The MEETING Team (PLOT)

"FOOL!" the Ariados screeched as raised her head to take the Hyper Beam head on.  For an instant, Ebon thought that maybe the undead wasn't very bright, and that was the end of it. Then the dust settled, and the spider Pokemon was unhurt and livid. "YOU CANNOT KILL ME THAT EASILY, HUMAN!" she shrieked, causing everyone to flinch. The Magnezone started shaking with fear, because now he couldn't do anything until he recharged from that attack, and if that thing could take his most powerful attack without damage, then they were in serious danger.  

"COLRESS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM," Ebon shouted.

In response to this, Spock started formulating an escape route, and used Agility once again.  They needed to get out of here, or they would all die. The best thing he could think of would be if Colress recalled everyone, and Spock could grab him and run. The biggest flaw with that plan, however, was that C3PO was caught in a Spider Web attack, which meant that he couldn't be recalled, and Colress would refuse to leave without him.  As much as it pained Spock to consider it, he may have to drag Colress away from this.

Colress and Agent Smith were still hacking away at the spider's webbing, but when it became clear that this undead could take Ebon's Hyper Beam to the face with no consequences, they started panicking.  
Colress wildly slashed at the webbing with a quick apology,"I'm sorry if I accidentally hurt you, C3."

Agent Smith started throwing his Will-O-Wisp with less care, trying to burn off the webbing more quickly, and he commented, "Sorry, dude if I burn ya."

C3PO was terrified as well, not only could he not move, but that undead was strong. "Don't worry about that! Just get me out!" he begged.

"NO! MINE!" The undead screamed before sending another Spider Web attack at Spock.  He dodged out of the way, but this meant that he couldn't stop the large spider from jumping over Ebon to his trainer and the other Pokemon. She crash-landed on C3PO, who started screaming, and the impact knocked the human and the Plasma Pokemon several feet away. Colress landed on his back, while Agent Smith managed to catch himself before landing on the ground.

The scientist managed to sit back up in time to hear the Ariados's triumphant screech, and to see her mandibles start glowing. The screech had rendered him and his Pokemon unable to move for what she did next. The spider Pokemon bent her head down to point her attack directly at the immoble Gear Pokemon, and released a barrage of Poison Sting.  It took an instant before C3PO could feel it, but then he could feel holes forming and punching through him.  The pain caused him to start screaming almost unintelligibly. However, one could hear the words Colress, other names, and help repeated several times. Colress could only watch in shock as his oldest Pokemon and friend died screaming in agony. His limbs refused to cooperate with him when he tried to stand up, and he almost fell back down. Agent Smith managed to catch him, but he couldn't take his eyes away from C3PO's dead body.

Spock recovered the quickest, and he started ordering the other Pokemon, "Smith! Get Colress over to me now!  Ebon, can you move yet?" His words seemed to help the others snap out of their daze, but Colress was still shellshocked. Agent Smith practically dragged the human away, and Ebon moved to make sure he was between the Ariados and the retreating scientist.  For good measure, Ebon started sparking in preparation for a Thunder Wave.  Maybe paralyzing it would help, if outright damage wouldn't work.

The Harbinger stared straight at the man, the scientist, oh how she hated those lab coats. The rapid fear in his eyes made it all worth it to her, though, and Ariados boldly lowered her head, giving as much of a playful smile to him as she was able. It seemed that the so called trainer was finally realising how large of a mistake he had made. Oh, she would make sure he never forgot.

The Metagross was taking charge, apparently. His voice caused the other Pokemon to react. "Smith! Get Colress over to me now!  Ebon, can you move yet?" How cute, she thought. They had names, as if they actually mattered.

But to her displeasure, it was actually working. The Harbinger cared not if they regrouped. "Bring it, boys," she taunted, still perched upon the dead body of their friend. A maniacal laugh ripped through the undead's chest, echoing through the air. "I AM WAITING!"

This must not have been as encouraging as she had hoped, given the still frantic movements of her prey. Pity.

The Magnezone moved in front of her, his body sparking as he blocked her view of the human. Ariados barked out a raspy laugh. With her assured win, it was almost fun to play with her food again. Her babies were well fed by the forest around Cherrygrove, and this was a human no less. Crimson eyes flashed as she met the Magnezone head on. But the magnet was growing most annoying, the creature even having the nerve to attempt paralyzing her.

Without any warning, Ariados' body suddenly shimmered an ugly magenta. Before her, the Magnezone slowly was also engulfed in the psionic power. Then the pressure grew. The Magnezone struggled, his attack forgotten by then as dents in the steel began showing. The slow sound of metal bending was heard, and without warning, suddenly the pressure of the Psychic was too much. Altogether from the pressure, the dual type was crushed beneath the pure power, his lifeless body falling to the ground in a pile that resembled a stepped on tin can.

Snapping her head up, Ariados locked onto the trainer and the Rotom. No you don't. The Harbinger shot out another web, this one sturdier than the first, and built for constrict. Her aim on point, the attack slammed right into the Rotom-Wash, and she wasted no time in immediately ripping it from the human's grip and to her clutches. Once the dual type was in front of her, Ariados stepped forward, placing one leg on the sideways washing machine.

"I'm waiting, HUMAN. Your move."

The Ariados looked Colress in the eyes mockingly before Agent Smith was able to drag him away from the sight of C3PO's dead body. He had a sudden realization, She's toying with us. He wrapped an arm around the Rotom-wash since he knew that his legs weren't cooperating with him, and they moved over to Spock. "Come on, just a little further," Agent Smith encouraged.

"Bring it, boys. I AM WAITING!" the harbinger taunted as she stood on top of the dead gear Pokemon. The maniacal laughter that accompanied the challenge only drove Agent Smith to move more quickly and made Spock use Agility for a third time.

Ebon Hawk discharged the Thunder Wave, and that only annoyed the spider Pokemon. She looked at him with a mild displeasure, and he realized that he had made a horrific error when the spider started glowing an unnatural shade of magenta. He felt himself being enveloped in psychic energy, and then the pressure. The magnet Pokemon started twitching sporadically as his body started denting, and then he started screaming as the building pressure started HURTING.  Colress heard the sound of a metal bending when he turned around and saw Ebon Hawk crushed as if he were a can to be disposed of.

"EBON HAWK!" the scientist screamed as he let go of Agent Smith, and tried to run back.  However, the Rotom stopped him by moving in front of him, and telling him, "We have to get outta here!"  Then the plasma Pokemon pushed him back towards Spock, and, fortunately, Colress's legs didn't give out from under him again. He grabbed Agent Smith as he got on top of Spock so that Agent Smith wouldn't be left behind once the Iron Leg Pokemon started running.

Suddenly, the Ariados shot out another web, and yanked the Rotom out of his arms. Agent Smith landed in front of the harbinger, and she moved forward and placed one of her forelegs on the constricted Pokemon. "I'm waiting, HUMAN. Your move," she mocked. Colress lept off Spock and stumbled on the ground, and Spock, realizing what Colress was going to do, shot out a claw and grabbed him before he ran forward.

"We HAVE to get out now!" Spock yelled at his trainer. There was no way they could save Agent Smith, given the power this undead showed, and it broke Spock's heart to think that. The Rotom had been the newest addition to the team, and he was always high on life.

"No! We can still save him!" Colress argued illogically.  His head knew that Agent Smith was not getting out of this alive, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing another one of his Pokemon. He struggled against the iron grip on his body, but the Metagross would not release him.

As soon as he felt the web grab him, Agent Smith knew that he was dead.  He only hoped that his trainer and Spock would be able to get away now that the Ariados had a target in front of her. His heart almost stopped in fear when he saw Colress almost throw away his chance of escape and the arguement between the scientist and his Pokemon.  Agent Smith knew what he had to do. "SPOCK! TAKE HIM AND RUN!" the plasma Pokemon screamed as he let out his most powerful Discharge on the spider that was touching him.

The words snapped the pair out of their standoff, and when Spock saw what the Rotom was doing, he readjusted his grip on Colress, and ran.  Even though his gate was awkward since he had to carry a human in one of his claws, he had three agility boosts, and he swiftly vacated the clearing.  Colress, however was yelling at him to stop, and the trainer's eyes couldn't leave the scene of the Rotom still caught in the Ariados's clutches.

The foolish man. The scientist est human jumped off of his get away without hesitation, and exactly as she anticipated. The desperation in his eyes, the pure terror, not for himself, but his Pokemon... it was almost sick with how sweet.
But the Metagross ruined it, causing a sour pout to overtake her expression as it hollered instead, "We HAVE to get out now!"

