The GATEON Team

"Well... where should we start?"

The Furret glanced back at Dave, sniffing the air and his tail twitching slightly. "Hm, tough question..." He mumbled, his eyes darting from side to side and across the city. Suddenly, something didn't feel right. There was something, or someone, watching them. Right before he was about to tell Dave, Dave swiftly fired a Charge Beam at an oncoming undead Skarmory, who's facial expressions clearly showed signs of confused anger as he screamed loudly and reared back, giving enough time for Dave to body slam him, though they attack didn't faze the undead steel-bird.

"Dave, let me help!" Alex yelled, though he knew he couldn't do much, he wanted to try. Yet, before the long body pokemon could even move an inch the avian swooped down and started heading towards Alex. Dave, who took quick action, yelled something Alex didn't understand, jumped and pushed Alex out of the way and putting himself in the spotlight of danger. The Skarmory slashed into his side, and flew back up. Alex quickly got up and ran to his friend, leaning down beside him. "Shit, shit, shit!" He screamed, turning his head around and looking for Viator or Taro. It was unlike him to act like this, he just had a special connection with Dave, something he had long forgotten until now.

Alex grabbed Dave's shoulder and attempted to shake him awake, his efforts failing however. He stands up and gets in a fighting stance; no way I'm leaving this Skarmory without a fight! Though his thoughts were quickly dismissed as Taro burst out of nowhere and Skull Bashed the Skarmory into the surf. She quickly came over and picked up a squirming Alex by the scruff. She placed him down under her and examined Dave.

"... Will he be alright?..."

Dave's senses went numb for a brief moment until he felt Alex shake him. Dave slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Taro standing over him. The sight made him jump a bit. "What the?" He got up from underneath her and brushed himself off, as he looked at the gash caused by the Skarmory.

He noticed a Braviary was just standing around, looking at him. Dave was confused by this. Weren't undead supposed to be, you know, dead? The bird, however, was more interested in Dave's scarf than the Ampharos. The bird tried to grab it, but Dave gave it a Thunderpunch warning.

Now the Braviary wasn't pleased at all.

The bird attacked Dave quickly. The electric type was impressed by how fast the undead Braviary was. However, his curiosity was soon gone when the bird charged after his scarf. The bird grabbed one end while Dave grabbed the other, and it became a tug-of-war between the two. However, Dave gave up when he saw the scarf was tearing. It was a gift to him from Kelly, as a 'thank you for your protection'. He couldn't let a gift from her get wrecked by an undead.

The bird pulled him in closer and grabbed him with its talons. The bird sunk its talons into Dave, making him bleed more. Suddenly, the bird began to fly, taking the Ampharos with him. Dave charged up all of his remaining inner energy and packed his fist with a powerful Thunderpunch to the bird's side. The bird let go. Dave hit the ground with a thud. He didn't fall from a height high enough to kill him, but high enough to cause some nasty damage.

Dave was losing consciousness. He looked at Taro and Alex and had eyes of fear, innocence, and desperation. "H-help me..." he weakly called out to them. He hoped they would find a way to keep him alive as his vision became black and he slipped into unconsciousness once again...

(OoC: Yeah, he's gonna be out for a little bit...)

The Automaton pokemon shifted as he looked around. He spotted a metal sheet that was from some siding that lead up a roof like a ramp. He prepared a Mega Punch on his right arm, a Shadow Punch on his left. This is it...Gotta make this count... he thought to himself as he clenched his hands into fists. There was a determined surge in his bodily energies before running up the sheet and onto the roofs, moving carefully and swiftly, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

As he bounded, he spotted Taro charging forward toward where the scream came from. The Golett shifted and picked up the pace. Things couldn't go down with a death. He didn't need anyone dying on his hands. Then his target came in sight. A Braviary shifted and flew backward as it was recovering. Viator charged and leapt forward. The bird only caught a glimpse before Viator's fist was in its face, the Mega Punch cracking the bird's beak as it staggered. The Golett dropped down in front of the trio, his face toward the foes.

