(ACE) The UNDER Team

[//sigh// skip...]

[OoC: Well, for the sake of introducing Israfael easier and for Forrik to be the focus of the party, I'm gonna skip my first turn and let Forrik be killed.]

Cosmic stared down at Forrik, his silver and blue eyes sad. Sucking in a deep breath, the shiny Umbreon's claws flexed, anticipating the attack. "Okay, Cosmic, make it swift so that he can rest in peace." Giving Mathias a bitter glare, Cosmic silently told the other Charizard to shut up. Don't make this harder than it already is, you prick. He thought, clenching his teeth in a silent hiss. Pain flared up from his side, and the wounded Umbreon flinched. His eyes watered from the pain, and he blinked a few times to rid himself of the offending tears.

"Cosmic, Glass, I...I wanted to tell you both that in two years I had been enduring this hell. That for the first time I am glad that I have met you even though it was short. It made me feel as if I was with my family before all this happened." Glass turned her dark red eyes away, unable to watch. She stared at the ground, her eyes sorry as she found it difficult to meet the dying Charizard's eyes. "I should have told you that no matter what, I would have died the same way, there was no stopping it. That's why I jumped in front of that hydro pump. I needed to protect you all from meeting the same fate that has befallen me." Glass let out a quiet 'tch', her eyes shutting tight as through she were trying to block out the Charizard's voice. She didn't need to listen to this, but the Absol found herself unable to block out Forrik's voice.

"Before I finish I need to tell you all something. There is another living being inside down below us. It was faint, but it seems to be still here I can still smell it." Cosmic chuckled, but it wasn't a happy laugh. It was a bitter, sad laugh that was only added as another tear rolled down the Umbreon's face. "You trying to replace yourself already?" Cosmic joked, his voice pinched and hoarse. He went to laugh, but it came out as a barely suppressed choked sob. Sucking in a shaky breath, Cosmic sat down, his muscles beginning to ache as he continued to hold in his Faint Attack. "Maybe its someone your looking for Mathias. All I can say is that its maybe two or three floors down."

Cosmic looked towards the door, glad for the distraction. He didn't want to do this any more, but if he backed out now, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Sighing deeply, his breath hitched as his ribs flared up, the broken ribs making themselves known with a fiery hatred. Something got lodged in his throat and the Umbreon coughed, spitting out a wad of blood in the process. It left a foul taste in his mouth, one that only added to his weighted shoulders. Slumping forwards, the normally proud Umbreon's head drooped, his nose towards the ground as his eyes glowed dimly in grief.

"I'm sorry that I can't stay with you all any longer, I feel as if should I continue following that I might become a mindless undead and worse I'm afraid that I might hurt you all the next time I lose control." Glass knew that it was what the Charizard wanted, but that didn't make it nay harder. They were killing someone. A 'mon who laughed, cried and lived like they had once. A victim of war, forced to be killed by friends in order to protect themselves. It wasn't right. It's this world that isn't right. Not the ones in it. She thought, turning her head and averting her gaze, unable to watch any longer.

"Goodbye Cosmic, Glass, Mathias and even the ones that I haven't introduced myself to. I'll be watching over you." Cosmic got to his paws, hissing slightly as his muscles protested. "I'm ready Cosmic, send me to my family." Nodding glumly, Cosmic lifted a paw, his black claws gleaming dangerously as his Faint Attack spurred to life. "Goodbye, Forrik." He simply said, looking at the Charizard with an apologetic expression. "And, I'm sorry." He added, his voice barely a whisper as he swiped down, looking away at the last second so he was spared the view of his Faint Attack ripping through the Charizard's neck and severing his spinal cord. Finally daring to look back, Cosmic's eyes widened at the sight where his claws had torn through the fire type's skin, and the force had cracked the vertebra, allowing for his claws to sever the spinal cord.

Grief and nausea flooded through the Umbreon, and he had to look away again before he lost whatever there was in his stomach - if there was anything in there at all. Backing away, Cosmic returned to Glass's side, laying down just as his strength left him, and he rolled onto his side, the adrenaline leaving him and the pain from his injuries coming at him full-force. His breathing turned shallow as his muzzle scrunched up and his eyes closed in an attempt to fight off the pain.

"Cosmic?"

The Umbreon opened an eye to stare at Glass, as if to say, 'what?'.

"You okay?" Glass asked, knowing it was a stupid question. She only got an irritated flick of the Umbreon's tail as an answer. "That bad huh?" She joked, and Cosmic glared at her. "You just rest there. We should be fine here for a little while, so you get your strength back." She said, and Cosmic mumbled something incomprehensible, which Glass took as a 'thank you.'

"Mmmm,.....can anyone hear me? Are you all alright?" Turning her attention to the shutters, Glass's eyes narrowed. Another 'mon? Maybe it was that Liepard? Maoving over to the door, the Absol got her nose under it, able to get it on her shoulders as she pushed it up. It seemed her hunch was right - it was the Liepard from before. Making sure that the shutter held, Glass turned around and looked over the group.

... Only to find someone missing.

"Where's HAL?" She asked suddenly, looking around. How could they have missed them going?! It was a fucking Porygon-Z with an egg for christ's sake! How the hell do you just miss that? Snapping to attention, Glass began to look around, but came up with nothing to the whereabouts of the Porygon. "Did anyone see where they went?"