"Yes, RUN! Leaves less of a mess for me to clean up!" Ariados laughed, her grip on the Rotom-Wash nothing short of humiliating. Standing over him, she would not have been so pleasant if the roles were reversed.

"No! We can still save him!"
The Harbinger grinned as her jaws shimmered, preparing a leech life deep in her throat. One hit. Just one shot, and the human would be out of his misery.

But the Rotom-Wash caught her off guard. "SPOCK! TAKE HIM AND RUN!" The Harbinger jolted, pulling her head back to stare down in shock at the dual type. It was DEAD. How was it STILL FIGHTING?

The electricity that ran through her body caused a screech to escape the spider, but she was unharmed after. This time, however, she was angry. Now the human was surely out of range of her attack. Snapping her head down, there was no taunt as she shot the single needle through the Rotom, instead pure murderous rage.

It had ruined her kill. "RUN WHILE YOU CAN, HUMAN!" she screeched, her shrill voice ripping through the air. "I DON'T HAVE TO KILL YOU-- YOU'LL DO THAT ON YOUR OWN AT THIS RATE!" She cut off with laughter, not even bothering to give chase as her babies moved forward to feast on the bodies.

The Discharge did what Agent Smith needed it to, and the Ariados had been distracted long enough for Colress and Spock to get away. The spider pokemon shrieked, though the Rotom doubted that it actually hurt her. When she looked back down at him, her gaze was murderous.  Her angry visage was the last thing that the plasma Pokemon saw before there was a stinging pain, and then nothing.

Spock was moving quickly, but Colress still saw the last few seconds of Smith's life. Then he heard the Ariados calling to him, "RUN WHILE YOU CAN, HUMAN! I DON'T HAVE TO KILL YOU-- YOU'LL DO THAT ON YOUR OWN AT THIS RATE!" Then she started laughing as if the brutal deaths of his Pokemon were a grand old joke, but her words made him realize something. It's my fault. They're dead, and it's MY FAULT. He went limp in Spock's grip, and started crying. He knew to keep quiet, but he had to fight to keep the sobs in as they continued.


The Metagross kept moving until he almost stumbled into another town as the sun completly set. Since it would be dangerous to keep going in the dark, he decided to see if one of these buildings could suffice as a shelter for the night.  He looked at the human in his claw, and he saw that the man was barely keeping himself together. If Spock were to be honest with himself, he was only holding himself together because urgency and survival had taken over.

Many of the buildings in the town were burnt down or had some form of fire damage, and he had to look for any building that was large enough for him to hide as well. After finally selecting an appropriate house, he realized that there was no easy way for him to get into the building. He finally felt safe enough to put Colress down, but the man couldn't even hold himself up on his feet. The scientist crumbled to his hands and knees, and Spock could hear the man let out a sob. That tiny sound made the large Pokemon tremble, and he decided to make an entrance instead. He moved around to a different side of the house, and his body glowed a bright purple before he smashed his way into the building. Thankfully, the house stood strong, and even though he made a mess of the room he crashed into, the rest of the area would suffice for sleeping.

Spock's shaking intensified as he went back to Colress, picked him up, and carried him into the building. He was so tired, but he had to make sure Colress was safe.  However, he had reached his limit, and he needed the... others... to help... There were only three of them left, and the realization hit him hard. "Colress, let R2D2 and Magneto out. I... need... to rest," he asked as he placed the scientist back on the ground.

Colress found himself back on his hands and knees. Responding automatically to the request, Colress reached into his pockets, and pulled out all of his pokeballs. His hands were shaking so badly that he dropped them.  By some fortune, R2D2's and Magneto's balls landed button down, and released the Beheeyem and Magneton. He scrambled trying to pick the pokeballs back up, as if afraid that something was going to take them away and put them back in his coat pocket.  When he looked at the three Pokemon he had left, he felt ashamed. He opened his mouth to say something, but he choked on a sob, and this alarmed the two Pokemon who had been spared seeing the incident. They looked to Spock, and he simply asked while gesturing towards his entrance area, "Please fill that hole back in. We don't want visitors."

R2D2 complied quickly, and used Psychic to move the rubble in such a way that it blocked the area off again, and sealed them in darkness. The only light in the room came from the Beheeyem's glowing digits. Magneto, fearing the answers, finally asked, "What happened? Where are the others?"

R2D2's stomach dropped when he remembered their earlier disagreement, "What did you find?"

Colress curled into a sitting position, and clawed his hands in his hair. It took a moment before he answered the questions, and it was so quiet that they weren't sure they heard him. "...They're dead..." he croaked.

"What? Oh gods no," the Magenton whispered. They moved closer to the human.

The Beeheyem didn't react so kindly, "WHAT? I TOLD YOU THAT LOOKING FOR THAT THING WAS STUPID. WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" He was livid.

"I'm sorry... I know... It's my fault..." he wimpered.  The tears hit him full force, and he removed his glasses so that he could more effectively rub his eyes. Oh, he knew that it was due to him that they were dead, and the thought burned him inside. The accusation hit hard, though, and he started sobbing incoherently.

The Metagross lowered himself to the ground gently so that he could relax his legs, and then he snapped at R2D2, "Now's not the time for that." That settled the angry Pokemon for the moment, and that allowed the Beheeyem to fully realize how broken his trainer was. The man was usually sorry for few things, but... this wasn't that person.

Given that Colress wasn't able to form sentences through his tears, R2D2 and Magneto looked towards Spock, and he realized that he was going to have to tell them.  Oh god, he just wanted to sleep, but they needed to know. "We found an undead Ariados.  It... was strong, and it killed C3PO in two shots, crushed Ebon Hawk, and Agent Smith died to make sure we escaped." There were so many more details, but he really did not want to rehash them right now.  Colress didn't need to hear the excrutiating details again, and frankly, neither did he.

Realizing that that was all they were going to get at the moment, Magneto took charge, "I'll keep watch for now, get some rest Spock." They knew that R2D2 was the one best suited of the three for helping Colress right now, despite the earlier outburst. Spock gave a grunt to indicate that he heard, and he passed out from exhaustion.

R2D2 walked closer to the crying human and sat next to him. It had been a while since he had to do this, but he figured contact may be what Colress needed right now. The Beheeyem gave the human a hug that couldn't quite reach around and buried his head into the man's arm.

The scientist barely heard what his Pokemon said, and it wasn't until R2D2 touched him that he even paid attention to his surroundings. Feeling what the Cerebral Pokemon was trying to do, he readjusted himself so that he was hugging the Pokemon back. Even now, he's trying to help me. What did I do to have such loyal Pokemon? I don't deserve them... The thoughts hurt, but he knew they were true. I'm the monster who who led his own Pokemon to certain death, just for the pursuit of knowledge. I've... hurt so many in my search for answers, and now the ones I love have been killed because of it. This... isn't what my family would have wanted... Shame twisted inside him like a knife, and he gripped R2D2 tightly. Then the memories of his Pokemon started filling his head, and then he saw their mangled bodies in front of him  The last time he lost people he loved dearly, he had tried to ignore the pain, and now here he was with three of his dearest friends dead and the blood of many others on his hands.  He could try to numb the pain again, but... then he'd stop caring about them. He couldn't do that to them.

It took losing half his team to finally come to the conclusion, I finally understand that life is precious, and I am a monster.

Slow, steady thumps beat on like an old drum against the desert's silence as Eldes stared ahead at the ruins drawing ever closer. He knew the old port town well enough, at least what it used to be, from the years he lived nearby. The lighthouse still stood proudly over the town as a sturdy yet worn sentinel. The houses and shops that once made the city so lively, of course, were dark and abandoned, as was the rest of Orre.

Well...

Eldes turned his head slightly, easily spotting the dark clouds in the distance. The ominous sky stretched like tendrils from their base over Gateon, marring the otherwise bright sky with their shadows. Citadark, from what he could tell, was at least operated by a skeleton crew; even as tenacious as his brother was, there was no way Ardos could make the machines spurring the ongoing hurricane by himself. Because of the perpetual storm, he couldn't see the island itself, but... it was good that he didn't have to. His heart ached at the thought; he was going to have to see it, one way or another, though.

He was going to get to that island.

Since Looker had vanished in Orre's borders years ago, it had been Eldes' only goal to reach Citadark again. He knew Ardos, or at least a successor, was behind all of this-- the entire Epidemic. He didn't know how, other than that these pokemon, these infected and Undead were somehow linked to Shadow Pokemon. He knew what he'd seen when that Honchkrow took out his Headquarters-- it was Shadow Sky. And he'd been unable to do anything about it. A small part of him hoped that maybe something happened to Ardos, that some other fervent follower blind to Cipher's sins picked up where their father had left off. It would make this trip much easier, even if it meant Ardos was... Was...

