(ACE) The VIRIDIAN Team

Kenna, with her eyes firmly shut as her body rested, could just imagine the look on Ari's face as she told off the blue fox. An amused smile crossed over her face as she listened to the intimidating female, and wished she could come up with witty retorts like her. She sensed the presence of Skoll and turned to face him, though little good it did since she was still asleep. A tense energy rolled off of him, making the the Abra tense, and she wondered if it had to do with the Glaceon or if he was just always on edge.

"...She accepts your apology. She's just... preoccupied." A sleepy chuckle bubbled from the small Abra, and her head tilted slightly to the side as her body went lax. ~I can tell...~ she whispered softly, using her mind to send the message rather than speaking for herself. All the excitement today was draining, and she hadn't had her full 18 hours yet. She needed a little bit more of a nap but all of the talking was causing her to focus on them rather than sleep. Hopefully nothing too terribly exciting happened, because all that would come out of her would be more teleporting.

((OOC: If I use ~text~, that is Kenna speaking with her mind, she will use it when she is too tired or too far asleep to speak normally.))

In the world of green, lush plants and and bug Pokemon everywhere, there was a flash of blue. His form was sleek and slim, legs long ended with small paws and fur spiking up all over his body. A satisfied smirk pulled at the lanky feline's face, his eyes bright as they flickered to and fro. The saphire Jolteon loved to run, the thrill of the rush. His sharp gaze continued to snap back and forth constantly, taking in the surrownding area before his paws ever brush the green ground. The Jolteon spotted an undead not far off, his large ears flickering in sync with his body as he turned to regaurd it with peircing eyes. He released a playful hiss as he came closer to the bug, fearlessly running right at it. It was a Weedle, the little barbed worm burning his crimson gaze at the Jolteon before making a soft gurgling hissy noise.

The Jolteon laughed, his pace never slowing. "I have eaten human food that was scarier than you!" Flare taunted the undead, his eyes bright at the prospect of a fight. One Weedle would mean nothing, but maybe a squemish would attract others. The Jolteon grinned wider at the thought, coming closer and closer still tothe worm as it raised itself up. He simply jumped into the air, leaping above the Weedle as it used a Poison Sting and missed. Flare winked at the worm before landing gracefully behind it by a few meters. "Gotta be faster than that, slow slug!" Flare taunted, actually waiting as he watched the undead turn around to face him.

It was agonizingly slow for the saphie Jolteon- he was not accustomed to waiting- but this was becoming pure entertainment for him. There was no doubt in his head that a simple Thunderbolt would end the discusting thing's 'life', so there was no need to be rude and rush it, now qas there? Flare shifted from leg to leg, his ears and pelt twitching, in the four or five seconds it took for the Weedle to turn around and face him. The Jolteon gave the illusion of always being on the move, never able to sit still, as even his fur was twitching along his back. By the time the undead was rearing up for another attack, the hyper Jolteon was already losing intrest. The thing was just soooooo sloooooow. Flare flicked his ears, watching with a growing scowl as the single measley undead shot out a silver goo of a String Shot. Flare merely side stepped, moving so fast he was a blur, and glared at the worm. "Well, it was fun for a second there I guess." Without miving another muscle, the saphire Eeveelution shot out an electric blue bolt of power at the undead. The Weedle fried for a few seconds from his Thunderbolt before falling over, charred and completely dead. Flare shot it a false sympathetic smile, the dark gleam evident in his eyes. "Bye!"

And with that, he turned, ready to keep racing through the forest.

"The girlfriend bit again? Because it was so damn hilarious the first time," the Archeops snapped and Zero just scowled as he looked at her. Trying to hold back a growl as he stared the reptilian bird in the face. "And your name's Zero. Cute. Explains a fair bit about you. Before you think the 'girlfriend' shit is funny again, I'm his sister, you little prick. Thanks for asking. And why, exactly, haven't you ditched Mr. Happy?"
Zero couldn't help but let out his growl as the Scyther explained that he was leading them to Viridian City, the almost completely destroyed place that he was just at moments ago. "Though I could always chose to let you all wonder here lost. But I'm not that crud a guy." He growled as he stood up.
The shiny Glaceon decided to leave out he had already been there and turned back in the direction he came. "If you still want to go there, then keep up." He said as he began to walk at a fast pace, though not fast enough for it to be a run.

