The REALGAM Team

"You have no idea how amazing it is to see you are well! Best fucking news ever!" The Jolteon had tackled her, now hugging her as best she could with her paws. "I missed you soooooo much! Omigosh omigosh CIANAAAA!" the kitten tightly snuggled the electric-type, burying her face in her soft, fuzzy mane of fur. Opening an eye to survey the others around them, most seemed to be simply dumbfounded and confused as fuck.

"I'm going back to where I know there aren't lunatic rats running around. Good luck, kids. I've never been one for late night parties." The red wolf had started padding away, along with the Ninetales in tow. The Purrloin untangled her a bit from the electric eeveelution to stick her tongue out at the two leaving Pokemon. "Not like we needed you, gold-horns!" she shouted, giving a harrumph.

Now fully untangled from the Jolteon, Lulu was constantly purring and snuggling the electric-types side. She caught the looks of other Pokemon, staring at her in confusion. Their glances almost seem to speak to her; what the fuck is this thing? "I'm a Purrloin, for those who are wondering. Don't ask how I ended up this way!" she giggled, sweeping her tail on the floor.

Her stare drifted over to where the electric mouse vanished to. "So uh..." she mumbled in Ciana's ear, fur spiking in quiet fear. "What in the world was that... Yellow rat thing? It had weird puppet stuff on it's hands..." Lulu mumbled, a bit unnerved by the Raichu. "Is he... sane?"

Ciana's world came crashing down relatively ...quickly. It always seemed to happen that way, the Jolteon had noticed over the years, and with every high there was an equal low that accompanied it. Luckily, the Joltie was still happily entwined with her kitten when the Ninetales responded too little and too late. “You’re cute when you’re pissy." Ciana immediately remembered her disgust and fury with the idiot not even a minute ago and quickly began to compose herself. Face flushing horribly at embaressment of the... the... creeper witnessing her reunion, she stood errect. There was no sign at her horrible insecurities as she glared daggars at him, not even able to think of a witty reply, the Eeveelution merely hissed angerly at him. Absol would teach this dumb fuck a thing or two, was the only comforting thought as she turned her focus back to Lulu. Imagining her Absol storming through the dark and wiping that smirk from the fox's face did more harm than good, though, as worry and sarrow once more constricted her insides and made it hard to breathe. Swallowing and forcing her face to not display the pain, her facade only dropped at the next words being spoken.

"You all can sit here and wait for the freak puppet show to come back. I'm going back to where I know there aren't lunatic rats running around. Good luck, kids. I've never been one for late night parties.” The Douche, having had his conversation with the bird, was quick to agree and both him and the silent canine followed his lead. Watching the three make their way in the opposite direction, Ciana's heart dropped further. She always prided herself with acting so mature and appropriate in most situations, but all the factors had been stacked against her. Fighting with the Douche reminded her of Absol. Lulu had made her so happy that she forgot the latter for a short time. And now even the one she had thought could make a good possible friend was leaving with the horned beast and the dumbfuck. Disappointment with her own behavior and taking the words completely to heart, Ciana's gaze hit the ground, eyes wide with emotions hidden in the shadows as her ears were flat against her head. Even as little Lulu rubbed their pelts together and stuck her tounge out playfully at the old grump, Ciana was silenced with his words.

I fucked up... I fucked up bad... Oh shit, why did I have to act like such a fucking RETARD? Taking the mental scolding from herself, Ciana leaned against the Purrloin for support despite being larger than the kitten. How she missed having someone to lean on. Ciana glanced up at the bird, her demenor completely different and her eyes silently pleading. She would never admit it, but she didn't want to be left alone. Because she would still be alone. Even if Lulu stayed. ...That is just fucking sad, Ciana spat at herself before speaking out loud. "Sh-should we follow them? Or..." Or do you want to leave me, too? Leaving that part unspoken, the Jolteon decided a not so seemingly pitiful approach might work better. She smiled, managing to hold the gesture for a few seconds while she caught the avian's eyes. "S-sorry about that. My name is Ciana- this here is Lulu," she explained, flicking her tail to the cat at her side. Ciana hoped this would be enough to save them. Much as the old dog had been a grump... He was right. She should have acted better, especially in the middle of an apacolypse, and shame burned angerly in her stomach.

"So uh..." Ciana's attention was brought to her kitten and the Jolteon turned her head so that she could hear the younger one's words better. She was suprised to find fear trembling slightly in the child's voice, sending her alarm bells off immediately. "What in the world was that... Yellow rat thing? It had weird puppet stuff on it's hands..." Ciana felt her gut clentch at the reminder of the scary Raichu, but the stronger emotion took over. The need to comfort. "Is he... sane?" The Purrloid finished with a shudder. The Jolteon wrapped her body around the kitten protectively, rubbing her chin on the cat's forhead soothingly. "Don't worry, Lulu. I have only had about as much interaction with him as the others- what with being... shoved and all." Ciana scowled at the memory. "But if all goes well, he won't return, and you will have nothing to worry about, sweetie." She finished with a playful nuzzel. Her words might have been strong, but on the inside the Jolteon was just as unnerved as Lulu- but helping others was always something Ciana did to forget her own problems and emotions. This time was no dirrerent as a confident grin came to the Eeveelution's face.

[ooc: I hate my mom. A lot.]

Hmmm…..

No more Shiny bits came out anymore, but the paint kept flowing, so there was still that to be happy about. Which was weird…..least….i thought I was weird, but I couldn’t be too sure about that. Plus I wasn’t really giving it too much thought, my mind was too busy figuring out what exactly my paws were drawing at the moment. They were just moving around real fast, kinda making a mess really, but they were not just moving aimlessly, I knew that for sure.

A few minutes went by of no talking, Sissy and Brody always knew that I don’t answer then when painting, so the room was quiet, a little too quiet considering there should be others trying to find me right now, but I barely noticed that. Painting was my favorite-st thing to do, so it wasn’t strange if I where to start painting and the next thing I know the sun is down, or up when I check. That didn’t happen this time, but really only because I stopped painting halfway through.

The picture was of me…..least it looked like me, especially since Sissy and Brody where with me also. But…it felt like it was missing something. I looked towards Sissy and Brody, each in turn, for an answer, but all I got was a shrug from them. They too did not know what was missing…..Which was strange since they tend to know more than i do.

I didn’t want to paint any more after that, not knowing what was missing was like a horrible itch, and I couldn’t even think of paint without that itch coming up.

“Think you’re too good at hiding.”