A small chirp to his side pulled him from his bleak reverie, his attention going to his rose-colored Flygon, Oasis. As the Torterra beneath him trekked on, he let out a long breath, one he hadn't realized he'd been holding and patted the concerned dragon. Patience was his best way for traveling long distance due to her endurance and typing, but Oasis was out not only for help against other foes but also his own personal moral support. The grateful pat was enough to sate her curiosity for now, it seemed, but Eldes knew it was only a matter of time till she'd want actual words.

It didn't take long for them to reach the town's border, where the sign still somehow stood. Eldes made a face at the decrepit sign, which was now conveniently missing some letters. GA-E-- PO-T was its new spelling. He hopped off the Torterra, quietly thanking her for her work before recalling her back into her ball as he neared the sign. "'Gay Pot'," Eldes read out aloud, his voice matching his annoyance with Fate. "Hilarious. Trust there to be graffiti even in the apocalypse."

Oasis blinked, her eyes looking over the sign as her trainer passed it to enter the city. "Is that really what it reads? Why would anyone bother to do that?"

"Someone very bored, I imagine," he mumbled back, descending the long staircase that led into the town. "There is the chance that they fell off on their own like that, but I somehow doubt that." At the first landing, he paused as Oasis caught back up with him to survey what little was left. The structures were more or less intact-- at least those that were fortunate enough to be away from the shore. The piers themselves were mostly gone, but it wasn't hard to spot a couple of dinghies bobbing in the distance. Eldes perked at the sight, hope rising.

"Someone here?" he called, Oasis flinching at the volume. "Hello!"

"Eldes, what are you doing?!" Oasis hissed in a harsh whisper, keeping close to her trainer. "What if there's Infected here?!"

"Those dinghies are new-- they barely have any wear on them. That means there's people here, and that means there's no Infected," Eldes replied, his hopes bubbling to the surface. Already he had so many questions: how long had they been there, did they know anything about the island? But as he rounded a corner, he found his prize all right-- four young adults in half uniform. Cipher uniform. The white on black was unmistakable, as were the helmets placed casually next to a large bonfire. His face paled as they turned to him, their own faces mirroring his shock.

"Fuck me, it's a person," the first, a large bulky man mused. He drew his gun as the others quickly fanned out to surround Eldes, Oasis hissing angrily at them. Eldes himself couldn't think to try and find a strategy out-- he was too stunned that there were Cipher members here. Why all the way out here-- and how many members were there for four scouts to be stationed on the port? "With pokemon, no less. Well, ladies and gent, looks like we finally get to try out that training I was giving you."

Eldes swallowed hard and reached for his own gun, but the sound of multiple guns cocking stayed his hand, instead letting them go into the air. The large man strode forward, pressing his gun against Eldes' jaw. "Return that Flygon. Girls, once the dragon's gone, search him." Oasis shot a worried glance to Eldes, but he knew there was nothing she could do without getting shot herself. Shit. Obediently, he returned her, only to have the large man smash the butt of his gun into his face, causing Eldes to fall to the ground.

The recruits were ruthless, easily snatching his pokeballs, his bag and weapons while somehow managing to simultaneously punch and kick him in the face and stomach. It was all he could do to try and protect his face until a certain hit -he wasn't completely sure if it was a fist or shoe- left him dazed. He felt himself rolled over as they snatched his badge. "A cop?" one of the girls asked over the sound of what was probably tinnitus. "What the fuck is a cop doing here?"

He blinked his way back to reality only to have the big guy over him once more, gun still pointed at Eldes. As his vision cleared, Eldes spotted what could only be a phone or comm in his hand, close to his mouth. "Commander. Yes. This is Dylan reporting-- we found a cop at the Port. Bringing him in."

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The rhythmic footsteps echoed on the metal flooring and down the corridor, each step landing with precision and confidence as they carried their bearer through the labyrinthine halls. A shadow mirrored their movements along the cool grey walls, casting their shade upon image after image of a cold, blue haired man as he stared through the posters as though able to see the people on the other side. The ventilation blew cool, icy air making the entire base feel like a massive walk in cooler but it was for the best considering how much was at stake if the samples in the lab grew foul. The steps paused as the man stopped at a door, his robes rustling as they came to a rest a moment after he did, and turned sharply to face the entryway before lifting his hand and pressing down on a button located on the control panel to the right. A high pitched buzzing was heard before an audible click, allowing him to press another, much larger button that slid the door up and open.

Bright light poured across the threshold and gave the pale man pause, being immediately grateful that he always had his trademark shades covering his eyes when outside the office. How long had it been since he last stepped outside these sterile halls and into the unfiltered air of the world? At least three weeks if his itinerary was accurate, which it always was. He inhaled deeply before stepping outside, the winds pulling at his robes and making them dance quickly behind him as he began walking once again towards a large glass building across the way. His stringy blue hair whipped around wildly the further he got away from the main structure but again his glasses kept eyes from the sting, allowing him to see clearly despite the distraction. He reached the smaller building and two guards at the door, in full Cipher uniform, saluted him immediately as they stepped out of the way. They would not deter him in his inspection of the greenhouse.

Ardos made his way inside and felt an almost calm wash over him as the feeling of wind threatening to carry him away left, the fragrant air of life filling his lungs and soothing his head. The greenhouse was easily his favorite place on the island apart from the sanctuary of the island. It reminded him of simpler times, easier times, when Orre was guided by a firm hand and the possibilities for the world were endless. Frowning at the wasted memories he pushed them out of his mind and focused on the task at hand, ensuring that the quotas were going to be met for the next month and that there was enough supply to replant the taken crop. Citadark was an oasis in this Epidemic, a fully functioning and self sustaining haven that even the undead had been unable to penetrate. Save, of course, for the ones who were brought in on purpose.

After nearly an hour of going over the charts and productions with the greenhouse supervisors, satisfied that they would be safe on rations for the next 30 days at least, Ardos departed for the main building once again. He had several more stops to make today if he was going to keep Citadark at full production but he was confident that today, like every day for the last two years, would remain at full operation. Yet today was not going to be like any other walk through, oh no, today was special. Because today he was interrupted midway into his briefing by Lab 1 by a security grunt running at him with a transceiver,  shouting for him about it's importance. "Sir," he panted out heavily, struggling to catch his breath after having run all the way from the security office. "We've received word- from the scouts- on the mainland." Ardos handed the clipboard and checklist back to the lab tech he had been talking to in order to give the grunt his full, and rather impatient, attention. "Spit it out, boy," he said flatly. "I haven't all day to waste on your interruptions."

"The scouts-" pant pant pant "They- They found something." Handing the transceiver to Ardos the grunt brought himself to full attention, waiting patiently for his master's orders once he was done conversing with the scout lead. "Speak," Ardos ordered curtly. "Commander. Yes. This is Dylan reporting-- we found a cop at the Port. Bringing him in." Ardos's only reaction to the strange news was the slight raise of his eyebrow over the rim of his glasses, the rest of his face remaining in a firm and nearly unreadable line. But this was in fact curious news. A human, and law enforcement no less, wandering around the port? To what end? "Bring him in on the south side of the island, a full guard will be there to await you." His natural paranoia was gripping him in the idea that there was a chance that what little remained of the resistances on the mainland had gotten wind of his haven. If that were the case then this 'cop' would not be allowed to report back to his fellows ever again.

"And be sure to confiscate any pokemon and weapon you find on him before getting ashore. I will not have a repeat of last time. Understand?"

In his stupor, Eldes attempted to get back to his feet, or at least sitting up, but a firm, heavy-booted foot stepped down on his chest, quickly causing him difficulties in breathing. He weakly tried alleviating the pressure, but to little avail. "Bring him in on the south side of the island, a full guard will be there to await you." Eldes blinked in confusion as he heard the voice from the comm, his memory sparking despite the haze that weighed on his mind. That... couldn't be...

"And be sure to confiscate any pokemon and weapon you find on him before getting ashore. I will not have a repeat of last time. Understand?" The words meant nothing to Eldes. Ardos wasn't dead. HE WASN'T DEAD. Eyes widening, the voice almost bringing him to tears, Eldes lurched forward with his arm outstretched for the comm, almost tipping the large man over. Of course, Eldes received another boot to the face, sending the detective straight back onto the tiled ground while the other grunts swarmed him again with zip ties and a handkerchief utilized as a gag. "AR--" he tried to call out, but the grunts managed to stuff the cloth into his mouth before he finished. He could only watch helplessly as the grunts tied his hands behind his back and threw his pokemon, weapons and badge into a plastic sack.