Quickly blinking his eyes, Ryth found himself staring at the white fur of one of the other Pokemon that had been fighting the Poliwrath. With a small nod of gratitude he quickly slipped out from his temporary prison; finding a place to stand off to the side. The room was filled with the heavy scent of blood and carrion which made the feline's lip curl a bit as his stomach gave a painful lurch.

That was when he noticed one of the orange lizards was lying in a pool of it's own blood. It's neck torn to ribbions of muscles, tendons, and bone.  Even if he had not cared for the larger Pokemon he did feel a small amount of sympathy for the large reptile and it's death.

"Where's HAL? Did anyone see where they went?"

Blue eyes turned towards the white furred female who had opened the door for him.

'Hal?' Had that been the smooth looking Porygon that had the egg?

"Glass,"

Ryth's ears perked when the remaining reptilian spoke to the white furred female. He made a mental note of her name and remained silent.

"If what Forrik said was true then chances are we might meet with an Espeon. As for HAL though, I have no idea where he vanished to, but I'm taking a hunch that something must have teleported him away."


When the larger Pokemon began to move, the Liepard fought to keep the fur along his spine from bristling. Reminding himself that the stranger had not made any moves of aggression. That didn't stop him from eyeing them cautiously.

"Looks like we can get out, but I'll wait until Cosmic has enough strength to walk again."

At the mention of another name he tilted his head to the side and looked at the remaining party around him. They all seemed battered but he did notice a dark furred mon lying on his side. The feline assumed that must be 'Cosmic'

"....Does anyone know any healing moves? We could probably fix his wounds enough to move without too much discomfort then. Or....tie some material around his sides to set his ribs if their broken."

"I'm Soris," the delcatty said after a moment, earning the jolteon's curious eye. Soris? "What a unique name," she chirps without even thinking, giving a toothy smile before the same shame burned through her, ruining the confidence. Ciana's ears dropped back immediately, same as her gaze which hit the floor. "I- I mean." What did she mean? What would save this conversation? "Do you know where we are?" she inquired softly. Maybe Soris would be nice, like GLass and Cosmic. But being off to the side did not help her from missing the gruesome spectacle and the sound of dead weight slapping wetly to the floor caused the jolteon to shudder, flinching away as she refused to turn and look.

A black cat was released from a back room as well-- where did he come from and how long had he been there??-- but it was Glass' voice that shot panic through her."Where's HAL? Did anyone see where they went?"
Oh no! "Wait, wait, he was just right here!" Ciana jumped to her feet, ears and tail straight up as she stared wide eyed in shock at the now empty room. "But... but... I watched the egg!" The Jolteon turned, staring desperately at the Absol as her eyes shone from the horror of her own failure.

Forrik interrupted her wailing but the Jolteon's entire body drooped after that. "I swear he was here..."
"If what Forrik said was true then chances are we might meet with an Espeon. As for HAL though, I have no idea where he vanished to, but I'm taking a hunch that something must have teleported him away." An espeon? I coulda been an espeon. Biting back the sharp line of jealously, Ciana instead shot a glance at Soris before moving. Sitting beside the cat, instead of facing him, she was careful not to touch him or encroach on personal space. Maybe I can just sit here and forget i exist.

"....Does anyone know any healing moves?" Ciana did not react, move, or speak. Her type didn't learn anything anyway. "We could probably fix his wounds enough to move without too much discomfort then. Or....tie some material around his sides to set his ribs if their broken."

"What a unique name," Ciana says back with a smile, bringing a burning mixture of shame and some form of delight at the same time. He shouldn't feel pride in his name, it wasn't unique, but...did it count as dismissing what the Jolteon felt, thinking like that? Confusion grinds against his already-stressed brain; half of him wants to run away, the other half wants to stay by Ciana, and thank her for the kind words. The problem was figuring out who was right, and in the end, Soris does nothing. There's no time for an uncomfortable silence to form as the Jolteon's ears drop and her eyes no longer meet his; she stammers a few words that Soris has no idea what to do with. "I-I mean." What? "Do you know where we are?" Oh. Soris' inner self is starting to shrink away, desiring no questions; the acknowledgment from this Jolteon is like a heavy chain wrapped around him. He cannot escape it, nor can he cast off the weight; rejecting Ciana would no doubt hurt her. Do I even really want to stop talking?

"I...don't," Soris responds apprehensively, "I don't even really remember how I got here." As soon as the words leave his mouth, Soris regrets them; that was far too much information to give to someone he's barely met. Besides that, how in the world would he explain having blurry memories of arriving here that didn't sound like a bunch of feeble lies? God, he's set himself up for even more anxiety. His thoughts run at a million miles before something stops them straight in their tracks-the stomach-lurching sound of the Charizard Forrik having his neck sliced through brutally by the Umbreon who had been fighting the Poliwrath. He turns away from the sight of the blood and torn meat. Despite the necessity of the act, and the fact Forrik was only a stranger, Soris cannot help but feel intensely sympathetic for the Fire-type's end. Nobody deserves that...without the adrenaline of being in a fight himself, Soris cannot see the violence as he normally would-that is, with a great deal of apathy.