Sissy was reading my mind, I never knew I was so naturally gifted in the game of tag. Maybe I need to play with a little less intensity as to give the others a chance… Or maybe there are other rules of this game that I didn’t know of….

Better to check back and find out than continue in here and wait. Plus, I forgot how boring it was to wait around.

“Game time~”

The noise was too loud. Chiaroscuro heaved a sigh as the cat and the dog continued to squeal next to him in an earshattering volume, and he had to take a step away so that he wouldn't start snapping. It was way too late at night for so much noise. Ross's earlier suggestion from before, the one where he voiced to go to a different room and get acquainted with each other, seemed to have gone largely unnoticed... or so he thought, until the deep voice decided to make itself known again in the dark. "You all can sit here and wait for the freak puppet show to come back. I'm going back to where I know there aren't lunatic rats running around. Good luck, kids. I've never been one for late night parties," the beast announced, Chiaroscuro barely being able to make out its outline in the dark; whatever he was, it was four-legged and probably dark-pelted, and starting to move away from the group and down the hall.

The Staraptor watched in silence as he padded away, and took a step to the side as the other dog, the one the Jolteon had crashed into, quietly stood up and hurriedly began padding after the beast. Ross blinked slowly and nearly took a step forward, ready to follow one of the only pokémon that actually had sense and apparently listened to his suggestion, when the cat, distracted from her snuggling, cried out after them. "Not like we needed you, gold-horns," she yelled, letting a haughty sound escape from her afterwards. Horns? The beast had horns? What kind of pokémon was he? Definitely not something Ross had ever seen before in his life... much like the tiny, dark-furred, horned cat, he speculated. What kind of pokémon was 'Lulu', anyway? Chiaroscuro had never seen nor heard of a cat with horns.

"Sh-should we follow them? Or..."

The bird turned his dark, rust-red eyes down on the Jolteon, the unimpressed, bored look still plastered over his face. He turned his head back up soon, however, seemingly thoughtful. Well, it would be a wise idea to follow the beast and Snitchy, who followed him... after all, it was chaos out in the real world, and it was better to travel in a group rather than alone. Well, most of the time, anyway. "Sure, unless you'd rather be here alone, kid," he replied after a pause, turning his neck a little bit and stretching the muscles before looking down into the Jolteon's eyes. The dark eyes, surrounded by pale fur, looked kind of creepy in the dark, but Ross pushed that thought to the back of his mind. It didn't matter, and the Jolteon had far proven she was far from 'creepy'. "S-sorry about that. My name is Ciana -- this here is Lulu." The Jolteon was Ciana, and the weird cat was Lulu. Sounded easy enough to remember.

"Right. Name's Chiaroscuro, but since nobody can remember that, just Ross is fine. Well, get up kiddos, you can continue your heartwarming reunion later; for now, let's follow the other big guy, yeah?" He let the smallest smile appear on his beak, though it wasn't much; he didn't know whether the other two could even see his face in the dark, anyway. Damn the electric rat for blowing out all the lights. He then turned around and began walking down the hallway, in the same way the Herdier and 'gold-horns' had gone. They'd better get their arses out of the place, quick; before the Raichu realized they weren't playing tag and decided to come join the party again with his freak show antics. The Staraptor took a few steps and then turned back, eyes on the cat and dog. "You coming?"

Logan heard some of what else was said as he left the cacophany of the group for darker, quieter retreats, not paying them much mind. He heard the horned kitten defiantly announce that they didn't need him anyway, which suited him fine. The younger generations and he had never really gotten along that well, even if he didn't yet consider himself old. Still, he began tuning out the noise when something told him to turn around and look.

He spotted the canid that had been with the unfortunate ninetales, and that had been the cushion for the jolteon's escape. Tilting his head, he sensed no malice or aggression, so... was this fellow following him? Glad that there was some sense in the group beside the bird, he gave his fellow canid an appreciative smile and nod, then turned back and kept his path. "Name's Logan. Yourself?" Unaware of his company's affliction, he felt it was a good enough beginning to a quiet conversation between the two. His voice was low and soft, to not attract more attention.

Frankie was left watching the excited reunion, only half aware that the group was gradually trickling away down the hallway. In all honesty, Snitchy was pretty hard to keep track of anyway, considering he was forever silent and the Ninetales himself took it upon himself to make up for it. Still, he was content to remain in blissful ignorance. He wasn’t sure about this ‘Lulu Kitten’, wondering whether she was a bit too young for his own interests, but little Sparky was a creature he was more than happy to ogle at it. Signature sleazy grin hanging lopsided on his face, Frankie was only brought out of his ‘observations’ when the newcomer spoke.

"Not like we needed you, gold-horns!"

Huh? Gold-Horns? Frowning, the fox shifted on the spot, eyes wide as they latched onto the retreating hound through the darkness. Where the hell’s he going? As he strained through the gloom, Frankie soon distinguished the familiar, scruffy form Snitchy. Smirking, almost pleased the Herdier had the guts to challenge his control and obvious authority over him, the fire-type rose to his feet.
“You sly dog, Snitchy,” He muttered to himself, half amused, half annoyed at his companion’s abrupt change of allegiance. What did ol’ fancy horns have that he didn’t? Straightening himself up, choosing to fall deaf to the mindless chatter between the girls – his girls, sounds better – Frankie began strolling after the escapees.

"Right. Name's Chiaroscuro, but since nobody can remember that, just Ross is fine. Well, get up kiddos, you can continue your heartwarming reunion later; for now, let's follow the other big guy, yeah?"

Oh, wait, they’re still on introductions? Frankie, having successfully re-zoned back into the conversation around him, turned to the bird with a lazy smile.
“Chiarosowho?” Yeah, there was no way he’d remember a name that long. Ross was much easier. Nodding his head, his half-torn ear flopping about with the almost formal gesture, he trotted onwards. The bird and bitches would follow – they had no choice, after all. Besides, he needed to win back his disgruntled little apprentice before he began worshipping Mr. Gold-Horns in his absence, his quest for popularity would have to wait.

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"Name's Logan. Yourself?"

Jimmy looked up to the canine, surprised that a creature so proud and regal of appearance had the patience to converse with a creature as lowly as himself. Still, he was embarrassed he couldn’t be as gracious enough to offer a reply to his query. Shuffling awkwardly on the spot, only succeeding to manage a weak whine of an apology, the Herdier struggled to catch Logan’s eyes. He couldn’t offer any conversation save the occasional whine, grunt or growl – no wonder Frankie had taken such a liking to him. Although opening his mouth to reveal the scarred evidence of his affliction seemed explanation enough, Jimmy simply thought the idea too bold. He didn’t want to burden the newcomer with such a macabre image. Instead, he managed an awkward smile, quick to disappear as he heard footsteps behind.

