(ACE) The FROST Team

Through the white landscape, hints of gold and blue alike tinted the crystalline world. A Sneasel moved through, his eyes narrowed as he shoots a hard gaze to the ceiling. The sun's rays beat down on the glass upper walls, but Formaldehyde knew from experience and logic that the warmth would never be enough to break through the ice sheets. Darting forward, the dual type slid gracefully across the floor, reaching up to pluck the cigarette fro his mouth with a flick of his wrists. "Alright. This is as far as I bring you. It is much safer back in the cave," he grunts. Standing to his full height, Formaldehyde looked behind him just in time to watch the scrawny form slink hesitantly out from behind a pile of frozen boulders.

The feline flicked his cigarette, dropping a few whisps of ash to the frozen ground as the Houndoom approached him. "I- I- just wanted, t- to see. See out-outside," Cyanide stammered over his words, the teal orbs wide with insecurity. The canine's pelt was littered with muck, dirty as it stood up in places, missing patches in others. He held himself on stick thin limbs, paws unsteady from the cold. But beneath his horrible exterior, Cyanide's eyes flickered in wonder around the huge cavern. "And now you've seen it. Head back to the cave, I'll stay out the usual time," Formaldehyde dismissed the black dog effortlessly.

He turned away, placing his cigarette back in his mouth as he did so. But Cyanide let out a short whine. "Y-yo-ou go out ev-very day, brother. Can't you ta-ake o-one day off?" The stutter increased, growing worse, though it was unclear if from cold or just the Houndoom. But the Sneasel frowned, back still to Cyanide. "It's safer this way. Head back, I'll catch up in a bit." With that, Formaldehyde sprinted forward, reaching the first cavern within the cave. Cyanide in turn retraced his steps, making his way back to the formerly Abomnasnow owned chambers.

[ They are separated, so first come first serve who runs into who o/ ]

A low whine leaves the mouth of the middle head. Flakes of white have begun to crust the pitch black fur, despite the eternal fires that burned within. The arrow-tipped tail curls up behind one leg.
The falling snow is increasing to a thick flurry that blurs the chilly rocks into a monochrome grey blur.
He can't see in front of him and, in the cold, he has lost the scent.
The Houndoom whines like a puppy despite being fully grown. This metal tag jangles on his collar as he slinks out of the wind. His heads sink low.
Again he whines, the noise thin and pathetic over the sounds of the snowstorm. There is no reply but the roaring of the wind. He shivers from the cold.
"Do you think he's o.k?" One head asks.
"He always comes back for us." Another says.
The third head raises from sniffing futilely at the frozen ground.
"We should get out of the cold.""
Moving like a blot on the snowscape the Houndoom pads towards the entrance of the cave. The pawprints left behind begin to fade under the heavy snowfall, hiding the desperate spiraling path the three-headed Houndoom had traced.
It always snowed near here. Always snow. Always cold.
The dog pants flames to try and warm itself. It's long peaked ears are starting to go numb. That was bad.
The flames that licked around its dark fur melted the snow that landed on its noses but wasn't enough to warm its entire body.
"Here's a good place." The middle head says.
With his heads held low he sniffs at the cold wind and pads sadly towards the cave.
His human would come back for him right?
He was a good dog. His human would be back before night fell. Then there would be treats and hugs and he would be told what a good boy he was. There was no reason to be sad. He'd just find somewhere nice and warm to settle down while he waited.
Spot shakes the melting snow off his fur and holds his heads high as he trots into the cave. Yeah, his human would be back soon. He'll have some fun on his walk before he got picked up.
With his ears pricked up Spot trots into the Cavern.

The cat walks carefully through the constant blizzard, his objective clear and direct. First, he needed to investigate this place known as Frost Cavern. Secondly, his ass is freezing. Maybe there are some fire Pokemon or Humans in these caverns to help deal with that. And thirdly, there might be good resources to be had inside of the cavern. If he can figure out how to deal with the temperature, then it will serve as an effective bastion against the coming undeath.  

