The RUSTBORO Team

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Rustboro City|Late Morning(1)

Nazo shivered in his protective skull though it was not to be seen. His tiny paws were sore from walking around through grass, water and now the cracked pavement of the big place. M-Momma..? He squeaked hearing a voice and went limp making the skull clatter to the ground. Nazo peeked through the eye hole seeing nothing before scurrying a few steps forward, sniffing and freezing. His nose was stuffed up and no scent could pass it. He assumed there were no scaries around but that meant neither was momma... Nazo took a few more waddling steps forward and gulped stepping his front paws through a gate and squeaking in surprise when he got stuck. He flailed his tiny paws desperately before a strong gust of wind caught the skull knocking him back into the helpless Squirtle position. Nazo blinked his wide eyes before struggling around and managed to land back on his paws.

Nazo passed through the big place finding a way around the gate. He still hadn't seen anyone. Not even the scaries for awhile... Nazo wondered exactly where in the big place he wa-... He grunted feeling some fluffy, squishy resistance against the skull. Nazo tipped the skull back and yipped at the creature before him before stepping back. It was a Pokemon but the red eyes! S...Sc...SCARY! He turned and ran away yipping like a hurt puppy trying to put distance between him and the scary. Nazo did not see the big blue and Yellow Pokemon in his path and squeaked as he tripped over its front paws and rolled head over paw into the road. He went limp under the skull hoping they would not find him... Nazo did not want to get eated. He would not taste very good!

((OoC: Good to be on the team!))

((Just tried to focus on the main stuff - sorry if I missed anything. ^^;))

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Rustboro City || Late Morning

=-= Quicksilver | Devon Corporation Building 2F | Post Count 18 =-=

Upon reaching the second floor, Wayfarer lands lightly onto the floor. His eyes can clearly see in the dim light exuded by the lightly boarded windows at the far right of the room. The spikes are hard to spot in the mild darkness, but he goes to them with a clear memory. They were lined haphazardly, with the majority of them being concentrated in the hallway that led past the desks. He begins to clear them all to the side with sweeping tail motions. Soon, a clear and visible path down the hallway was made and piles of Spikes were resting like a earthen brown pathway to the distant office floor staircase.

Along the way he finds an impaled undead Delcatty, as well as an undead Magby whose entire body has been horribly mangled by layer upon layer of five-pointed spikes. He cautiously neared the rotting cat, which upon sighting him began to hiss and snap. It attempted to crawl closer upon its bony stubs, but all it succeeded in doing was fumbling over and landing in more spikes which proceeded to tear its flesh apart even further. With a simple concentrated blast of his hidden power he blasted the rotting cat’s upper body apart, leaving the bloody chunks to forcefully fly backwards while leaving its lower corpse to slump forwards onto the spikes. Now that the hallway was done, he could take care of the desk-filled section of the room.

This part of the spike clearing was easy enough. He cleared the traps by simply sweeping them under the few intact desks that remained. It only took him a minute or so to finish. After that, he slithered up the stairs to the third floor. At the top, he brushed away the final layer of spikes sitting in the doorframe leading to the building’s main office. Wayfarer then slithered back down to the uncluttered hallway and nodded as he browsed over the cleaning. He shall reset the traps at night, but he will have to plan out an escape route in case of an Undead swarm. And he still wanted to speak with Seth, but there should be plenty of time as the team goes about their daily duties. With his own duty finished Wayfarer slides back up the wooden rail of the floor’s downward stairs and slides back down into the lobby.

=-= Dominic | Devon Corporation Building 1F | Post Count 11 =-=

As Wayfarer slithered upstairs, Dominic decided to take in the quiet of the building. He looked about the lobby area more cautiously as its inner world was defined to him. Nothing seemed abnormal, aside from the roasted undead zigzagoon lying dead in one of the room’s far corners. Samantha had already located food, having apparently pilfered it from the reception desk.