"... Will he be alright?..." Taro looked at Alex. The worry in his face was great, but Taro smiled at him softly. Yes, he'll be fine dear. She grunted as the undead continued to attacked her back. She turned to Alex, Stay under me alright? You'll be safe that way. Just as she finished she watched as Dave came out from under her.

She watched as Dave battled an undead Braviary. It seemed to be after Dave's scarf, but Taro watched in horror as Dave was dropped and landed on the ground. She nearly charged the bird with rage, but the Golett attacked first. She eyed the Golett before she turned to Alex, Alex, I need you to go protect Dave, while the Golett and I deal with the bird.

Taro pawed at the ground with her hoof as she readied her Skull Bash. Then she charged. She jumped at the bird as it tried to evade the Bouffalant. Taro wasn't going to let that happen. As she jumped, she grabbed the bird by it's leg and flung it toward the ground and dived head first into the bird. The area was filled with the load sound of cracking bones. Taro got up from the undead as it screamed in pain. Blood gurgled from it's mouth as it went silent and Taro turned to the undead flock and let out a load moo-ish sound in a warning, Leave now or that'll be you on the ground! Taro yelled at the undead.

([ooc:skip])

(Skip. Dave's unconscious...)

The shadows. If you paid attention you would see them move. A whisp of smoke over there, a pair of glowing eyes shining red and bright from the other.
Despite the heat from the afternoon sun, the shadows were not receding in the least.
The bleak emptiness that seemed to cling to the small crevices--under a lone tree of beneath a pile of rubble-- would mess with the eyes of any whom glanced at them. A seemingly unnatural pulseation there.

But in reality, the shadows were actually growing.

Watching the scene before her, the Harbinger was completely submerged in her shadows. A pair of impossibly bright red eyes and a mad grin on her malformed face.
Her lips pulled up so far, showing the mental instability within her rortten mind.
A high giggle rippled from her lips as she melted into the shadows again. "Soon..." she purred to herself as the Braviary came from the sky.

Her form disolved into the shadows, coming back to beneath the building they all gathered at. Long whispy arms swaying gently at her arms, weapons posed to strike with death as soon as required to.
As the cow struck down the undead, her gaze flickered to and fro. One captured her intrest.
The other ghost.
The Golett.
The Mismagius allowed her mouth to open slightly in a crazed glee, a cry building deep within her throat. She would make her presence know, that she would.

Instantly, the shreiks were ripped from her throat. The cries and terrible wailings of the average Mismagius had nothing on the infected witch.
She could see her screaming bring all of theose still standing to their knees, unable to keep up against the intensity. "I WILL MAKE YOU MIIIINE! I WILL TAKE YOUR TIIIIIIME!"

Then it was time to strike. "I WILL MAKE YOU FRY!" she cried out with her siren wails, a sudden orb of electrical energy forming seemingly from thin air.
The Mismagius allowed her body to become completely visible, now a floating body accompanied the pair of crazed eyes.
The Charge Beam shot out then, the attack so powerful that it tore through the building, causing massive dmaage to the structure as the electrical beam smashed right into the undead bird.
The Braviary screamed out in terror and pain despite the infection, his own howls only adding pleasure to the Harbinger as her own cries intensified.
"I MADE YOU CRY!" she finished her chant with a loud, booming laugh. Her cackling oozing the mental instability as she reveled in how the weak died so easily.

Then was time to strike.