Unsurprisingly, it was Frankie.

Fan-Fucking-Tastic.

“You guys made an awful sneaky getaway,” He commented, loudly. Slowing to a halt just aside the scruffy, clearly irritated Herdier, Frankie tossed the accompanying hound a dazzling grin. “Everyone’s on the way – you fella’s best slow up, eh?”

Frankie, you’re one of a fucking kind…


(( Oh, Frankie definitely will, Ciana. xD ))

The Purrloin nodded at Ciana's words, brushing up right against the motherly Jolteon and giving a deep purr. "Well at least we have each other," she mumbled, wagging her tail like a dog. "Right. Name's Chiaroscuro, but since nobody can remember that, just Ross is fine. Well, get up kiddos, you can continue your heartwarming reunion later; for now, let's follow the other big guy, yeah?" Lulu regarded the large bird carefully, before gazing in awe at his wings.

"Ross," she tested the name on her tongue. "Simple and easy... I like it!" the feline's eyes were still locked on at the Staraptor's wings, even after he began shuffling towards where gold-horns and foxy trotted off to. When the avian inquired if they were coming or not, the Purrloin shuffled. "Well, now that everyone's following him we don't have much of a choice, do we?" she pouts, flattening her ears. "Besides, it's not fair if you guys get to have the bigger party!"

Fluffing up her fur and stretching, she took a few paw-steps to where everyone else was going. Stopping to look back at her old-time friend, she smiled. "Are you alright?" she suddenly mewed. "It's been a long time since I've last seen you over at Fortrees, I hope everything's been okay since then," Lulu murmured, twitching her tail to motion the Jolteon to come. "Let's go, Cee-Cee. Let's show this gang what we're made of!"

Ciana sighed softly in releif as her words seemed to soothe Lulu, the small cat rubbing against her side again as her purr filled the Jolteon's ears. "Well at least we have each other," the Purrloin pointed out in a soft tone, making Ciana touch her nose to one ear in agreement. How nice it felt to have someone nearby that was not some creepy stranger or some weirdo. Ciana shuddered at past memories but was dragged from her thoughts as the giant avian spoke again. "Right. Name's Chiaroscuro, but since nobody can remember that, just Ross is fine. Well, get up kiddos, you can continue your heartwarming reunion later; for now, let's follow the other big guy, yeah?" Ciana could have sworn that she saw the smallest of smiles on the fearsome beak of his, and allowed a small one of her own in return. "Chiaroscuro," the Jolteon said to herself. Then her face brightened. "Chiaroscuro. I can remember that. What a unique name." She hid a growing smile at little Lulu beside her as the kitten ran over the name as well. "Ross. Simple and easy... I like it!"

As the two began walking in the direction of the Douche's loud drawl, something suddenly set her pelt on end. The spikes along the Eeveelution's lower back and hind legs suddenly shot up, as did her ears. There was something... Something off. Fighting the growing feeling of fear, Ciana did not even react to Chiaroscuro's inquiry about if they were following. Her heart was suddenly racing in her ears, making things hard to hear. "...just... L-let's get a move on." Was the gentle Joltie's eventual response, but she kept my gaze over her shoulder and into the dark. Cursing the Raichu for plunging them all into darkness, Ciana strained to catch a glimpse of monsters in the dark. She could have sworn that she heard a guteral growl from far off and nearly jumped out of her skin. "Are you alright?" Lulu's voice didn't help and the electric type's breathe hitched in her throat before managing to take a normal gulp of air and nodded shakily to Lulu, unable to speak yet. Fucking imagining things. I know I am. Have to be. Mama always promised that no monsters hid in the dark... but I never did outgrow the fear of the dark. Shuddering slightly, she made an effort to follow Lulu's small frame.

"It's been a long time since I've last seen you over at Fortrees, I hope everything's been okay since then," she gently spoke, trying to soothe the Jolteon. Ciana fought the urges that followed those words. She wanted to cry, scream, and just take a long nap. No. Lulu could not have possibly known the hell she went through with Absol. Nor the feeling of not knowing if he was ever safe. No... Nothing has been okay, Lulu, dear. But I would not have changed a single thing. Thankfully, the Purrloin flicked her tail and spoke of a lighter subject, which Ciana was ever grateful for. "Let's go, Cee-Cee. Let's show this gang what we're made of!" Ciana purred in response, shedding the uneasy feelings as she trotted forward. "Course. Gotta make sure these boys know who is in charge," She teased lightly, her tone soft.

But then the atmosphere changed and the Jolteon froze. There was electricity in the air. But it wasn't her or the Raichu. Flicking her ears, Ciana whispered, "Did you feel that?" The response that came was not from any of the group. It was a low, frightening growl. Similar to earlier, but much closer. Ciana watched in horror as a pair of crimson eyes shown from much further in the hallway, the glowing orbs that of a demon as they rose much too far above the floor to be an easy fight. Having been the last one in the group and the one closest to the beast, the Jolteon could not move as the eyes of the monster settled on her. Then the thing roared, a deafening sound as it readied to charge. Judging from the eyes, it was no more than fourty or thirty yards away. Ciana didn't wait for it to run at them. "Run!" she screamed, scrambling on her paws to flee in the direction of the other canines. Just her luck. Of course something would ahow up right after finding some other living. Of course.

[ooc: Shit just got real. Alright guys, this is an Arcanine. It has mutated to be much larger than normal as well as some other fun stuff I will reveal when it becomes visible. I would just run. Lol Because this would be one hell of a fight.]

Game Time~

Game Time~

Walking through the darkness was so much more fun while singing this song in my head. Maybe I could make it an official song and make the total universe know of it! It was like, the perfect song for me right now, especially since I would be out playing tag in a second, as soon as I find wherever those other pokemons where…

It was taking longer than normal to find them. Partly cause I kept singing that song, but also because the foot that was leaking paint was slowing me down. It didn’t want to work normally. Sissy had said something scary about that before leaving that room, but I chose to ignore her, figuring she was trying to get back at me for something I had done before. But now….it was starting to get to me. Especially after I had slipped back there. I just thought figured that the paint was slippery, which that made sense to me, but Sissy just kept saying, “I told you so, I told you so”.

I hadn’t slipped a second time, but now I was taking things slow, avoiding more ‘I told you so’ phrases from her by pretending to look for the pokemon in each room I passed. And by checking I meant knocking on each door, I may be playing a game, but it was still mean to open doors that where closed, unless I heard things behind it, then it was fair game.

