The BLACKTHORNE Team

"You there, are you alright? I can hold them for a bit longer, but we need to do something if we're to get you out alive." The Krookodile nods in thanks, clutching the growing wounds on her body. "I've been better," she chuckles, watching as a Gabite began to join the fray. "Get her into the cavern behind you. I'll deal with this lot." she felt the Absol help her on her feet, her balance failing on her as her body threatened to topple over. "Come on now, stay with me. Lean on me, we've got to move with haste. Into the cavern, come on now." The ground-type couldn't help but look back at the battle, before laughing. "Aw man, I'm gonna miss the good part..." She and the dark-type began to slowly dagger to the cavern, entering to hear the sound of water. "Is this... the Dragon's den?" she asked with awe, looking around. "I've... I've made it."

She slowly shuffled into a sitting position on the floor, glancing at the Absol before turning away, surveying the area around her. "Shout if you need me! I'm going to get this one some help!" Francesca smiled. "'Kay," was her only reply, a grin plastered on her face. She looked around, joy lighting behind her eyes. "Rocco... I'm home." She flexed out her hands, awkwardly inching a bit deeper into the darkness. She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the dim lighting as she marveled quietly at the architecture. "So this is where you lived..." she laughed a bit, wincing as the pain of her fresh wounds nipped at her body.

"Keep fucking walking you worthless fucking hide!"
Scrafty did not bother to respond. Even as she walked, the more docile side was still in charge. Physically, at least. She was still the one holding her head low in the dark, the one crying tears of what would be blood, the dark streaks being black even if she was not hidden in the shadows. But the voice that came through her lips was menacing, becoming venomous in its hushed intense fury. "Look at yourself. Fucking pathetic. Pathetic worthless peice of shit. Why can't you just do something right for fucking once?"
Once again, she did not reapond.
"Call yourself a Harbinger, you harlot."
Scrafty flinched at that one and the other side did not miss it. She could feel the smirk radiating from the one she shared a head with. I... I never asked... to be... one... She knows.... She knows that....

But her thoughts were snapped out and away from her head as suddenly the sounds of a fight reached her. She had been moving alongside the edge of the city, lurking in the shadows as her only way of camelflauge, but now she was nearing some sort of commotion. Just as Scrafty gasped in horror, her mind spoke differently;
"Oh no.... Not someone else!"
And a perfect opportunity to show your worth.

Go find them. Take them out. Slaughter them like the dirt they are, infected or not.
Scrafty shook from where she was. She did not want to do what the voice said. She wanted to run, turn, flee before even more blood stained her hands. But even as her face was frozen with horror, her legs shuffled forward.
You will fucking learn to do as you are told. She would not let Scrafty go back. Even as the sight came into view, she flinched. A group of pitiful undead fighting a Gabite off to the side. But she had to be drawn to the darkness emerging from the cave. The Harbinger's frightened gaze landed on an injurged Krookodile and an invertedly colored Absol before flitting desperately away, praying Oh... Arceus... Don't let her notice... them.... But she had. And the voice responded viciously within the confinds of their shared mind. How DARE you try to wiggle out of this like the fucking worm you are. Kill them. SLAUGHTER THEM ALL.
Even as the other personality screamed, the Scrafty's feet still moved, taking her emacied and discolored body out of the shadows on the path to the Dragon's Den. N-no.... No..... P-please...
I. Said. Kill. Them. ALL.
By then tears were swimming freeling down her face, even as the yards closed between her and her deemed victims. The sobbing was kept silent by the darker side, even as she sneered, Pussy.

Scrafty could hear the shout of someone's voice. "Shout if you need me! I'm going to get this one some help!" He had not yet noticed her. From outside, she could just make out the maw of the reptilian beast pulling back into a genuine smile. What the fuck is she so happy about? Scrafty offered no reply to the venomous tone, just managing to catch the short response from said reptile.
The Absol, though, was silent. He did not speak. This only made the darker side's anger fester. Through that, though, Scrafty strained to catch the rest of what the Krookodile said. "Rocco... I'm home," she spoke again, moving further into the dark. ...R... Rocco?... She found herself standing at the entrance then, the Harbinger behind the backs of both Pokemon. But she was entranced by this female. "So this is where you lived..." The reptile appeared to be musing with herself. Scrafty stumbled forward, making the first sound as she scuffled across the ground.
As both pair of eyes snapped around to her, the dark types' gazes brightened with alarm, but Scrafty was docile for the moment. Her sorrowful eyes burned desperately into the other Unovian. "Please... R-Rocco... Who is this... Rocco?...." Her voice broke. The darker side snarled within her but the Harbinger continued on. "You must care... greatly for Rocco.... Why not... Why not go find... them?..." She was finally interrupted. Despite the obvious fear spiking his fur, the feline found his tounge. "Who are you? What are you doing here? ...we don't want any trouble."