She placed one of the bags down in front of him, of which he accepted. The beheeyem parted the chip bag’s sealed opening with a light psychic pull. He looked inside, to see that the chips were barely even stale! Wow, these chips have been around for years and yet they aren’t expired? He took one out and tried it. They were spicy, but he did not mind it at all; he’s been around Humans for long enough to enjoy their food anyways. Human food was so hard to come by these days, and he could be eating one of the last bags of fresh chips in existence.

Seth attempted to bring up conversation after Samantha left, to which Dominic listened to while half of his attention was focused upon the delicious chips he was still eating. The spiciness was having no effect upon him--he was actually enjoying the cheesy, spicy flavor of his particular bag of chips. “I was impressed by your skill during that battle, Dominic. Wherever did you learn such a remarkable battle style?”

Even with his attention skewed, Dominic could hear that undesired, kind edge in the bird’s voice. It bothered him a little, but he tolerated it nonetheless. Dominic gave a mild smile back to Seth. Before he gave his reply, he saw that Seth was having trouble opening his own chip bag. With a hidden pity for the one-armed bird he lifted the bag from the counter telekinetically. Without a word spoken he unsealed the bag. He levitated in front of Seth and simply said “Here.” Dominic quickly finished up his own bag of chips, crumpled his bag up, and tossed it behind himself. “Thank you for your compliment. And as for your question: I’m an ex-trainer’s Pokémon. The team needed a good psychic, and my unorthodox fighting style fit my trainer’s bill. And you think my skills are good? You’d be surprised to see what sort of destruction an Escavalier or Octillery can do under a good Trick Room.”

After hearing Seth’s reply, Dominic heard Samantha say that she was going to scout around the building before nightfall. Though it was still pretty early in the day, he supposed an early check could prevent them from being cornered in the situation that an Undead group enters the building.

Dominic senses the subtle presence of someone else behind him, and without turning around knows that Wayfarer has returned from the upstairs areas. The accelgor descends from the staircase’s rail and comes over to him and Seth. Wayfarer quietly and quickly reports his work to them all. “The upper floor have now been cleared of spikes. Oh,” Wayfarer interrupted himself, “where is Samantha?”

“Outside, doing some scouting.” Dominic said to Wayfarer. He began walking towards the room’s front entrance. “I’m gonna go help her.”

Dominic had caught Samantha just in time, before she prepared her patrol. He also saw a small creature hiding under a skull ducking in fear between an undead skitty and the living manectric. With a sigh he launched a Psychic towards the small cat, grasping it telekinetically by its neck. It hissed and gurgled as it attempted to call for help, but he dispatched it by forcefully banging its neck against the Devon Corporation building’s surrounding metal fence.

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Rustboro City|Late Morning (33)

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Rustboro City|Late Morning (2)

Nazo squeaked hearing the scary right outside. She was gonna eat him! But the scary spoke... From all his wanderings the scaries never spoke. Nazo carefully tipped the skull up a little and blinked. The Pokemon he thought was scary was not so scary even though it was a girl... Nazo slipped out of the strap holding him with the safety bungee holding it close to him. He sniffed the scary before giving it a soft lick on the snout. She did not taste scary... Nazo sat back looking the red eyed Pokemon over and declaring she was not a scary and wasn't gonna eat him. The sudden arrival of the two headed scary made him yip in surprise and hide again. The blue and yellow Pokemon made it go away though and Nazo felt obliged to thank it. However he had indeed forgotten his limited knowing of words. He yipped happily to both of them which to him sounded like Yus! Yus! No more scary! but to them it might look like he was having a squeaky seizure...

Nazo wondered why they had been in the big place. Was there stuff for his belly in there? Momma always brought him really soft Pecha berries and gave him milk from her belly. Maybe they had momma in there! Nazo wagged his fluffy tail and looked at them both with excitement in his multicolored eyes. Momma? He raised his paw towards the big place they came out of. If they had momma in there then Nazo would feel safe again. Momma kept all the scaries away and licked his head and sang him sweet songs at night. The reminder of what his mother did to keep him safe made him really want her back. It also excited him! Nazo yipped excitedly and danced a bit on his paws before remembering there were girls looking at him. He blushed a bit before ducking back under his skull into the strap. No need to embarass himself in front of the girls just yet...