He continues travelling through the blizzard, unfazed by its blinding effects. A recent book he pilfered from a store said this place is constantly screened by an impenetrable fog. His keen eyes and psychic senses are undoubtedly making it easier to travel here with little misdirection.

His keen eyes also allow him to spot a Human trailed by ghosts walk into the caverns. Oh, geez. He doubts speaking with her would be very successful, given her radical advantage over him. He then looks to his far right to also see a three-headed dog--Waitwhat? He looks again. Is he seeing that right? A three-headed dog -- no, a Houndoom? Yes. He is seeing perfectly. He is not hallucinating. His curiosity tingles. Kalos is a relatively peaceful environment, for a while. This dog might be a native, given how absolutely horrible and life-threatening his mutation is. He might be easier to ally with than the Human, given he is likely a former domestic.

He does not think either group knows he is here. And just as with them, he is heading into the Frost Caverns as well. That Houndoom would be a good companion, if he can be convinced into an alliance. The Human? He'd have to think about it. As much as he loves Humans, he's got to respect them. So no jumping in front of their face to say hello, like he would with some Pokemon.

After negotiating the blizzard, he pauses near the entrance. The houndoom has walked in before him. So, too, has the ghost lady. He walks in when he hears someone to the left speak. The shape tells him that it is a ghost standing beside the Human, possibly a Gengar if he's interpreting that shape correctly. The Gengar must be addressing the Houndoom, but he is not entirely sure. So, he opts to not speak, crossing his arms and waiting for the Houndoom to reply.

The Snesel huffed to himself, making his way through the caverns. He stepped through the seemingly mazelike tunnels, easily knowing his way around. Having been there, out and patrolling, every day for a year would have that perk. Flicking his wrist, Formaldehyde let a dirty smile crawl across his face as he gripped the cigarette in his claws again. "Home sweet home, heh," the feline scoffed to himself, letting a puff of smoke escape between his teeth. He liked the cold, it was natural to him. Like home. It was just an added bonus that his brother was unbothered by it for the most part. Walking forward, the Sneasel took another deep breath, sucking on the end of the cancer stick before blowing out the smoke again.

But the sound of hushed voices caught his attention, Formaldehyde's ears perking up. He placed the cigarette back between his lips before darting forward. With unmatched speed, the dual type scaled the walls, using uneven ice and massive icicles to propel himself rapidly. "Who's there?" the voice suddenly was alert, calling out, and Formaldehyde doubted he was addressing his own reflection. Smirking, the Sneasel jumped down, landing in the middle of the cave. His pink eyes flickered, between the human and the Gengar alike, before he chuckled. "I should be asking you the same thing, buddy boy. This is my territory. What are you and your human pet doing in my caves?" Eyeing the human, the distrust was clear in his hard eyes, but the almost challenging grin on his lips countered the stress there.


The Houndoom had only partially listened to his brother; instead, Cyanide waited until the grumpy Sneasel had walked away before doubling back. He might not have ever told Form, but he had explored in the times he knew that he could get away with it. And with the Frost Cavern so deserted, it was a win win situation. There was never any sick Pokemon, and rarely at all any trespassers. And Formaldehyde always found them first. As it was, the Houndoom snuck through the frozen paths, his dark fur a moving stain against the pure crystalline walls. He finally found himself at a hidden path, leading to the entrance. Cyanide happily trotted out into the main opening, his timid nature giving way to curiosity as he held his tail up and wagged it slowly from side to side.

See! I can do it, too, brother! But at that time, his luck ran out. He could hear the commanding voice of his brother, deeper inside of the cave, but that was not the wort part. He watched in horror as a demon entered through the common entrance. it looked identical to him, the dark hound obviously a cousin, but upon it's shoulders were not one, or even two, but three abnormally long necks, each housing a different head with unique horns. Cyanide's jaw dropped in horror, immediately scrambling back to slam his side into the ice wall behind him. Terror coursed through his veins, watching as one head turned towards him, the one on the far side, and flashed him a toothy grin, a red flash lighting up it's eyes for a heart beat.