At last, the brighter Glaceon began to lead the way, albeit rather begrudgingly. Ari frowned as she looked about the now rather empty group; her stud had left, as well as the other glaceon. "Where the hell did everyone go?" she asked, her long neck straining to find the missing persons, particularly Brim. "Aww, come on! You can't just flaunt candy like that in front of me and then take it away!" she moaned, her feet nearly dragging as Skoll began to leave her behind to follow Zero. "Lame!"

Skoll sighed as Ari caught back up to him, her mood considerably fouler. Well, as least he wouldn't have to worry about stepping in her puddles of drool. He glanced back to the abra, who was looking on the sleepy side. "Better hurry, kid," he muttered, placing his focus back on the road and back onto Zero. The city was near, but he wasn't sure if it was the right path now. He'd come for his sister, and now he'd found her. His steps hesitant, he glanced back, hearing a faint voice on the air. He sniffed, but smelled nothing. "...Hear that?"

The Arachneon had been much to preoccupied in admiring the Archeops to understand most of what they were saying, red eyes bright as his two tails - or whatever the fuck they're classified as - wagged furiously behind Luzige's lithe figure. "Oh ummmm..." snapping out of whatever creepy gourmet reverie he had, the bug took a moment to collect his thoughts. "Please call me Luzige, ma'am! Your feathers are really really really pretty!" the delighted expression on his face looked similar to those...text emoticon watchmacallits. (He had no idea what they even look like, but he's sure that his *amazingly handsome* face could be one!)

When the Zero dude began to lead them Luzige blinked. "Oh hey cool! He's all light and stuff!" he exclaimed in whispers to himself, bouncing along gleefully. "That guy looks so delicious... I wanna eat him..." but pouted, remembering the deal with the Scyther. "Stupid stupid deals... Nothing but inconvenience, especially to me! And it doesn't look like they like him very much, maybe I can negotiate..."

Kanto wasn’t everything it had cracked up to be. Throughout his childhood, Loki had been told stories of all the regions; tales boasting of the fantastical sights and the world of legends, but as of yet, the canine was struggling to find anything worthy of competing with Hoenn. Then again, the region wasn’t exactly in its best shape; decrepit, collapsed buildings, charred forests and endless piles of corpses, human and pokémon alike, were common sights. Usually, Loki wouldn’t mind the solitude, completely unfazed by the macabre setting of the epidemic world, but his loneliness was becoming overwhelming. He hadn’t met a living soul in over four months. Unsurprisingly, the canine had chosen to embody madness as an appropriate substitute.

He walked slowly through the forest, his cold, blue eyes leisurely drifting across the leafy surroundings – bored. This was ridiculous. Not even one measly undead that he could vent out his inner frustrations on. Surely a simple battle as a means of distraction wasn’t too much to ask? Nostrils flaring, his mind and body restless from the weeks of isolation, Loki cast his thoughts to the more lively times when he was in his prime. Terrorizing the humans, destroying their homes, slaughtering their pets – it had all been a game for the zoroark, but ultimately, he had lost. Despite months of expelling his incredible rage across the land, Loki’s cries for attention had gone ignored. His so-called family couldn’t care less.

A growl escaping his lips at the thought of that conceited pride, Loki abruptly quickened his pace, his bitter reminiscent soon replaced by curiosity at glimpse of a brute of a charizard. Instinctively shrinking into the shadows, Loki watched the battle-scarred dragon take its leave, confused voices ringing out quietly in the distance. Despite the dragon’s powerful, battered body, there was no doubt that it was one of the living. There were no purple blotches, no sluggish gait nor the telltale aroma of death intermingled with its natural scent. Regardless, Loki was hardly keen to approach the beast. The dragon’s appearance alone was enough to deter any unwanted visitors, practically oozing his preference to be alone. Loki respected that, though his eyes excitedly darted in the direction of the other voices. This required some investigation. His scheming mind quickly placing the two together, a slick grin slithered across the slim, vulpine face.

An identical illusion of Brimstone emerged from the shadows, the shiny zoroark gone. Smiling, satisfied at the accurate, practically fault-worthy image that he’d managed to produce, Loki trotted onwards, listening for the voices. They were close, though at his current distance he was struggling to distinguish the quantity. From what he heard they were intelligible, clearly several of the few living pokémon left in the region. His grin broadened. Even better...

