the source, squinting in the darkness to make out figures in the distance, along with the bright lights of fire and what he could make out as Psycho Cuts. He hesitated, before quickly floating himself up to a rooftop for a better view. Leaping a few buildings closer, he could see the massive form of a Rhydon, along with a Krookodile, Houndoom, and...a shiny Jolteon? Further back and towards a light there were three figures, too far for him to distinguish species. The Rhydon seemed to be undead, it's eyes glowing a vicious crimson as it thrashed, roared, and charged at the others. "Welp," he sighed, shrugging. "If I'm going to petition to join their little band of misfits, I might as well help them."

Opening his jaws, an orb that glowed with purple light began to form within the confines of his mouth, pulsing and radiating with energy as he aimed towards the undead, before firing the Shadow Ball from above and towards it's head.

[OOC: Complete repost, no changes. :B]

 
Silva stood there looking dubiously into the darkness, his platinum stare occasionally volleying between the duo that stood aside him. He hadn’t heard anything, but couldn’t deny the growing scent of decay lacing the air. However, that was to be expected everywhere these days. The pompous Arcanine simply couldn’t see any reason to be fearful – if there really was something trailing them, simply kill it when it came out. He wasn’t going to waste half the day waiting for a timid undead to summon up the courage to act. Snorting loudly, the canine turned away and quickened his lumbering pace after the remainder of the group. But then, the young Jolteon came bounding back into the darkness.
 
 "Wh-what's hapening?"
 
“Nothing,” Silva responded automatically as she passed, disinterested as he trudged onwards. The dark-type in question admitted his concerns to the shiny tyke, but Silva was already past caring. He had lost interest, bored of waiting as he neared the light of day – their muffled words fading into the shadows encasing them. Let them deal with it. 
 
However, just as he reached the exit, all hell broke loose. The Houndoom rushed past, his gaze automatically following her swift movements to the half-fleeing, half-battling group within the gloom.
“I’ll be damned,” He muttered to himself, amused that there had been a monster in the darkness after all – a big one at that too. Whilst Silva struggled to fully distinguish the Rhydon at his current distance, he could tell that it was bad news. The creature had already knocked long-locks back and the plucky fire-hound was taken her turn to cause some damage. A slick grin crawled over Silva’s face at the spectacle, the giant canine watching the show from afar. He had no obligation to help – they weren’t his friends and he wasn’t in the mood for battling, but the Arcanine rarely turned away from free entertainment. 
 
For a moment, Silva’s brow descended to cast shadows over small eyes, narrowed at the sensation of déjà vu. Somehow he knew Judas was about to run past after Ardere only to come skulking back to reprimand his own lack of participation.
 
"You-- Stop being an ugly-ass wallflower and fucking help!"
 
Thick fur instinctively quivered, the powerful canine’s muscles restless for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t Sparky’s demands or charming insult – rather something shifting in time itself. His eyes lingered on the Jolteon a moment, trying to tell whether he was alone in this observation only to witness a complete shift in the male’s expression.
“Sparky? …You okay there?” Silva, tilting his grand head as half a smirk played on his lips, paused at the electric-type’s disbelieving utterance. He was looking somewhere over the shiny’s shoulder. Just as Silva was about to turn and follow his company’s gaze to the lurking stranger, the Rhydon’s bellowing snatched his attention away. The young shiny and the hippy Absol were running away, apparently adopting the role of egg-sitters as the hound, the croc and a new face was left battling the beast.
 
Rolling his eyes, Silva gave a defeated huff.
“Got to do everything around here, haven’t I?” He snickered, completely at ease considering the rather chaotic events around him. In fact, Silva found the whole scenario rather amusing. Still, considering Sparky had asked so nicely, there would be no harm in lending a paw.
 
Brushing past the Jolteon and jogging towards battle, Silva greeted his comrades with an almost charming smile, speed increasing as he neared the undead. He liked to make an entrance after all. Eyes flashing red as his attack built, the Arcanine soon slammed into the Rhydon with a powerful Close Combat attack.
 
(( Wow, it’s been absolutely ages since I’ve posted for Silva. Really not sure whether I was meant to repost or not, but I re-posted anyway and added a generous amount to the end considering I’m really behind with all the action. Dx ))

Salama looked up in distress, her jaws parted slightly as she panted softly. “Nothing,” Silva dismissed the Jolteon, going right on past her without even a second glance, causing the Eeveelution to flinch slightly.  Though he was almost instantly proved wrong as Absinthe finally fired his charged up attack, only telling the child "Run," before racing into the starting battle.

Salama didn't need to be told twice.

Sharply yipping in fear and shock, she fled in the opposite direction of the monsterous undead emerging right from the dark. As her pale lilac gaze met the crimson eyes of the Rhydon, her pelt lifted up with distress. Oh Arceus !! Even as the lithe vulpine fled, Ardere and the giant croc were rushing towards it in the opposite direction. Her  eyes flickered to Silva and away, rushing past him just as the other Jolteon confronted him angerly.

It took her by surprise when the Absol was suddenly very near her, actually running away from the battle as well, but what was most shocking was the egg nestled securely in his jaws. Which of them gave their egg to Absinthe? Sal wondered quickly before suddenly the Houndoom was calling out to the Absol.