While the entire group was gaping at the disintegration of the massive bird, the Harbinger's eyes turned to the Golett. The wails had stopped, but she could still see the echoes of agonizing pain pulsing through the minds of the living simply in their expressions.
Suddenly two massive shadows detached themselves from the hiding place of the Harb. They strung out, even going out into the harsh sunlight.
Oil stains stretching across the tiled ground, they soon began to show clear appendages flowing out at the end, fingers coming off of the hands.
The Shadow Sneak grabbed the Golett before it could react.
He cried out in shock as his great metal chest smashed against the ground, the shadowy hands literally dragging the duel type to his hell.
But it was far too late by then.
He was doomed.
The Harbinger's eyes lit up in her madness, watching the prey struggle and cry out as he was dragged closed and closer to his doom.
The Harbinger allowed her body to begin to disolve again.
Blending slowly into the shadows as the Golett was rouchly brought into the building.
her arms, torso, hat--all disolved until there was only a pair of maddened eyes and a grinning mouth. She faded into the shadows completely, draggining the Golett with her.
Taking her kill with her, the shadows all returned to normal.
The dark receaded, the atmosphere calmed, as the witch took her sacrifice.

(Skip please. Taro's just fighting the undead)

Alex stood near Dave as he watched Taro fight the undead, bravely and viciously at the same time. He took at moment to look at the Ampharos, who lay there, looking like really dead... He knew he wasn't dead, however, Alex put his ear against Dave's chest and listened to his pounding heart beat. If they didn't get help soon though he would be dead. The Furret started to get frantic, looking around over and over, he couldn't see anything at all that would help him. No no no! I can't loose another friend...

Then he saw it.

A shadow. It was moving, slowly but surely, towards Viator, who was completely unaware of the occurrence. Alex was about to warn him, trying to yell but his voice was broken and dry. All he could do was watch, his legs frozen in place. The Shadow arose, grabbing Viator who screamed out for help, and dragged him all the way to a building, slowly dissolving as it went farther from the group. "VIATOR! NO!" His voice finally let out as he stumbled into a run, his bloody paws smacking the ground as he fell the all fours, thud thud thud.

But it was too late.

Before Alex knew it, his friend was gone. Another friend. Gone. A tear formed in his eye, and knowing he couldn't morn much longer, he immediately ran back to Dave, who still lay on the ground. He couldn't stand it much longer. Soon, Dave could be gone too. Looking over to the side, he spied his old friend Jakob. Making sure Dave was safe, he ran to him. Grabbing it and hugging it. He started to cry softly. This wasn't right. Slowly turning, he noticed another large undead bird heading towards Taro, and without thinking, he threw Jakob at the bird, hitting the side of it's head and catching it's attention. Though the bird started heading towards Alex himself, and he knew he was done for, only one thought could enter his mind...

Goodbye, Jakob...

(Please skip me, since Dave is still unconscious. I give anyone permission to move Dave if they want to)

Aleena hated this city.

She didn't have to know where she was to hate it, either, and nothing could make her hate the place less. It could be filled with gumdrops and ice cream, and she would still despise this place.

The sun was burning brightly overhead, but she felt no cheer from the sunlight as she usually did; it was too hot and bright. She was hungry and tired; another night spent tossing and turning, afraid that every moment she lay there was another moment closer to being eaten. The one thing she longed for above all else was so far out of her reach it made her sick.

Home... oh, girls, I hope you're faring better than I... Captain, you idiot, you had better not get yourself killed...

Her ears perked at the sound of Pokemon and for a moment she stood perfectly still in shock before bolting over to the source of the sound.

What she had heard was screaming, and hell no it did not sound good.

Rounding a corner, her mouth dropped open at the sight of an undead bird and something being thrown at it. At first she thought it was a doll. A bloodied doll, but a doll.

Then it landed on the floor with a thump too solid for it to have been a doll. Not to mention now she could smell it, and dolls definately did not smell that horribly bad.

But... that's... it can't have been... IS THAT A CHILD!?

The thought barely had time to register; the undead was now glaring at the Pokemon who had probably thrown the Pichu at it... a Furret, and clearly a child himself.

The undead started for the frozen normal type, and that's when Aleena promptly chucked all rhyme and reason straight out the window.

The Cinccino opened her mouth and let out the loudest Hyper Voice she had ever managed, boosted, perhaps, by her state of mind.