The Absol's tone was calm, much more than Scrafty could recall anyone ever sounding when refering to her. They were always so fearful. Always ran.
She was clearly infected, despite the broken expression, the desperation in her eyes still shone with the crimson of infection. Any Pokemon with a good sense of smell could tell what she was.
But before she could respond, the voice of her other self was growing impatient. Just fucking DO IT. I said to KILL THEM. I want you to slaughter them with your own fucking hands, see their blood stain our own, and have the cold flesh of their bodies fuel our own. DO. IT. Forgetting about whoever the Rocco was, Scrafty found herself backing away, shaking her head slowly. No... No she had to get away. The duel type knew she would eventually end up hurting them. Hurting those who didn't deserve it. She hardly choked back a sob as she moved away from the pair, earning a spark of intrest, though cautious, from the Absol. He stepped forward. "...Are you alright?"
Scrafty paniked. He was getting too close.
"...N-NO! R-run! Get... Get away! I'm... I'm d-..." Her voice broke again. The Absol's face flashed with recognition. He was suddenly speaking again, but Scrafty could no longer hear him. It was clear from his demenor- he thought she beleived she was a danger just for being undead. N-no... Please.... Run...

Then it snapped. Before Scrafty could even process what had happened, the Absol was crying out involentarily from pain, slammed backwards against the cave wall. His body made a wet sound as he dropped back to thr ground, blood staining his midnight fur.
"Now, now. This is MUCH more fucking like it."
She had switched. Again. Without even being able to stop it. The docile side hid inside her own mind, trying desperately to block out the sounds of the fight sure to come.
The Absol slowly staggered to his clawed feet, blood pouring over his face, eyes hard set and bright with pain. In Scrafty's hand was the sharp, severed edge of the shiny's horn. "I must say, you were really starting to get on my fucking nerves. NO one talks to her." Her smirk grew murderous. "Except me."

The fight was brief. The four legged dark type lunged forward, smacked away with no effort. That time, as he lay on the ground, it was obvious he could not be able to stand again so easily. Scrafty walked upon him, flicking her wrist as she reached him. Blood suddenly splurted from his lush neck fur as she slit his throat as easily as cutting butter. She said nothing, merely scowling in dissatisfaction. She hated how he had spoken to her other side. He had no right to that. Even as he tried to gasp, gargling as he drowned in his own blood, it was only the mad terror in his gold eyes that satisfied her.
"Take that, douchebag."
But even then, the Absol's legs still moved. They were weak, half flails, but the limbs still held life. As Scrafty turned away to make her leave and let the majestic creature die on his own time, one leg bumped into her tail. Snarling in fury, the Harbinger's eyes alight with cold hatred, she slammed her hand down. The movement abruptly ceased, his face locked in a mask of horror as she cleanly sliced his body clean in two at his torso, the broken off spike then protruding from his body. "Fucking prick."

Scraftly grabbed the blood soaked throat of the dead Absol, dragging the front half of his body alongside with her as she walked back out of cave. A thick trail of red followed the Harbinger as she left the city of Blackthorne.

Blue peeked out, uncertain of what she would see. Were the voices she'd heard from the living? Or the turning and dying? .....No, she should take some precautionary measures. Best to say behind this convenient boulder and wait things out a bit. Blue stepped back a bit, suddenly feeling the ribbon on her tail catch against the rough bottom of the boulder. "Dang, I'm stuck..." Dang was a phrase she'd learned from her trainer, whenever they lost a battle, which was rarely. She found it quite catchy. "Gotta free myself before anything else happens..."

She pulled hard, trying to pull the ribbon out of where it had caught. A ripping noise followed. "This is bad....I'm going to get noticed, and what if they're not living? .....Maybe it's the end for me, payback for what I did for those undead."