"Yessir," the brute of a man replied once Eldes was detained, glaring daggers at the latter. "We'll be there momentarily." Eldes spat out the bit of blood that had already pooled in his throat-- his nose felt like it was bleeding, and he likely had a cut lip from the way it stung. Great. The brute placed the comm back on his hip, placed his helmet on and leaned down to Eldes; his sick grin was the only thing visible from beneath the stark white head piece. "You're gonna have a bad day ahead of you, old man."

Of course, with the gag, Eldes was unable to respond. The others heaved him onto his feet before forcing him to walk to one of the dinghies and sat him down roughly. The brute and one of the women took the bag of his things and went to the other boat while the remaining two manned his boat. Panting through the gag, all he could do was watch them row and wait as the port floated further and further away.

It turned out that the two grunts he was stuck with did little in the way of conversation, leaving Eldes' mind to race. Ardos was alive -which was wonderful- but it also meant that he was in charge of Citadark, and now more than likely was responsible for the apocalypse. Which was decidedly not wonderful. He also wondered how the sea was so calm, but maybe, since there was no longer any other sea-faring vehicles in Orre besides their own, they stopped the machines that churned the waves while they rowed back. It was good to know he wouldn't be dunked into the ocean with a gag and his hands zip-tied behind his back, but surprisingly enough, it did little to reassure him.

They eventually arrived, the boat sliding beside a sturdy pier. It looked better than her remembered. Weird. The grunts rustled him out, not caring for their roughness and earning a few pained, muffled grunts from their prisoner as they ushered him forward. He tried looking up to see more of the island, but his head was soon snatched by the hair and shoved down to be parallel with his waist. He heard more footsteps over the sounds of his own panting and heart pounding, eyes frantically looking for pairs of shoes. How many people were here? Just how boned was he now? Maybe Ardos wouldn't come down for just a prisoner-- what if he was slaughtered here and now without Ardos ever knowing? And even if he did see Ardos, what was going to stop the man from killing him, too? Panic swelled within Eldes as he waited for the others to speak.

"Here he is, Grand Master," the brute spoke as he kicked Eldes straight in the ass, catching him off guard and sending him sprawling into the dusty concrete. Ow. "His pokemon, weapons and stuff is here." He handed the plastic bag, as well as his duffel, over to someone; Eldes would have cringed at the pride in the asshole's voice if he wasn't already reeling in pain. He tried to look up, though, despite everything. He had to see. He had to see his brother.

Ardos frowned as a sudden sound of static came over the comm line followed by what sounded like muffled grunting and shouting. He began to tap his foot impatiently as he waited for his command to be received and was more than a little annoyed when it took longer than a few minutes before a voice came back over the receiver. "Yessir. We'll be there momentarily." Finally. "See that you are," he replied coldly, turning the device off and handing it back to the security detail. "Make sure ten of your best are waiting at the pier for them. I will be there myself shortly to greet our new 'guest'." The grunt saluted proudly and took off running down the hallway once more, leaving the two men alone again. Ardos sighed and fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, unwilling to show fatigue to one of his underlings.

Turning to the lab tech he offered a curt apology and insisted that he would resume his inspection at a later time, the scientist bowing in return and heading back into the lab to continue working while the blue haired male started walking back up to the main level. This was proving to be a most difficult day for him already and it was only half over. He made his way back to his office and once inside secured the door, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes vigorously. When he opened them the bloodshot orbs argued against the light, squinting immediately and making him stumble on his way over to his desk. Once there he practically fell into his chair as his hand fumbled towards a bottom drawer and pulled it open forcefully. He reached inside and pulled out a short, round, crystal glass and a bottle of amber liquid of which he poured himself a hefty portion before knocking it back in one swift motion. Slamming the glass onto the hard wooden surface of his desk Ardos felt his nerves tingle at the familiar sensation coursing through him, his fogged mind growing clearer and the tremor in his hands steadying. His mouth curled in a sloppy smile as the warmth spread across his body and he basked in it for just a moment before placing the tumbler and bottle back in their nest within his drawer.

Getting up carefully and stepping up to a thin mirror mounted on the wall Ardos took in his disheveled appearance and straightened his robes as best he could, having long since surrendered the fight against his unruly hair and not even willing to try. But despite his normally unkempt appearance his followers in Cipher paid it no mind, knowing that his word was law and not his visage. They were perfectly loyal, exactly the way they should be. Deciding that he looked decent enough to receive his 'guest' Ardos put his glasses back on and left his office, confidence returning to his stride as the earlier pains of his morning were now subsided.

It took only a few minutes to join the gathering on the beach, the team of guards watching carefully as the prisoner was unloaded and brought to heel by his scout lead. At his approach Dylan quickly took the opportunity to humiliate his captive, kicking him to the ground unceremoniously and laughing to himself about it. Ardos frowned at the signs of self indulgence and made a mental note to have Dylan sent in for reconditioning before the next rotation. But when Ardos cleared his throat the bulk of a man straightened himself proudly and announced their success. "Here he is, Grand Master," he said confidently, handing off the confiscated goods to one of the guard. "His pokemon, weapons and stuff is here." Ardos nodded to the scout leader and was about to dismiss him when the floored ginger lifted his head and a pair of strikingly familiar eyes met his own.

His heart ceased beating immediately at the green orbs, the pain behind them causing them to water as blood trailed down the arch of one brow from a fresh laceration. Ardos couldn't move, he could hardly breathe, as he gazed down into his brother's eyes and growing angrier by every millimeter the blood trail grew. "Guards," he ordered sharply, never breaking his gaze from Eldes. "Detain Dylan immediately and get this man to his feet." Without a word they quickly moved to follow their order, a pair of armed men gripping Dylan's arms and pinning them behind his back, kicking out the back of his knees to bring him kneeling to the ground beside Ardos. Another two gripped Eldes's arms and pulled him upright slowly, letting him catch himself on his own feet but not fully releasing their grip on his arms once he was up. From there Ardos was able to take in the full extent of his brother's face and the damage that encompassed it, mapping them carefully and cataloging each one so that he could repay them tenfold onto their benefactor. His nose was obviously damaged and possibly broken, his lip split along with his brow, and a dozen fresh bruises were scattered along his face and neck from what looked like a boot coming down on him.

Behind his glasses Ardos's eyes narrowed, the quiet rage inside him fueling his imagination as he pictured just how to prove to Dylan exactly how he had gone wrong in this entire venture. Giving one last look to Eldes the blue haired male turned and stepped over to where Dylan was kept kneeling, confusion clearly written on his face as he looked up at Ardos pleadingly. "Grand Master I--" he began warily, before he was met with a quick backhand to the cheek. Ardos's hand stung greatly from the action but it was almost pure reflex to strike the man who defiled his brother's face. "You do not get to speak." His mouth was set in a firm line as he looked down at his former scout master. "You do not even seem to realize what you have done, which means you have not been studying your professions materials as required. For this you will receive three weeks re-education following a one week stint in the battle cages. If you manage to graduate you will be permitted to return to your assignment but not as a master. You will begin at the bottom and work your way back up."

Dylan looked up at Ardos in horror. The battle cages where wear the infected were put to test to find the strongest subjects. Most humans assigned to the cages lost limbs and life caring for the beasts that stayed within. It was a punishment considered the worst on the island for it meant you had incurred the Grand Master's direct wrath for going against him. But Dylan hadn't gone against him! Had he? "Why Master?" he pleaded desperately, but Ardos would hear none of it. "Take him away." Once again the guards followed their orders without word or question, hauling the now blubbering man inside and out of sight of their leader. Ardos turned back to the two holding Eldes and snapped his fingers, the pair immediately releasing their grips and cutting the ties binding Eldes's arms before dropping their own to their sides, waved away in a gesture to join the remainder of their team still standing dutifully off to the side.

Ardos couldn't stop the smile from reaching his face as he looked upon his twin for the first time in years, his heart feeling lighter than it had in recent memory. "Eldes." The name poured from his lips like honey as his fingers itched to touch the man before him to make sure that this wasn't some sort of hallucination, barely containing his glee when his fingers met the skin of his twin's cheeks as he trailed them down gently to pull at the gag keeping his brother silent. Un-knotting and pulling the dirtied fabric away he let it drop forgotten on the ground as he opened his arms and wrapped them around the red head without hesitation. He pulled his brother to his chest tightly and rested his chin on Eldes's shoulder, not even noticing the tears that began to fall from behind his shades. "You've come home..."

Ardos.

Ardos.