Cyanide felt the pressure building in his chest, yearning to be released in a scream, but the Houndoom remained deathly silent. Not even willing to breathe, he could only hope the monster would move on and not notice him. "Wait, come back, don't leave me behind!" But the sudden shout caused him to flinch, recoiling as he pressed his scrawny body against the frozen floor. A smaller, yellow Pokemon rushed in, asking rapidly. "Hello, Are you alive?" But Cyanide was trapped, Trapped between his brother's wrath at disobeying him and being caught, and the monsters before him. Rock and a hard place, the Houndoom's mind short curcited with his fear.

[ ooc: Anything Cyanide sees that your characters did not do, were hallucinations. He imagined one of Spot's heads looking at em, Kaze. ]

"Wait, come back, don't leave me behind!" A cry echoes faintly through the icy cavern.
The Houndoom flicks a pointed ear. The central head stops sniffing the cold ground to look up. His long arrow-headed tail lashes around and up. The other two heads look up as well, still panting toxic flames over their dark furred muzzles.
He smells a Pokemon!
His heads turn and for a moment he feels he has mistaken his reflection in the ice for company. Then he notices that the dark shape of the Fire Type not too far away only has one head. Briefly the three-headed Houndoom wonders why the other dog only has one head but he's far too interested in there being another dog here to focus on it. Eagerly he trots towards it and blows a little flame over his fur to keep himself warm.
He leans back on his haunches, wagging his pointed tail. He pants a curl of flame from all three heads with a cheerful smile as he crouches against the floor. From all three heads he give a small excited bark.
It's another dog~! He looks and smells nervous enough that Spot waits to make sure he has seen him.
"Hi!" He barks sharply, waving his tail back and forth to let the other Houndoom see he wants to play.
Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all. He'd already found a friend! Maybe they could play together while he was waiting for his human to come and find him and he could ask what happened to their other heads.
"Hello, Are you alive?" Oh, so that wasn't the other dog who was talking.
The head on the right and left look around the cavern while the central head continues to look at the other Fire Type.
There's a little yellow Pokemon running into the cave. It looks like one of his chew toys but its talking. He probably isn't allowed to chew on it.
Spot cocks all three of his heads to the side at the question. They look at each other but they all look the same. He licks a paw to see if he tastes different. He scratches an ear to see if it'll fall off. He turns around in a slow circle to chase his tail before finally sitting in the center of the floor with his paws neatly in front of him.
"I think so. How do I tell?" He asks the yellow Pokemon.

"Hi!"
Cyanide visibly flinched from the one worded sharp bark. Slamming his eyes shut, the scrawny Houndoom shook violently and swung his head from side to side so rapidly he ended up slamming his muzzle into the ice that made up the walls behind him. No no no no no no go away go away go away- Cyanide's mind reverted to near primal as suddenly there was another voice, asking if they were alive, and the canine's teal eyes snapped open and stayed as such, round, unstable eyes unblinking as he snapped around to look at the Pikachu conversing with the monster.

"I think so. How do I tell?"
"You don't have any purple spots on you so I'm guessing your okay."
W- wait.. they are.. talking?
"I'm Jack and I came to find my trainer."
Trainer?

Cyanide's mind slowed down from the brink of a panic attack as it instead stuttered, confused, and he stared dumbly at the Pikachu as if the mouse had... well. Three heads. The monster, at least, was not attacking. Was the Pikachu talking to the monster? Are they both not real? Or was he talking to me? His heart sped up once more, gaze flickering in fear from the monster to the mouse. What was he suppose to say? "I.. don't fight me, I bite!" His voice was so soft that he was not heard, though, and the Pikachu instead was walking towards the front.
"Lets get out of this storm I can barely see a thing."
"W- WAIT-!"
"I should be asking you the same thing, buddy boy. This is my territory. What are you and your human pet doing in my caves?"
Oh no, brother was not going to be pleased.