"Bui bui?" A voice, with a curious edge sounded at the cave opening, near the boulder that hid her. "Dang! They must've found me..." No use in hiding now, she thought, when they already know where I am... She spread her wings slowly and glided silently out from behind the boulder, trying to keep a slightly guilty, but innocent expression. "After all, I haven't committed anything, have I?..." she muttered to herself. "It's not like-" She stopped as she saw the young pokemon standing at the mouth of the cave. "Dang, I just revealed myself! They didn't find me at all!" she shrieked, or rather tried to shriek. The most that came out was a whisper. "S-so who are you? You're um- living. Thought I'd- g-get to know you better." Best to get to know another ally than to make a foe.

((I'll let you guys decide if I'm a friend or a foe. Just keep in mind Blue isn't much of a vicious, bloodthirsty Pokemon.))

"Please... R-Rocco... Who is this... Rocco?....You must care... greatly for Rocco.... Why not... Why not go find... them?..." the unfamiliar voice caused the Krookodile only to turn slightly, the ground-type gazing at the Scrafty for a moment, the stench of death intoxicating their surroundings. "Because Rocco has passed away," she murmured softly, as if the topic was a fragile vase, threatening to fall from the edge of the table. "He was put down for being a vicious Pokemon...a load of bullshit." Francesca glanced at the harbinger for only a few more minutes, before turning away. She sat, calmly, eyes half-lidded with fatigue, but expression reflecting an odd look of acceptance.

She listened as the Absol asked the Scarfty if she was alright, and Francesca found her response unsettling. "...N-NO! R-run! Get... Get away! I'm... I'm d-..." About to turn around to see what was going on, the ground-type froze as she saw the dark body of the Absol fly past her, colliding with the wall with it's severed horn in the hands of the fighting type. "Now, now. This is MUCH more fucking like it. I must say, you were really starting to get on my fucking nerves. NO one talks to her. Except me." the Krookodile narrowed her eyes. The stench of blood was already thickening in the air.

However the fight was brief, short as the Absol's life had ended as quickly as she had met him. Leaving, the undead dragged the upper half of his body away, leaving a crimson path in her wake. "Buiii! Bui bui?" eyes wide, Francesca spotted a small figure in the dark, crawling forward as it cried. The Krookodile silently approached, finally reached the tiny Buizel. It was... so small, small enough to crush the child in-between her palms. Had Antonio been this small? She couldn't quite recall, the very memory of the Sandile paining her.

"Dang, I just revealed myself! They didn't find me at all!" the voice made Francesca look up, to find a Togekiss fretting about being found. "You might want to be quieter," the Krookodile mumbles. "The dead can hear voices as easily as we can," her gaze drifted back to the entrance, where the Scrafty had made it's leave. "S-so who are you? You're um- living. Thought I'd- g-get to know you better." she looked down at the water-type, curious. "Who are both of you is what I'd like to know. I didn't realize there were so many living here."

"You might want to be quieter," A strange Pokemon moved slightly, and Blue twitched as she realized there was a third Pokemon nearby "The dead can hear voices as easily as we can," "O-oops..." she muttered. "I-It's just that I haven't met many living like me much...its really a shock to suddenly meet two."
"Who are both of you is what I'd like to know. I didn't realize there were so many living here." Blue glanced at the unfamiliar Pokemon. "Are you from Unova?" she asked, curious. "I didn't get to see Unova in my travels, but my trainer had a cute little Tepic and...." she trailed away. She was revealing too much of herself there. Cuteness was one of her weaknesses, she thought, but who could resist baby Pokemon? "A-anyways, my name is Blue. Nice to meet other living creatures like you."

The Buizel, she realized what the little Pokemon was cried out and began to waddle towards her. After barely a step, it had fallen on its chest, rather painfully. "B-Bui.." The little cute thing looked like it was in shock and pain. Blue grimaced, then gave a sympathetic look. She really hoped it wouldn't- The little Buizel began to cry. "Oh dear...." Blue muttered, crying baby Pokemon were plain irresistible, she just had to break the ice here and help. "Did you get hurt? Are you alright?" She asked, moving foward a bit. Blue turned back to look at the strange Pokemon that looked almost similar to a Feraligator. They were both crocodile Pokemon, or at least gator Pokemon, she thought, there's some semblance. "Do you know this little guy?" she asked quietly. "And what are your names?"