I kept looking for the others in this maze, I was impatient to play already. That’s when I heard it, a giant roar. I swear that roar made the WHOLE tower shake!

“Hurry up Cyril, they’ve gotten bored and started a new game, the ROARING GAME!”

The roaring game? I had to play that!


((was gonna skip to make more time between him leaving, and him finding everyone again, but ended up making him do his own thing in the end |D))

"Chiarosowho?" asked a voice, as soon as the bird had stated his own name. It took him all his might to not roll his eyes at the pitiful mental prowess of the Ninetails that was quickly becoming apparent. It was the truth; that fox wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, not exactly. But Ross did say that since nobody could pronounce it, 'Ross' would be fine. It didn't mean 'please go ahead and try to say my name anyway', it meant 'just call me by the other name'. Fortunately, even the little cat had more brains than the lanky Ninetails, and though a simple 'Ross' would've been okay, the Jolteon seemed more than capable of pronouncing the Staraptor's longer name perfectly fine.

After that, he watched as the turns went around, the cat and Jolteon introducing themselves rather quickly. Lulu, and Ciana. The exact names they had called each other during the snuggle fest. It wasn't very hard to remember, and thank goodness for that; from what Ross had seen so far, there were perhaps six pokémon total that had appeared, counting in himself and not counting in the crazy Raichu. If every single one of them had some sort of long and difficult name, it would've been torture. And at speaking of the other members, Chiaroscuro's head turned around from his small, current group of four to the direction where the beast and Snitchy had left to. The hawk squinted his eyes into the darkness of the hallway, but to his poor night vision, the other pair seemed to already have gone, and been swallowed up in the darkness.

"Hey. Where the hell did they go?" he barked, though even then, his voice seemed more muffled and quiet than the rambunctious Ninetails was. In the short silence that followed, Ross noticed a slight change in atmosphere; it was hard to explain, but the air felt heavier and charged. Ciana apparently noticed the change, too, and pointed it out early. "Did you feel that?" the Jolteon whispered, and the feeling of fear joined the stifling air. Ross's eyes were narrowed and he took one, small step into the dark, feeling the cool tile underneath. A low growl snaked its way through the pokémon standing in the hall, a pair of red eyes becoming visible down the hallway. The creature was alarmingly close -- how it got so near the group without anyone's notice was a mystery to Ross.

Either way, it was an Undead and they had to scramble or get killed. "All of you, get a move on it! No stupid comments this time, fox, just run [or fly] after the other two!" snapped out Chiaroscuro, looking to and from each pokémon, his wings spreading out and practically filling the entire hallway with their broad span. The creature in the dark made a ferocious roar, the sound practically echoing down the entire tower and reaching up to the night clouds. Perhaps, together, they could take down whatever this intruder was, but at the moment it was dark and crowded; a fight would probably be a disadvantage. With hope, though, this one was the only Undead in close proximity of them all.

Logan's eyes and ears caught the quiet reply of the other canine, the latter only able to muster an awkward smile and a whimper. Could he not speak? Did he not have a name? Before he could ask to satisfy his curiosity, the clicking of clawed paws sounded behind them, soon followed by a voice he'd already learned to loathe. 'That damn fox...'

"You guys made an awful sneaky getaway," the moronic ninetales commented, flashing Logan a toothy, obnoxious grin. If he were more up to starting a fight, he'd snatch that grin right off that stupid face of his. But seeing as he and the scruffy, silent one seemed to be companions, he didn't feel like making enemies just yet. "Everyone’s on the way – you fella’s best slow up, eh?"

"I already said I didn't want to be there when trouble showed back up. Go back to your mosh pit. You belong more with them than with pokemon that actually want to stay..." His growl of a reply paused when a rumble echoed not just through the corridor, but through the walls and floors themselves. Something was headed their way... something big. Quickly, sounds and words of panic came from the direction he'd left, sending his fur on end. "Looks like you and the others got your wish-- we got more trouble than some delusional rat! I hope you're happy-- maybe this one wants to play with you too!" He then turned tail, running the way he was heading down the hall, hoping something safe was close.

The others seemed to be close behind, so as he galloped, he tossed his head back. "Any bright ideas?!"

"I already said I didn't want to be there when trouble showed back up. Go back to your mosh pit. You belong more with them than with pokemon that actually want to stay...”

Frankie’s smile was immovable as always, sensing the hostility in the canine’s words but too lazy to even consider doing something about it. A lot of people hated him – of course he could never understand why that was – but it was something he’d just grown used to. Insults, verbal jibes meant nothing; hell, even physical damage wasn’t enough to sway the canine’s peppy spirit. Frankie’s temper was almost mythical, fabled due to his extraordinary ability to misjudge situation after situation.

However, a rumbling sound soon broke the silence, the canine’s grin dropping as his ears pricked at the noise.
“The fuck is that?” He muttered, his reaction more of excited curiosity rather than fear. Hardly hearing the red-dog’s parting words, the Ninetales was instead facing the sound’s source to catch glimpse of two red orbs behind the rapidly-approaching group. Ah… Probably best to start running…

"All of you, get a move on it! No stupid comments this time, fox, just run [or fly] after the other two!"

He heard the bird’s order overhead, looking up to catch the avian filling the hallway with his impressive wingspan. Alright for some. Smiling, his lanky legs springing to life as he sprinted after the others at a surprising speed, Frankie looked akin to a puppy. Of course, part of him knew the danger pursuing the group, but it was far easier to delude himself into thinking this was, like the Mightyena-creature said, another game. Resisting the urge to laugh, his veins pumping with sweet adrenaline, Frankie looked back to Ciana and Lulu, grinning away as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.
“Keep up, girliles!” He called back through pants, blocking out the undead emerging from the gloom a short distance behind them. Eh, we’ll be fine! Turning back, his pace unfaltering despite the unusual cheer surrounding his scruffy form, Frankie stumbled as his paw came into contact with Snitchy who gave a yelp of surprise. Laughing, remaining tails wagging behind him as he side-stepped his fallen companion, Frankie darted on ahead. “C’mon, Snitchers! You’re as slow as the girls!”

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Jimmy had been pleasantly surprised that his new companion’s reaction hadn’t been malicious, a demand of why he hadn’t answered. Perhaps he knew? But of course, Frankie’s arrival proved an unwelcome distraction. Smirking lightly at the horned-canine’s bitter words directed at the dim-witted fire-type, Jimmy was quick to sense vibrations in the earth. Head raised, ears pricked as his wide, lavender eyes stared down the hallway, the fear soon took hold of him.

