(ACE) The OLIVINE Team

The horrid Umbreon soon rose from his attack as if he hadn’t attacked at all! The thing had recovered as if the Hyper Voice had done nothing, albeit its face seemed to contort with anger. Staccato frowned deeply, his muscles tensing; this fight had only just begun. He flapped his wings and prepared to intercept the obviously infected Pokemon, his intent to protect those around him. We can stop this- ack! The Chatot seemed to pause as he was about to move, his back suddenly burning worse than it had even done before.

To add things up, as he lay on the ground (when did he fall?), Staccato winced at the sensation that seemed to drill into not only his back, but into his mind, wiping out whatever train of thought he had. “H-help!” He shouted to anyone, because when he opened his eyes, he saw nothing but a blurry world. Why couldn’t he see? Why was everything hurting suddenly? Why?

The Chatot writhed around in his pain, wanting redemption and respite. “STOP!” He screamed in hurt, bellowing Hyper Voice after Hyper Voice in hope that the burning would subside. It didn’t though, and Staccato didn’t know why! The Music Note Pokemon cried, weeping because his pent up sadness was finally getting to him. For the trainer that died right in front of him, for the missing Faux and the killed Sin, for everything he would have otherwise mourned for but never had the time to. Humanity’s greatest sin: they never have the time to weep properly.

After shutting his eyes, Staccato opened them once again. He could see, thank the heavens. But his back... It’s probably nothing. There were others to be helped. His back had probably just opened again in this recent battle - nothing was wrong! Flapping his wings and getting to his feet unsteadily, the Chatot realized how awfully tired he was. He was gasping for breath, and his feathers were heavy... as if they were weighed from water. The Chatot reluctantly turned his head in horror, finding that the three long scratches on his back were bleeding beyond the point of recognition. ... Maybe it’s worse than I thought.

It was dark, Ho-Oh greatly preferred travelling by day rather than night, mostly because he like dthe bright sun, but also because he seemed more energized when filled with the warm rays of the sun. But at the moment he had to travel at night, not because he wanted stealth, it was rather hard for a giant colorful bird to be stealthy anyways, but because the undead were more active at night. He was still on his pursuit of knowledge, and that pursuit has taken him to his home region in Johto, in Olivine to be precise, it was easily recognized by the lighthouse and because it was near the shoreline.

He needed to know more about the undead that plagued this world, he had seen a few, but they were in the early stages of infection, plus they would attack so they would need to be put down. It was just his luck that the breaking of glass got his attention, taking him to what appeared to be a Café of sorts. The windows were completely shattered with its remains on the inside of the building, something had broken in.

There were 7 pokemon, of many different species, but most notable was the undead one, the umbreon. A paw was missing from the thing, and its rib bones could clearly be seen making him believe it was well into its infection, a prime candidate for observation. He knew he should quickly go in and kill it to protect the others, but it was 6 against 1 in this fight, they would surely not get into any harm, and he feared he would not have another chance like this again.

Ho-Oh watched the undead’s actions against the living pokemon with great curiosity, he had seen undead be able to take hits, but it that after a while they start to grow immune to pain. The more danger the umbreon was put under the more feral it became, it looked to have already lost all previous consciousness in his opinion. And all too quickly things went south.

The wounded golbat retaliated out of nowhere, but that only made the thing madder, and it could not escape quickly enough with that wing. Before Ho-Oh could swoop in and do something about it, the umbreon cut off the wings and took off with the bleeding and crying body, its dark appearance instantly getting lost in the night, one final scream told him the bloody deed was done. Because of his thirst for knowledge, a pokemon had gotten hurt; he had not done anything to help. The guilt was eating him up, he was a legendary pokemon, he was supposed to bring hope, not stand idly by as one got killed in front of him. Ho-oh had to right the wrong he had done, he had to save the wounded bat.

Ho-Oh gracefully swooped to the Café opening, his body not entirely fitting in building, only his neck and most of his wings. The scared and confused pokemon must have many questions for him, but he had something more important to take care of. Only the wings of the pokemon were left sadly, so it would take more energy, but he needed to fix his mistake, so the legendary bird gathered them up into a pile and dug out the sacred ashes in the pouch hidden within his plumage.