In only a few short minutes, the canine had found the source – a small group of survivors, all varied in species and apparently, personality too. He could only presume that his latest disguise had been a previous acquaintance, leading him to believe that joining them under this specific illusion would be a sight easier. Then again, it could trigger further reason to distrust him. He shrugged at the thought. They would be wise to distrust him.

Trudging forward, mimicking the creature’s movements as best he could from his short time observing the behemoth, Loki’s icy gaze fell onto those falling behind. A glaceon was leading the way, followed by a prehistoric bird creature, a scyther and some creepy bug-mutt that Loki struggled to conceal his disgust of. Had he not been trying to uphold a stranger’s persona, the shiny would’ve wasted no time in questioning the creature on what the hell it was. Keeping silent, still adorned in his illusory disguise, Loki trudged along beside the abra, a mischievous smirk on his face. This was too easy.

(( I’m so glad to be back on Viridian! <3 Also, Loki has taken the form of Brimstone due to his ability of illusion. He’s practically identical in appearance except for his blue eyes, but is bound to be a bit… off. Feel free to call him out and/or attack him. :3 ))

Smoke. Smoke was what Aladia scented as she trudge along the forest path. The grass tickled against her feet as she just strolled along carefully. The Sun Pokemon always had her paws in front of her, she was watching her step, with her sense of feel in order to make up her for lack of sight. Aladia didn't want to trip over rocks like the klutz she was, but of course, if any undead were to come around, she didn't want to be that damsel in distress that trips over a fucking rock and gets eaten on the spot. The thought made her shudder, she continued on. Smoke can be scented, but from where? The wind was throwing her off, she's just walking aimlessly around. Where was she? Why is she here?

What's the point of even surviving up to this point?

She was a freak to everyone, because of her lack of sight, she can't fight to save anyone's life... Hell, barely her's! All she did was run, just run away from all her problems. The consequences fell upon her comrades, they died because of her. Adalia wanted to fight someday, she wanted to feel the adrenaline pulse through her veins. The battle where the scent of sweat and blood is strongest. But she's too weak. And that is true. It was the strongest that survive around these parts, yet why is she here?

It was no use going on about such inner, it was her own problems, no one else's. She'll eventually come up with a solution... Right? "...Hear that?" A voice interrupted her thoughts, Adalia perked up, her ears tilted the direction of the source. It was quiet, but it was cautious. Well of course, it's an apocalypse and whatnot, and there's undead stench reeking the area. But there's survivors in the forest? It wasn't surprising there were survivors around, but in a forest where undead stench practically covered most of the area? She gulped, but heard nothing else. Delicately did she take small steps, her ears tilting to the sound of the conversation.

Reckless she was, she immediately bumped into something... or rather someone. It was cold the thing she had bumped into, but it was living, "Shit, sorry!" Adalia said, rubbing her forehead with her tail. She gazed up at the figure she had bumped into, despite not seeing anything, she had a feeling that her glassy blue eyes were fixed upon the face of the Ice-type, "I was too focused on the scenary, the trees looked rather lovely," She put lots of emphasis on trees. If they found out she was blind, they would call her a freak. Adalia didn't want that. Not at all.

[Ooc: She bumped into Zero :U But hey, don't point out she's blind just yet lol. I would love to build up a relationship with all the characters before she flips a shit]

Zero strained his ears when the Scyther heard something. The shiny Glaceon did hear something, but it was going in the other direction, and he didn't feel like making a detour just to find out what it was, so he just kept walking in the direction of the city instead.
His pace no more the a fast trot as he made his way through the trees, looking back over his shoulder every few moments to make sure the others where still with him when he felt something bump into him.
Looking back in front of him, he noticed yet another eeveelution. These things where just popping up all over the forest. What was next to show up, a new unknown one like the bug freak?

"Shit, sorry! I was too focused on the scenery, the trees looked rather lovely," It said, obviously a female from her voice.
He looked around, what was so lovely about trees? You seen one, you seen them all. "I guess. There isn't really anything spacial about them." He said as he looked back at the Espeon.
"What are you doing here anyway?" He said, his tone a little more Sterm as he stood, his gaze sharp as he stared at the Espeon.