This thing wasn't touching an innocent little boy without going through her, first, oh no it was not!

"Lookie lookie lookie!"
After his brief outburst, he began leaping from building to building, looking down at the people down there. There was an undead bird.... indeed it looked fun. He had a height advantage on it too... What fun! What bird was it anyways... In his mind he felt there needed to be some plot action. Though this was no way fake, he felt this was totally alright.

"I'm a main character as of now.... I'm sure this will turn out fine...."
After his brief moment of total insanity, he gave a fun laugh and leaped upon the back of the bird, grabbing its feeble attention. He hacked at its face, making it look back at the ground, where it was flying. With a screech, it gave a mighty flap and began to go up, up, up....

"Well I'm fucked now... wait.. was that out loud? That was supposed to stay in a Thought Bubble!"

He grabbed the birds head and gave it a twist, causing it to cry out in pain, forcing to descend again. It was like he was giving it flying lessons. By tugging its head, he forced it left, right, backwards, and did loops, smirking all the while. Though he was crazy, and in no way believed any of this to be real, the simple fact was if he failed and did something wrong he'd be sent hurtling to the ground...

"I think you look thristy... but thankfully..."
He turned to the Cincinno and gave her a big thumbs up.
"WATCH ME MOMMY WATCH ME!"
Cackling like the crazy person he was, he snapped the neck of the bird, making it crash into the water. Once it crashed he leaped away, landing gracefully in front of the Cincinno.

"What a splendid Boss Battle that turned out to be...Oh! Where are my manners... hello there. You have just witnessed a performance by The Mask for Your Task, The Guy that Just Won't Die....DEADPOOL!"
He imagined fireworks after his introduction, but saw and heard nothing, and looked up at the sky and scoffed.
"Who's the cheapskate who forgot my fireworks?! This production needs pyrotechnics!"

The Bouffalant watched as Alex threw Jakob at an undead and it charged at him. Her body tensed and her vision turned red as she mooed and charged. Only to get an ear full of Hyper Voice. She looked to see a Cinccino, she turned to look at the undead. She growled, clicked her hooves on the concrete and charged. YOUR FIGHTS WITH ME UNDEAD!

She lowered her head and felt her defense get stronger as she readied her Skull Bash. When she hit the undead it literally went flying in a sickening spin. Taro mooed in victory as she picked Dave up with her horns and layed him on her afro. She walked over to Alex, Get on my back, quickly. She motioned for the Cinccino to get on as well.

Then she saw the Weavile attack and killed some of the undead. She mooed at his strangeness, but sighed, Come on! We need to get out of here now! The Bouffalent spoke with a slight rage in her voice, but once the others were on her back, she started off toward the lighthouse.

(Had permission to pick up Dave)

His eyes darted from side to side, promptly looking for the source a loud hyper voice. His ear twitched, the undead bird had stopped for a moment after the hyper voice had sounded. Alex turned around, his gaze turning to a determined Cinccino, probably set on saving him. He was grateful, but before he could do anything, Taro burst out of nowhere, hitting the undead with a hard Skull Bash, a sight to see indeed. Taro! His thoughts proceeded into the world of fear, what if the undead came back? It was most likely not, as it seemed... dead.

"Get on my back, quickly."

"A-Alright!" Alex bored onto Taro's back, awaiting the Cinccino, what if it didn't come but went away? He would hate to see someone who tried to save him go... The Furret, without thinking, waved a paw at the Cinccino, motioning for it to come over, smiling a serious smile. However, his smile quickly faded as in the distance, a Weavile seemed to be gutting out an undead, it yelled something, though they weren't close enough to see it.

"Hey, Taro! Who's that?" He asked innocently, his eyes glancing back to Taro's face before looking at the Weavile once again... The Long Body Pokemon's head began to get off topic, as he remembered something, an unpleasant, horrible nightmare he would rather forget, forever...