Pouring some on top, Ho-Oh covered the pile with his wings, covering his ritual from the world. Fire seemed to dance from underneath the covered wings as Ho-Oh lowered his beak to the pile, filling it with energy. When the hidden fire stopped dancing, he unveiled his wings to reveal the once dead golbat lying underneath. He wanted to explain, to show that he hadn’t meant for that to happen, but they would just be excuses, he had messed up and he should take responsibility. So Ho-Oh got out from the opening and prepared to take off, but not before saying “Forgive Me.” Guilt evident on his face, the pokemon would most likely have no clue of what he talked about, but it was best not to stay, so he took off into the night.


((So sorry for the long post, I seemed to have gotten carried away...And Ven's death has been recalled. He is to post next, but then the order goes back to normal))

Ven had tried his best to protect his friends, he truely had. But he was still only a golbat and when those teeth sliced into him bringing blood from his soon to be limp body, he screamed, he screamed and cried out for his mother, his brothers, even for Lily who would've just joined into the meal. The image made him sick but it was a moment before the image dissapeared and his mind grew hazy, he made one last feeble cry as he fell limp to the floor.
"Muther... Meest..." his pretty sight faded, he spotted something bright orange and white for a few seconds all that was left was noise and smell, like it had been before. And he found himself comfortable and content with this. At least until it all stopped.
He was dead, he knew it. Ven's soul was detached from his body and felt free, there was nothing but air as he floating not flying, floating.
There was a bright light it was so warm and welcoming, there was a familiar kind voice coaxing him to come and he was about to go willingly. But the memories of his friends made him hesitate for just a few moments and that was enough for a fiery light to sneak up behind him and envelope him. The golbat cried out the voices of his family dissapeared and suddenly he opened his eyes, he was no longer floating.
The bat looked around, the infected that had killed him had gone. In it's place was a magnificent bird pokemon that seemed to hold color in it's very essence. This being that had brought him back into the epidemic was Ho-oh, the god ho-oh had saved his life?!
It looked down at him and he felt the sudden need to bow, but the regret and pain in the creature's eyes kept him glued into place. The bird turned away and preparred to fly.
“Forgive Me.” the god pokemon said, Ven didn't understand at first. But then he remembered the bright colors he had seen before being ripped apart and he blinked.
The god took off, a faint trail of color following it.
Ven staggered as he stood, he looked around at his own blood and then to his own team mates.
"Vha-vha?"

((Not sure what just happened, so just skip me till I have time to read all that.))

[OOC: @Lost: Um um, it was my turn to post since I got out of SH...;;]

Everything was happening too fast. One instant Stacatto was a ruffled mess of feathers screeching and writhing in pain, the next instant that Umbreon was atop Ven and killing him. It ws not until one of Ven's wings were flung in her general direction that Mist had registered what was happening. "No- no! Stop it!" she screamed, trying to figure out what to do. "You're killing him!" Well duh. Go figure, he was being ripped apart alive right now. When the Umbreon left, her face was twisted with anguish and horror from what she'd seen... And she only just saw. The snake had made no move to stop any of it. How could she? Even now she couldn't even bear to go over and comfort him... "Muther... Meest..." Abruptly turning away even more when her name was heard, her bady began shaking.

Suddenly what seemed like... A giant orange red chicken? Even from standing where she was the Arbok could feel the immense power rolling off the giant bird in waves. Was this... Ho-Oh? A Pokemon she had only seen in storybooks and illustrations and the multitude of books within her previous trainer's library... Ho-Oh had gathered Ven's mangled body up and sprinkled him with... Ash? Perhaps this was the Sacred Ash, the item that she had heard of that was able to revive the dead? Was the legendary reviving Ven?

Ho-Oh's wings had covered Ven's body and fire flared from them. The warmth radiated from the ritual before his wings revealed Ven's body back together, and seemingly alive. The legend began to leave. “Forgive Me.” it said, as it flew away. Forgive...? Had the legendary bird been watching the fray the whole time? Mist sighed. She wouldn't care if an almighty god had just watched the fight and death of a friend, she did care that he had done something to help them in return. She slithered immediately over to Ven, gently nudging him.