Finally, they were on the way, moving toward the city. Ari was somewhat interested in the noise Skoll had heard, but was more interested in the fact that Brim had returned. She gave him a coy smile and quirked a brow. "Where'd you run off to, handsome?" Though, she didn't have the silence for an answer, because something that sounded like cotton candy came out of the brush.

"Shit, sorry!" the espeon exclaimed, and Skoll couldn't help but quirk a brow at the sight. In the time he'd been there, there'd been a Jolteon, Flareon, two Glaceons and now an Espeon? Huh. Was there a sign for Eevees to just flock near Viridian? Still, he kept his mouth shut as she continued. "I was too focused on the scenary, the trees looked rather lovely." Trees...? Skoll glanced around them, the trees having no real significance. Weird girl. Zero commented on a similar line of thinking and the scyther couldn't help but agree.

Ari came forward, looking the espeon over. "...So, girlie. What's your name?" The question was innocent enough, but with Ari's gruff demeanor, Skoll figured the timid psychic would take it the wrong way.

"Better hurry, kid." Kenna nodded her head to the other side as she acknowledged Skoll. She levitated herself slightly, a psychic aura surrounding her as she summoned it to move, so she could follow even while still asleep. But before anyone else moved to follow the rude Glaceon the dragon who formerly disappeared suddenly appeared again. But something was off. Kenna's senses where warning her of danger when before the dragon had done nothing to set them off. She could sense something was off, but had no idea what to make of it.

As she tried pondering the new sense of danger rolling off of the large dragon another new face appeared, this one a Glaceon like the rude male. The voice was much more feminine though, and nothing about her triggered and sense of danger or malice, so Kenna just offered a sleepy smile as she dozed. "I was too focused on the scenary, the trees looked rather lovely." Trees? Okay...that was weird. But then again nothing about the little gathering was very normal, so weird wasn't saying much.

Ari was a lot nicer to this one than she had been to Kenna, though that had mostly been her fault. As the larger female waited for an answer Kenna slipped silently towards the Charizard. ~Brimstone...if that is your name.~ she whispered into his mind, the message for him alone. ~Something is off about you. Everything in me is screaming to run, when before I got no such sense. Who are you?~ With her still being in such a deep sleep she had no hope of visually distinguishing a difference, so she could only hope he didn't attack her.

((OOC:Kenna has had no experience with Zoros so I'm just letting her get the sense that it isn't Brim, lol.))

"Where'd you run off to, handsome?”

The bird-type creature had been first to address him, the female’s words evoking an amused snort from Loki despite himself. Handsome? Who could possibly consider this hulking, battered excuse for a dragon anything but monstrous? The idea both entertained and bewildered the canine, surprised at the perception of beauty through the eyes of others. Then again, he was hardly impressed with the tough mess of scales and feathers stood before him. Perhaps it was just natural that the bulky sought out partners reflecting their own attributes. As he pondered the topic further, the shiny’s mind soon cast back to the ideals of the pride. They had always hailed Thor’s strength, his towering physique – surely size was a downfall. It was harder to escape, harder to hide when you resembled a building of muscle. A frown surfaced at the thought of that arrogant feline, Loki’s ice-cold eyes averted away to the ground.

“Shit, sorry! I was too focused onthe scenary, the trees looked rather lovely,"

The stranger that had most elegantly catapulted onto the scene seemed more than a little odd to the illusion pokémon. There was little in the scenery to praise. Perhaps considered pleasant enough on first impressions, but it would only be so long until a glowing pair of red eyes would surface through the foliage. What beauty could come from a massacre? The question soon evoked a muffled chuckle from the canine, the realization that he was part of the select few relishing in this new world. Loki saw the epidemic as a blessing – a cleansing per se of all the weak, those unworthy to share his world. But what fascinated him more were the undead themselves. A never-ending supply of stamina, an alarming tolerance of pain and determination to live to kill – it was the perfect army. The thought of such power, such control in an already crippling world sent a burst of adrenalin rushing through the zoroark’s veins.