The night was cold, the sounds of restless undead prowling could be heard, as well as the calm, soft breathing of a living, hidden in the trees high above the ground. A nice cool breeze was flowing throughout the trees and over the canopy. Though, suddenly a gust of strong wind pulls through, awaking the small, living pokemon in the trees. The pokemon, A furret holding a dead Pichu, sat, eyes open, making sure that no undead were coming his way.

None.

The Furret got up slowly; whispering into the Pichu's ear "Lets get going." before jumping down a branch or two, carefully keeping balance and holding the Pichu. He was doing it with ease, as if he had done it many times before. However; when he got to the bottom, a group of undead were awaiting him. They snarled at him, growling as he attempted to climb back up, one managed to scratch him(not enough for infection, however). The Furret quickly escaped, yet it wasn't done. The undead started to climb up with him, and he had to escape, once again. Running across a large branch, he makes it out of view of the undead. That's when he realizes, the pichu is gone. The undead had got him, and were probably eating him at that exact moment...


Alex shivered, he knew Jakob was gone now, but back then, he couldn't stand to be away from him. The Long Body pokemon thinks for a moment before realizing something;

I... am a freak.

Despite being unconscious, Dave could feel himself being lifted by something. His heart was still beating, thankfully. He felt that he was on something that was too soft to be the ground. The Ampharos felt very weak, barely opening his eyes to see what was going on. From what he was able to make out, he was on Taro's head while Alex was on her back. There were two other pokemon there. One he didn't recognize, and the other one a Weavile. There was no sign of Viator anywhere. He lifted his head slightly and looked at the Furret. "A...Alex?" He weakly said, "Wha...what happened? Where Viator? And who are they?"

Big... bull... thing.

That was more or less the words that manage to float to the surface of Aleena's frazzled mind. The creature was more powerful that she could have guessed... and she hadn't underestimated her, either.

Taro punted the bag of guts and gore a good thirty or forty feet, it landing with a sickening thud.

And then, suddenly, a Weavile.

Aleena stood in open mouthed shock, not even listening to Taro's offer for a ride, as the clearly insane duel type leaped off a building, landed on the bird's back, and proceeded to half tortured, half combatted the undead by yanking its head around to try to force it to comply.

... "Thought bubble?" What the hell!? What was this guy smoking!?

"WATCH ME MOMMY WATCH ME!"

Aleena's eye twitched. Violently.

...I am going to forget I heard that.

And then the Weavile landed in front of her. Though she was still in too much shock for most of what he said to sink in, the last bit did catch her attention.

"F-Firewor-is this some kind of game to you!?" She shrieked, fur fluffing out in anger.

"A...Alex? Wha...what happened? Where Viator? And who are they?"

Thankfully the young Ampharos spoke up, or Deadpool would have gotten an earful of hyper voice. Motherly instincts kicking in, she turned to answer and noticed the Furret motioning for her to climb up.

"I'm coming, dears." She hastily climbed up onto Taro's back, sitting behind Alex. As they began to walk, she spoke to Dave. "I'm sorry that I can't answer most of your questions, dearie, but I can tell you that my name is Aleena." She reached up and smoothed her fur down with a slight smile. "And who might all of you be?"

The cocky and insane Weavile laughed at the Cincinno's reaction.
"A game? OF COURSE IT IS! I love games! And I LOVE THIS! So this HAS to be a game!"
Still he was slightly bummed out nobody really greeted him. After all, he did just save their asses. But, business was business as usual. Since he performed a service, his Mercenary Nature told him that it was time to collect his payment. The bull-thing-person-guy-girl-whatever looked like a viable leader, so he spiraled and spun through the air over in front of her-him-he didn't care.
"Being I am the hero here. And of course, by all technicalities of this storyline I am an Antihero, but nonetheless, I need my payment now. My job is done, now I get paid."
The entire time he said this, he was smirking cheerfully, and looked relaxed despite the fact Infected could swarm at any time.
"Also, if you pay me double I'll protect you further, though I don't think I'll be needed for awhile, the plot doesn't really call for any more attacks for a bit."
Yes of course he was crazy, but in Deadpool Logic, it seemed as though he was being sensible. There really was no "Plot" because this wasn't a game, but truth be told he didn't know. He was crazy after all. Deadpool held out his clawed hand and smirked wider, still looking relaxed and cheerful.
"By the way... do you know the cheapo who forgot to give me fireworks for my entrance? This is a serious concern..."