"Vha-vha?" Mist gave a weak smile. "Are you alright?" she murmured, before looking around. It was still night... She would've gone ahead and suggested to everyone that they should all leave before the undead comes back with maybe it's friends but traveling in the dark was not a good option either. The Arbok turned to Staccato. "H-how about you? Y-you seemed i-in pain..." she asked. She then realized that asking individually would've been a bit rude, seeing as everyone here had taken part in the battle at least a little bit. "O-oh. Er... Actually, h-how is everyone?"

The Ninetales paused a bit as she moved her paws along the crusty ground, she was partially blind, and partially deaf, but using her sense of touch, she able to notice how the rumbling from above had stopped, "E-Etin?" She asked, frightened a bit since she couldn't hear her own voice all that well, "Etin, please lead me b-back up on the surface." She was shivering like mad, she couldn't hear her own voice, and couldn't see what was in front of her. The Ninetales just simply threw all her trust in Etincelle, hoping the Electrike would lead her back.

"Just tap me if I go off somewhere else. I-I can't..." Melanie gulped, not wanting to say that she couldn't see. It was horrifying, though she must take the glass pieces off her eyes. Though the Ninetales was underground, she felt all cramped just from the fact she could barely see. The only thing she could make out is Etin's dark blue figure, but she felt that fading away from her slowly.

She felt something from the above, as if something huge simply just landed itself here, a huge bird perhaps. Don't tell me there's another undead! Melanie thought horrified. She felt worry and dread overcome her, how useless the Ninetales was to the group... The scent was also like something was burning. It reeked in the underground, but the Ninetales dismissed it, waiting impatiently for Etin to lead the way.

Etincelle was unawear of all that was going on above him as Mel and he soon found themselves below the floor boards of the Café. Then suddenly, there was dead silence above and the Ninetales froze in sync with the shiny pokemon."E-Etin?" Melanie spoke tentatively, fear hightening her beautiful voice and Etincelle turned to meet her eyes, his own pink gaze swimming with worry for her. Now facing her, he was forced to take in the full extent of the ingeries upon her dace and eyes. Bile rose to his throat in horror but he listened to her voice carefully. "Etin, please lead me b-back up on the surface." The poor girl was trembling like mad before she even finished speaking. Etincelle's heart twisted. Without a word, he slowly set his paw upon her much larger one, letting her know that he was there. But the blood upon her face he was unsure if she could hear let alone see.

"Just tap me if I go off somewhere else. I-I can't..." She did not need to say anything more. Me lifted his muzzel to nose her neck fur, ever so gently pushing her to turn around. As he slowly guided her, the Electrike kept his tail brushing against her side, always making sure that she knew he was there.

[OOC: Floating here for a bit. >w<]

Melinda had been wandering aimlessly for a while now, hunger clawing at her stomach with every step she took. It was only by good luck and fortune that she had caught the scent of a living, no, several living. As much as she hated to admit it she was hungry for flesh and blood, and she needed to eat. Following her nose's orders the smell lead her to the cafe, where she could see the living inside.

There were two snakes, one bird, one bat, and two canines. The bird looked like an easy kill, it was already wounded and it was fairly small. Perhaps the Golbat too, he would make a good meal. Melinda shuffled a bit outside the building, causing several bushed around her to rustle. It was only a few mere moments before the Garchomp sent an all-out FireBlast at the side of the cafe, burning a whole right through the wall while also setting the place on fire.

Melinda bared her teeth and snarled to make herself more intimidating, which she wasn't exactly great at. She grit her teeth together, ready to lunge at either the bird or bat with a crunch.

Urgh... Staccato winced as he steadied himself, taking in deep breaths. Not now. At the moment, there was a vicious Umbreon on the loose, its hunger pangs out for blood and gore. With an unwavering determination, albeit with a tired expression, the Chatot stretched his wings in order to orient himself. What... happened? Cawing in concern, the Music Note Pokemon blinked his eyes for a moment, before finding himself staring at the destroyed body of the Golbat he had first met in the Olivine Lighthouse.

“Ven...?” The bird’s eyes began tearing up, a talon raised in reluctance. He oh so wanted to reach out for his friend, search for any life in that body, but with each thud in his heart Staccato knew that no one could survive that horrid of an attack. “Ven... no... no...” He didn’t know what to think, but there was one thing certain; he had let his teammate and friend die right before him. The blue feathered Pokemon closed his eyes and let out a slow note, dragging out the low sound until it degenerated into sobs that escaped his beak. I’m sorry, Ven, oh my Arceus, this is all my fault.