For a moment, the two stared at each other in shock, unable to move or breathe. He was alive-- he was actually alive. Even as Ardos barked orders to his men, their eyes didn't break from each other. They couldn't. "Guards," he began; even from behind those thick, familiar shades, Eldes knew Ardos' eyes were on his. "Detain Dylan immediately and get this man to his feet." Quickly, the men obeyed, snatching the bastard who so valiantly captured Eldes while two more helped the ginger to his feet. He stumbled a bit at first, but amazingly, they supported him and allowed him to catch his weight. He lifted his head to finally meet Ardos eye-to-eye, the gag preventing the flood of questions and pleas he needed to say to his brother. But as he stood panting, his emerald eyes studied Ardos' face, as he was sure his twin was doing to his own. Calculating damage, no doubt. But in Ardos' face, he saw fatigue, wear... his skin was much paler than he recalled, lines were deeply carved into his mirror's expressions. Gaunt, worn, hair thin and stringy... No doubt, Ardos had faced some hard, hard years in his absence.

Soon, the spell ended, Ardos quickly looking away and finally breaking their eye contact to look at the man that had so brutally treated Eldes. With one last glance to the ginger, Ardos strode over to his subordinate confidently, leaving Eldes only able to watch. "Grand Master I--" the brute began, cautious, but it was too little too late. Eldes bit down a little on the cloth gag, flinching slightly away from the severe backhand Ardos delivered to the grunt.  "You do not get to speak." Ardos' voice was stern as always, but there was something different to it; Eldes wasn't sure what. "You do not even seem to realize what you have done, which means you have not been studying your professions materials as required. For this you will receive three weeks re-education following a one week stint in the battle cages. If you manage to graduate you will be permitted to return to your assignment but not as a master. You will begin at the bottom and work your way back up."

Eldes blinked in confusion: Professions Materials? Re-education? Battle cages? The terms sounded familiar, but not from their stay on Citadark Isle. It sounded more like phrases Father would have used... for the twins themselves. Needless to say, the look of pure horror on the grunt's face was enough to tell Eldes that whatever was in store for him was definitely not a good thing. "Why Master?" Eldes nearly felt sorry for the man, the desperate pitch in his voice pitiful, but of course, his steely-hearted brother paid it no mind. That, at least, was the same. "Take him away." The guard obeyed dutifully, taking no heed to the blabbering pleas of their fellow comrade. A snap echoed along the rock face surrounding the pier, and the two guard who had firmly held Eldes still were dismissed. They quickly cut the ties on his wrists and without hesitation, they left. Their stride even, they disappeared from Eldes' vision as it was suddenly filled with his brother.

The smile that Ardos didn't even bother suppressing made Eldes' heart light, despite his logic screaming at him that this was the man that got Looker killed, the one who so selfishly put in his hand to ruin the entire world. Thousands of deaths, millions of gallons of blood were on Ardos' hands, but for that perfect moment, Eldes didn't care. His brother, his lone friend for so long... The tears in his eyes returned, but not out of pain-- from joy. This one moment, he would allow himself a small bit of happiness. "Eldes." Hearing his own name from his estranged brother's voice was a strange but welcome sensation. But as Ardos trailed his skeletal fingers slowly, almost sensually, down Eldes' marred face, alarms began to blare in his mind. That was... new. Still, the bony fingers went to the gag, untying it and letting it flutter to the ground. Eldes swallowed, his mouth dry and tasting of blood as Ardos gripped him in a firm, warm hug. "You've come home..."

Eldes' mental warnings silenced again as things returned to normal -at least as normal as they possibly could- and allowed the hug. He reciprocated the familial embrace, wincing and flinching as Ardos squeezed his bruised and battered torso. But as his own hands and arms wrapped around his robe-clad brother, the damage done over the years became more apparent. The body his brother now held was thin-- too thin, and all thoughts went to Ardos' health. Everyone else looked healthy enough, what had happened to Ardos? "I thought..." The words caught in his throat-- what could he possibly say? Too many questions, too many thoughts and feelings were trapped, bottlenecked into a standstill in his mind and mouth. Where did he begin? More tears welled in his eyes, forcing more to streak down his dirty, bloodied face. "You're so thin..." Guilt, though it had no reason in being there, flooded his conscience and nearly drowned his own logic. Did he do this? Did he do this to Ardos, the one person who had been loyal to him in all those terrible times? Oh dear God, what had he done?

The feeling of Eldes's arms around him was like something out of one of his alcohol induced fantasies. He had spent so long drinking himself into deluding his brother at his side that now that he had the real thing his brain immediately tried to find the fault with it. But the weight in his arms, the firm muscle beneath his palms as he pressed his brother closer, that was unmistakable. He sniffled lightly as his tears began to flood his sinuses, turning his head to lay his cheek upon his twin's shoulder to help control the salty rivulets as they ran down his face. "I thought..." Eldes's voice was like a song bestowed upon a man recovering from years of bitter silence. Despite the two simple words getting caught in his throat Ardos couldn't have been happier to have finally heard that delicate timbre once more.

"You're so thin..." The blue haired man let out a soft chuckle, amused that his brother's first instinct would be to worry about Ardos's health instead of his own injuries. Though at that thought he reminded himself that Eldes was, in fact, hurt and if his suspicions about a boot causing a number of his injuries then there were likely more he hadn't seen. Pulling away gingerly he took a step back, bringing both of his hands to rest on his twin's shoulders as he gave him another look over from only an arm's distance. He finally took a chance to really look at his twin and realized why he may have questioned Ardos's appearance the way he did. In comparison one would hardly tell they were twins any longer. Eldes had firmed up and gotten somewhat larger than he had been back in Cipher, almost none of it fat. His hair was cropped neatly and somewhat clean despite living outside in the Epidemic, and he carried himself well. Ardos on the other hand...

Shaking his head free of that train of thought he let his gaze instead fell upon Eldes's chest before glancing up to give him a questioning look. "Are they severe?" he questioned methodically, fingers unconsciously gripping tighter than he intended at the thought of his brother being badly injured. If necessary there was a handful of doctors on staff who could service him, make sure that he was in as little pain as possible, but he hoped it wouldn't be necessary. There were so many questions he had for his brother that he didn't want to waste a single moment longer than he needed to.

The warm, gentle chuckle that dismissed Eldes' worry was enough to urge the ginger into holding his brother tighter. Though he wanted to be careful with the frail man in his arms, he simply couldn't help himself. The years of separation had certainly done a number on them both, that was for damn sure. Soon enough, though, Ardos gently pulled from the hug, his bony hands placed almost proudly upon Eldes' shoulders. Eldes allowed the separation, taking the chance to look once more at his too-fragile twin. Tears' paths glistened in the stormy light, unmistakable even upon Ardos' pallid skin. The tears assured Eldes; maybe his brother wasn't completely beyond saving like he'd feared for so long. He gave his blue-haired twin a small smile as the other looked him up and down, once more drinking in his appearance. After so many years being gone, Eldes knew he looked different from the last they spoke or saw each other; it was a natural thing to expect.

For a moment, it seemed Ardos was caught by some sort of thought, but he shook his head to dismiss it. The covered gaze went down to his chest before coming back level once more, a quirked eye over the shades. From this distance, Eldes could almost make out the eyes behind them. "Are they severe?" he asked, Ardos' grip tightening on his shoulders a fraction. Eldes couldn't help a small smile, despite his busted lip. Patting himself down lightly and giving himself a brief look-over, Eldes shook his head.

"Just bumps, scrapes and bruises, I think." he affirmed, his eyes going back to Ardos. "Nothing feels broken." He'd certainly know what that would feel like, after all... Of course, there was the high possibility that he was now running on adrenaline because of the emotional high from seeing his brother after, well, years, but he wasn't a fucking biologist. "Where... Where do we even start?"

Ardos watched as Eldes almost comically patted himself down to assure the aqua haired male that he was indeed fine, offering a light hearted confirmation. "Just bumps, scrapes and bruises, I think." He offered lightly, finishing his self examination. "Nothing feels broken." Relief flooded the lankier male at the declaration, happy that at least the damaged nose wasn't going to be a problem. Once he had all the blood wiped off and a few bandages thrown on he should be good as new. Eldes seemed a little puzzled for a moment before asking his twin the question that was on both of their minds. "Where... Where do we even start?"

Offering a small smile Ardos pulled out a strip of cloth kept in his sash and handed it to his brother. "I think we should begin with getting you cleaned up," he offered. "You can press that to your nose to help stop any further bleeding." The nosebleed looked like it had mostly stopped but all it would take was one small shift for the thin crust of drying blood to crack and allow the flow once more. The two of them had more than their share of nosebleeds as children growing up the way they did. "I have doctors on staff who can take a look at the gash over your eye if you feel it will need stitches as well. But for certain we should get out of the winds as they are blowing up enough mist from the ocean to soak us both to the bone."