Running on instinct, short legs propelling him after the crimson hound as the footsteps of the others grew louder with each passing moment. The bird was flying above, Frankie laughing and calling in jest a short distance behind. Now’s not the time, Frankie! Unable to spare the time to even consider how much he wanted the ability to scold the gambling Ninetales right now, the Herdier instead focused his efforts on controlling his erratic heartbeat. Although the injection of fear gave him reason to quicken his running, it wasn’t quite enough.

A one-toed paw landed hard on his tail, Jimmy unable to silence the yelp of pain that the clumsy Ninetales had caused – accidentally or otherwise. Brought to an abrupt halt, his footing lost as he landed face-first on the cold ground, the Herdier looked up in time to see the offending canine leaping almost gracefully over. His words were the icing on the cake.

But Lulu and Ciana were still running, the monster hot on their heels.

Curling up a moment, paws covering his head in a vain bid to prevent being crushed by his fleeing companions, the Herdier felt the heat of the others pass before scrambling maniacally back to his paws. No, he didn’t want to be here. He could hear the undead bellowing behind him, his scruffy fur standing on end as his paws furiously propelled him after the others. His kind was meant to be relatively quick; it was typical he’d been blessed with such short, stubby legs. Breathing ragged, heart threatening to burst from his chest altogether – Jimmy daren’t look behind.

When the Purrloin froze at Ciana's comment, she didn't quite know what to expect. Lulu knew that it would be an undead of some sort but... The faintest of silhouette that she could see with her feline vision struck fear into her, the hulking body of a mutt rising from the ground. It's roar still rang in her ears long after it cried, and her diminutive figure was trembling. The bony, skinny legs of the cat were almost automatic, the reaction time to the Jolteon's shout only a few milliseconds. "Run!" Adrenaline was rushing through her, leaping into the more darker areas of the shadows. Only her bright eyes were visible, speeding across the carpet.

Her paws were aching, the filthy rug creating friction between her feet and the ground as she sprinted. Lulu could feel the heat from her pads, the sharp pain when she stepped on a shard of glass causing her to yelp and stumble, but easily catching her footing. She was the youngest of the group, and thus, was determined to prove that she wouldn't just be another mouth to feed. "Any bright ideas?!" Gold-horns shouted, and the dark-type yelled back.

"We need to get to a room with more area, we can't dispose of it in narrow hallways!" That is, if they were going to dispose of it. The thought of facing such a menacing foe was making her uneasy, she didn't know if she could do it. "Stick to taking sharp turns, it can't be as coordinated as us if it's that big and undead. Maybe we can lower it's stamina by causing it to crash into walls and other objects?" throwing her two cents in, the child fought harder to dash faster, keeping up minimally with the others.

"All of you, get a move on it! No stupid comments this time, fox, just run [or fly] after the other two!" Ross ordered immediately, taking to the air. Don't have to fucking tell me twice! Within only a hand full of seconds, the entire group was moving, almost as a single unit. The Jolteon kept close to Lulu's side, not allowing herself to outrun her old friend. As the cat hissed with pain suddenly, concern darkened Ciana's gaze but there was no time to say any words of comfort. The Eeveelution's long legs begged to go further, make longer strides, and abandon the slower ones in the group, but Ciana's heart would not let her. Keeping strict pace beside Lulu, she didn't say anything as she stayed by the side of the younger cat.

“Keep up, girliles!” The Supreme Douche called back, his voice almost high with exhilleration. Ciana felt her spikey pelt bristle despite herself. I swear to Zapdos. I will flay his fucking hide first chance I get. Allowing herself to ignore the fact that she was not violent in the least, Ciana took comfort in the idea of shutting his damn trap for him. But her opinion of the Ninetales only grew at his next show. As Ciana kept pace beside Lulu, worry keeping her firmly by her friend's side, the Ninetales did not share her caring nature. Horror washed over her as she could only watch as he stepped on the tail of his quiet companion. A mortified gasp escaped the Jolteon in unison with the cry of the small canine. And did the Douche wait to see if he would catch up? Did he care enough to try and help? Did he even spare a passing glance? Of course not. With a loud burst of laughter, he merely kept going. “C’mon, Snitchers! You’re as slow as the girls!” With the show of complete disregaurd for life and death alongside the ovious stab at her pride, Ciana's temper flared as she snared her vent at the bastard. "The FUCK, man?!" The Jolteon spat, her eyes the ery definition of fury as she shot venom at the arrogant bastard.

As Lulu kept on the pace, even going as far as conversing with the horned canine, Ciana did not have the heart to keep going. She forced her pace to drop to an almost walk as she waited for 'Snitchers' to catch up. Luckily he was on his feet in no time, rushing forward with an impressive burst of speed. "I won't leave you," Ciana muttered almost darkly as she kept close to the nameless dog. She could feel the hot breathe of the beast behind her, almost hear the slopping of teeth over her boney frame, but in the heat of the moment, none of it mattered. She could only pray that the others would have a plan. The Jolteon, stubborn as she was, refused to abandon the poor soul that had been treated so poorly. If he gets caught, then so do I. Absol flashed behind her eyes, but all it gave her was another surge of determination. She would not die there, meaning that neither would the larger canine at her side.

And it was at that moment that she stumbled.

The Jolteon, always a clumsy fool, felt her footing falter slightly in her bad knees and buckled slightly. Her pace dropped noticiably, but all she did was grunt through the pain and bounded forward again, but behind the quiet dog. That was also when she got her first look at it. Revoltion and horror made bile rise in the Jolteon's throat as she got a good look at the gaping maw of the beast. It had only one normal eye, the right side completely melted away and missing, but that was not made her shriek in terror. On the left side of it's face, were dozens and dozens of... eyes. Like spots from a poka-dotted dress, they went down it's face and to it's neck. Where it's canine teeth should have been, massive pinchedlike mandibles protruded, snapping hungerly within inches of Ciana's tail. She screamed again, "The fuck!!" Putting on more speed than she could have ever thought possible, Ciana shot forward like a bullet, returning to the 'Snitcher's' side again in her mad dash.

Eyes impossibly wide and full of horror, all she could see was those eyes and insectoid mouth.

[ooc: Feel free to loose the bugger with whatever means you guys like. I don't know Realgam Tower's layout at ALL LOL So anyone is free to find a place to ditch it xD]

Roaring game, Roaring game,
Gonna play that Roaring game.~

I

Want

To play

The

ROARING GAME

Despite that many of those pokemon have strange roars, many of which sounded like screams to me, I really wanted to play this game. Because for once this tower was filled with noise! And I found out that I Love noise! The amount of noise filling this part of the tower was making me jump inbetween steps, making the paint going out of my foot make everything a mess, but I did not care, the tower can go take a bath later, better than me taking one anyways.