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Rustboro City || Late Morning

=-= Quicksilver | Devon Corporation Building 1F | Post Count 19

Wayfarer went to the front door, curious as to what was going on outside. As he went there, he heard Seth muse his own worries. “Vera didn’t even come inside in the first place, I hope that everything is all right.”

Wayfarer could hear a little bit of fighting outside and he, just like Seth, became concerned. But when he went to the front door, he stopped in surprise. “A-apparently the girls found an Eevee kit, Seth.” This was a very unexpected encounter, and Wayfarer looked to the scene with his strange, bug eyes. How on earth could a child have survived in this time? The idea boggled his mind. “What a lucky kid, surviving in this brutal world by himself.” Wayfarer said silently to Seth as he came to view the scene.

=-= Dominic | Devon Corporation Building, Front Side | Post Count 12

Dominic watched as the girls looked with curiosity down to the shifting skull. After they inspected it a little--and killed off an oncoming undead doduo--it was revealed that the creature underneath was a young Eevee. Though the find made Dominic raise his brows in slight surprise, Dominic did not care too much. He continued to watch the scene with a quiet, eyeless stare before stepping down from the front steps and looking about the area. Sure, children were important since they embodied the future of life and all that stuff. But right now, he believed there were more pressing matters than looking after a kit. His psychic senses defined the realm around him, and with them he could see no other Undead coming to attack. Things were silent for the time being. With that in mind, Dominic leaned against the left side of the building as he waited for Samantha to finish dealing with the current situation. He was not too particular to introducing himself to the kid, and so he left that task to the others.

They needed to know as little as possible about him, so that he can search this place for his old teammates and leave. But as he stood there, he thought about what Seth said. “It is not only wisdom and courage that get you through a life like this one, hm?” The bird could not be further from the truth, he grinned in his thoughts, as he browsed his psychic gaze over the ruined city of Rustboro. He would have to get back to Seth on that; as much as he was keeping himself detached from other Pokémon, it was an interesting conversation.

“What a lucky kid, surviving in this brutal world by himself.” Dominic overheard Wayfarer say at the door. Although the comment was probably intended for Seth he gave his own reply to it. “I guess I’ll give him some kudos for that.” The kit squeaked in joy after it had been saved, and seemed to already be accepting the females of the group. At least it was good to know that the child was found before those Undead got to him.

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Rustboro City|Late Morning (34)

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Devon Building|Morning (3)

Nazo must identify these new people before giving his secret identity. He sniffed Carter carefully like he had done to Vera. She smelled friendly and not like she was going to eat him. Nazo wagged his tail before giving Carter a soft lick on the nose which said he trusted her and would very much not like it if she ate him or left him alone. He placed his paw on the strap holding the him under the skull making the length of cord increase to allow him to slip out of it. It was just a precaution so Nazo would never lose it even if he fell out of the strap. He padded around the room sniffing everyone just to capture their scent but it was difficult. His nose felt like it had 20 pounds of stuffed up sneezes. Nazo stepped back from the big red chicken looking Pokemon and pawed at his snout. N-Noes... Ah... Ahchewf! He was sent rolling back to in between Carter's front paws flat on his back. Nazo grinned up at her and rubbed his nose with his paw. "Oh wait, if you get the chance, would you mind telling me your name little guy?" Nazo hoped he wouldn't squeak when he said something this time. Me is... Nazo! He cursed the squeak and wagged his tail looking at all of them from his place on his back between Carter's front paws.

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Rustboro City || Late Morning

=-= Dominic | Devon Corporation Building, Outside | Post Count 13 =-=

Samantha and the others had all returned back inside as she led the eevee kit back into the Rustboro building, leaving Dominic alone. The only other person that remained outside was Vera. Dominic looked to her with in curiosity, unsure as to why she was not hurrying inside to adore the eevee kit like everyone else was. Instead of seeing the glint of interest in her eyes, he noticed an odd inattention coming over her.