Ardos took a half step back and held out his right arm in friendly gesture of allowing Eldes to walk first, intending to fall in stride with his brother once he started. They had much to catch up on but the double shot he had taken before this encounter was starting to wear off and his headache was returning, the outside doing little to ease the suffering it was starting to cause. Allowing Eldes to step before him he quickly removed his glasses and rubbed the drying tears from his face to try and reduce the stinging before placing them back on and catching up quickly. His guards needed no cue to fall in line behind him two by two until they reached the door and one broke off to enter a quick entry code letting them all back inside, their Grand Master first of course. "Come," Ardos beckoned. "We will get you cleaned up and then we may speak in my office."

"I think we should begin with getting you cleaned up," Ardos replied almost gently, a tone of voice Eldes hadn't heard from his twin since... they were children. He produced a small bit of cloth from the sash around his middle, handing it to Eldes. "You can press that to your nose to help stop any further bleeding." Oh, right, his nose had been gushing blood not minutes ago. In the whirlwind of emotions, Eldes had to remember that the soreness on his torso wasn't the only bit that needed tending to. "I have doctors on staff who can take a look at the gash over your eye if you feel it will need stitches as well. But for certain we should get out of the winds as they are blowing up enough mist from the ocean to soak us both to the bone."

Ardos gestured for Eldes to walk first, which caught the latter off guard. His hand going to his face to further inspect the wounds, he walked forward, pausing once they reached a door that needed an entry code. Eldes' memory reminded him that there had been one when he was there as well, but it wasn't until further into the complex. So he'd upped security... how? "Come," Ardos spoke, breaking Eldes out of his thoughts as he absent-mindedly tested his facial wounds. "We will get you cleaned up and then we may speak in my office."

"Right..." Eldes replied as he walked in, instantly stunned by the very different interior. Ardos' face glared down at him from dozens, maybe scores of posters and banners placed strategically all around the walls. Blinking in his stunned silence, his eyes roamed over the stark new base, obliterating his memories of the place. It was much more orderly, brighter, cleaner-- even the grunts moved in unison. Those who weren't on duty were still collected and calm. "Why are you everywhere?" he blurted out, only vaguely aware that his mouth was working. "What... what did you do?"

Seeing his brother's awe at how well Cipher had not only maintained but upgraded in their facility gave Ardos a sense of pride. From the moment the door opened his eyes went wide and darted around the hall as they walked, taking in the precision and order that Ardos demanded from all his underlings. Compared to their father's leadership Citidark had become more than operable, it was enviable. He was about to offer a few insights to his accomplishments when Eldes suddenly blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Why are you everywhere?" He smothered a chuckle to avoid letting anyone overhear, but his brother's curiosity was amusing. "What... what did you do?"

Ardos kept an even pace as his brother questioned the new surroundings, clasping his hands behind his back and offering Eldes a slight smile. "I've improved on father's methods," he replied, giving the simple reply as if it were all the answer that was needed. His smile was almost distant as he thought back to the early days of his attempts to rebuild Cipher. A lot of trial and error was needed to get his process just right but now he never had any doubt in his subordinates. They were perfect. He led the way to one of the human servicing medical rooms and showed Eldes to the room's attached restroom. "There is clean running water and soap, and while you get all that blood off I will fetch some antiseptic and bandages. Let me know when you are finished."

He stepped out and closed the door behind him to give his brother some privacy while he had the aforementioned supplies brought to him. Perhaps when they were finished he could bring his brother on the rest of his inspection rounds, that way he could keep to his schedule and still have time to speak with his brother. Three more labs needed overview, the livestock needed to be graded, and the whirlpool generator was nearing repair so there was still much to do. But he wasn't willing to give up the excitement of his returned twin just yet.

Ardos didn't seem to mind the fact that his face was absolutely everywhere, which was... good? Eldes walked subconsciously in time with his twin ahead of him, the latter proudly clasping his hands behind his back as he replied. "I've improved on father's methods," was his annoyingly vague answer, leaving nothing for Eldes to build on. Father's methods? Of what? Of... totalitarianism? Of training? Of brainwashing? He took another wide-eyed glance at his surroundings. All of the above? That was a terrifying thought, but it fit with the few pieces of the puzzle Eldes had been able to grasp.

But the walk through the citadel was cut short as they reached the medical ward and bathrooms, where Ardos directed him into. He stepped into the sterile bathroom, blinking at the bright, fresh fluorescent lighting. Where did they get these things...? The countertop was spotless, as were the tile, grout and mirrors. "There is clean running water and soap, and while you get all that blood off I will fetch some antiseptic and bandages. Let me know when you are finished." Eldes nodded numbly, still slowly looking around the bathroom. Surely they'd been like this the last time he was here and hadn't paid much attention; now that he'd been living in the wilderness for the past four years, seeing technology actually functioning and thriving was alien. Maybe... that was it. Just... shock.

He turned to regard the mirror and winced at the cut above his eye. While he has a nice, pretty trail of blood caked onto his nose, lips and chin, the one above his eye went all the way from his brow to his jaw. There was another slice on his cheek, but it looked less serious. The bigger one might actually need stitches after all...

He shook his head and focused on cleaning himself up. Using moist paper towels -another foreign commodity- he managed to get most of the dried blood while succeeding in not angering his nose. He tentatively touched it, glad at the lack of searing pain. It wasn't broken after all. Once his face looked decent enough, he discarded his jacket to the side and pulled up his turtleneck and shirt, wincing at the already bountiful colors blooming across his torso. Well, it was expected. They did kick the shit out of him, after all. He pulled his clothes back down, focusing on his reflection. He didn't look terrible now that the blood was gone, but he looked a far sight from his twin.

It just showed how different they'd become.

He closed his eyes against the thought. He was here to confront Ardos. To get answers to the questions that had been burning in him for years... For closure. In the brief time they'd been together, the ten minutes that had reunited them, Eldes had already forgotten himself. He couldn't let that happen. His brow furrowed in concern and worry as his mind went to his frail brother. Maybe he was just misguided, still. Maybe... there was a way out of this, for the both of them. He had to believe that. Swallowing hard, he gathered his jacket in his arms and exited to find Ardos waiting still, his security detail close by.

"I-I think you're right," Eldes commented, stumbling over his words as the feeling of relief washed over him again once Ardos turned to face him. He was still there. This was still real. "This might need stitches." He gestured to the gash above his eye, but showed little in the way of anxiety toward it. After living in the wilds for so long, scrapes and cuts were commonplace.

Allowing his twin some privacy gave Ardos a moment to collect himself. In his exuberance over seeing Eldes alive and well he had momentarily forgotten that the last time he had seen his brother was under less than pleasant circumstances. Despite his glee at having the red head back home where he belonged there were still several lingering questions that needed to be answered before Ardos could give his full trust back over to the one person who could destroy that sliver of happiness threatening to grow.

He grabbed a passing grunt and sent the woman on an errand to fetch one of the clinic doctors, positive that a professional should look over the more dubious injuries, while he himself stalked over to the supply cabinets and pulled out a small, white metal box and carried it over to the small hospital bed in the center of the room. He placed it delicately onto the mat and waited patiently for Eldes to finish, opening the kit to pull out and organize items he was sure he would need. It didn't take long before his twin finally rejoined him, hearing the soft click of the bathroom door as it opened and swung open, and the blue haired male turned to meet the sheepish expression his brother was sporting.

"I-I think you're right," Ardos simply smiled at the admission but waited for for the offered clarity he knew would come once his brother realized he hadn't been specific. "This might need stitches." Patting one hand gently on the bed as an invitation for Eldes to sit down he moved slowly out of the way to get another look at his brothers injuries while passed. "I thought as much," he concluded, offering the small phrase as both a response to Eldes's statement and to his own secondary inspection. "I have someone getting a doctor for you but in the mean time I would like to at least take care of the small cuts. Wouldn't do to have you getting an infection, now would it?"

His hands were shaking a bit as he applied the gelled antiseptic, more than once having to wipe away a bit of excess that had gone astray, but he was determined to tend to his twin until
the doctor arrived. A small rap on the door jam caught his attention and he turned to see the young woman he had sent off standing there, alone. He frowned at her before turning his attention back to Eldes, placing on the last bandage and packing away the remaining supplies. "Is there some reason you did not accomplish your task?" He queried coldly, still refusing to look back at the girl. She timidly looked between the two men before bowing deeply in apology, not even lifting her head as she quickly announced her regrets. "Grand Master, the doctors said they were full with patients from the battle cages. They did inform me that if you met them in surgery they could provide any service you required, but would not come to you. Forgive me for my failure."