Soris only halfway pays attention to the Absol as she frees the black cat from before; when had they been trapped like that, and how had he not noticed? The intensity of the situation could be blamed, but Soris knows it has to be because he can barely focus on anything without his mind blurring. He has to stop screwing up like that, it was going to get someone hurt or even killed..."Where's HAL?" Huh? HAL...? Oh, no, wasn't that the Porygon? The one with the egg? Soris' eyes go wide as he, too, sees that the Porygon really is gone. But-he never saw the Normal-type leave, or even try to, and Pokemon like him don't just vanish into thin air. HAL wasn't even a Psychic-type! "Did anyone see where they went?" No...how could I let this happen? One Pokemon couldn't protect an egg all by themselves, and it was entirely possible that HAL had been...taken, somehow. The mere thought sends a needle of fear into Soris, who's anxiety is about ready to break through the roof.

"Wait, wait, he was just right here!" Ciana adds in, positively brimming with shock. Soris looks away, too much of a coward to inject his own words into the situation. It was likely the others already knew he has fucked up, not keeping as close of an eye on the Porygon as he should have. Nobody would want to hear him try to make lame excuses. "But... but... I watched the egg!" You didn't do anything wrong. What were his accomplishments so far? Oh, that's right-not helping to fight the Poliwrath, not taking out the undead Charizard while he had the chance, letting the Porygon vanish while in plain sight...Soris doesn't say anything as Ciana sits down next to him. He doesn't deserve to talk, not even when the Charizard does. Soris stares at the floor dejectedly, fully aware of how much he was not being helpful at that moment. There's gotta be something...just gotta think... He can't sit around and mope forever.

"....Does anyone know any healing moves?" Soris looks up a bit upon hearing that. Perhaps this was his chance to make up for his mistakes. "We could probably fix his wounds enough to move without too much discomfort then. Or....tie some material around his sides to set his ribs if their broken."
"All I've got is Heal Bell," Soris admits, "But I can help find something we could use. There's gotta be something..." This once, the part of him screaming over talking to others is blocked out by the Soris that desires to help others; with how much the Umbreon and Absol have been hurt protecting them, they deserve a break, and some help themselves.

For most of the time he was lost down in this poorly-lit ghetto, he had been slinking around to try to avoid detection of the roaming, horribly loud, reliving corpses of the fierce Pokemon that once used to battle at the coliseum down here. Many of the human bodies scattered around the city and underground base of cipher are many of the now dead peons. It was disgustingly littered now, not just with trash but with some lovely gore mixed in. Israfael felt in his gut to remain in the buildings, especially since his eye was hollow and gouged out. And the chronic, searing pain that came from his scars that canyoned his flesh and muscle. He hadn't been there long, but the scurrying of other living Pokemon were there for a while. He just couldn't find the will or way to get near them.

But finally, he managed to spot them. They were all still, around the somewhat centerpiece of a Charizard, with glowing red eyes. He started speaking as Israfael turned the corner of the building, managing to slink down from the roof, onto a metal dumpster, then off. He couldn't really sympathize with anything being said, but he could feel the solemness of every Pokemon down to his own lonely core, fixated on the Charizard when he delivered his monologue. At the end of his words, Isarafael had a building concept of the goings on, and promptly turned his head and covered his ears as the peculiarly colored Umbreon sliced the dragon's neck open like a stuck pig.

He stayed like that for a while, trembling to try to rid himself of the feeling of seeing, even strangers, having to kill a comrade. He heard the faint squabbling of the group after, trying to recollect after seemingly losing some of their members and a few of their others hurting. Israfael was too timid to try to move to greet them, but he did move into their field of vision, cowering in the corner, hoping that'd be enough for them to notice him. He wasn't really great at introductions anyway. Hopefully they'd notice his eye was gone and his body was weak. Of course, he wouldn't plead for help, but he certainly did need the company. He wasn't going to survive much longer. He also offered a weak, verbal introduction to try to lean them his way.  
"Hello.... Do you need some help?"

[OoC: Apologies, shitty post is kinda shitty, but I have 3 projects to do before Wednesday and 4 finals to do next Monday, so this is about as good as I could muster in 25 minutes. lol. Glad to be on the team though!]

At her question, if seemed that no one had seen DS leave. Did that mean HAL was still in the system, or did they disappear as well? Too many questions and no answers for them. "Wait, wait, he was just right here!" Turning her crimson stare to Ciana, Glass let her eyes soften. It wasn't the Jolteon's fault DS went off. "But... but... I watched the egg!" Moving her broad paws before she even thought about it, Glass crossed the space between them quickly. Sitting down beside Ciana, Glass grinned at her.

"Hey, don't take it to heart, Ci. It stinks that we lost him, but if we can't find him once we leave, perhaps they just went back out into the desert to try and hatch the egg? The undead around this area are still holed up in the next building over, so it's somewhat safe to move out there." She explained, trying to alleviate some of the Jolteon's worries, while also trying to wave off some of her own. Her red eyes slid over to Cosmic, who's side was rising and falling rapidly as the Umbreon fought off the pain. He lay there, curled into a tight ball and shuddering slightly. His silver rings and multicolored markings glowed brightly, casting a bright light throughout the room like a streetlamp.

His eyes shut tight, the Umbreon gritted his teeth, paws gripping the ground as his black claws tried to dig into the concrete. Sucking in another painful breath, Cosmic opened one eye, his vision blurred slightly from tears. Lifting a shaky paw to his muzzle, he was surprised to see it come away wet with salty tears. Was it really that painful? His body had gone numb, and instead it decided at random intervals to remind him that he wasn't dead yet with a flash of pain from his ribs. Gasping lightly, a searing flame ran up his side as his broken ribs seemed to shift with his breath. Perhaps they were healing, then.