Formaldehyde took up a pose, crossing his arms as he waited for a response. His long silver talons glistened in the light reflecting through the cave, but the Gengar instead shared a glance with the human before addressing him. "Human pet? Y'know I hate to admit it but it's pretty much the other way around, bud. Sweetie here's the one who orders me around." The Sneasel raised one eyebrow. "That'll probably getcha killed one day. Humans are nothing but trouble."
What he did not expect was the call of another voice so immediately.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
"None of your damn business. Get the hell out and go back the way you came." Without looking away from the pair before him, Form called out the gruff threat but watched as a Pikachu barged right in anyway. His eyes narrowed but before he could say something else, the Gengar was speaking again.
"Look, sweetie here doesn't want any trouble so I'm not looking to make any, either. I'm Dal and she's Yuri. We wandered in here on accident while looking for shelter. We've been travelling for, what, months now? Maybe years, lost track with the apocalypse and all. Maybe we can settle on some kind of deal? We're both fuckin' tired of just wandering everywhere and we're both very handy. Safety in numbers or something, right?" The Gengar, Dal, offered one hand, a sign of good spirit. On a normal day, Formaldehyde would have laughed in his face, but he found himself laughing more from the situation. Reciprocating the handshake, he responded, "You've got guts, if nothing else. I can respect that. Maybe we can find a way to help each other. Name's Formaldehyde." He gave Dal a smirk in response before turning his attention to the Pikachu. "Now. Who the fuck are you barging into my home like you own the place?"

[ ooc: Form talked right over Jack and did not hear him speak. And Cyan is still with Spot, Form hasn't seen them yet. o/ ]

Spot shakes his heads, ignoring the noises he can hear but not see. He raises one hind paw and thoroughly scratches the spiked ears of his left-most head. This causes the bright tag with its pretty purple orb to jump on his furred neck.
Purple spots. Wouldn't that be silly? Why would he have purple spots. Maybe other dogs had purple spots? But why would that make them not alive. The yellow mouse was funny. Spot's middle head grins. He was even looking for a human too! They'd be found in no time.
His forked tail wags as his heads turn back towards the other dog. His pointed ears droop. Did he not want to play?
"I.. don't fight me, I bite!" The other dog says softly.
Oh dear, was he scared?
"Hey..." The Houndoom rolls over, exposing the reddish fur of his underbelly. His hind paws kick at the air as he squirms on the frozen ground, trio of snapping heads turning towards the other dog. With his tongues hanging out he bends his front paws in.
"Play with me? Please?" He whines.
His arrow-headed tail beats at the ground.  He lightly bats the air with his forepaws.
"Our name is Spot! What's your name?"
Cheerfully he cocks his heads to the side, thick pink tongues running over his pointed teeth. With a twitch of his rump he rolls on the ground and scratches his back with the frosty rock. Contentedly he lashes his tail.
"Do you live here?" His left head asks as the other two wriggle against the ground with their eyes closed.
"Can we play now? I want to play!" His right head snaps excitedly.
"Scratching is nice~" The middle head sighs.

It was snow, and it was cold. The morning light didn't help much... offering no warmth and only adding to the condition of snow blind. The sun just as it was raising casting it's light over the top of the snow making it glow white. The snow drifts again didn't help being shallow at parts and deep in others, it was like stepping in the unknown if you're going to fall through the white shit or not. A pathway was one at times where wind had blown away just enough to see it in other places it was buried and gone. Bit's of brown grey ground around and a little green from the pine trees around. No markings to tell the two where they even were to start with other then a little lost.

A olive green horn sticking out from the layers of snow, a very pissed off Larvitar bursting from the snow drift as he kicks at it. Swatting away the snow with his arms, " I hate this" he growled as he looked ahead. Nothing but snow and snow covered trees, kicking up more snow. His companion, a small Aron was not far behind him. It's rounded head allowing him to blow through the snow, his steel body slides the snow right off. " Fun fun!" the aron said cheerfully running into the Larvitar, he stopped for a second before tunneling around and kept going. " Jeriah..." the aron stopped and turned around in his little cut out path " Yes yes Gabby?". The larvitar sighed " Nothing" climbing into the cut out path and followed.