Ardos sighed and straightened his back, stepping over to the girl and placing one hand one her head to which she immediately rose. "Thank you, Grand Master," she said quickly before turning and running off back down the hall. The security detail still stood at full attention in the hallway parted in unison for their master to get by, but he wasn't prepared to depart yet. "Eldes," he called out to his twin. "It seems if we want to get that cut looked over we will have to take a walk. Please, follow me and do not stray. The layout of Citadark is not quite what you would remember." Ardos stepped out into the hallway and waited patiently for his twin to join him before starting his way towards the intensive care ward. While the patients in that room would not be easy to stomach it was the only choice he had to get Eldes proper treatment.

"I thought as much," Ardos informed coolly, a reaction that was almost routine for Eldes' blue-haired twin. It brought a small smile to his face as he followed Ardos' offer to sit on the medical table. The table was easy enough to hop up onto, though with his generous height, there was little need. "I have someone getting a doctor for you but in the mean time I would like to at least take care of the small cuts. Wouldn't do to have you getting an infection, now would it?" Eldes wasn't sure if Ardos was making a joke or not, since he'd always been just terrible at jokes, but the light-heartedness in his voice was enough to cause Eldes' smile to broaden, even if by a fraction.

He held still as Ardos tended to him, watching his twin carefully as the other's hands shook with effort. His brow furrowed a little as the shaking grew steadily worse, but he made no comment, not wanting to disrupt Ardos' focus. Eyes roaming the weary face that now looked significantly older than himself, Eldes found himself worrying more and more over what had happened in his absence. Why had Ardos, such a proud man, have allowed his body to wither so quickly? A rap at the door, however, interrupted not only his own thoughts but his brothers' concentration as well. It was a grunt, from the look of their uniform. Ardos immediately seemed irate, going back to Eldes' face and placing the last bandage on as he spoke. "Is there some reason you did not accomplish your task?" Though Ardos refused to look at the grunt, Eldes managed to watch her without moving his head. She gave a deep bow before explaining herself. "Grand Master, the doctors said they were full with patients from the battle cages. They did inform me that if you met them in surgery they could provide any service you required, but would not come to you. Forgive me for my failure."

Ardos' sigh was heavy, but he strode over to the still bent girl to merely place a single hand on her head, to which she immediately replied with a rushed, "Thank you, Grand Master," before racing off, likely to her original post. The security detail lined outside the door parted for Ardos, standing at a stiff and flawless attention in preparation for their leader to exit, but he paused at the threshold. It bothered Eldes once more how these grunts acted around Ardos-- even for their father, no one was so... rigid all the time. "Eldes," he called, to which the ginger twin rose his head in acknowledgement. "It seems if we want to get that cut looked over we will have to take a walk. Please, follow me and do not stray. The layout of Citadark is not quite what you would remember."

"I gathered," Eldes replied lightly as he slid off the table and grabbed his coat, closing the gap between him and his brother with a couple of easy strides. Once in place behind Ardos, as he generally always had been, he gave a small, quiet nod that he was ready. He couldn't help but feel anxiety at the grunts surrounding them, nor the ones that marched about in what little of the complex he could see from his vantage point. This place, these people... this was all so foreign. His memories, his time here counted for nothing now, as this was a completely different Citadark than he knew.

The walk was eerily quiet as they made their way down through the structures beneath Citadark, Ardos almost confused by his brother's lack of curiosity. So little remained from the days of their father that he was sure questions were simply burning beneath that ginger hair and yet he remained fairly quiet. It was unnerving. He decided to try and prompt a response by Eldes by taking a short detour past the training facility, where he hoped that a small display of how well things were running here might get the red head to open up a bit. He wanted to hear his voice, hear his astonishment at how grand Cipher had become in his absence, he wanted the joy that what surely linger behind his words at how well Ardos had done in his efforts.

As they rounded a corner a chorus of voices could be heard in near perfect unison, making a twitch of a smile pull at the corners of Ardos's mouth. He slowed his gait just enough to bring him in time with his twin and with a turn of his head raised one finger to his lips to indicate Eldes should not disturb the proceedings as the blue haired male led them to a large doorway. Inside was one of his masterpieces, the finale of weeks of training in the form of a large graduation ceremony, the Grand Doctrine. He stood proudly at the threshold of the auditorium as each of the new grunts face forward towards a large banner emblazoned with the symbol of Cipher and Ardos's visage.

Easily a hundred graduates this time, one of their last batches since there were so few humans remaining to be recruited in the outside world, stood at attention as their educators upon the stage read out each of the Doctrine rules which they eagerly repeated. From behind it would be hard to tell but Ardos took special note in the division of males and females within the auditorium, each keeping to their gender's side without stepping across the invisible line planted in their minds. Keeping them separate during the indoctrination and during the ceremony was gravely important, lest they decide fraternization more important than their duties. Now was not the time for that. When Cipher inherited the new world there would be more than enough time for breeding to start the next generation.

Since they were not yet grunts, and were in fact graduating to become grunts, they did not yet have their uniforms. Instead, each new inductee wore a special white robe with blue inlays to match the Grand Master's own robes, Cipher's crest resting boldly in gold upon their backs. It was a symbol that testified that no matter where a grunt turned Cipher was always behind them, watching. Always watching. In the beginning their heads were cut near to the scalp to symbolize uniformity, and now after weeks of teaching their hair had grown to near chin length but were still cut cleanly so that each person was of equal length. There was no individuality allowed among grunts. Only those who tested above their current station were allowed new freedoms to show that they were of higher rank, but new ranking also meant having to go through new training to ensure the new freedoms did not breed a rebellious streak.

They were not always one hundred percent on their indoctrination. Some, like Dylan, needed to be re-educated if they became too independent and tried to claim more than they were given. Ardos did not tolerate dissension in the slightest and each case was met with swift and near ruthless punishment to ensure that the message was received by each of his subordinates that the hierarchy was indisputable. No one was above what he said they were. Not even his Admins. It was a lesson he learned well back when Greevil had been ruling over Cipher, his inability to control his own commanders an obvious flaw that led quickly to their undoing at the hands of a mere child. The mere thought of that pathetic brat brought a deep frown of disgust on the pale man's face, his string hair brushing forward as his head dipped. He would not let his organization be so weak ever again. This time no one would stop the purification of the world and now that he had his brother at his side there was no reason why they shouldn't start moving on to the next phase of their plan.

For the first time in a long time it felt like everything was falling into place.

Though they had been separated by thousands of miles for several years, Eldes had gotten quite adept at detecting his own twin's anxiety, a power that he still apparently possessed. He swallowed as Ardos' unease began to seep into his body language, unsure of what he should do. His mind raced to numerous possible confrontations that would end up with Eldes further injured or possibly dead if the truth came out about his job or motive for coming to the island. The ginger twin figured that Ardos' unease likely stemmed from his own, but he couldn't help it. This place... not only was it completely foreign now, but everyone in it was so... robotic. It was like the grunts were no longer their own people, no longer individuals. Instead, they were now a hive-mind... and that thought terrified him down to his core.

If Ardos had been able to do that to these people...

Eldes, despite the welling, heavy sense of doom that weighed down in the pit of his stomach, kept his pace with Ardos even, not wanting to fall behind. Anything to keep the ants from being disturbed while he toured the nest. There was soon noise, however, which drew Eldes from his own fear for a moment to listen. They were words; words spoken by many voices, chanted simultaneously by a large crowd. Ardos led them closer, he turned and placed a single still-too-thin finger on his lips, indicating silence. Eldes could certainly do that. Nodding his understanding, he followed his brother to stand in the threshold of a large, intimidating archway.

Before them was the large crowd he heard not moments prior, almost evenly divided by a long thick gap between two neatly formed groups. They weren't in normal Cipher gear, but... robes? Robes like he and Ardos had been assigned when they were younger, like the robe Ardos wore now. They were plainer, of course-- stark white with blue accents that reminded him too much of his brother's colors. On the back was a golden Cipher emblem emblazoned upon the robe, their collective looking like a hundred golden eyes watching. Eldes blinked as his eyes made their way through each member of the crowd, suddenly coming to the realization that they were separated by sex. The robes, their stance, the words they shouted to their superiors... Even their hair was uniform. At at the front of it all was yet another grand visage of his brother, accompanied by the same symbol they all wore.

Eldes' mouth gaped slightly at the sight; the words they spoke with such conviction struck him to the core, his mind flaring with alarm. It was too much like his childhood. Too much like the words their father forced them to recite each and every day. He stole a quick glance to his brother to see him deep in thought, but the question in his mind remained: Did he truly cherish the memories that brought Eldes nothing but despair? All of Father's abuse, all of his torture-- did Ardos actually think that ideal? Even after all this time?