A sudden coughing fit wracked the Umbreon's body, and with each violent cough, pain flared up his side and caused the fox to curl in on himself. The was vaguely aware of a large furry white shape beside him - Glass, he assumed. She had probably raced to him as soon as he started coughing. Then there was a broad blue-clawed paw on his shoulder to hold him in place so each cough wasn't as violent, and the Umbreon quietly thanked the Absol with a brief flash of his rings. Specks of blood dotted the ground around his face, but the Umbreon hadn't actually coughed up any blood. That was a good sign then, so probably his lungs weren't punctured.

"If what Forrik said was true then chances are we might meet with an Espeon. As for HAL though, I have no idea where he vanished to, but I'm taking a hunch that something must have teleported him away." Groaning, Cosmic shifted his head so that he could see Mathias through his silver and ice blue eyes. His ears flicked weakly, turning towards the Charizard, then the Liepard. "....Does anyone know any healing moves?" Healing moves..? Cosmic curled his lip slightly, his eyes narrowing. "I'm... Fine..." He breathed, his voice weak and raspy. "I've... Had... W-worse." He hissed, his tail flopping indignantly against the ground. "It, it'll... Heal... Soon."

Glass listened to Cosmic speak, her eyes widening slightly. He sounded like shit, and the Umbreon could barely even lift his head up. There was no way he was just 'fine' with those sorts of wounds. "We could probably fix his wounds enough to move without too much discomfort then. Or....tie some material around his sides to set his ribs if their broken." Glas heard Cosmic's snort from beside her. "If..?" He rasped, glaring at the Liepard. "I... Can tell... You... For a f-fact... That... At... Least... Two... Are... Broken." After that simple sentence, Cosmic's head flopped back down again as the Umbreon continued to work on breathing.

"All I've got is Heal Bell," Looking up towards the Delcatty, Glass nodded in appreciation. At least people were trying to help. "But I can help find something we could use. There's gotta be something..." Sitting down next to Cosmic, Glass looked around the room. "Did anyone find any items we could use? A potion or something?" She asked, her red eyes catching some slight movement in the corner of her vision. Whipping her head that way, Glass was surprised to see another Pokemon - the name of their species was lost to her at that moment, but the Absol protectively stood in front of Cosmic. The last thing he needed was something attacking him.

"Hello.... Do you need some help?" Looking them up and down, Glass took note of the numerous scars on their body. The poor thing looked too weak to even hold itself up, let alone attack them. Letting her guard drop, Glass relaxed, her crimson eyes softening. "Unless you know some healing moves, or know where some items we can use to help are, I'm afraid there isn't much." She said, looking them up and down once more. She would need to get their name shortly, if they were going to stick around, of course.

"I'm... Fine...I've... Had... W-worse...It, it'll... Heal... Soon." The one they called Cosmic rasped through painful breaths.  Ryth stared at him for a moment in silence. His ear giving the faintest twitch in disbelief an skepticism. Did the Pokemon curled on the floor know any healing moves or perhaps regenerative abilities? If that were the case the feline was sure that the other mon would have used it by now instead of suffering with the pain.

"All I've got is Heal Bell, but I can help find something we could use. There's gotta be something..."


Ryth glanced over at the other feline mon and gave a silent sigh. That would be a very useful move in any other situation than this where they needed a wound mending move instead of a cure move. The other pokemon must have known this and seemed to be in some  sort of internal turmoil. "At least we will be prepared if we get poisoned or paralyzed."  He directed at the other tom before hearing a soft voice further away.

"Hello.... Do you need some help?"

The long bodied Pokemon was covered in scars and seemed very frail. Ryth wondered how a creature like that could have survived. Then again it could have been surviving for so long that their body had become that way. "If you have or know where a thing called Potions are I think that would help them. I don't know what they look like so..."  He lapsed into silence when the lizard began to talk, eyeing him still cautiously.  "Glass, I'm going to go find some potions, Cosmic hang in there I'll be back as soon as I can. If anyone wants to join me feel free to it'll be easier to find potions if we work together. As for anyone who wants to stay keep both Glass and Cosmic company they deserve a break."

Quietly he sat down, resting his tail over his paws as he watched the dracul prepare to leave. Ryth would remain with the others over traveling with that creature. Even if it hadn't attacked him.....yet.

Soris looked dejected as he spoke. "I...don't," the cat admitted. "I don't even really remember how I got here."
The Jolteon nodded numbly in response. "Me either," she whispered, barely louder than her breathing.

Glass came over to the pair briefly, trying to cheer up the electric type, but the words meant little to her even though the warmth of the Absol's body was at least comforting.
"Hey, don't take it to heart, Ci. It stinks that we lost him, but if we can't find him once we leave, perhaps they just went back out into the desert to try and hatch the egg? The undead around this area are still holed up in the next building over, so it's somewhat safe to move out there."
Ciana forced herself to bob her head in a weak nod. Maybe that was true. We both know it won't be, though. The Jolteon silently agreed with the voice in her head, dull brown eyes trained on the ground. They're both dead, I know it.