"Bui? Bui bui?" the small Buizel had crawled over to her, staring up as she motioned to the scars that littered the Krookodile's body. She frowns, looking away. "Don't stick your nose in things that aren't your business, kid." she mutters. "Are you from Unova?" Francesca looks up, glancing at the Togekiss as she spoke of meeting a Tepig or something. "I'm an Unovian, yes. I hail from the deserts, namely the Route 4, beside the Desert Resort." she stated, calmly. "A-anyways, my name is Blue. Nice to meet other living creatures like you." she nods in acknowledgement.

When the child fell over and began to cry, the Krookodile grit her teeth, eyes narrowed as she peered back down at the water-type. She put a finger up to her mouth, emitting a sharp; "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." it's cries prick at the crocodile's ears. "Be quiet. You'll get hurt even more if you keep crying--you'll attract the undead." she sighs. "Do you know this little guy? And what are your names?" she shakes her head. "I do not know this child. I wouldn't be surprised if it was just an abandoned oprhan or left as bait for the undead while the parents escaped." the ground-type snorts. "I'm Francesca."

[OOC: Psst, guys, it's late morning.]

"I do not know this child. I wouldn't be surprised if it was just an abandoned oprhan or left as bait for the undead while the parents escaped." the crocodile like Pokemon snorted. "I'm Francesca." "How sad....Is there no order in the way we Pokemon live now? Humans have abandoned the ones who once had trainers, to struggle on in such an environment. This is no paradise at all.." Blue recalled the memories of her trainer, on that fateful day. It was going to be perfect, but infected Pokemon had somehow made their way on the ship to Sinnoh. They had fled away from Olivine, but Blue had been separated from her trainer. That ribbon.....was from a contest that she had won. Blue turned her head to gaze at the ribbon. "Are there any humans still alive?" As she asked the question, she felt tears pour from her eyes. "Why am I crying?" she asked herself. "I promised my trainer. I would be strong. I wouldn't be weak." She paused. "S-someday I'll see her again. My trainer. And we'll meet and have great times again. S-so...I need to be stronger now. I can't give up and think she's dead. I can't..." she trailed away as the hope left her.
"Bui?" Blue turned to look at the Buizel nearby.
She watched as the Buizel wandered over to a heap of flesh nearby. With realization of what it was, she turned away quickly, to avoid the gruesome scene. A half dead, perhaps shiny Absol, blood still dripping off of its soaked fur and flesh. It's horn was missing, ripped off, Blue guessed, and half of the body had its flesh torn off. "W-who...." the Togekiss muttered numbly. It was a horrid scene. She doubted she would be able to forget such a thing.

The Buizel gave the mangled body a pat on its side. Did it perhaps understand what had happened? Or seen what had happened? Blue shuddered. Such a young child, but ruined in this way. "Bui bui!" The Buizel began to dig in the ground, leaving a small indentation. "You...want to bury him? Or her?" Blue's gaze trailed towards the mangled body. "Well, can't say I can't try to help..." Blue took a breath. Metronome was risky. What if she used Selfdestruct? Or Explosion? Hopefully not, she thought "Dig. I want to use Dig...Not anything else, please, I hope" She muttered. She panicked slightly as her feet grew, thinking she had used Ingrain by accident,"I don't want to get stuck in the ground like a plant!" She said, dreading what would come next, then sighed in relief as they stopped growing. Perfect for tunneling, she thought. "There. Let me help you." A Togekiss digging, she thought. Nevertheless, she excavated a medium sized hole in the ground, good enough to fit the body into. "No need to work so hard little guy," she smiled at the Buizel. "We're on the same ship from now on, all of us if we want to have the best chance of survival."

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

So from out of nowhere, from the FUCK out of nowhere, this Larvitar - this kid - had appeared and crushed the majority of the Growlithe with a Rock Slide. Rocket's mouth practically hung open as the smug little bastard jumped down from where he stood and battered another one with Iron Tail. "Now hang on just a fuckin' minute--"

"C'mon old guy ya gotta be quicker then that!"