~Brimstone...if that is your name. Something is off about you. Everything in me is screaming to run, when before I got no such sense. Who are you?~

The voice that echoed quietly within his head brought an almost maniacal grin to illusion’s face – the zoroark’s expression of complete mischief breaking through to translate at an alarming intensity. He turned to regard the abra, a pair of glasses perched over closed eyes. A dark chuckle flowed from his lips as he flexed his illusory wings, restless.
“Oh, you got me,” Instead of Brimstone’s blunt tone, a sinuous, eloquent voice oozing superiority emerged from the dragon - Loki’s voice. ”I must say, you’re sharp for someone who’s barely conscious,” The canine then turned to the remainder of the group, that same unsettling grin stretched across his face. “I suppose I should introduce myself too, then,”

The illusion slowly dissolved away, the canine’s ability revealed as the fake Brimstone ceased to be; in his place, a smug, shiny zoroark. A slender, grinning head held high on a long neck, Loki’s well-groomed, emerald mane cascaded down his dark-grey lithe body as his stance relaxed, relishing in the reactions of his ‘audience’. Rising to stand on his hind-legs, fully embodying a twisted pride, Loki flashed a toothy smile.
“Never can be too careful,” The canine shrugged nonchalantly, the joy at having outsmarted a group of particularly unobservant creatures more than evident in his demeanour. As he smiled died away, he gave a quick tilt of his head. Whilst the gesture was polite, these pokémon had only proven that they were beneath him. Too thick to realize a stranger was in their midst save the sleeping abra’s instincts, Loki saw no reason to greet them officially with any more formality than a nod. “I am Loki,”

"There isn't really anything spacial about them." He said, he sounded quite neutral, a common fact it must be for the people with the ability to see. Adalia cursed at herself silently, did all trees look alike? She heard that several trees were pretty and different in their own way, what was pretty?... Slowly did the Espeon lower her head, remembering that the definition of beauty is something that can never be described. The Espeon felt slightly heartbroken at the thought her foster family, they were gone and taken by the disease. Maybe it was best not to have sight at that time, as the scent of blood was heavy at that home...

"What are you doing here anyway?" The question excused the Sun Pokemon from her thoughts, she snapped her head from her feet back to the direction where she felt the Ice-type's gaze pierce her fur, "Oh... Err... I was traveling before the Epidemic began," She said, lying. Adalia wanted no pity from the fact she lost her family, even if they lost their family to the Epidemic as well, it's a sickening thought to have them feel sorry for her one bit, "I wanted to settle down, but with the Undead wondering about, it's not really safe. So survival I guess..." As the Sun Pokemon trailed off, she shook her head, a female voice coming to her attention, "...So, girlie. What's your name?" It sounded... as if she was an enemy and they were interrogating her. Adalia felt she should watch out for this one, she felt a frown come upon her face, but she immediately changed it to an awkward smile. With a gulp, she replied timidly, "It's Adalia."

“Oh, you got me,” Adalia blinked, did she do something? Was it weird? Being blind has several negatives, and honestly, what was going on around her? ”I must say, you’re sharp for someone who’s barely conscious,” Conscious? Was he taunting her?... No, there was another scent, another Psychic-type? She [or he] must be drowsy if that's what the Dark-type Pokemon meant. Though the Espeon found it strange how she could tell what Pokemon type they are just by scent. It could be because she's blind, or it's just her way of distinguish others. Dark-types usually smell a bit stinky, but it's covered up by a sweet scent. Like hiding something.

Once again, her thoughts were interrupted, “I am Loki,” the voice said, he sounded mischievous, devilish. It's somewhat foreboding, yet it's like honey and seems harmless at first. Adalia should really focus on other things, but she could only focus on scent and hearing for fuck's sake! "Err... Whoever's the leader of the group... Where are we going? I'd like to join in... If you guys don't mind." She's so awkward, but with all the voices, they sounded intimidating and as if they could blow up any second.

He was running again, working to escape the light and hateful burning of the fucking sun.
Angry hisses escaped him, coming out of his maw as well as bloodlets falling to the forest floor.
Ever since his meal back at Celadon, the Umbreon had been on the hunt again.
Yet he still found nothing.

His disgustingly hairless and gashed hide seemed to shrivel and crawl as he wove through the green.
The violet markings on his skin pulsed angerly and almost painfully every time the rays from the sun would hit him.
The Harbinger was in a fucked up mood.
Not to mention hungry.

That was when the fresh dcent of meat came to him.
Living meat.
His bloodied maw pulled up again in his reptilian smile, the mad light entering his crimson eyes at the prospect of prey.
"More food for me. More food for the Umbrie.~" He sang joyously, moving his body to head in the direction of the scents.
It did not take him long to find them.