The quilava seemed to be heavily distracted by something, other than the eevee kit. The smile drooped from her face, and as the strange somber frown began to appear she quickly and carefully stalked out of sight of everyone else. Dominic noticed this, and pushed himself from his loiter against the western wall. He begins to pursue her as she turns the corner and disappears behind the right side of the building. To avoid any unwanted attention from the others, he teleports past the front door to remain completely out of their sight. Vera was beginning to hasten her pace as he came about the corner as well. With a strange, increasingly entranced gait, she then turns around towards the next corner, disappearing into the dark back of the building. When he got to the corner, Dominic hid just before its edge. What has come over that quilava? That was when he sensed a strong, malignant presence. He quickly planted his back even closer against the wall.

Using his psychic sight, he peered through the stone to watch the scene without having to peek around the corner. In his mental vision, he could identify a large and intangible beast. Its body was intangible, yet held the form of a tall doglike creature. It was looming over the quilava’s form with a small, hungry grin. Dominic watched with disgust as the event unfolded, but did not dare to interfere. There was a strange power about the ghostly being, a power that warned him to stay back or die. This was not an undead creature--it was living. And judging by the form and shape of it, this could likely be the rare ghost eeveelution, Phanteon--and a high-leveled one at that.

Staring closely at the quilava’s eyes, the ghost began to whisper in an indiscernible language as its eyes radiated a hypnotic energy. The quilava did not scream, its mind apparently numbed of all fear by the phanteon’s strong psychic powers. She fell into a deep sleep, and slumped onto the ground. The phanteon was finished with its hypnotism within a few seconds, and quickly began its feast. As it lifted up and slowly crushed the quilava’s neck with psychic powers, it opened its mouth widely began to take a long inhale. The quilava began to choke and gag as it lost its precious oxygen and its throat was wrung sore. As the strangulation persisted, a mist emerged from the mouth of the dying quilava. The light blue wisp of air drifted into the phanteon’s gaping mouth, which breathed it in like a gluttonous vacuum.

And Dominic only stood back and watched. The soul-draining process was exceedingly painful to the quilava, and after the deed was finished all that was left was a drooling, silently wheezing corpse. The quilava’s life was already long gone, now only nourishment for a powerful ghostly being. It spoke in a wispy, feminine voice. “What a generous little child, coming to me without argument. ‘Tis a shame I was hungry.” She stroked the head of the sluggishly writhing corpse of the quilava gently with a forepaw. Having admired her kill enough, the Phanteon walked away, fading into the ground like a black shadow until completely disappearing in the morning sunlight. When he was sure the malignant force was gone he investigated the still-shifting corpse of Vera.

Her eyes were rolled up into the back of her head, and her soulless body twitched as its heart struggled to beat without a life essence. She was drooling incessantly, and her corpse writhed and wriggled as if its stupefied mind was still feeling the pain inflicted by the ghostly torturer. In an act of sympathy for the pained, soulless corpse he took its head psychically and began to break it, pulling it backwards over its shoulders until he could hear the mute, disgusting noise of the spine cracking within the neck. He continued, until the head was loose in his psychic grip and he was sure that the soulless body’s spine was severed. He then lifted the corpse up and placed it into a nearby dumpster behind the building. Without a sound he placed it in the bottom, and then quietly closed the dumpster’s large metal lid.

Well now, how was he going to break this news to the others? He really could not just say that some Phanteon came along and sucked out the quilava’s soul, now could he? Or, that he had sympathy for a soulless corpse and broke its neck? Damn; looks like he might have to leave earlier than expected if they all turn violent. He turned around and walked back to the front entrance, attempting to think of a way to explain this situation. He really did not care for the death of the quilava, but the others will definitely have a say in this situation far different from his.