"...Old?" Very slowly, Rocket's head turned to face the newcomer, his calm expression barely masking the anger that was growing inside him. "OLD?!" Promptly smacking aside one final Growlithe that had decided to try and eat his face, Rocket stomped straight over to the little shit and jabbed a claw towards his face, just inches away from his soft, squishy eyeballs. "YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! YOU JUST COME THE FUCK OUT OF NOWHERE, STEAL MY FIGHT AND THEN TELL ME TO HURRY UP?! AND CALL ME OLD?!" He had the right mind to give this cheeky little bastard a good thrashing on the spot. How dare he ... how dare he?! Rocket was so angry he was sure that he was on the verge of a heart attack or something similar.

Advancing forward menacingly, he backed the Larvitar against a stone wall and plunged both of his claws into it, caging the little Rock-type and blocking his escape. "Now..." Rocket grinned almost madly, his eyebrow twitching. "You'd better have a good reason for stealing my fight and my opportunity to evolve if you want to keep your face. Who the fuck are you and what gave you the balls to do that?"

"Bui bui!" as the child patted the ripped body of the Absol, Francesca's eyes narrowed. "You...want to bury him? Or her?" as the Togekiss used a Metronome and began to Dig, the Krookodile lumbered over, a growl emitting from her throat. "Don't. Touch. Him." she snapped. "Leave him be. Let his soul rest in peace." she grumbled, shoving her own body inbetween the water-type and normal-type. "I don't care if he attracts the dead, or if he is devoured by the infected--leave his body like this. Let the process of nature happen naturally." the dark-type turns away. "He'll become food for the Earth, eventually."

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! YOU JUST COME THE FUCK OUT OF NOWHERE, STEAL MY FIGHT AND THEN TELL ME TO HURRY UP?! AND CALL ME OLD?!" the sudden shouts from outside cracked a chuckle from the female. Grinning, she cracked her knuckles, before beginning to walk outside. She looks back for a moment. "Don't fucking touch his body, 'kay? Stay here, I'm gonna see what this shit is about." as she dragged herself out of the cavern, she couldn't suppress her laugh at the sight of the Gabite towering over the Larvitar. "This day seems to get better and better..." she hummed.

She walks, with a slight limp, over to the duo. The Gabite had the small Larvitar pinned at a wall, glaring daggers into the Pokemon. "You'd better have a good reason for stealing my fight and my opportunity to evolve if you want to keep your face. Who the fuck are you and what do you think you're playing at?" Francesca snorts, watching from a few meters away. "So the little shit thinks he's better than you or something? Man, the generations just keep on getting worse and worse..." the Krookodile laughs, sparing a glance at the smaller ground-type. "Hey kiddo, don't fuck with Pokemon older than you--or else you'll get a few claws in your eye." she gestures to the Gabite with a chuckle.

"Don't. Touch. Him. Leave him be. Let his soul rest in peace. I don't care if he attracts the dead, or if he is devoured by the infected--leave his body like this. Let the process of nature happen naturally. He'll become food for the Earth, eventually." The crocodilian had shoved herself between Blue and the Buizel. Blue shuffled her feathers awkwardly and plucked at her ribbon. This was getting slightly awkward...

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! YOU JUST COME THE FUCK OUT OF NOWHERE, STEAL MY FIGHT AND THEN TELL ME TO HURRY UP?! AND CALL ME OLD?!" Blue winced as a particularly loud voice blasted through her ears. This was not a great place for a peaceful Pokemon. However peaceful she was though ,curiosity triumphed over peacefulness. She flew cautiously out of the cave mouth, squinting at the light of the sun glaring above. There were some hints of death around, but they didn't seem very recent. She flew around the corner and ran into a scene: a Gabite towering over a small Larvitar. "Well what a scene to arrive to!" she muttered, just loud enough for everyone within a few wingspans of her to hear.

"Forgive me but I too want to evolve but also I thought you needed help!" Blue turned her gaze to the Larvitar with interest. He opened his mouth to continue speaking. "This is to help me get there! But I'm not gonna leave anyone else to die in this world..." He took a deep breath. "Look... I'm sorry. If it will help... Then I will fight with you until you become a Garchomp..." Blue smiled, remembering how hard her trainer had worked to evolve her into a Togetic, then how long it had took to finally find a Shiny Stone in the deep Sinnoh Underground. Her smile faded and was replaced by sorrow when she remembered how they were separated. Hopefully her trainer was still alive...

The Gabite's claws looked rather formidable. Just a slash and they could probably decapitate any reasonable sized Pokemon with ease.... Blue shuddered.