"I'm... Fine..." The Umbreon rasped, clearly in agonizing pain as he fought to just do the simple act of breathing. "I've... Had... W-worse." Ciana had to admire her kin's strength, but Cosmic was just going to die at this rate. She crouched down, pressing her tiny body against the floor. "It, it'll... Heal... Soon."
You're lying. She trembled against the cold, hard floor.

"We could probably fix his wounds enough to move without too much discomfort then. Or....tie some material around his sides to set his ribs if their broken." The other cat spoke, causing a squeak of alarm to bury itself in the Jolteon's throat, bit back before the sound could reach the air. I know nothing about him. She prayed he was not a jerk. Or wanting to rip her throat out in the middle of the night. Paranoia spiked the pins on her back.
"If..? I... Can tell... You... For a f-fact... That... At... Least... Two... Are... Broken."
"Stop pushing yourself to speak," the Jolteon whispered, not entirely meaning to be heard even though she spoke out loud. Her stance did not change and the electric type stared at the ground with a bitter expression.

"All I've got is Heal Bell," Soris added in, only making her uselessness grow. She had nothing. He could heal any bodily wounds or poisons if nothing else. Soris wasn't useless. "But I can help find something we could use. There's gotta be something..."
"Did anyone find any items we could use? A potion or something?" The word 'potion' is what caused Ciana's head to snap up, only to flinch backwards. Flashes of her abusive trainer, the man who would toss her in like raw meat then heal her body over and over with the spray on healing until her skin burned and her paws were numb.

"Ciana, do you want to come with or stay with Glass?" The Jolteon shook her head before realising that did not answer the Charizard's question. "I'll s-stay," she whispers. Not even able to speak clearly. God fuck me.

"Hello.... Do you need some help?" The new voice did not help the small cat's nerves and she quickly crouched back down, her tiny heart pounding painfully in her chest. The creature was a Furret, something she actually recognised from her old home. But those scars... Here she was panicking over the mention of potions but this guy had been carved and fucked up. How pathetic. You're nothing compared to his suffering, you fuck up. CIana fell silent, remaining so as she refused to look at the stranger.

Soris looks away as the black cat's icy gaze turns towards him, discomfort spiking through his matted pelt. Why had he been so dumb as to speak up? Now the others would start acknowledging him even more, and sure enough, it wasn't only the dark feline who looked at him. Breathing is starting to feel a lot harder to accomplish than before, Soris' mind numbly registers. "At least we will be prepared if we get poisoned or paralyzed." Yes, that's great, but could he please look away before Soris' heart gives out? Thank goodness the Charizard provides a distraction from Soris' own poorly-timed words, announcing his intentions to look for something called potions. Whatever they were, they have to be more useful than Heal Bell. "If anyone wants to join me feel free to it'll be easier to find potions if we work together. As for anyone who wants to stay keep both Glass and Cosmic company they deserve a break." Soris would rather shrink away until the ground swallows him up; both of those options didn't sound appealing in the least. But he had offered to find something to help the injured Pokemon, and Soris wasn't about to go back on that. "Ciana, do you want to come with or stay with Glass?" the Charizard asks the Jolteon who was still next to him, not looking even a mite better than before.

"I'll s-stay," Ciana whispers, causing Soris' heart to sink a little bit. He didn't want to leave her; that didn't feel right at all. He never should've spoken up and made that hasty promise. Now Soris was going to have to leave the only one he felt even slightly comfortable around, all to go look for "potions" with a Pokemon that was the same species as another who'd just died. It was to help, or potentially even save another, but that doesn't soothe his growing discomfort. Maybe once he's helped them out, Soris could finally bring himself to head back out on his own.
"Hello.... Do you need some help?" Soris' eyes follow the same direction as the other Pokemon to a newcomer, a long-bodied creature covered in awful scars and wounds. It looks so frail that Soris cannot stop the sympathy that tugs at his heart; those kind of scars were beyond healing, for sure. How had they gotten that way? Had someone inflicted those wounds due to cruelty, or were they just plain old battle scars? It's amazing that they've survived so long. Soris notices that Ciana isn't looking at the newcomer, and wonders why. Did she recognise the species? If the stranger looks like someone she knew...that has to be painful.

"Are you okay?" Soris asks the Jolteon gently.

"Unless you know some healing moves, or know where some items we can use to help are, I'm afraid there isn't much."

"If you have or know where a thing called Potions are I think that would help them. I don't know what they look like so..."

Israfael looked at their faces, getting the subtle body language that he expected from his appearance. It wasn't such a surprise, nor that he was offended. He did look like a complete wreck. He studies all the forms, all the species there and takes in the looks of their faces, then down at the Umbreon on the floor in apparent pain. God... how he knew how that felt. To writhe in pain without the sense of security that it could be helped or cured. His paws shuffled on the ground as he scooted closer, as comfortably as his marred body could.

"If anyone wants to join me feel free to it'll be easier to find potions if we work together. As for anyone who wants to stay keep both Glass and Cosmic company they deserve a break. ... Ciana, do you want to come with or stay with Glass?"
"I'll s-stay."