((OOC -- Killing Vera as part of a harbinger attack. Also, skipping Wayfarer this time around because I do not have enough time to finish his side of the post.
--And this Phanteon is not a Harbinger itself. It is just a future character of mine that I thought would be useful to have appear for one turn, to add a little bit of extra plot to the RP.
Everyone, just believe that nobody saw the Phanteon, and that nobody knows Vera is dead yet ;b))

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Rustboro City-Devon Corp.|Morning (4)

Nazo wagged his tail at the Pokemon who introduced himself as Seth. Seth wanted Nazo to come with them! Nazo wagged his fluffy tail beaming happily. Yus Sef Nazo wanna go too! He felt bad that he couldn't say Seth's name right and wanted to make it better. Nazo blinked at the sight of Seth's arm. Sef got ouch? He had never seen a Pokemon with a missing arm before. Nazo wiggled back between Carter's front paws and giggled when she blew on his belly. He wondered about the scary looking Pokemon in the corner with the scary red bug eyes. His fur stood on end and he sniffed the air. When he was lots smaller, he was able to notice when something weird was in the area like Gastly or Haunter but this felt much more weird. Nazo looked out the door and growled which sounded much like a small shaky roar under his skull. He took a tentative step outside looking around. Something was there... His tail wagged as he recalled Carter walking around and sniffing stuff. Was that helpful? Nazo would be helpful too!

He walked around in a circle unknowingly covering no ground searching for scaries. Come to think of it... Where had Vera gone? Maybe she was walking around and sniffing like Carter had done! Nazo again wagged his tail before seeing a butterfly. Grr... Go 'way He pounced at the small insect before it flew up in his face. YIPE! Nuuu nuu nuu..! Nazo waddled away from the butterfly that had gone about fluttering around to hide back between Carter's front paws. He looked down with a pout. How could he tell her that he had failed at sniffing stuff and guarding the place from scaries? Nazo hid himself under his skull and pouted.

((OoC:Nazo was barely a foot away from the entrance and it was a regular butterfly that freaked him out nothing infected ^^))

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Rustboro City|Morning (5)

Nazo wondered where Vera was too. He again bounded outside pressing his nose to the ground. His momma and Raize had always been able to sniff him out even if he got lost in the rain! Nazo would find Miss Vera and then Carter would think he was awesome! Seth would say he was awesome too and pat his head. Nazo felt something warm and sticky under his paw. He lifted it and paled immediately. It was fresh blood. Nazo turned to yip to Seth only to get blind-sided by a Low Kick attack. He rolled over and growled seeing a Machop with a gaping wound in its belly. Nazo had no chance. He knew Yawn, Shadow Ball, Tackle and... Nazo looked up and yipped when he took a Low Kick to the face. He hit a dumpster and stood up only to fall weakly under his now twisted paw. His body hurt from the impact and the Machop kept coming intent on eating the kit. Nazo opened his mouth letting the pink bubble of Yawn come out to pop on the Machop's face. The Pokemon blinked in surprise before its eyes slid closed and it fell forward asleep. Nazo again stood up folding his twisted paw up under his belly. He hobbled a few steps before his back leg was grabbed. The Yawn attack hadn't worked for long and the Machop was back on the attack. Nazo stomped his injured paw back down in feeble attempt to escape. He yipped and squeaked in pain and fear. His mind had forgotten his Synchronoise completely to contemplate that he might die! Sef! Help scary has Nazo! Nazo again struggled feeling his small leg shift in the Machop's grip and crack. He squealed again pawing at the ground in front of him. His eyes squeezed shut and Synchronoise made his fur stand up before blasting away knocking the Machop back a few feet and Nazo rolled over hitting it in the face with Shadow Ball before scrambling away. It wouldn't kill it but it gave Nazo a window of escape. His time was halved since his back leg was strained and hurting from the Machop holding it. He was stopped again in front of the big place the others were in when the Machop hit him again with Low Kick. No mores... Nazo hurts... No mores...