"Hey kiddo, don't fuck with Pokemon older than you--or else you'll get a few claws in your eye." Blue saw the crocodilian, standing nearby. What differing personalities, all of them had. Yet they all seemed linked by the fact that they were all living.

"Bui bui buiii!" The Buizel had walked up to the Gabite with a threatening expression of extreme cuteness. It had one paw ready to slap the Pokemon towering over it, and Blue couldn't help but admire how brave the little guy was.

"S-stop please," she tried to say, but what came out was a whisper. "..In our current state I don't think we can afford getting into huge arguments. If we banded up, we could all gain experience, you know? I understand how both of you feel, but we really don't need to sit here and argue all day..." She trailed off, not sure if anyone noticed her. Well I need to distract them I guess, just to take their minds off bickering... She shot a quick, but flashy Aura Spheres towards the sky, knowing it wouldn't deal any harm.

((Decide if you want to be hostile or not, if you attack, I'll take some damage. Also, we all left the body behind.))

This little shit was just begging for a claw straight down the throat. "Forgive me but I too want to evolve but also I thought you needed help!" Rocket shoved himself closer to the Larvitar's face, almost until they were touching. "Did I look like I needed help? Was I sprawled out on the floor crying for my mummy? No. I had that situation all under control, I was going to evolve after I'd taken that lot down and you had to come along, crush almost every one of them under a hundred tons of rock and fuck everything up." As he spoke, the little Rock-type had pointed to the strange object attached to a string around his neck. "This is to help me get there! But I'm not gonna leave anyone else to die in this world..."

Rocket had stopped paying attention upon the end of the first sentence. He stared fixedly at the small chunk of rock on the Larvitar's chest. Help him get there? Help him to evolve?! How?! A sly, greedy grin was crawling its way onto Rocket's face as the Krookodile from before arrived, looking particularly attractive what with all those scars. He liked a tough woman. "So the little shit thinks he's better than you or something? Man, the generations just keep on getting worse and worse..." She was ... standing up for him?

Damn, she was sexy.

"Yeah, listen to the chick," he said, gesturing over to the lush gator and smirking as she continued to scold him. Finally, the Larvitar seemed to give up in arguing with him and said, "Look... I'm sorry. If it will help... Then I will fight with you until you become a Garchomp..." Rocket didn't move for a moment, looking the Rock-type straight in the eye with an unblinking stare. "Are you ... serious?" After he had practically threatened to murder this kid on the spot, he was offering to help him? Was he stupid or just mad? Maybe both. Rocket relished in the possibility to gain experience and teach the kid why it was a bad idea to steal his thunder, but as his vision blurred slightly and his head felt like it was just going to float off into the air, Rocket uttered three words that he had never, ever said before: "Can it wait?"

The exertions of the previous night had managed to stay away from him for a while, but now his drowsiness was starting to take over. Heaving a sigh, Rocket weakly pulled his claws out of the wall, setting the Larvitar free. Ignoring the little Buizel and the butterfly-fairy-thing that had arrived, he dragged his feet back towards Dragon's Den. "I need to rest," he mumbled, not really caring if anyone was listening. "Spent the whole night trying not to fall down a gorge, traversing deadly cliffs, exploring caves, nearly getting eaten by a fuckload of Crobat and fighting not one, but two undead psychopaths." The Gabite looked down at his injured fin; it was hurting again, but thankfully not bleeding. He continued to mumble and moan to himself about the events of the past twenty four hours as he shuffled back into the cave with only a load of water, some food and a good lie down on his mind. Well, this is a first... Something had happened on this day; something that Rocket never dreamed would happen in a million years. The unthinkable, the impossible, had occurred.

Rocket had reached his limit.

When the little shit ignored the Krookodile, she grit her teeth. Narrowing her eyes, she snarled right at the puny little thing, cracking her knuckles as she did so. "Oh. So you think you can ignore me and be all fine and dandy, huh?" she snapped, her snout getting awfully close to the Larvitar's face. "You probably don't realize--with that especially thick head of yours--but you're ignoring a fucking Unova League Champion here. You've got guts to do that kid, I'll give you that much, but..." Francesca grinned, stamping her feet onto the ground. "You're awfully close to making me unleash one mighty fine Earthquake on your ass, you hear? And I know for a fact that your kind are weak to ground-type moves."