Suddenly, just as if the sun intensified, a large bird brought himself in, taking the Golbat’s body with him. The next thing Staccato knew, the heavenly and godly Pokemon released the bat’s body - which seemed to be back in prime form! - and prepared to leave them. “Forgive Me.” The words were so filled with sadness and melancholy that the Chatot felt he shared the same feelings with this grand bird before him. But it was over, and the almighty wonder took off into the skies. What... Staccato shook his head, but after a mind lapse remembered that Ven lay before him now, completely fine.

Gasping in a sigh of relief, Staccato stumbled over to the revived Ven, tearing up but happy that his friend was alive. “Ven... I should’ve protected you... I’m sorry, Ven.” The Chatot relished in the accent of the Golbat, enjoyed the instant smile (though confused) on the bat’s face... it was something that Staccato had never realized until now that he truly needed - something to remind him that there was still a chance in this dark world. The Music Note Pokemon choked back a sob, this time out of sentimentality, as he looked at the Golbat with fondness.

Mist stuttered the words of concern out to him, and after wiping the tears away, he gave her a meek smile to reassure her. “It was just my back...” He paused, taking a quick glance at the blood red scars before returning his gaze back to the Arbok. “But I’m alright now.” Staccato suddenly felt ashamed all of a sudden; he had writhed on the floor in pain as Ven was horrifically murdered. After a click of his tongue, he allowed the change of subject to go over to the others - Etin and Mel were nowhere to be found, but there was a hole in the cafe that suggested they had made a makeshift hideout. Seion was still in the cafe, and he gave the Seviper a nod of mutual respect, before turning to Mist and Ven. “We should get out of here-”

The Olivine Cafe literally exploded into flames. “Ack!” Staccato flapped his wings in alarm, his eyes wide in shock. Everyone’s still inside, oh no! Shaking his head to grab a hold of himself, the Chatot squawked to the Arbok beside him. “Mist! Carry Ven; he still may be weak from that attack. We’ve gotta find the others!” He darted inside the burning building, calling to his friends as he saw their new opponent. A Garchomp...?! There was no use escaping such a monstrosity! “Get ready guys! Huddle together!”

Mist had calmed down a bit, giving a gentle smile. “It was just my back... But I’m alright now.” She nods. "Th-that's good news! I-I was w-worried if the w-wound was getting wo-worse." she stuttered, hugging Ven within her coils. She didn't want to lose the Golbat again, he was so nice and such an amazing friend. The blue bat was someone invaluable to her, just like her new family here at Olivine.

When suddenly the cafe was set on fire, Mist almost screamed, hugging Ven even tighter as she recoiled from the red licks of flames. “Mist! Carry Ven; he still may be weak from that attack. We’ve gotta find the others!” She frantically nodded, placing the bat on her head as she looked around. There was a Garchomp there, with menacing red eyes that looked as if it's sight itself can eat one of them whole. It scared her. “Get ready guys! Huddle together!”

"W-we should a-all split up." she called to Stacatto. "S-so the-then the U-undead will have to m-make a decision and we c-can have more time to run. W-we could all go in pairs, f-for extra safety. I-I can take Ven." Mist murmured, cowering in fear of the infected.

The Ninetales was at peace, the supposed-shiny Eletrike brushed his tail against the Fire-type's side, having her feel comfortable, despite feeling all crowded. Barely able to see, and barely hearing a thing, she felt... More weak than ever, and useless. She tried to make out her surroundings, but ended up only making out colorful blurs of the tunnel she had dug up. That was when the ground rumbled again. Melanie glanced up at the ceiling, only hearing barely audible yelling, everyone was trying to take cover. Was the undead getting to them? The Fire-type felt her heart twist, "E-Etin, w-what's going on?" She stammered, glancing at the ceiling, "Should I try to d-dig another route? I feel... Fire."