He ran his eyes over the group, not finding any real intrest in any of them, even the Espeon he saw brought nothing to his infected mind.
Until he saw the other male Eeveelution.
The Umbreon licked his lips then, the bright gaze of him already planning the massacre as he stared at the shiny Glaceon.
The way the bastard moved and spoke got under his furless skin.
He would have to fix that.

Without warning, the Umbreon shot out.
He hissed angerly as the treeline gave way, allowing the harsh afternoon sunlight to burn his dark skin.
But he never stopped.
No matter his small body, the cuts and black oozing wounds on his legs and back, the Harbinger was not weak.
He danced around the larger members of the group with no problem, aiming and hitting his target with no issues.

No hesitation, the Umbreon shot out with a single slash.
His paw went right through the ice type's neck, exploded from the other side of his body.
The eyes of the smug cat widened in horror and shock, only receiving a satisfied smirk of happiness from the Umbreon.
The grin only grew as the ice type flailed and tried to escape.

Within seconds the light simply died from the other's eyes, the blood loss as well as lack of oxygen leaving no chance of survival.
The Umbreon revelled in how he died slowly and painfully right then, the body falling limp on his outstretched paw.

With no more than a flashing grin of ivory teeth at the others, the Harbinger removed his now gore splattered leg from the corpse.
He simply took hold of the body by the neck and walked leisurely away.
He was in no rush.
He had his meal.

While Skoll was merely surprised at Loki's facade, Ari was nearly livid. She wasn't one to really enjoy surprises in the first place, but the fact that her beloved charizard stud was actually some scrawny fox infuriated her. Her face scrunched up in a snarl, lethal teeth glimmering in the afternoon sun. "YOU FUCKING--"

The scyther's scythe came up in front of her, his own scowl firmly in place. "Stop, Ari. You losing your head on this guy isn't gonna help." While Ari fumed beside him, the espeon inquired about joining. While Skoll wasn't really keen on making the group any larger or louder than it already was -especially with a battle-ready pokemon like Brim gone and with Ari now a part of them- the decision was directed at Zero, the leader.

He sighed and looked to the glaceon, his near-white pelt shining brightly in the sun. However, movement nearby caught his attention; a naked canid of some sort, its form akin to an umbreon. Skoll made no comment about the numerance of the Eevee family this time, as the creature's foul stench soon hit his nose, and before he could utter a word, it struck.

Zero was no match for the creature, as a single swipe of its paw rid the glaceon of the ability to scream or speak. Horrified, Skoll's body flinched as it debated on fighting or fleeing, and one look at the creature's eyes made him choose the latter. That umbreon was no longer fit to be an umbreon; not because of its naked hide or scarred body, but the fact that it was something different from normal Undead. It shared something that the houndoom that killed Glitch... He didn't know what it was, he simply knew that they needed to get away from it.

Now.

"RUN!" he shouted, pushing his sister from the now two corpses. There was no fighting that. There was no point; Zero was long gone, and any attempts at fighting that demon were for a moot point. Ari, however, felt differently.

"Skoll, what the FUCK?! We have to KILL IT! I'VE BROUGHT DOWN STRONGER PUSSIES THAN YOUR UGLY NAKED ASS, YOU FUCKER!" she roared, the latter comment directed at the glaceon. However, the look of pure, untainted fear that crossed her brother's face caused her to reconsider, and with a curse under her breath, she ran behind him, lithe legs carrying her quickly. When they got somewhere safe, she'd chew his ass then.

When Brimstone came back, Luzige jumped with pure joy. Mr. Dragon's back! Mr. Dragon's back! Then suddenly a really, really, almost eye-meltingly gorgeous Espeon appeared. Claiming to be viewing the trees, the Arachneon immediately bounded towards the psychic with his most charming grin possible. "I know right? The trees here are sooooo epic! Especially the smooth barked ones, the branches are just so comfortable to sleep on! And, and, the rough ones always have the most juiciest bugs in them! Ooh, and have you seen the broadleaf trees? They provide really nice shade-" Mr. Creepy continued on and on, blabbering about fruit-bearing trees and... His usual creepy shit.