His emerald eyes glanced back to the ceremony, where he did manage to spot a familiar face. Venus, the most popular of the admins that had served under Cipher, stood quietly in a corner as she surveyed the scene. He hadn't recognized her at first because she was no longer in her trademark Cresselia garb; instead she was fashioned after... Diancie? There was only one pokemon that was so uniquely tailored and colored. He swallowed against the hard lump in his throat; Venus had been fanatical before... What was she even like now? He was sure that if she was anything as he remembered, she wouldn't view his abandonment of Cipher any better than his brother had.

Unable to keep his anxiety to himself, Eldes leaned closer to Ardos, forcing the fear from his voice, keeping it steady. He couldn't show his fear. Not in this shark tank. "Ardos, what is this?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but he was sure his brother would be able to hear well enough.

Ardos's inner rage about the whelp who had brought down Cipher and the XD001 project caused him to miss the look of shock written upon his twin's face, but while he would have understood Eldes's surprise at the rather grand scale of his operation he would have been less lenient towards Venus. The elegantly attired Admin noticed her master's approach and had offered him a beaming smile, but when he did not lift his head her gaze turned to a sight she hadn't seen in years, that of Ardos's twin standing at his side. Shooting Eldes a nasty glare she huffed and returned her attention to the graduates as Ardos once again lifted his head to a query posed by his other half. "Ardos, what is this?"

The question was almost inaudible but the ragged man had spent years thinking Eldes dead, so his ears cherished every word that came forth even if they were difficult to detect. He gave a fond smile to the red head and stepped away from the door so as to not disturb the auditorium with his voice. "Why brother, it's Graduation Day of course." His voice was full of pride and amusement, but rather than entertain the notion of standing in the hallway and disturbing the new grunts he waved them on as he continued down the hallway. If his twin had more questions then they were best asked while on the move. After all, he didn't want to waste any more time getting the nasty cut on his forehead looked at.

Eldes' eyes went back to Venus, who seemed to have caught their presence. While she beamed at first, that enthusiasm was likely only for Ardos. She seemed to recognize him quickly because her face contorted into a nasty glare, then proceeded to ignore them. Huh. Well, that was... better than what Eldes had feared. Still, Ardos soon leaned away and led them from the arch with a wave of his hand. "Why brother, it's Graduation Day of course." The heavy knot in Eldes' stomach dropped further in tandem with the cheer in his brother's voice. "Graduation Day"? Oh dear God. Eldes' eyes widened as everything came together in flurry of thoughts and images, the man desperately trying to keep himself under control. His joy and relief at seeing his brother had blinded him at first, but there was no denying it now. Not when there were nearly a hundred people almost worshiping Ardos' doctrine of faith.

His brother had made Cipher a cult.

It fit. The posters, the rigid conformity, the denial of individuality and celebration of a set of ideals. The uniformity every single person maintained even when not on duty. The devout care these people were treating Ardos with. Eldes swallowed hard against the lump still occupying his throat, the hope he'd allowed himself to have upon arriving instantly dying again. If the virus that destroyed the world had indeed come from Cipher, which Eldes doubted very little in the first place, it would absolutely have been possible seeing everything now. No one would question Ardos. They would only did as they were told, and gleefully at that. Even to destroy everything around them.

It was a sobering thought. One that was soon accompanied with how he could possibly summon the nerve and heartlessness to kill Ardos. It made him balk and stumble slightly in his memorized gait behind his brother. This had to be stopped. Remembering suddenly that he was not armed either with pokemon or his weapons, he took solace in the fact that he couldn't act, even if he wanted to. It then occurred to him that he never said anything in reply to Ardos' cryptic explanation, which might cause room for questions. He couldn't have that. In this state, Eldes didn't trust himself to tactfully dodge questions. His mind was too frayed, too out of sorts. He needed to be less emotional about this...

...He needed to do his job.

"'Graduation Day'?" Eldes repeated curiously, thanking whatever Deity was looking over him to keep his voice from wavering. "I don't recall Grunts going through that. Then again, I don't remember a lot of things." He couldn't help but look up again to see the proud banners sporting his brother's face draped almost everywhere. "You've been very busy, Ardos. How did you even find this many people?"

They walked for some time since the auditorium and the echoing quiet was beginning to eat at Ardos, his rapid enthusiasm for hearing his brother's praises devolving into vicious whispers in the back of his mind about dark possibilities he didn't want to consider. Was Eldes not pleased? Did he think ill of Ardos's improvements over their father's design? Was he jealous that he hadn't been included? A million thoughts whirled in the slowly sobering man's mind and each of them was more horrid than the last.  Finally, as if by some miracle, his twin finally broke the silence.

"'Graduation Day'?" The two words inflected into a question, once again pushing up several paranoid fears that he was going to reject Ardos and his new Cipher. "I don't recall Grunts going through that. Then again, I don't remember a lot of things." Ardos thanked the familiar gait that kept him slightly ahead of his twin, because it meant that Eldes couldn't see the aqua haired brother worrying at his lip to the point of bleeding. His views were threatening on the edge of condescending and he didn't think he could handle it if his twin rejected everything he had worked so hard to build. "You've been very busy, Ardos. How did you even find this many people?"

A cautious optimism cracked through the nervous tension flooding Ardos's body, allowing his stiff back and shoulders to relax a bit as Eldes caught up to him. Technical questions he could answer without worrying about his emotions tangling his words, without showing false weakness to his brother or the subordinates around them. "Most were already working for us when the incidents on the mainland began, but in the early days of the plague we held recruitment from the port to save as many as we could. We were so overwhelmed with response we actually had to add three new dormitory wings to the lower levels." Ardos smiled fondly at the joyous acceptance of the once hated Cipher when the pitiful mainlanders realized they could offer not only protection but quality of life from the oncoming disaster. It had been a shining moment in Cipher history. "In the more recent months our scouts have brought back what few numbers they can, but in the last ten attempts no one has been alive to bring back. What you saw may very well have been our last graduation."

As they rounded one more corner a wall made up almost entirely of glass came into view, the clear partitions obviously making up the outer part of a room where within several men and women were seen scurrying about completely oblivious to anything outside their space. "We're here," Ardos said calmly, pausing outside the doors for another guard stationed at the entryway to step inside and announce their arrival. "We will have to go through sterilization first, before we enter," He warned while they waited, indicating with a gesture of his hand a small vestibule off to the side of the entry. "Wouldn't do to have all of my doctor's hard work go to waste because of something we brought in from outside."

Ardos still looked tense, at least what Eldes could tell by the back of his head. He flinched inwardly; he needed to be more careful. "Most were already working for us when the incidents on the mainland began, but in the early days of the plague we held recruitment from the port to save as many as we could. We were so overwhelmed with response we actually had to add three new dormitory wings to the lower levels." Eldes' eyes widened at the description-- but it made sense. Desperate people clamoring for a last hope, the only hope they had, would have made for an excellent basis for loyal troops. Their gratitude mixed with devoted subjects grandfathered in, like Venus, and... well... This was the result. Knowing how many the old dorms housed, Eldes inwardly shuddered from the sheer number the island now supported.That... was a lot of people. "In the more recent months our scouts have brought back what few numbers they can, but in the last ten attempts no one has been alive to bring back. What you saw may very well have been our last graduation."

Eldes could only nod as his gaze became constantly distracted once more; he just couldn't help it. Seeing the Isle in this shape, seeing so many people and liveliness, despite its uniformity, was just shocking to his system. He hadn't seen another living person in... a year? More? He realized they stopped again, however, and turned to his brother once more. "We're here," Ardos announced evenly, opening the doors and making way, Eldes following. "We will have to go through sterilization first, before we enter." Eldes blinked dumbly at the walls, looking for an indication as to what he was supposed to do. "Wouldn't do to have all of my doctor's hard work go to waste because of something we brought in from outside."

"No, of course, but... uh... What do I... Do I just stand here?" Eldes asked earnestly, awkwardly glancing around a bit before looking down at himself. In the bright artificial light, Eldes could really see how gross he was. Traveling in a desert will do that to a man, but... he probably needed a little longer than a quick spray. He looked to Ardos, brow furrowed a little in worry before he occasionally looked back down at himself while he brushed his jacket and torso off. Small clouds of dirt were already rising from his actions. He was almost... embarrassed. "I'm sorry if I'm... quiet, Ardos, this is just... so overwhelming..." It was the truth, at least. He could barely keep himself focused. His brother was alive and running a cult and ruining the world. Lots of news sinking in. In a lower voice, he grumbled under his breath, "I don't mean to make an ass of myself but, you know, too late."