It was sudden, but she felt heat lick her fur, she turned her head to the Electrike's supposed direction, gasping at the sudden burnt wood blocking their direction for escape. The Ninetales didn't know where to go, especially since all she saw was brown surrounding her, and fires behind Etincelle, "Go, go, go!" She was impatient for Etin's tap, hoping he would lead her somewhere around Olivine City, so she could dig up and find out what was going on with the group. How was Staccato? Ven? Mist? Seion? The anxiety chewed up Mel from her insides.

Melanie seemed to have calmed and that was all thay mattered. The Ninetales was by Etincelle's side and he kept his tail gently against her fur. He would not leave her. They were well underneath the actual cafe at this time but the shiny Electrike was not worried. He was sure that everyone else could care for themselves. Surly that undead that had attacked would be taken care of by now. But then he heard an all too familure sound- the roar of fire. His pelt suddenly spiked up in fear and he unintentionally pulled his touch from Mel's side. They were easily a few yards into the tunnel that the larger canine had made and from the entrence that they had made he saw the light was orange and gold. Fire.

Etincelle could hear the alarmed shout of the fatherly Chatot: “Mist! Carry Ven; he still may be weak from that attack. We’ve gotta find the others!”  His voice became louder for a second. Etincelle knew that he needed to move. Melanie was depending on him. He heard her stammer in alarm, "E-Etin, w-what's going on?"She turned her muzzel to the top of the tunnel. "Should I try to d-dig another route? I feel... Fire." The Electrike had to fight down the terror that made him want to howl. They needed to get out of there but everyone was shouting all at once and it was hard to thing with the sound of the fire. "Come on!" he snarled out of terror and ran back to Mel. The smaller canine ducked under her chest and the out between her front legs, his tail against her side again but he needed her to understand the urgency.

The shiny polemon bounded forward, sure that the Ninetales was now by his side. He pushed his legs harshly as he sprinted to the end of the tunnel. As soon as he reached the exit, where they could escape out and flee the Cafe to safety, he heard snapping sounds. Etincelle could only watch in horror with wide pink eyes as burning wooden planks fell into the entrence of the tunnel, flames now licking the air inches from his nose. "Go, go, go!" Mel was calling from behind, the only reason he knew that she was there, but they were trapped in the tunnel. The duo would have to dig their way out. He knew that they needed to find a way to get past the burning wood and fast. "Help!! Staccoto! Mist! Ven! Mel and I are stuck!!" He could only pray that someone would hear him over the roar of the flames.

Melinda looked at all of them. Her moth began to water as she imagined them, their corpses neatly laid out in front of her, made for a feast. She could almost taste their flesh and blood in her mouth as she began to Dig, her body drilling through the ground. Her eyes were wild with insanity as she drew closer and closer to the Ninetales and Electrike.

As she burst from the ground only a few metres away, her maws opened with a large Fire Blast, heating up the surrounding area. "You look delicious..." she murmured quietly, licking her lips before lunging with a crunch.

[OOC: Lol fail. I forgot I was even floating here! xD]

"W-we should a-all split up. S-so the-then the U-undead will have to m-make a decision and we c-can have more time to run. W-we could all go in pairs, f-for extra safety. I-I can take Ven." The wisdom of Mist's words rang true as they neared the burning building, and Staccato could only nod in agreement as the smoke made his throat choke and his eyes water. The Chatot came into the cafe and sought out Seion; he called to the Seviper ("Get outta here!"), and was about to follow before his mind noted that he hadn't counted everyone safe yet.

Let's see... Coughing once again at the smoke, the Music Note Pokemon knew that Mist and Ven were alright as far as he knew - everyone else? Seion should be well on his way out, and the other two were unaccounted for. Staccato flapped his wings in alarm as he saw the cafe's roof begin to collapse, and knew that it was only a matter of time before the rest of the building followed after. Braving his feathers against the heat, the Chatot stayed within the fiery remains. He wouldn't leave his friends to die on their own. He wouldn't do that to them, not when he already did that to his trainer! The thought that he would betray loyalty just to save his own hide reinforced his will to rescue the missing Mel and Etin.

"Help!! Staccoto! Mist! Ven! Mel and I are stuck!" Perhaps it was because he was used to catching loud noises above unneeded noise, but the desperate call for help that was undeniably Etincelle pierced the Chatot's ears. I'm coming! Staccato took to the air, flying through the fire and the burning debris. His back burned as if fire had fallen upon him, a stark reminder that he was still injured and most likely opening his wound even more so. But really, if it just to see his friends alive and well for even one more day, he'd give his all. Gritting his beak, the bird ignored his own injury and began to focus on others.