The pair breaking back out to shallow snow along the path way as the Aron kept ahead pushing snow aside. Gabriel's horn sticking out from the snow again like a green snow shark as he paused. Hearing voices over the snow. " Hey Jeriah? hear that?" he asked as he looked over. Blinded by the snow and his steel type partner " GAH!" he cried out covering his eyes. The Aron had tipped over in the snow from a unseen rock " Gabby am stuck" he giggles not seeming to concerned in his troubled state. Just unable to get his flailing legs back under himself.

Gabriel sighed as she rubbed his eyes clear and walked over righting the Aron back to his legs, Jeriah plows ahead again now toward the voices on the wind. " Jeriah wait!" Gabriel called out trying to follow the Aron mini plow, but getting caught up in another deep snow patch and got slowed down. Jeriah on the other hand getting closer to the voices before popping out from a snow drift at a cave mouth. Jeriah squeals happily a little before seeing other pokemon there, and a strange creature. The Aron getting closer a little skip in his step, snow packed into the holes in his plating. " Hi ya!" the Aron waved a little leg to the group.

Gabriel following the cut out now as his horn stuck out from the snow again. His nose picking up rock, he moved quicker down the path seeing Jeriah standing there with a group of pokemon. His eyes looked up at the tall biped creature with some sort of steel rod in it's heads. " Oh oh that looks yummy can I eat that please please please so hungry" the aron chirps. Gabriel pushing past the snow and got quickly in front of the aron. pushing him back at he looked at the other pokemon. A cave was behind them, possible food. He looked at the threatening pokemon. He didn't say much, Jeriah sat down behind the larvitar tilting it's head his blue eyes still set on the humans sword. Gabriel looked at the pokemon a few of them he knew what they were, maybe they could tell them where they are.

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((Also skip))

((Skip, I got nothing to work with.))

(( as not one soul said anything Pass))

With the Pikachu having gone deeper into the caverns, Cyanide found himself alone with the other canine. The Houndoom's heart pounded painfully against his rib cage as he studied the monster with wide, teal eyes reflecting his terror. Licking his lips anxiously, he could not speak as the canine suddenly flopped onto the ground. Cyanide's tail shot up in alarm, but the dog made no suspicious moves. "Hey... Play with me? Please?" he instead begs, shocking the more average Houndoom into a state of stupefied silence. He could only watch as the monster kicked large paws into the air, multiple tongues hanging out.

"Our name is Spot! What's your name?" One of the heads asks before Cyanide can respond. But for once in his life, the Houndoom managed to blurt out a response. "C-Cyanide," he croaked out. He was too loud, the one word response awkward. "Do you live here?" the far left head asked then, Cyanide starting as his gaze slowly moved from the head he addressed to the new one. "... Yes," he answered with the same bluntness.

"Can we play now? I want to play!" The right head suddenly cries out, coming to life as another head added in, "Scratching is nice!" Cyanide quite literally had no idea how to respond. "I... I d-don't under-understand," he whimpered. Stepping back, the canine lowered his head, tucking his spear headed tail tight against his stomach. The monster did not seem like it was outright for blood, but if the thing... if Spot meant no harm, then he faced a whole different issue. And that was introducing Spot to Formaldehyde.


The Pikachu reacted as if a switch had been flicked. Formaldehyde stood above him, the cigarette firmly between his pursed lips as he stared down with cold, pink eyes. The goggled mouse immediately began... crying. Wait-- what? He pressed against the ground with seemingly uncalled for terror. "Please, I didn't mean any harm, I..I thought this place was abandoned. Don't hurt me, please." The Sneasel found himself at a loss. "Dude. Chill the fuck out. I ain't gonna hurt ya if you're being such a pussy about it." While his words were gruff and hard, Formaldehyde uncrossed his arms, silently sighing. "I....I must find him...p-please, I need help...I'm scared." The Pikachu continued, only then did the feline follow his line of sight to the armed human, Yuri.