The ferret finally speaks up as he continues to come over with his lanky, slow limp. "I'm sorry... unfortunately, I have no healing moves but I did see a small potion.... I apologize... I didn't grab it, I didn't think I'd need it." he confessed, "I can tell you the general direction.... In the buildings, about two blocks in.... ... And unsurprisingly, I can't come with you to grab it, I'm sorry again." He reaches the group, sitting up on his haunches into a comfortable but conservative sitting position - back arched to keep his front paws on the ground. "My injuries would slow me down and hold you back." His eyes look to the Absol, blinking with his eyebrows in their usual slightly upturned state, "I'm not sure whether it had anything in it or not, but I suppose it'd be worth a shot if you have the strength and resources to go after it."

[OoC: If anything needs fixin', lemme know.]

Each breath was painful to take, and every time, the Umbreon almost fainted from pain. With a grunt, Cosmic twisted himself around so that his paws were flat on the ground, stretched out in font of him. His silver and ice blue eyes widened as he gasped sharply, feeling something slide back into place from the movement. Breathing in slowly, Cosmic gritted his teeth as he moved to turn his hindquarters back onto the floor instead of being sprawled out behind him. With another grunt of pain, Cosmic felt another rib slide back to where it was supposed to be. He had been right. Two ribs had cracked and were slightly out of place.

Now breathing a little easier, Cosmic sighed, the action no longer causing a stab of pain to shoot up his spine. "Stop pushing yourself to speak," With a grunt, Cosmic shifted himself so that he could see Ciana more easily. "I'm... I'm fine. I think I've-" He winced as a muscle twitched and sent pain flaring up from his side. "I think I've got them back... Into place." He finished with a grunt, his tail curling around him. Craning his neck around, the Umbreon began tenderly cleaning the blood off his fur, taking care not to overstretch himself.

"If you have or know where a thing called Potions are I think that would help them. I don't know what they look like so..." Flicking his ear, Cosmic looked back over to the Liepard. "Think spray bottle. That's... That's what a potion looks like. A small... Spray bottle, often colored pink or... Blue." He explained, flexing the claws on each of his paws. Thankfully none of them had been damaged. "Usually they smell... Sickly sweet." He added, resuming his task of cleaning his fur.

Glass watched as Cosmic slowly groomed the blood out of his fur, and noted with relief that the Umbreon was moving a little easier now. "Ciana, do you want to come with or stay with Glass?" Looking up at her name, the Absol observed Mathias as the Charizard started to move out of the room. "I'll s-stay," Glass grinned at the small Jolteon. "Someone's gotta keep Cos' company, eh? Might as well be us." She joked, ignoring the irritated growl coming from the Umbreon.

"I'm sorry... unfortunately, I have no healing moves but I did see a small potion.... I apologize... I didn't grab it, I didn't think I'd need it." Looking over to the Furret - she finally remembered the name of the species - Glass's eyes softened. "That's fine. You weren't expecting to find an injured group, I presume." She said, taking a seat next to Ciana. "I can tell you the general direction.... In the buildings, about two blocks in.... ... And unsurprisingly, I can't come with you to grab it, I'm sorry again." With a grin, Glass waved a paw in a 'calm down' manner.

"Hey, hey. Don't worry about it. Cos' isn't gonna keel over right now, and Mathias can pick it up on his way back, right?" She said, looking over at the Charizard with a grin. "My injuries would slow me down and hold you back." With an Absol's equivalent to a shrug, Glass hummed slightly. "No worries. You're free to stay and rest here, we're all nice folk. Well, Cosmic's a moody shit, but otherwise, we're all friends." She ignored the annoyed growl from the Umbreon.

Cosmic places his head down between his front paws, sighing lightly as he closed his eyes. The was so tired after the fight, but now that he was sure he wasn't about to keel over and die, the Umbreon allowed himself to relax. The adrenaline drained from his body and within a few minutes, the Umbreon had passed out into a light sleep so that his body could focus on healing. This did not go unnoticed by Glass, who got up and prodded him in the shoulder with a claw, making the Umbreon growl at her to leave him alone. She chuckled and walked back to Ciana.

"I'm not sure whether it had anything in it or not, but I suppose it'd be worth a shot if you have the strength and resources to go after it." Glass nodded, keeping one eye on Cosmic as the Umbreon slept. "We'll see how it goes. As of right now Cos' just needs his sleep. He'll be fine eventually." She said, fighting back a yawn. "I'm Glass, by the way. As I'm sure you know by now, the sleeping Umbreon over there is Cosmic, the charizard is Mathias and the adorable Jolteon is Ciana. The others can introduce themselves." Glass said, giving the smaller Jolteon beside her a grin. She hadn't meant to call them adorable, but hey, she'll roll with it - it's not like it was a lie.

"Think spray bottle. That's... That's what a potion looks like. A small... Spray bottle, often colored pink or... Blue. Usually they smell... Sickly sweet."

Ryth paused for a moment, tilting his head in thought. "What is a spray bottle?"

He flicked the tip of his tail slowly as the others spoke among themselves. His eyes kept wandering back to the newer Pokemon that had appeared. The black feline was equally mortified yet curious as to what had happened to the ferret's body to cause such damage. In this moment he felt grateful that he hadn't had to go through whatever their new acquaintance had.

"I'm Glass, by the way. As I'm sure you know by now, the sleeping Umbreon over there is Cosmic, the charizard is Mathias and the adorable Jolteon is Ciana. The others can introduce themselves."

Ryth's ear twitch at the mention of names, making sure to the memorize the ones he hadn't gotten before. When it came his turn he looked towards the ferret.

"My name's Ryth."