"You look delicious..." You've got to be kidding me! Another Pokemon native to his original region, Staccato could only stare in great anticipation and fear as the Garchomp prepared to zone in on a certain Electrike and Ninetails. But at that very moment, it was like something snapped in his body, in his mind. A growl reverberated in the back of his throat, and his eyes became glazed over for a moment. Thoughts in his mind became disarray, and the muscles in his body tensed with invisible power.

"Get away from them!" His wings already hot from the surrounding fire, Staccato unleashed a Heat Wave towards the Garchomp angrily, his wings flapping with great ferocity. The Chatot coughed up blood, splaying the blazing red ground with his dark red blood.

As soon as the Chatot gave the nod, Mist was racing out of the building with Ven in her coils. She slithered through the broken wall, escaping from the blazing remains of the cafe and into the seaside city of Olivine. The breeze battered against the scales as she ran as fast as she can, scared. Periodically she looked back at the building, guilt welling up in her for not helping her comrades, but she was much too frightened.


The sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, and the sky was tinted a vivid orange-yellow. She could see black dots in the sky, and after much squinting against the bright light she could see that there were a flock of undead Fearows. Panic rose in her body as she began to move even quicker [If that was even possible.], and before she knew it she was at the beach, looking across the rolling, brilliant waves of blue.

"O-oh... I h-hope they're okay..." Mist mumbled, flicking her tongue out. A thought struck her. A flaw in her plan, something that may as well ruin the whole ordeal of splitting up to confuse the undead. She almost wanting to slap herself for not thinking about it.

Where were they all going to meet up?

Mel and Etin had dug underground somewhere, while Stacatto she had last seen rushed to Seion. She and the Golbat were at a beach. Exactly where were they going to find each other again? Or were they going to go back to the [probably completely burnt down] cafe when they thought the Garchomp was gone?

Etin called out for help from underground, the Ninetales shivering, "C-can they hear us?" she partially sobbed, she didn't want to be stuck underground for the rest of her life. Despite being in the underground, she felt an eerie air pass by, Melanie drew in a gasp as fire began to surround the Eletrike and her. Instinctively she had her tails cover Etincelle from the heat. The fox-like Pokemon drew in the Fire Blast, due to her ability; Flash Fire, she felt stronger than ever.

Mel didn't take this chance to retaliate with a fire-type move, instead, she used Imprison straight at the source of the Fire Blast, "L-leave us alone!" She stuttered out, confidence filled up at the end of the sentence.



[Ooc: Sorry for short post lol]

"Get away from them!" Before Melinda could reach the two canines, immense heat slammed onto her back, and she turned only to smell the fresh scent of delicious blood. She eyed the red splatted on the ground from the little parrot, before unleashing a roar of anger as the pain settled in. She hated pain, hated it. Her whole life she had always tried to avoid such agony, but when the heat singed her spine she snapped.

Her eyes glowed even harsher at Stacatto. "I'll..." she began, snarling and digging at the dirt. "Kill you first!" she screeched, lunging towards the bird. She won't fail this time, she will get food. She will kill this stupid-ass parrot and eat him, and he will be delicious.

"I'll... kill you first!" Staccato was confused for a moment, unsure what had happened. One moment, he was diving into the burning cafe to assist his friends; the next, the Garchomp was yelling in revenge towards him. No time to think! The huge land shark darted forward with malicious intent, its claws coming directly at him. The Chatot instinctively lunged to the left side, but the living dead's claw still managed to scrape his injured back - and by scrape, he actually meant a direct hit on an already damaged area.

"Gah!" The Music Note Pokemon stumbled around blindly, the redness of the hurt blinding him. After shaking his head to clear the fuzziness, Staccato found a hole nearby him, debris and all sorts of things covering it. Not even imagining that an enemy might be hiding within the dirt hole, Staccato used momentum and his entire body to push the scrapped building materials with all his might, crawling into the hole as soon as a big enough of a space was made so that he could squeeze through. His breathing was ragged, and he was positive that the rank of blood would follow him around forever, but it was a blessing enough to find that Etin and Mel were in this hole after pushing forward for a while. "Etincelle! Melanie! You're safe, thank Arceus..." If he had the energy to expend, the Chatot would drape his wings over the two Pokemon and hug them tightly.