A single female Luxray was walking around trying to avoid any trouble with the undead she comes across but soon she realizes that she has no real choice but to battle the undead. The young Luxray was beginning to think that there isn't anymore survivors besides herself until she saw a small group of Pokemon heading towards the lighthouse not too far ahead of them. She was about to call out to them until she noticed, with her sharp eyes, an undead Staravia heading over to them. Acting on her protective instinct Ariana charge over to intercept the bird Pokemon before it can strike and began to gather electricity in her fangs, feeling the power boost from the magnet she was wearing, and just as the Staravia dived Ariana jumped with all her might and bit the undead's wing causing it to cry out in pain. The electricity in her fangs made sure none of the undead's blood entered her mouth as she bit down harder sending more electricity into the bird's body. She then sling the bird down violently onto the ground killing it with a broken neck. She turned to look at the others not sure if they noticed her saving them and not really worried about it she said softly, "Hey there are you guys alright."

The Bouffalant heard Alex, "Hey, Taro! Who's that?" She looked over her shoulder slightly and found he meant the Weavile, I don't know, dear. Taro almost threw everyone off her back when the Weavile landed in front of her. She mooed in surprise, but made sure not to knock anyone off her back. She stomped her hooves in frustration. She could heard undead coming from the desert, but with the Weavile in her way there was almost no way to go. Then she saw the Luxray.

Taro looked at the electric type carefully as it spoke, "Hey there are you guys alright?" The Bouffalant opened her move to say something, when a screeched rang load in Taro's ears. Steam shot from the Bash Buffalo's nose. Her hooves clicked on the concrete as she looked to the distance and saw more undead! She lowered Dave off her afro ever so slightly and turned to the others, mostly Alex, Take Dave and head for the Lighthouse. Whatever you do, do NOT follow me. That goes for the rest of you! Before anyone could say something, Taro headed toward the undead, lowering her head as she readied her Skull Bash.

"A...Alex? Wha...what happened? Where Viator? And who are they?"

... Shit. Alex sure as hell didn't want to answer this question; as Viator would... most likely never be coming back. However - Alex knew he would have to at some point, so as he pounded a clenched fist into the palm of his other paw, he looked right into Dave's eyes. Yet, he couldn't hold up his 'serious face', and with a sad sigh, he seemingly mumbled, "Viator... Well, he's kinda- um..." Alex didn't know how to speak words at the moment, damnit, Alex, think!

"Well, he's dead." The Long Body pokemon shivered at his own words, images flying through his mind of the attack on Viator, him being dragged into the shadows. It was terrible, and with a disoriented sigh, Alex jumps off Taro. He dropped to all fours, and ran towards the lighthouse. He needed to be alone. To think by himself, he mostly needed some space. Looking back, however, he knows he acan't leave the others behind, and he waves reluctantly for Aleena and Dave, Taro had gone off fighting an undead, he was sure she would be back.

Cruelty...

A shadow fell upon the otherwise sunny afternoon as undead wings took upon the sky. Forever hungry, the hydreigon had heard a call for death, from something, from Master... He felt his brothers out to play, and thus, was called from his lonely cave to come and feat upon the beauty that still remained in the world. His attention came when he passed over the city of Gateon Port, it's shining lighthouse a beacon even in the bright daylight. Snarling, he landed upon it, shattering the glass that made it shimmer. From his vantage point, he saw a small troupe of pokemon, fighting off a horde of his kin.