"Yeah, listen to the chick," she gave a victorious huff, smiling as the Gabite backed her up. "Yeah, listen, or else your pretty lil' face is going to be broken in five seconds." she snorts, raising back to her full height. "..In our current state I don't think we can afford getting into huge arguments. If we banded up, we could all gain experience, you know? I understand how both of you feel, but we really don't need to sit here and argue all day..." the Krookodile burst into laughter, slapping her knee as she chuckled. "Man, girl, are we the first survivors you met? Arguing is the shit now in this world, Pokemon going insane left and right, killing each other and cannibalizing corpses...thet's the beauty of this land, now, because we've devolved into our most primal of instincts...and until our civilization is restored and we are saved, I doubt it's going to get any better." she turns, slightly, to look at the Togekiss's face. "Hope is nonexistant, and eventually, we'll all die and rise up to be like all those other unfortunate souls." she giggles, shrugging. "Poor, poor things. What a shame."

"I need to rest. Spent the whole night trying not to fall down a gorge, traversing deadly cliffs, exploring caves, nearly getting eaten by a fuckload of Crobat and fighting not one, but two undead psychopaths." smiling, the Krookodile began to follow the Gabite towards the den. "Sounds like you have some serious balls, especially to still be alive." she pats his back, grinning. "I like guys like that." she watched quietly as the dragon shuffled into the cave, the ground-type sitting down near him as her eyes looked outside. "I'll keep watch or something, have some rest." she gave a thumbs up. "You deserve it,"

[OOC: Aha I love RPing as Francesca xD]

Blue gazed at the small congregation of Pokemon departing and separating. "This isn't the world it once was. Like the others said, but they died. No, they left me alone. But I taught them. Without me, they separated. Got killed. What a cruel, cruel fate." But she didn't mean it.

She hesitantly got up from her rocky perch and flew unsteadily to a ledge, nearby the river which now trickled sluggishly. "Is anything the same?" she whispered. "It's easier to believe she died now. She's dead and I'm alone. I'm alone."

Something inside her cracked, and she raised her head up to stare straight at the trees, branched skeletons standing unsteady on the barren land. With a cry of rage and grief, she summoned her Ancient Power, feeling a familiar boost of energy. She shrieked, releasing her built up power at one tree, then quickly slicing the other down using her Aerial Ace. "Nothing will ever be the same!" She spun in midair as she shot an Aura Sphere at a third standing tree. "Never!"

Breathing heavily, she began to walk towards the city again, only to feel a stabbing pain in one of her feet. She looked down to see a bright shard of colored glass. Picking it up, she looked towards the city. "This isn't a place for Pokemon as soft as me." Holding the glass shard in her mouth, she untied the ribbon from her tail, slicing it clean in half, then tied one half around the glass. She dropped the second half, paused, and then tied it back around her tail. "So from now on, I won't be as soft as I was."

Despite his exhaustion, Rocket was simply euphoric when the lovely gator complimented him. "Sounds like you have some serious balls, especially to still be alive. I like guys like that." "Yeah, tell me about it," the Gabite replied, sneaking in a quick wink as he dragged himself back into the cavern. "Maybe soon I can have a night which is ... a little more fun." By the time the vast underground lake was back in view and immense rock walls surrounded them on all sides, Rocket was beginning to forget about his weariness. He was totally digging this chick. Not only was she sexy but feisty and tough as well, not to mention she knew what to look for in a male: all Rocket had to do was be himself.

Rocket lowered his head into the water and dipped his tongue into it, checking the taste. "Doesn't taste weird," he told the gator as he took a few long gulps. He took a moment to wash his injured fin before wandering back and curling up on the ground. "I'll keep watch or something, have some rest. You deserve it", the gator said, giving him the thumbs-up.

"Sure baby, you sit there, get yourself comfortable," Rocket told her, lifting his head and gesturing over to a rock that looked ideal for her to sit on. Suddenly, Little Shit#1 appeared at the entrance to the cavern. "I'm leaving now... We won't be here to piss you off anymore then we have. Me, Bloo and my Lucky Egg claw will be out of your hair." Although he didn't give a fuck what the little asswipe decided to do with himself, his carried a rather woeful expression as he watched the Lucky Egg shard go with him. If only he could've come to some sort of a deal with this guy and borrow it for a bit to help with his evolution ... but he soon decided that he'd rather evolve after one hell of a challenge; it would be far more memorable. At least the noisy little Buizel that he carried around had gone.