"We've gotta get out of here," he told them with quiet seriousness, knowing that the Garchomp was out for blood (and food too, he supposed). But how would they escape with any chance of casualties? Digging would take too much time... And going up the hole would be like walking into the infected predator's mouth. Unless they could somehow distract the dragon and escape in the nick of time before the entire cafe fell... well, in all honesty, they'd die.

They couldn't think like that! No siree! Flapping his wings in determination, he turned to the Ninetails and Electrike, inspecting them even closer now to assure himself that they weren't injured too seriously. Etin looked just slightly ruffled, dirt on his paws from what Staccato guessed was digging, but otherwise the Chatot deemed the electric type as good as anybody could be during the epidemic. Staccato faced Mel now, hopping closer when the Ninetails' eyes didn't focus on him. Oh dear Lord no... Fear clutched his heart, and the Chatot cawed in great concern. "Mel, can you see me?"

Light was gently poking above the horizon, and Mist was slithering here and there, but away from the cafe. Her eyes darted from corner to corner, scared of what will come out next. She could only hear the faint crackles o fire from where they had last been. Maybe she should've stayed and helped? Guilt bit at her mind as an infected Arcanine caught her eye, and she hissed, immediately beginning a run.

Rounding a corner, she hid in a bush, and waited. She couldn't scent or hear anyone near them, so she gave a sigh of relief. "That was a close one, wasn't it, Ven?" she smiled, before her eyes went wide with shock. She didn't feel the familiar bat on her head anymore... Where was he? "Ven? Ven? Ven?!" she shrieked. Where was Ven?! One moment he was ther and the other moment... Oh, maybe he got thrown off in her mad slithering? She began to cry, frantically searching. "Ven? Where are you? Veeeen?"

Seion really had no clue what was happen. He remembered fighting an undead Umbreon before it ran off to who knows where, then, out of the blue a huge infected dragon type comes out of the works and starts rampaging, then the cafe is on fire, and now everyone is missing. Seion couldn't help but be dumbfounded on everything that had just happened.
Shaking his head so he could get his priorities strait, he slithered out of the burning cafe and into the streets once more. It was like his first time in the city, alone, looking for a group that he could trust, but now that he had found one, they where gone.
The streets where peaceful anymore ether, not with that dragon running a muck. Seion let out a hiss as he stared down the undead. He watched as it made it grab for Staccato, who only managed to get away with another scratch added to his already shredded back, but was soon able to find safety in the hole.
He didn't know where Mist and the others where, so he felt as though he was on his own as he faced this undead menace.

Seion didn't know how he was going to pull this off, the thing was so much bigger then him, any pokemon with half a mind would know they would die unless they ran away, but Seion never ran away from a fight.
He let out another hiss before releasing his Haze, shrouding the street in a thick fog. Though it was meant to heal status conditions, it made a great cover for sneak attacks.
The Sevipers tail began to glow the poison purple as he slithered over to where he could smell the undead.
His tongue flickering. Though he couldn't see through his haze, it wasn't hard to miss that smell of death.
Once he believed he was close enough he swung his tail in at what he hoped to be its back as he used his Poison Tail.

Melanie blinked rapidly, hoping that it would get the blackness to go away. Frankly, that didn't work. The Ninetales whirled toward Etin's scent, ready to caution him that she shall go dig a hole and try to get back up onto surface, however, a certain fatherly figure came in, Etincelle! Melanie! You're safe, thank Arceus..." The Chatot gave a huge bear hug, the Fire-type giving a simple smile, it was strange how the scent of blood and death reeked from the bird, but immediately pushed it away as a scent from contact with the Garchomp. "We've gotta get out of here," The Fox Pokemon replied with a quick nod, impatience edging as she noticed how Staccato was taking a while to give the signal of leading the way. Must be checking on wounds. 'Now's not the time for that father!' The Ninetales growled mentally. It was funny how she considered a bird that she met within a couple of hours was already considered a father.