When the Charizard revealed itself to be a fox-thing Luzige gave a over-dramatic gasp and pointed a limb at Loki. "Imposterrrrrrr!" he squealed, before giggling. "Heh heh heh, I've always wanted to do that! Anyways, Mr. Loki, you don't look very tasty..." 'You're also a very ugly shade of green too, in my opinion... You also look very shifty and yeah...' Raising a brow, the bug looked over the newcomer, before giving a half-hearted shrug. 'Guess I'll just make lunch with that pretty Glaceon...'

Suddenly some hairless freak (even more creepy than himself, which is saying something) burst from the trees and made quick work of the shiny Glaceon, and began to drag the corpse away. Luzige bristled fiercely with anger, before growling and letting out a loud roar. "HEY! THAT'S MY FOOD YOU ASS! GIVE 'EM BACK, I WAS GOING TO EAT HIM YOU... YOU..." the Arachneon was either batshit insane or absolutely furious, leaping onto a tree and climbing as fast as he can to the top, trying to find where the stupid furless shit had gone.

"YOU... YOU PREY-STEALING FURLESS PIECE OF SHIT I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING ORGANS OUT AND EAT YOU ALIVE!" Luzige roared from the branch he perched on, unable to track where the undead had gone off with his meal. Still growling and angry, he followed the others from the trees, fury radiating from his pelt.

(OOC: Angry Luzige is angry... I think he might need anger-management. lol!)

“Oh, you got me. I must say, you’re sharp for someone who’s barely conscious." Kenna's fear was realized as the smooth voice responded rather than Brimstone's deep gruff. As captivating as the voice seemed, almost able to lull her as she slept, the alarm bells going off in her head kept her from it. She could feel almost a shift in the air as something occurred, though with her eyes closed she had no idea what was going on. She was too deep into her sleep to pull herself out of it to look, and wouldn't be much of a fighter in this state if the new male proved hostile. “I am Loki.”

The new psychic didn't seem to notice the threat either, as she acted as though nothing were wrong and asked where they were going. That was really odd, and Kenna made a mental note to address that with the female later. If they survived. Ari started to rant but Skoll cut her off, right as a something triggered her senses to run. Kenna was barely able to Teleport out of the way, accidentally putting her closer to Loki, as a creature rushed past and snatched Mr. Happy. The creature, who Kenna couldn't place due to too many signals going off at once, made off with the Glaceon whose life she could feel fade into nothing. Terrified she panicked as Skoll ordered the retreat and everyone followed suit.

They left her there. Alone. With Loki.

~Oh shit...~

The Espeon smiled softly at the Bug Pokemon's comment upon trees, at least he didn't catch the drift, she thought she had something weird that made everyone think she's blind! The Psychic-type was unaware of the foreboding wind, however... The sound of flesh tearing made her drop her smirk, terror rushing through her veins, her glass eyes giving no emotion. She felt her jaw drop as it took in the air; Blood. The sound of flesh tearing, the sound of it, if she could see, would it be as scary as what she heard? Adalia just sat there, even when the gruff voice said to run, even when the intimidating female began cursing wildly.

"HEY! THAT'S MY FOOD YOU ASS! GIVE 'EM BACK, I WAS GOING TO EAT HIM YOU... YOU..." That was the Bug Pokemon's voice, the same one that encouraged the Eeveelution of trees. He was going to eat who...?Should the Espeon run after the same one that eased her? Should she follow the ones that said to run? Scents began mingling together, blood with the Bug's, blood with the duo. Adalia didn't know, she just sat there, remembering the sound of muscle tearing, the skin, the membrane, everything...

How scary...

Out of fear, she ran towards the Bug, she didn't know names, they never said anything. The Sun Pokemon just thought the Bug Eeveelution could help her, even when he said he would have eaten the other Pokemon before the Undead. The thought was scary, just being alone was scary. The grass no longer tickled her paws, they were sharp knives, her instincts tell her to keep running, but would she catch up to the other one in time? "YOU... YOU PREY-STEALING FURLESS PIECE OF SHIT I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING ORGANS OUT AND EAT YOU ALIVE!" The voice... It was angry, definitely. It was... above her? She gazed up, her glassy eyes landing on the Bug despite her not knowing, "Stop it!" She sobbed, "That's scary! That's scary!" She began saying the same thing, over and over, but it began to grew quieter, and quieter each time. The Espeon whom was timid from the very beginning sounded like a child. She was a young adult, yet she sounded like a child...