His stomach churned, aching from the terrible hunger is endured. His tongues were dry and cracked, thirsting for liquid, for a fresh taste to enjoy other than decay. He needed live blood, fresh blood... and so, his crimson gaze fell upon the largest pokemon, the bull. With one fell flap of his wings, he took air once more, only to dive down and catch his prey in his many maws.

She had been trying to save the others from his kin... She had been trying... The bouffalant squirmed and fought in his grasp, earning deeper and deeper wounds against the teeth she struggled against. The Brutal pokemon could only enjoy her squirming for so long before it became irritating, and so, he ripped the offending appendages off, cascading them to the ground. Four bloodied legs dropped from the sky as the dragon held his new trophy aloft, examining his work.

Brutality...

He gave one, breathless chuckle, before throwing her down from the heights, her body making a sickening, wet splat on the pavement. Blood and bits of tendon splattered everywhere, but the bouffalant was not dead. Eager that he would have the time to enjoy a truly fresh meal, Hydreigon swooped back down, daring living and undead alike to even try to take his kill. No, this was his... This writhing, whimpering, pitiful excuse for a pokemon was his to enjoy, and that's exactly what he was going to do.

Two heads ripped the bull, cracking open the ribcage, but left the vital organs untouched. They sputtered in fear before him, her heart racing and stumbling in an irregular beat. All three heads feasted, biting, fighting over what organs would be tasted by what head. The bull was nothing more than a buffet. The heart, the dear, struggling heart, was left for last. Uunfortunately, all three heads wanted it, and they tore and smashed and fought for the little muscle, eventually casting it into the air, lost into the crowd of kin. Annoyed, then infuriated, the hydreigon turned back to the bull, smashing its face in with a mighty chomp of a head.

No more... Beauty... for this one...

The dragon glanced up, spotting the bull's companions. Seeing their horrified expressions, he chuckled, then cast the rest of the corpse at them, its weak remains separating midair to rain down upon them all. Laughing, the dragon returned to the sky, hungry for more.

"I'm sorry that I can't answer most of your questions, dearie, but I can tell you that my name is Aleena. And who might all of you be?" The female asked. All Dave could do was say his name for now. "Dave..." he said to her. After a long pause, Alex answer the Ampharos' question. "Viator... Well, he's kinda- um... Well, he's dead." Dave became a bit saddened by this. Viator was kind to them, and it was a shame to hear that he was dead.

Everything else kinda merged together. The crazy Weavile was going on about some weird shit that Dave, thankfully, was able to tune out. A female Luxray also appeared. Taro set him down on the ground and told everyone to take him to the lighthouse. Alex ran ahead and signaled Aleena and Dave to come over. Slowly, the Ampharos got back on his feet, though he was still in pain, he could still walk, though barely. He looked back and there was a three headed undead dragon coming towards them. "TARO!" he screamed, "LOOK OUT!"

Too late.

The dragon completely destroyed Taro. Dave watched the entire scene and just couldn't look away from it. The dragon was eating Taro. Its heads were even fighting over which one ate which part of her body. And then it flew away. Dave stayed in one place before falling onto his knees. A tear escaped his eye as he felt a moment of weakness. Taro did nothing wrong and yet she became a meal for a dragon. He felt the loss of a good friend. He was on the ground crying.

Everything just became a clusterfuck for him. Death was just too much for him at the moment. He laid down on the beach, sobbing silently. When the tears were done, he silently sat up and looked out into the ocean. He remembers back in Canalave, Kelly told him everything happens for a reason. He wonder what was the reason for Viator and Taro to die? There was none. They had done no wrong to anyone. Nobody has done anything wrong in Dave's eyes. He looked over to Aleena, the Luxray and the Weavile and went up to them, trying to be confident. "You three are welcome to join us if you like." He let out a small smile as he spoke.

She'd tried her best...

When Taro, for who knows what reason, decided to charge into another small group of undead, she had leaped from the bull's back and had promptly Return-kicked the nearest attacker in the head.