Formaldehyde released a heavy sigh, bringing one paw up to press the blunt side of his claws to his eyebrow. He was done. "No one's gonna stab you. Pull yourself together ad quit sobbing like a baby or else I'll give you a reason to cry." Turning away as he spoke, the Sneasel's voice became softer, if still not friendly. He hated criers, and a random dude at that. "Give me a damn break," he muttered beneath his breath, but suddenly a happy cry reached through the cavern to his sensitive ears: "Hi ya!"

Twitching the red feather atop his head, Formaldehyde turned only to have his eyes widen with various emotions. He watched as a small Aron waved, waddling right the fuck in, a Larvitar following close suit. "Oh, oh! That looks yummy! Can I eat that please? Please, please, so hungry!" the child squealed, addressing the girl. Oh, for the love of--!! "Who the hell are you dorks?" he snapped, his frustrations making him even more short tempered than usual. Baring his claws, he hissed at the pair, his eyes dark. "This ain't a fucking party. It's invite only, pip squeaks. Piss off and get out of my cave."

The three-headed dog stops his squirming, all three heads looking at the timid Houndoom. He rolls himself over onto his belly and waves his pointed tail excitedly.
"I.. don't fight me, I bite!"
"Cy-Cyanide. Am I saying it right?" The middle head asks.
"Cyanide." The other two heads chorus in agreement. The one on the right licks his lips.
"I... I d-don't under-understand," Cyanide whines and Spot cocks all three of his heads to the side.
He whines as well, a questioning sound as he slowly stands. His tail wags and his left head scratches at its ears with a paw.
"Do you not understand how to play?" The middle head asks.
"We can play chasing or roll-over or jumping or fetch." The head with curled horns remarks.
The three headed Houndoom crouches low against the ground with his tail waving enthusiastically back and forth. He waits for the other dog to make the next move. He's sure the other dog would feel better if they played together! He barks to entice his new friend into playing with him.
"Play~!"

[ooc; i was going to post but i am having an Awful time with my brain shit right now, please skip me..]

Gabriel watched the pokemon with his red eyes, trying to figure out who a threat was to him and his companion. Jeriah sat down a little, sliding in the snow but watched his blue eyes looking for a friend to play with. Gabriel was about to lower his guard a little bit before a pokemon came into view. "Oh, for the love of--!! "Who the hell are you dorks?" The dark/ice type started, Gabriel's attention snapped to him then as his guard went right back up painting this dark furred pokemon a threat already.

It drew it's claws as Gabriel stepped forward to the challenge the ice type was about to start. "This ain't a fucking party. It's invite only, pip squeaks. Piss off and get out of my cave." Gabriel's eyes narrowed down to the pokemon then to the mouth of the cave behind him. The larvitar frowned a little doubting that one pokemon could own the whole cave let alone protect it. Reaching his hand back to see if Jeriah was okay, not feeling him there. The aron had stepped around him wanting to see what was going on " Don't be a big meanie face" Jeriah looking at the dark type then.

Gabriel went wide eyed seeing yet another pokemon come around the bend, yellow fur. A Pikachu, Gabriel watched it closely seeing if it was going to be a threat to. Jeri stepping forward again, hitting a slippery spot and lost his footing as he went sliding toward Formaldehyde. Sliding like a hundred pound steel bowling ball, " Gabby help!" he cried softly trying to stop. Gabriel's attention quickly snapping back to his brother, quickly moving forward to stop the aron from hitting anyone or sliding into the cave. Catch a flailing leg, "Jeriah...", but the momentum of the weight was only slowed.

Finally sliding to a stop as the aron's head bumps into the ice types leg as he looked up, a wide grin. Gabriel was less then pleased righting his brother back on his feet. Now closer to the threat, Gabriel looked at him before nudging Jeriah back. " Jerri just wants to play" the aron then looked a little sad.