Frowning, Soris finds his focus being drawn to the heavily scarred Pokemon, who was beginning to speak as he limps towards the rest of them. He gives directions, but in such an unfamiliar place, Soris isn't sure if he could find the proper path. "The buildings" was awfully vague...what if there were a lot of buildings? From what he can tell, not a lot of Pokemon are going to be heading out on this little quest; there might not be enough manpower to get healing items in time for the injured Cosmic.
"I'm Glass, by the way. As I'm sure you know by now, the sleeping Umbreon over there is Cosmic, the charizard is Mathias and the adorable Jolteon is Ciana. The others can introduce themselves." Wha-no! The Absol's grin at the Jolteon is a stark contrast to his own deepening frown; Soris didn't want to speak up to this stranger already. They don't need to know his name, right? Right...? Ciana knew it, maybe he could ask her to pass it on for him. But she's shy too. By some uncommon stroke of good fortune, the Charizard is ready to leave at this point, after speaking to the Jolteon; as the dragon lumbers off, Soris slips away to follow.

The place the Fire-type goes too is downright creepy, with its barely-glowing lights and downright filthy, ramshackle appearance. Their search was going to be difficult in this poor lighting, if there even was any potions left...and of course, their path is blocked by a locked, tightly-shut door. Soris looks helplessly at both the door and then up at the Charizard, but even he's not able to open it. Couldn't they somehow force their way through? Charizards are extremely powerful, and his own Double-Edge is at least a little useful. They couldn't just be stopped by a closed door; going elsewhere to search would eat up a lot of valuable time that they can't afford to waste. A  painful lump begins to form in his throat as Soris realises this would involve drawing attention to himself.
"Do you think we can bust it down, somehow?" the Delcatty asks, nervously shifting his paws over and over again. "I've got Double-Edge, at least..."

The furret sat neatly, glancing gingerly between all the Pokemon. The Absol decided to pipe up as he met looks with him again.

"Someone's gotta keep Cos' company, eh? Might as well be us. I'm Glass, by the way. As I'm sure you know by now, the sleeping Umbreon over there is Cosmic, the charizard is Mathias and the adorable Jolteon is Ciana. The others can introduce themselves."

Israfael glanced between all of them as they were called off, and couldn't help but think of what a ragtag group of Pokemon they were. They were all uniquely diverse and seemed to be somewhat out of place in this wasteland underground cityscape. You'd expect to see Garbodors or Radicate scrawling around in the trashbags and filth of the already ruined city, but not these colorful types. The Liepard suddenly addresses him and breaks him of his thoughts about bloodied cities full of zombies.

"My name's Ryth."

"Nice to meet all of you," he offers back, "I'm Israfael. You can call me Rafa for short if you want." It seemed as if the major point they were waiting for was his name, because a moment after, the Charizard and Delcatty shifted around to begin wandering in the place they pointed him towards.

"Take good care of them Ciana, I'll be back as soon as I can. Glass, I'll be back, hopefully the potions are where the furret said they was."

"Good luck. I wish you well." he respectfully nods, and offers them a meek smile of encouragement. Though, he did earnestly wish them well. "Just keep going down this path here, and then go right. It'll be in those really ramshackle buildings there."

They took off after, leaving the group alone to socialize. Israfael said nothing, feeling like a house guest would - looking around about as awkwardly as he would if there were a fighting pair of parents. But he decided to try to keep a relaxed face on... even though his scar pain was flaring just a little bit from sitting.

[OoC: Sorry for a barebones post, having a hard time trying to cope with my real life. Basically homeless and house-hopping between my friend's houses. lol]

Ryth nodded his head towards Israfael as the other pokemon introduced himself, remaining silent. The black feline wasn't one for small talk and decided since it seemed like nothing was going to happen anytime soon, lying down would be best. Shifting himself into a comfortable position, rested his chin on his paws as he watched the others quietly. Part of him wondered for a moment about Israfael's scars but then thought better at asking him the story behind the injuries. Ryth didn't want to pry into someone else's life, especially when it seemed like it might be a sensitive subject. With a sigh he closed his eyes and let his body relax some, allowing himself to fall into a light sleep; ears perked in case the sound of danger came.

"That will work hopefully there's something worth using in there." "That will work?" He-Soris, he'd actually made a decent suggestion? That couldn't be right, and he had expected the Charizard to swiftly reject him. "Uh-yeah, hopefully," Soris stammered; what if his idea did work? No, no, that wasn't right either, but he still could at least try, for the others' sakes. He stepped back slowly to get a running start, and breathed deeply; last time, in a panic, Soris had mistakenly tensed up his muscles for the attack. That couldn't happen this time, unless he wanted to really hurt his entire body-Double Edge was serious business. With a gulp, Soris turned to the Charizard to ask when to start-and saw an unknown Espeon approaching him. Warning bells immediately began to ring out in his head, and red flags waved with them-Is it infected? How strong is it? Psychic types don't need to be up close to kill, what if-

"Hey Bastet its been a while since we seen each other. Good to see you still alive." ...Oh. They knew each other, then. His brain was still racing through around the anxious track though, and Soris eyed the Psychic-type warily, watching for her to make a move. All that happened, though, was a sweet embrace between the Charizard and his friend, one that made his chest tighten painfully. "Mathias, I'm so glad your here. I missed you so much and I was so worried." Was she crying? Wow...the two really did care for each other. Soris could only imagine what it was like to reunite with a friend again, especially after a long time had passed. He probably would have ended up crying too. Halloween, Easter... What he would give to see them even one more time, even if it was only for a little while.