"Well ... looks like it's just you and me, baby," Rocket grinned, crossing his arms over a nearby rock and resting his head on it. "So what do they call you, other than 'Unova League Champion'?" He tilted his head slightly to the side and raised his eyebrows. "Don't know what it is, but it sounds pretty cool."

Francesca shifted onto the rock that the Gabite gestured to, making herself comfortable. "Bui bui?" blinking in surprise, the Krookodile looked down to regard the can of water the Buizel brought her. A sad smile overcame her. "Thanks, kid, but I don't need it." she mumbles, voice gentle as she refuses the can, watching as the little toddler carried it away. Would Antonio have been like this if he was still around? The thought pained her, imagining a young, suffering Sandile desperately trying to stay normal.

"I'm leaving now... We won't be here to piss you off anymore then we have." she looked up to the Larvitar, and gave a genuine smile. "Kid, you can't run forever. Remember that, you'll eventually have to learn to work with others, even if it's annoying as fuck." the Krookodile watched as Touya and Bloo began to walk away from the cavern, and she waved. "Can't be a coward forever, but until then, whatever floats your boat."

"Well ... looks like it's just you and me, baby. So what do they call you, other than 'Unova League Champion'? Don't know what it is, but it sounds pretty cool." the ground-type laughed a little. "Every region has something called a Pokemon League, made up of 4 strong trainers and one champion, who's supposedly supposed to be one of the strongest trainers of the world." she explained. "Being an Unova League Champion means I conquered the Unova league, though after that I was made into a retired battler by my trainer." she shrugs. "Other than champion, I guess they'd call me a Medical Miracle, or 'The one who survived a bullet' or some shit."

((Sorry, but skip pls. Feel really sick, so I think I'll get some rest and sleep before going to the doctor.))

"Every region has something called a Pokemon League, made up of 4 strong trainers and one champion, who's supposedly supposed to be one of the strongest trainers of the world," the gator explained. Rocket tried to hide the jealousy growing inside of him with a grin and the occasional nod. "Being an Unova League Champion means I conquered the Unova league, though after that I was made into a retired battler by my trainer."

"I see!" Rocket shuffled his legs into a more comfortable position and gave his wound a quick look-over before saying, "That sounds pretty cool. Not that I'd know about any of that stuff since I've barely looked a human in the eye. Yup..." He groaned contently, slowly stretching out his body before curling up again. "Been a wild one all my life." Chicks loved the wild, untamed ones ... right? Still, he wouldn't have minded the opportunity to become a Champion at some point in his life; perhaps he would've evolved by now if he had. And kicked a few asses into orbit.

"Other than champion, I guess they'd call me a Medical Miracle, or 'The one who survived a bullet' or some shit," the sexy reptile continued, rather modestly. Rocket's eyebrow's raised themselves before he could stop them. "Not bad, but I was actually wanting to know your name. You got one of those? Or do humans usually not bother?" He shrugged his shoulders. "My friends seem to have decided to fuck off somewhere so, if we're gonna be spending more time together, it's a good start right?"

"That sounds pretty cool. Not that I'd know about any of that stuff since I've barely looked a human in the eye. Yup...Been a wild one all my life." she smiled, laughing a little. "Ah, the joys of being a wild...I remember back when I was one--although living in a desert did get pretty boring." she shrugged, frowning a little as she strained to remember. "Our species were only really caught to be thrown away--since we had an advantageous type against the next gym. I'm pretty glad I wasn't thrown away though, lived a pretty good life."

"Not bad, but I was actually wanting to know your name. You got one of those? Or do humans usually not bother? My friends seem to have decided to fuck off somewhere so, if we're gonna be spending more time together, it's a good start right?" she paused, a bit embarrassed she didn't pick up on that, before speaking. "The name's Francesca--good to meet you." she grinned.

She looked back at the pair exchanging introductions. Of course it would never, never happen to her. Her trainer was dead, her entire old team was dead... She perched, not caring about what she'd said in her rage before about not being as soft as before, just wanting someone in the world to see and care.

((Blue's having fun being emo, why don't you give her a pick-up, Scythe? And, sorry for short post, I have some bad writer's block.))