"Mel, can you see me?" Staccato asked with concern. Melanie gulped, not really wanting to worry the fatherly figure, but to her, it was impossible to lie to him. She was honest so far to everyone within the group, she didn't want to kill that streak, "N-no..." She stammered, narrowing her now, sightless eyes. She pawed at the ground, "But let's go, quickly." Melanie didn't plan on having her death date any time soon, nor did she want the rest of her family to disappear either.

To say that Etincelle was glad to see the colorful bird would have been a huge understatement. His head whipped around to see the smaller pokemon poking his way through the barrier of debris that had the two canines trapped under the ground. A releived grin split his face and the electric type met Staccato's happy greeting. Etincelle could not help but notice how much the bird was clearly wincing and stiffened up as he came closer, but the Electrike was quickly distracted by when Staccato turned his peircing gaze from him to Mel. His demenor changed and Etincelle backed up awkwardly, not liking the way his eyes settled upon the Ninetales. "Mel, can you see me?" Staccato finally asked. That was not what Etincelle had been expecting and he whipped around to look at the fire type's face. Her eyes... No. She could not possibly be able to see. Discust twisted his gut. Why had he not been able to notice that before?

Melanie did not seem to be awear of the shiny pokemon's feelings. Her eyes narrowed as she replied quietly. "N-no..." Etincelle looked up at her, his pink gaze widening with sympathy. But Mel continued, pawing impatiently at the ground. "But let's go, quickly." She had a point. Etincelle turned to face Staccato, but keeping his tail pressed against her side. He would find a way to help her. He would find a way to protect her. He would if it were the last thing he did. "She is right," Etincelle growled, scraping his own claws against the ground. His paws and chest were already covered with filth so getting a little more on his claws were no bid deal. "But the way that you got in won't work for either of us..." He continued, motioning to the small break in the wall of debris and then to himself and Mel. 

He was really just speaking his own thoughts outloud. In all truth Etincelle had no idea how they were going to get out. He regaurded Staccato with helpless eyes.

"But the way that you got in won't work for either of us..." Mel had affirmed one of his greatest fears - that she had become blind. Gah... The Chatot shook his head in resignation, knowing that he could say no more to help what has already been done. Staccato clucked his tongue in his worry, the situation at hand becoming more helpless by the second. They could either continue digging for however long that might take, and hope that the Garchomp won't get to them in the mean time, or he can find a way to get the rubble out of the hole and allow Mel and Etin an escape. The heat from the fire caused Staccato to be that much more squeamish, but he forced himself to concentrate.

Well... An idea popped into his head, but chances are if he shared his thoughts with the others they wouldn't agree to it. But a moment of silence as he listened to the crackling of the fire above, and the Music Note Pokemon knew that they had no choice if they wanted to get out of here alive and in one piece. "Stay here, and when you see a chance to get out, you get out, okay?" He whispered, suppressing a shiver that passed through him despite the overwhelming warmth just outside their little tunnel. The Chatot saluted them with a wing raised and towards his forehead, before hopping out of the small hole he had made to the cafe he might as well have called a living hell.

The smog burned his eyes and they immediately watered up, but Staccato looked through the heat to find what he knew was his last chance at getting the Ninetails and Electrike out of the tunnel. Flames licked everywhere he looked, and more of the roof had collapsed, the pink sky of dawn taunting him of its peacefulness. Haven't got the time and place for that... The Chatot flapped his wings to stand atop of the rubble, finally seeking out whom he was searching for; the Garchomp. In his last ditch effort, he was going to bait the dragon into attack him, but consequently also attacking the rubble that he stood upon. Hopefully, that would create a large enough hole and diversion for the two beneath him to escape safely. Out of the three of them - Mel, Etin, and himself - Staccato knew that he had the highest chance of facing the Garchomp and hopefully coming out more or less in one piece.

"Hey you, yeah you!" He yelled at the Garchomp, coughing momentarily as the absence of oxygen in the air hurt. "You didn't kill me once before, who's to say you can do that now?" His back twinged at the reminder, but the Chatot stayed focus on what he had gotten himself into. He could only hope that Etincelle would catch his words and realize that he only had a split second to get Melanie out of there before it was too late. "Come and get me, sucker!" Staccato wagged his metronome-like tail at the land shark, hopping up and down upon the pile of roof.

[OOC: Skip.]