Ohh! Another roar, this one was the one that sounded like a scream, it was the loudest of them all, and surely the one winning the game right now. I could she was the one to compete against, the one that I needed to beat to win, I knew because Brody told me of course! If I lost the game, I would never hear the end of it, he would use that to bother me whenever he wanted, and this wasn’t just a guess, or a hunch, it was a fact.

“You better not lose you hear? It’s roaring, the easiest thing in the word to do, if anything I could win that with my mouth closed!”

I can’t lose after that.

I heard running, apparently there was running involved in this game? Oh well, I ran also, least as fast as I could with slippery paint feet, trying my hardest to keep up to the close noise. Running so hard that I felt amazing, the world getting fuzzy around me. But I wasn’t running fast enough, I couldn’t run fast enough at the moment, or else I’d fall and lose them, and end up missing this wonderful game. So I did what had to be done, with a swift nod from both Sissy and Brody, as if they were telling me I had to do this, I let out my loudest roar at the quickly receding figures.

They had to turn back at that, I had to play that game, WE had to play it.

((Cyril is losing blood, and getting slightly dizzy, kinda wondering how he’d take seeing that mutant :’D And a bit shorter than usual I'll admit, but gonna have him catch up next turn/round/post |D))

[Sorry for the late, was busy @u@ And if it's a little rushed-looking, it was XD I got permission from Ciana to pick... Ciana up.]

The Staraptor slowed down his flight through the halls so he could keep a tab on the progress of the others; he was pretty sure that he was much faster through the air than the rest on the ground, especially with the hazard of broken glass lying everywhere. Damn, company could be trouble sometimes, and this time it was big trouble. "Any bright ideas?!" demanded one of the voices Ross had heard earlier, and he remembered it belonged to 'Gold-Horns'. Maybe sooner or later, the Staraptor would figure out his name. If they had time to do that, anyway. He could hear the dark-furred, horned cat throw out some suggestions in her higher pitched voice, and he had to admit, the cat had some good brains. More than the fox, anyway.

"Sounds fine and dandy to me, but for now, focus on getting away! Don't fall behind and watch your step -- there's glass down there," the bird responded, though he was pretty sure they were quite aware of that. With the assumption that the Raichu had destroyed the lights and scattered glass all over the floor, Chiaroscuro wondered just how much of the hotel the electric rat had destroyed. He could see all the rest of the group fleeing on foot from the Undead, and despite the situation, found it a little amusing that he was the only one who could fly away from the danger. But now was not the time. He did notice how the cat's voice was a little farther away from the rest, and he stalled himself a little bit so that he could keep up with the group, but stay close to the last couple of pokémon.

The Staraptor wasn't sure of whether to be thankful or not thankful that the Ninetails was keeping up with the group. It was great he was surviving, but he was reckless and obviously uncaring of any other but himself. With a snarky comment to the females of the group, Frankie ran on and even stepped on another's tail [Chiaroscuro couldn't see the details, but he could see the vague shape of it happening], assuming it to be the silent 'Snitchy' dog. Whoever fell, he or she wasn't as bright-furred and visible as the Jolteon, but he was pretty sure that if Frankie had stepped on Gold-Horns then he would've been flayed and left as dessert for the Undead before another laugh could jump out of his tireless maw.

With a little 'tch' escaping from his beak, he slowed down and flew a little closer to the ground, ready to snatch the poor sap away before he got trampled or eaten by the thing chasing them all, but to his credit, the Herdier recovered rather quickly and dashed off. Snitchy seemed capable of taking care of himself, apparently -- it was the damned fox that was his problems. It didn't mean Chiaroscuro was allowed to retreat to his sanctuary of higher up in the air, though; soon, another one stumbled, and this time it was the young Jolteon. She did keep on running, or attempting to run, but he could notice she was having some trouble. But slowing down even a little bit could end badly in a situation like this, and it was obvious by how the lumbering creature was gradually catching up. The Jolteon did glance back and screech something in response to the sight of the thing, before rushing forward in a mad dash.

Ross supposed he should be thankful for his bad eyesight in the dark. After all, just looking at the thing made Ciana jolt forward like lightning [no pun intended] even with being apparently injured or lamed of some sort. With a grumble under his breath and a slight wonder to why he would even bother to do something risky for a bare stranger he just met [after all, he wouldn't be at fault even if something happened], he swooped down and picked up the Jolteon right off the ground, hoping she wouldn't struggle like hell. Ross's species had strong claws, true, but he could only keep his grip so firm without having the talons pierce skin. "Don't force yourself if you're hurt, kid," he said as he turned a corner, "and hold still, because you're in for one wild air ride...!"

As they ran through the formerly exquisite hallway, Logan frantically pulled up memories of the place, searching his knowledge for a place to go. They were within the hotel of this place, littered with various bedrooms and recreational rooms. He soon remembered the Game Parlor and the Dining Area, the former within the latter. The rooms were spacious, and, with the little horned cat's thinking, would provide enough space for them to turn and fight whatever monstrosity was chasing them. Thank God this hallway was nothing but a giant circle.

He glanced back, just to check that everyone was indeed behind him, his face falling a little at spotting the infuriating ninetales. Maybe the monster would eat him. "There's a double door on the right, which will lead into one of the gaming parlors! Now!" He spotted the door and skidded, turning awkwardly and sliding in, dislodging some leftover chairs and tables as he entered. He turned, eyes on the doors as he watched for the others.

"I won't leave you,"

Those four, soft words confused the Herdier to no end. Turning his scruffy head to find the Jolteon running faithfully alongside him, Jimmy could hardly comprehend the idea of such kindness. Loyalty was a rarity in his world. You couldn’t trust anyone. Everyone was out to get you, to ruin you and tear out your tongue. But the sincerity in her words brought a shy smile to the canine’s face, touched that creatures like the electric-type still existed. Thank you…

No sooner had he looked away, the presence beside him faded, Jimmy fully aware that the Jolteon had escaped her periphery. Alarmed, he strained to catch sight of her without lessening his pace, knowing that were he to trip again; it would be unlikely he would catch up. But a shriek quickly pinpointed her location. Heart beating erratic in his chest, the Herdier caught glimpse of the cause of such terror. It was hideous. Physically repulsed, Jimmy hadn’t the stomach to risk another glance, but given the incentive to rocket onwards now that he knew exactly what foul beast pursued them.