It was very probable that they as a group might have been able to take them all out, but then, what Aleena could only describe as a demon changed the outcome of the battle in a way no one could ever have expected.

"What the fuck!? WHAT IS THAT!?"

Aleena was a lady. A sophisticated, elegant lady. Sophisticated, elegant ladies did not use such language, and especially never in front of children.

But right now, she was not a sophisticated, elegant lady. She was a horrified survivor watching helplessly as a dragon Pokémon she could not name tore Taro apart and then even had the gall to throw her remains at the rest of them. She did not move, nor did she make a sound. She was physically incapable of it.

... How can we continue to go on...? Won't this be everyone's fate...? If there are creatures this powerful... what is the point of trying...?

The Ampharos's words brought her back to reality, extending an offer to join him and Alex if she and the crazy Weavile would like to. Aleena found the smile unsettling; no one ever in existance should ever be able to smile that quickly after witnessing such horrors.

I should refuse... I don't want to scar these youngsters any more than they already have been, and if I die like our bull friend... that's what'll happen... She swallowed hard as a thought surfaced, one she was ashamed of.

But... I also don't want to die alone, either...

It was selfish. Sacrifice their mental health just so she would have company when the undead finally claimed her?

And yet... she felt herself nodding her head, as if she were no longer in control of her own body.

Maybe this is what it's like to lose your mind... you just do things without really thinking anymore...

There was a roar, and then some screaming... and oh lookie! Somebody exploded like a baloon!

"Damn... the cow burst like a water baloon filled with blood.... THOSE ARE FUN!"
Some blood from the burst splattered upon his fur. Largely unphased, he flicked off some pieces of assorted flesh and smirked at the gory mess in front of him. He kicked it gently and it made a squelching noise. He put his hands on his hips and looked at it.
"You dead?.... Cause you look pretty dead to me... oh well... I'm sure it won't be the last dead person we see here! Onward! For Plot and Country!"
He darted forward to the Ampharos. He smirked at the all and flung some blood off of his claws. Some splattered onto the Ampahors, but Deadpool ignored it.

"It could be worse... we could all slowly be travelling the insanity train! Oh wait... I'm pretty sure we are... or is it the Crazy Boat? Or the Madness Car? I can never remember..."
He smiled wide, and looked back at the bull-thing-corpse. After a moment, he walked over to the Cincinno, still smiling.
"This must be difficult for you. Most people don't see dead people unless it's a funeral. Me, on the other hand, it looks like a normal day at the office. Besides, that Hydreigon was not a professional... If I was killing her, I'd have done it much cleaner. You just slice out the Larynx, and it all spills out and they can't scream, and it's not overly gory..."

He looked around off-handedly while he said this, checking his claws and flicking more blood off of his fur and claws, and picking a piece of meat out of his feathers on his head and flicking it like a piece of rolled-up paper.
"So... who's on the list to die next? Is it the yellow rabbit? Or is it the mouse kid?"

(OOC-Anybody can hit Deadpool... but only one on the Team is allowed to. One member of the Team is allowed to hit Deadpool.)

Ariana watched with horror filled eyes as a dragon Pokemon suddenly charge down and grabbed the bull and took her in the air before ripping her apart in the air with its three heads. She then watch as the dragon sent the remains at the group causing some blood to fall onto the Luxray's pelt. She wanted to clean it off of her but she only saw the ocean water nearby and she didn't feel like having the itchy feel of salt in her fur. All she can do is hope that a lake of fresh water was nearby so she could clean the blood off of her. She was horrified by what happened to the bull Pokemon and she wish she was able to have done something to prevent it from happening. Ariana watched as the Ampharos came over to her and the others that had joined the group and welcome them to the team. She gave a small smile at him as she said, "Thank you." She was glad that he could still be friendly after what just happened. She then turned to look and be sure no more undead was around and any that came by Ariana just used her Snarl attack to finish them off. "We better head to shelter so we can get away from these undead and infected," she added softly after she finish the undead that was nearby.