Vanus trudged almost grudgingly through the snow, the pads of his feet numb from the exposure, and his tail (and to a similar extent the rest of his body) was a slightly warm soggy mess. Too exhausted to keep a flame large enough to provide a proper source of warmth Vanus frequently shivered when assaulted by a cold gust. The ends of his fur were so rigid Vanus thought he might even hear them ring out like chimes when knocked around by the wind. He felt a tickle in his nose and let out a small sneeze. This caused small flames to shoot out his mouth and his tail flames to flicker and burst upwards for a brief second. It was like peeing in an icy stream or river, the momentary warmth was satisfying but left all too quickly filling Vanus with regret and making him just that much more aware of how cold it really was.

"I have to find shelter", he whispered to himself, trying to find motivation to move his heavy feet. He peered into the distance, squinting as the harsh sun reflected off of the snow. A few meters ahead of him he saw the entrance to a cavern, which moments before had been hidden by a flurry of snow. His ears perked up in excitement of his good fortune, which was a mistake he immediately regretted  as his ears were battered by the harsh wind and snow swiftly found its way inside his ear canals. Vanus wondered if it was possible to get brain freeze this way as he quickly lowered his ears and made his way towards the entrance.

After tripping and swearing nonchalantly over the snow several times before reaching the entrance of the cave Vanus was wetter and as disgruntled as ever, he slunk into the cavern dripping and looked outside to see that the snowing obstinately persisted in his absence. Vanus was about to start dirtying his mouth with unsavory words again when he heard a voice.

“Play~!”

He paused and maneuvered his thoughts. It was like watching a Wailord un-beach itself on a shore at low tide. Vanus squited his eyes realising just how tired he was as he tried to make out the curious figures before him.

“Like a musical?” Vanus asked the approaching Houndooms wearily before promptly passing out from exhaustion.

The Absol gleefully skipped though the snow, flurries of snow dancing around his fur and depositing itself on his muzzle. With a flick of his tongue, Reaper swiped some of the white flakes from the air, grimacing at the cold watery taste. The grimace was soon replaced with a toothy grin as he danced through the snow, twirling with mad giggles. "The cold snow is a wonderful place to forget all worries~" Reaper crowed cheerfully, closing his eyes and humming loudly to himself. "Tick, tock, tick, tock goes the clock, tick, tock." He cackled, continuing his dance through the snow with a snap of his jaws as he chased the falling snowflakes that obscured the Absol's vision.

He stopped abruptly as a sudden warmth flashed nearby. Poking his head from the patch of snow he had sunk into, Reaper grinned, springing up from the snow with a gleeful chirp, Reaper dashed over, his form sinking into the snow with every bound. As he neared the other pokemon, Reaper hit a deep spot in the snow and he fell into the snow, his horn poking from the now Reaper-sized hole. "Well that was unexpected." He huffed, clambering from the hole and shaking out his coat. His grin soon was back to being plastered on his face as he skipped over to the Braxien. "Why hello there! It seems I have run across another group on my way around! How delightful!" The words were shrill, almost too high in pitch as he spoke, before his voice finally dipped into a darker pitch at the end of the sentence.

Well, at lest he had found someone to play with!

Reaper snapped at a fallign snowflake, his sharp teeth flashing as his jaws closed over a few small white snowflakes. The action was soon followed by him sticking out his tongue in a disgusted way. "It's too cold out here." He grumbled bitterly, frowning. He sat down, scratching under his chin, his dilated pupils focused on the Braxien as he stood up. "At least I've got a flaming knight to gawk at." He said, flashing them a wolfish grin, teeth and all.

“Play~!” Reaper perked up, his eyes lighting up as he rose, or more rather, bounced to his paws, skipping after the Braxien and looking over at the Houndoom. “Like a musical?” He heard the Braxien say, before they prompty collapsed. Reaper frowned. He hadn't even touched anyone and already they were dropping like flies! "Oh come on. I haven't even gotten to the best part! You can't be passing out on me now!" Reaper whined, before looking to the three headed houndoom with an odd expression. "Yeesh. And they say I came from hell."