((OoC:Welp if you didn't hear him causing a frackus outside being attacked... He'll grow awesome next post and save himself if someone else doesn't save him))

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Rustboro City|Morning (6)

Nazo crawled back inside and sat back to look up at the two Pokemon who failed to introduce themselves. His momma and the Samurott had told him that the one was called a... A... Beeheyum? And the other... Nazo would call a ninja just cause. He looked up at them with his wide bi-colored eyes and tilted his head to the side resting his cheek on the top jawbone of his skull. Beeheyum dun have a name? Or Ninja? Nazo looked around still wondering where Miss Vera went... She said she was gonna take care of him until he found his momma. Nazo squeaked and scratched his ear with his back leg. Fleas or Pokerus... Nazo not sure... He twitched his previously itchy ear and grinned at the fact it no longer itched. Nazo walked in a small circle before settling under his skull for a small Eevee-nap.

((OoC: I heard Twi went into the Safehouse so I guess I post now))

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=-= Rustboro City [Devon Corporation Building, 1F] | Morning | Dominic = 14 -- Wayfarer = 20 =-=

“We should head upstairs and rest up.” Wayfarer nodded to Seth’s words, agreeing. While Wayfarer might not need any rest (he had rested earlier this morning), he was sure the others were tired from whatever travel they had made to get here to Rustboro. “I never saw Vera come back inside....” The blaziken added, concerned. Wayfarer also realized that she had not come back, and looked about as if in confusion. After how excited she seemed to be when Nazo appeared, he had expected Vera to be inside the building by now.

Wayfarer droned with slight worry. “I didn’t either.”

Wayfarer was startled by the sound of someone yelping. The eevee kit had apparently slipped out when he was busy speaking with Seth. When Wayfarer went out, he saw an undead machop attacking the child. Fortunately the eevee got up and ran before it could kill him. The accelgor was disgusted by the attack and intended to destroy the corpse, but he hesitated when he saw a glowing blue energy radiate around the machop’s head. Its head was thrown around at many sharp angles, loosening muscle and cracking the spine. The body was jerked around violently with the attack, like a ragdoll in a monster’s grip. After a few twists the machop fell limp and the psychic energy dissipated, dropping its corpse to the ground.

Dominic appeared from around the corner, appearing composed and calm. Wayfarer asked him if he had seen where Vera had went.

“Vera isn’t inside with the rest of you? I was just taking a piss out back if that’s what you’re wondering.” Dominic’s face was completely honest to what he said, leaving Wayfarer with no suspicion to attach to him. But Dominic was still a stranger to the group. Wayfarer hated to admit it, but he just had to hold a little bit of doubt for the psychic. Did Vera just wander off, or did Dominic kill her? He didn’t know, but Dominic appeared to be irritated by Wayfarer’s unblinking stare. He walked by the accelgor and went into the building. Wayfarer gave an insect sigh, buzzing his irritation. He then followed Dominic inside.

As the two Pokémon reentered the building, the eevee kit asked them a question. “Beheeyum dun have a name? Or Ninja?”

Dominic ignored the child and passed by him without a word. Dominic gave the beheeyem an irritated glare. But Wayfarer said nothing, instead turning to the Eevee. He kindly spoke to him, giving the child a respectful nod. “My name is Wayfarer, Nazo. And that grumpy Beheeyem is named Dominic.” He gestured to the Beheeyem, who had gone over to Samantha to speak with her.

Dominic ignored Wayfarer’s petty mocking, and instead quietly spoke to the manectric. “Excuse me, Samantha, but I noticed Vera has disappeared. And it would seem that she did not come inside with you, either. Did you happen to see where she went?” His deception was perfect. Though it took a little bit of preparation beforehand, the Beheeyem did not appear at all to be lying. He appeared and sounded honestly concerned as to where the quilava had gone. Even he himself believed his own lie. Maybe he was a little concerned about her?

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Rustboro City|Morning (7)

Nazo began to get suspicious. Miss Vera was strong indeed so... How could she have just disappeared? He went over to Seth and looked up at him. Sef dunno where Vera is? Nazo hoped she was ok above all else.

((OoC:Not much to do here so short post))