The bird soon descended uncomfortably close as Ciana was taken in protective talons, lifted out of harm’s way to leave Jimmy stranded. Although a pang of jealousy bit him at the bird’s decision to rescue the female in favour of him, he wasn’t surprised. Swallowing the harsh reality, the Herdier sprinted as fast as short legs would take him, trying to blot out the mental image of the monster breathing down his neck.

Frankie, meanwhile, was having a great time. The adrenaline, the exhiliation that came with running for your life was addictive. The Ninetales had never grown sick of the furious beating in his chest, the excitement rushing through his blood that propelled him to be the best he could. It was like a drug – Frankie craved the sensation. Running along only half-aware of the serious conversation volleying around him, the fox kept up fairly easily as gangly legs secured his position towards the front of the group.

"There's a double door on the right, which will lead into one of the gaming parlors! Now!"

“Wait, what?” The Ninetales frowned, confused as his mind finally tuned in on the plan marginally late. But instead of earning a reply, his oblivious query coming too late, the fox followed the crimson canine’s example and skidded around the corner into the room after him. Tripping over a collection of chairs, his lankiness proving a disadvantage as he toppled over, ensnared within the furniture, Frankie’s face was still without care. In fact he was grinning at his own clumsiness.

Snitchy darted in awhile later, eyes wide as he scurried past the bulk of the group in a bid to avoid the creature that followed him. Unable to warn the gathering of what exactly they were up against, the Herdier shook his head frenziedly as he came to a halt at the far-end of the room, knowing his battling experience would be entirely useless. Frankie having recovered from his inelegant crash, stood a short distance from Golden-Horns, remaining tails wagging as he shot the shaken Herdier a lax grin.
“You look like you’ve seen a fucking-“ His jibe was cut short as a throaty snarling met his hearing, eyes soon latching onto glimpse of countless, red eyes. “… monster,”

"The fuck!!" Ciana's shout made the child pause for a split second, looking behind her to see what in the world was so surprising. Her eyes became wide, analyzing the beastly sight before her in both a strange fascination and horror. The monster before her was what she would call 'epic', unsure whether to squeal or scream. However, when the figure kept bounding ever closer, the Purrloin soon realized that this was not one of her daydreams and instead quite real.

Sprinting again, her paws raced on the rough carpet so fast she almost seeming like she was levitating, absolutely determined to catch up with the group. "There's a double door on the right, which will lead into one of the gaming parlors! Now!" Her lungs were aching, breath short as she gasped for air. Reaching the corner, she inhaled deeply. "Aaaaand.... Bam!" taking the sharp turn, racing through the double doors. Unable to stop her momentum, the feline leaped onto a table and skidded to the other side, causing it to topple over along with multiple chairs.

Falling face-flat onto the floor, she scurried to stand again. "...Oops." she mumbled, before running forward again and sticking right to the shadows. "Is it coming?"

Ciana stayed close to the scruffy canine. She knew that everyone in the group was awear of her slip and mad dash, but chose not to think about it. She would have been flushed and embaressed normally, but at that moment the entire group was within a life or death situation. And it was not time to think about petty things like what the others would have thought about her actions in a moment of frenzied panic. The thin Joltie did not miss the look passed to her from 'Snitchers.' There was an inner light that spoke his gratitude more than words could have. Ciana also promised herself to never call him 'Snitchers' to his face. The Douche called him that. Surely there will be another way to find something better to call him.

The Eeveelution sighed softly in her mind, once more in the situation she was in before sighting the monsterous undead behind them. Lulu and the horned canine seemed to have a plan and simply followed their lead, cringing again as pain shot up one of her legs for a seemingly random reason. Fucking JOINTS. But it seemed that right after she cursed herself, a firm grip was suddenly on her back. She recognized claws and the massive wings of an avian Pokemon. Completely forgetting Ross in her terror, a scream built in her throat as she was suddenly airborne. Instinctively waving her legs in a panic, it was only when he spoke that she froze. "Don't force yourself if you're hurt, kid," the flying one in their group told her, his voice so unexpectedly familiar that Ciana could have passed out from releif. It was not some flying undead.

Easily keeping pace with the others, the giant bird spoke again. "And hold still, because you're in for one wild air ride...!" Ciana didn't need to be told as much. She had stilled the moment she realized it was not an enemy bent on spilling her blood. Instinctively uncomfortable in the air with nothing inder her paws, Ciana settled for pulling her legs as close to her core as she could, trying to keep from trembling from the fear she felt. Even with Ross' help. Biting her lip, his words rang loudly theough her mind. He thinks I am hurt. That is the only reason he is helping me. All of the blood drained from her head in horror. But I am not hurt. It's genetic defects. At least I think so. But what if he knew that? The rest of them? Holy fuck, I will only be a danger to them all.

[ooc: Sorry for the pitifully ahort post. I could go on and on about how stressful this week has been, but it would only sound like excuses to me. I will not make a habit of halfing you all up. My deepest apologies.
Also, Ciana will be a badass next turn since I forgot she was still in Ross' grip. If you could release her next turn, Berdy, that would perfect.]

“Stop your resting, you need to get back up and go chase them down!”

That was the third time Brody had said that, but I couldn’t even respond to him. I was just too tired. I never get this tired when running. I was good at running, it was fun, so I liked it, but right now it wasn’t fun….My breathing was making the running a lot harder for some reason. That and my head…..everything felt….weird, like I was floating on a cloud and falling at the same time. I bet I would have fallen if I hadn’t leaned against the wall just now. I just, just needed a second to make the world go back to normal.

But Brody would just not stop, kept poking and poking, and another poke! It was just so…so….annoying! He just wouldn’t stop, and no matter what I did to try to shake him off, he kept at it, it was getting to me, and I could see the edges of everything I saw start to fade and….

“STOP IT!”

But I caught myself, just in time. My hand was made into a ball and was about to hurt my dear friend. I didn’t even remember doing that, or putting sissy down…..But that was changed, and sissy went straight to calming Brody down, telling him that I just needed some time to rest. Yeah, just some time to rest. And make the cloudiness go away. That’s all I needed.

Maybe I can just close my eyes a little, that helps. I already felt better by doing that, maybe a few minutes could help, and the spinning would stop. I'll go play after that, maybe go tag every one of those weirdo pokemon. Even the No-Fun-Bird.