"Oh I didn't get your name Delcatty and this is Bastet by the way, she's my best friend, but more like a little sister to me." Wait, this was their reunion, he didn't have a part in it. His name didn't actually matter, right? Right? It was really endearing that she was like his kid sister-Soris had always wondered what it was like to have one-and it was wrong of him to be a distraction when they'd just found each other again. "You can call me Bast if you like and Mathias is like a big brother to me so he's pretty nice despite his size." Both of their attention being directed at him-no, he'd rather have crawled into a hole and curled up until the world finally ended. But there was no way he could try to leave, that would be rude and unhelpful and he had to help. Soris had offered to help, and even with his entire body feeling like somebody had thrown the tiniest ants possible on it, he was't leaving. "I'm, my name, it's Soris. Good to-it's nice to meet you, Bast," he stuttered the words out quickly, and hoped they'd be at least a little bit intelligible. God, Soris had to sound like a complete idiot. Can't even speak right. What a joke. You're a joke, Soris. Nobody wants you around, you sorry excuse for a Pokemon, nobody. You're an embarrassment and a burden to all of them.

His one saving grace from both attention and his own nasty thoughts was that Mathias had turned to the door instead of him; he must have found some sort of weak point, and even pointed at it for Soris' sake. That was pretty nice of him, and Soris stared right at that spot, not wanting to lose track of it. "Right there by the handle, it should break the lock off as well." Okay. Okay. Soris breathes deeply again, gathering every little scrap of strength he had as the other two backed away from the door. He can do this. He can do this. Breaking into a run upon Mathias' nod, Soris slammed full force at the weak spot of the door blocking their way-and took the entire brunt of the opposite force. He wasn't strong enough to simply break down the entire door, but Soris could hear a harsh snap as he was thrown backwards onto the hard floor. Oh god, had he broken one of his legs, or even his back?! Neck, spine, anything could've been damaged by the blow. Double Edge did not mess around, not at all, it could kill Pokemon if they weren't careful, and he'd gone and used it on a tough-as-nails door. Calm down. Calm down. You're in pain, it's a good sign. Test your forelegs first.

Soris felt relief flood him as his forelegs responded, despite the agonizing throbs going through them. His hindlegs were okay too, somehow...ouch. They were by some struck of luck not broken, but there was no way he was going to be moving around a lot until the pain died down. Right now, he couldn't even stand up properly. "Owww," Soris groaned, and flopped onto his stomach. Really, though, ow didn't even begin to cover it. "D...did I do it? Can you open it...?"

[OoC: Gotta skip. I have no posts to reply to.]

Glass watched as Cosmic twitched and growled in his unconscious state, the Umbreon's lip curled slightly and Glass found herself wondering what he was dreaming about - it wasn't good, she could tell that night. "My name's Ryth." Looking over at the black Liepard, the Absol cached his name away for memory's sake. "Nice to meet all of you," The Furret said softly, and Glass found her eyes wandering over their scars. "I'm Israfael. You can call me Rafa for short if you want." She grinned toothily and gave the Furret a wink.

"Aright, Rafa. Welcome to the team, I suppose." She said cheerfully, but her thoughts were cut off when she looked back at Cosmic, who had let out a quiet, but high pitched whine in his sleep.

The Umbreon was not having a good time, as his claws unsheathed and scraped along the ground in his slumber. His teeth were clenched and his breathing had picked up rapidly as Cosmic was lost within his nightmare.

The Umbreon ran through endless dark corridors, trying to escape from the grotesque creature that was chasing him. As Cosmic rounded another corner, he came face to face with a double-barreled shotgun. His silver and blue eyes widened as the vulpine skidded to a stop, panting heavily.

"Get out of here you diseased mongrel"

Gritting his teeth, Cosmic turned and ran the other way, away from the gun - and straight into the bloated fish of a Poliwrath. Screaming in pain, Cosmic's ribcage cracked and buckled, and he was left at the mercy of the Poliwrath as it picked his limp form up, tossing it down a pit where the Umbreon screamed for help, his claws raking the air as he struggled to right himself. Just as he tured around however, he hit the ground and -

"GAH!"

Cosmic woke up with a gasp, followed by a sharp cry of pain. He sat there for a moment, his breathing ragged and irregular as his eyes glazed over slightly, and he stared straight ahead, his jaws open as he struggled to regain his breath.

"Cosmic?"

Whipping his head around, Cosmic stared at Glass for a moment, unsure, before he blinked, flinching back as his mind brought him crashing back down to reality. Slowly getting up, Cosmic limped over to Glass, leaning up against her side. His entire body felt numb, and soon Cosmic had curled up, his flank pressed against Glass's as the Umbreon shook with an emotion he couldn't pinpoint - fear? Pain? Shock? He wasn't sure. It didn't take long before the Umbreon was starting to become droopy again, and he stared numbly up at Glass, who stared back, and after a moment, Cosmic allowed a small smiled to cross his muzzle. Placing his head on top of his paws once more, Cosmic closed his eyes and with the warmth of the Absol beside him, Cosmic fell asleep again, except this time it was a more peaceful slumber.