"Wait! Absinthe! I know your mouth is full so please just listen. The egg I was protecting is nestled outside in a patch of brambles to keep it safe." Salama slowly hid in the shadow of the white feline as Ardere spoke, listening as she spoke above her. "Can you make sure Salama and the egg are safe, please? I need to stay and help Sai..." Once again taken back by the concern in her words, the Jolteon nodded before Absinthe could respond. "We will get your's and Sai's eggs out safely, Miss Ardere!" Puffing out her chest with new importance, she chirped, "Come on Absinthe!" before rushing off in the direction of Miss Ardere's own offspring.

Find it safely nestled where she said it would be, the Jolteon waited for the Absol and taking his own example, gently picking up the egg in her own jaws, careful to shethe her teeth.

Judas couldn't believe his eyes. Peeking just out from behind Silva's fluff, a familiar red and black mane poured from a vulpine mount. Crimson eyes twinkled in the sharp contrast of shadows, the daylight outside blackening the newcomer's form into nothing more than a silhouette with eyes. But no... this was no newcomer. As he stared into those eyes, he recognized them with a sharp stab of fear and horror-- that was the same monster that had terrorized Koin and the other pokemon. The same demon that had managed to rip apart an entire pack as he merely watched from the sidelines. And here she was... back again.

“Sparky? …You okay there?”

Judas lifted his head to Silva's voice, eyes still wide with fright. But he quickly dismissed the arcanine's question, wanting to keep his sights on the zoroark that had somehow resurfaced. But as he flicked his gaze back down, the silhouette was now alarmingly missing. Flinching, now rendered momentarily mute and paralyzed, he couldn't even shout to stop Silva from rushing off and actually doing what he'd previously asked. Of course the one time that asshole would listen would be when there was a psychopath literally right behind him.

After his initial shock and terror were out of the way, Judas began to flinchingly try to spot the dark fox, waiting for her claws to sink into him next. I thought... his mind whimpered pathetically, I thought she left-- I thought she was gone! Why'd she come back?! Was it for Koin? Will... Will she think I'm him?! While he didn't particularly want to see a fellow jolteon get mericlessly tortured and slaughtered, he certainly didn't want to endure it himself. But the mere thought of self-preservation sent a knife sharper and more lethal than any of that demon vixen's claws into his very soul; self-preservation was what led him to betray the people closest to him. Would he even deserve that right? The right to flee and try to save his life? Surely not. Nevertheless, one quick glance at the over-abundance of darkness was enough to get his legs moving back toward the others. He could at least do something to try and save the others, as well as his own hide. Leaping over the scattered debris, he was quickly reminded that the others were handling a different sort of business all on their own.

"Shit!" he cursed, running to Ardere and Sai, the two that would know the bitch he was talking about. "Guys!" he cried, frantically still looking for those haunting red orbs, "She's back. That demon fox-- the one that was after Koin and hurt you, she's back! We have to get out of here!" Dodging a stray bit of falling rock by flinging himself out of the way, he looked back to them in a panic, then once more back to the abyssal void. She could literally be anywhere...

--

Delia had wandered, running, through so much, she wasn't sure where she was anymore. The last thing she could remember was pain, fire, and awakening in soft, cold snow. Something drove her away from it, pushing her through a cruel blizzard, mountains, forests and most recently, a never-ending desert. She was parched, her thick mane making it difficult to stay cool and hydrated in the unrelenting heat. The strange pokemon she'd met along the way were less than helpful, either running from her or trying to maul her. Of course, she'd done the only thing she could have-- run. Lost, hungry, thirsty, miserable and alone, she was now a simple wandering vagrant, hopeful she'd find something to keep her going. She'd found something to give her hope, though: voices.

Her keen ears picked up what sounded like an argument or crisis nearby, calling her toward a hole in a wall-ish sort of thing. She wasn't too familiar with the strange, unnatural landmarks, but this was definitely an entrance to something, at least. Whatever she was hearing was inside this strange archway, and as she entered, she soon saw a big butt of fluff. Ears perking, she trotted forward, silently as she could, as to not interrupt whatever was going on. Too soon that she did, did she hear a terrible roar, putting her fur on end. Looking forward, she spotted just what had been yelling earlier: a jolteon, who looked as terrified as she felt. Flinching at the fact that she'd been spotted so soon, she bolted away into the dark, unsure whether they'd attack her too. But soon enough, the two went off on their own, leaving Delia free to find out just what was going on for herself.

It wasn't hard to find out. A giant Rhydon was tearing the place apart, its terrifying visage causing the zoroark to flinch backward. But amidst the chaos, she heard something about an egg, and someone asking to retrieve it. An egg?! she thought, horrified. An egg is in this terrible place?! Whimpering, she watched as a little green jolteon -how many were in here?- rushed off to abide by the -what she guessed to be- mother's wishes. Unable to sit and watch much longer, but lacking the courage and fortitude to ride out into the battle, she slipped through the dark and followed the green jolteon, wanting to help. It didn't take long, and soon she was right behind the electric fox just as she turned with the egg in han--... mouth.

"Uh--" she began awkwardly, her long snout nearly in the other's face. Whimpering, she gulped and started talking. "I-I wanted to help... I heard you talking with another and I figured I could help carry the egg since I have hands and I really don't know where I am, but I thought maybe if I helped and you had your mouth free you could tell me and I'm really thirsty and this is really, really awkward and I'm sorry--" A loud crash cut her off, causing her to look back at the sound's origins and then back to the brightly colored jolteon. "We don't have a lot of time! Please, you'll be able to run better without it!" She held out her claws, her expression on the desperate side. She only hoped this jolteon would trust her...