[I love how Cyril just always refers to Ross as if he's an old fart who doesn't like fun XD "GET OFF MY FUCKIN' AIR SPACE"]

With the Jolteon in his talons, the Staraptor had stayed towards the back of the group with his eyes locked on the Purrloin as if she were prey, but really to keep watch to see whether her legs would fail like Ciana's did. But it seemed the Purrloin deserved more credit than it seemed at first glance, since she was keeping up relatively well with the rest of the group despite the size difference. Up ahead, Chiaroscuro could vaguely see the shape of three others running, being able to detect at least which one Frankie was -- he was the only one out of two pokémon there with really light colored fur, and the other one was in the Staraptor's grip. Granted, the Raichu had semi-light colors, but he wasn't there in the group. Nor did Chiaroscuro want him to be. Now it would just be sweet and dandy if the Raichu came back to distract the undead monster behind their tails with the prospect of an electrifying meal.

Granted, Ross nearly dropped the Jolteon in the beginning when she struggled, but thank Arceus for having being born as a bird of prey and being used to smaller pokémon writhing in his grip. Of course, this time, he just had to be careful not to crush the particular specimen in his talons. Thankfully, though, as soon as Ciana realized that he was a savior and not another killer, she became as still as Chiaroscuro had been hoping for. Perhaps a little too still, with a hint of stiffness. Then again, he doubted that the Jolteon had ever experienced travel by air. Her species were a little too big to be prey for birds, as well as the fact that flying-types had a disadvantage against them. "Should've said this earlier, but don't look down," the Staraptor commented, accompanied by a dry laugh.

In front of the two of them, he heard 'Gold-Horns' call out: "There's a double door on the right, which will lead into one of the gaming parlors! Now!" The loud sounds that followed were almost eardrum-crushing. Gold-Horns had suddenly skidded sideways, bashing open a set of double doors and then knocking over some things that were inside; Ross assumed there were tables and chairs in there by the sound of things scraping and screeching across the floor. The idiot fox and his Snitchy companion followed, only adding to the cacophony as one [probably Frankie] or both of them collided into more furniture. The Purrloin suddenly shot forward with an impressive burst of speed, dashing into the room and probably causing another ornament to fall and crash. Fuckin' brilliant. Wake up every living Undead in a quarter mile radius, why don't you?

It seemed Ciana and he would be the last to enter their slight foothold against the Undead snapping at their heels. Ross turned the corner, feeling the tips of his feathers hit the wide door frame as he flew into the [thankfully spacious] room. Flying around the room once to change directions back to facing the door, his large wings flapped at his sides as he almost practically braked in mid-air and gradually fluttered closer to the ground. He could've just let go of the Jolteon as soon as he entered the room, but that would probably result in her just simply tumbling across the ground and that wouldn't help anybody. Once close enough, Chiaroscuro released his grip on the Eeveeloution, letting her back down onto sweet Earth. Or as close as any of them could get to the ground, anyway, inside of a hotel in the sky. If she gets airsick, not my fault, he thought, as an afterthought to himself.

(( I hate to ask, but please skip me. Frankie & Jimmy are just waiting to fight the undead. ^^; ))

Lulu was silent, huddled quietly into the corner of the room as the others swiftly came in as well. Her eyes carefully scanned those who made it inside, analyzing them for any wounds or scrapes. 'After all,' she thought. 'We can't have the injured slowing us down.' The feline crept stealthily along the long shadows cast upon the walls, making it across the room in a quick, timely manner.

"Who knows the tower the most?" she mewed, attempting to recall how she had manged to get to this area of the hotel. She had climbed into a window from the outside, yes, discovered the amazing pink fluff and relied solely on her hearing to find the living. She barely remembered the turns she took, the labyrinth of the building filled with paths that the Purrloin never even traversed. "We need to know exactly where we are... We'll get lost if we don't."

[OOC: jhdgbsdifsd didn't want to skip, but I didn't have much for Lulu to do. @x@;; Sorry for the crappy post.]

Ciana would like to say that she was ninja, being all flipping in the air and shit, that she has amazing balance, and that she knows exactly what she was doing when released from Chiaroscuro's grip. But that was not a video game- and Ciana was not known for her sense of balance. "Ftttt-!!" The giant avian had been courtious enough to break some of his momentum upon entering the room, but even with a few rounds in the heights of the fancy hotel, Ciana still had quite a ways down to the hard tiled floor. The Joltie landed less than gracefully, her hindquarters falling faster so that her hind legs hit the ground before her front. For just a few seconds, the vulpine was standing upright like a human before one foot slipped, Coming through the air with a soft yelp, she hit the ground hard on her left side. Letting loose a hiss of pain, Ciana knew that would be nothing compared to being eaten and ripped apart by the massive undead.

Focusing on the throbbing of her shoulder hitting the hard ground twce in ten minutes actually helped her, and the icy stabbing going through her bone made her mind sharp. Awake and electrified with energy that the pain brought on, the Jolteon whipped around to face the monster just as it rammed uncoordinated into the room. With the unnamed canines, Lulu, and Chiaroscuro... Ciana still felt her pelt spike up in her terror. The thing was.... so massive. All of the eyes on the left side of its body lazily moved as one, all turning in the direction of the group of living. Lulu was already thinking ahead- asking who knew the tower. "We need to know exactly where we are... We'll get lost if we don't." Ciana snarled in fear at the Arcanine, trying to steel her nerves but the Jolteon's legs felt like jelly. THe undead had come to an immediate stop, almost analyzing the group. it unnerved Ciana more than if the thing had just barreled right through them. "I don't fucking know," Ciana responded in a hushed tone, never taking her dark gaze from the threat. "But whoever fucking knows this place should take the lead...."

Ciana saw the beast's tail twitch out of the corner of her eye. She squeaked in terror as the thing lunged. On instinct, Ciana snapped out a Light Screen attack. The thick, pink tinted glass appeared out of nowhere, seeming to materialize out of no where. "And NOW would be a good time!" As the mutated Arcanine slammed into the glass' its nose and face smeared gruesomely all over, making it fully visible for the others to see. Cringing, Ciana realized all too late that it would be the perfect opportunity to ditch the creature. Her mind went alight with a plan, executing it without being able to explain. "Someone take the lead!" She called out, her eyes lighting up as several more Light Screens appeared. The strength of the defensive attack was not strong and it would not last forever, but it would be enough. Almost boxing in the undead, it roared with a fury that sent ice down Ciana's spine.

She glanced behind her desperately to see if anyone actually listened to her, but then felt her courage fail altogether. Her legs nearly gave out from fear as she turned on her heels and fled out the doors with the others. She had done enough, she had helped enough... right?

[ooc: Lol Someone take the lead, please.]