How does it feel to be blind? All she sees is nothing. There are no such thing as colors, there is no such thing as ugliness, or beauty. Everything was defined through sound, scent, and touch for her. But losing one of your senses will not make you fearless. Adalia had been scared out of her mind since the very beginning. She would have no clue where it came from unless it made a sound, the scent wafting in the air, the sharp blade scathing her side.

It was all scary... To always be on her guard, even though she's aware that her life is hanging by the thread either way.

[ooc: Skip. I will introduce him next cycle. Just... Not up for posting... Sorry.]

Ari had completely forgotten how damned fast Skoll was, even with her legs carrying her instead of her wings. She worked to keep up with him, but the damn bug was just like lightning on the ground. Though, another voice caught her attention, making her stop in her tracks to listen. "YOU... YOU PREY-STEALING FURLESS PIECE OF SHIT I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING ORGANS OUT AND EAT YOU ALIVE!" She could see it was the weird bug-dog, and the espeon crying for peace or silence-- Ari really couldn't tell which. She looked back to Skoll, who'd seemed to notice she wasn't following, and nodded her head back toward the group. "You kinda left them behind, Skoll," she griped.

The fear that had gripped his heart and sent it pounding had somewhat subsided when he realized that no one else had been following him. Cursing at the epiphany Ari had given him, he sped back to the others, his sister on his heels. Once there, went in front of the espeon, hissing slightly at the close proximity to the demon. "Let's fucking leave, people!" he hissed, his eyes continuously straying to the brush.

Ari sniffed at the little abra, unsure of why she was so damn calm. Of all the pokemon there, she figured Little Miss Smart Priss would have been the first one to jump ship. "...Skoll, I think she's fucking asleep. How can someone just doze off in the middle of something like this?!" Ari demanded, wanting to punt the little fox. When Skoll simply shouted at her to "pick her the hell up, then", Ari grumbled and reached down with her mouth to do so.

Pausing to catch his breath, the Arachneon growled, still furious like fuck. "Stop it!" The pretty voice of the Espeon reached her ears, and as he looked down, he found said psychic-type looking straight at him, sobbing. "That's scary! That's scary!" Chanting the words, Luzige frowned, and soon enough he was leaping down the branch and in front of Adalia.

"...Call me Luzige." hm mumbled, realizing he had never introduced himself. "Let's fucking leave, people!" The sound of Skoll's voice made his ears perk, and with a brisk nod, the bug turned back to Adalia. "Lets get going." Beginning to pad away, he made sure to make deep, firm pawprints [or footprints? Arachneon don't really have paws...] in the ground--just in case he had went to fast and accidentally lost the Espeon. Periodically looking back, the grass shuffled against his nimble legs.

"YOU FUCKING—“

The zoroark merely grinned in response, a devilish spark in his blue eyes as he watched the bird’s reaction. Whilst the female looked like she could have cut him down in seconds, he stood his ground, confident with his abilities were the situation to turn hostile. Besides, he always liked a challenge. Fortunately, the scyther intervened, holding this ‘Ari’ creature at bay by raising an arm.
“Pleasure to meet you too,” He smirked, giving a quick tilt of his head to the insect whilst his eyes remained on the prehistoric creature; his eyes reflecting a twisted amusement in her fury. The strange bug-mutt soon offered its own reaction, chuckling out an accusation before commenting on how unappetizing he appeared. Frowning, the canine glanced to the rest of the group, as if trying to guess whether this was considered normal behaviour. Shrugging, he flashed a snide grin. “Thank you. I’m sure you’re right,” Surely, too rich for a freak like you.

Suddenly, there was panic. A pathetic excuse for an umbreon slipped out of the shadows, plunging the gathering into a state of chaos whilst it ceremoniously slaughtered the white glaceon whom they’d looked to for leadership. The zoroark, eyes widening a fraction, acted on instinct. His illusory abilities kicking in, he took steps back to appear as nothing more than one of the trees. Whilst the group fled, a certain frustration voiced by both the insect-dog and mouthy avian, Loki remained. Although he could sense the danger, his instincts screaming at him to flee, a morbid curiosity held him in place. He watched the scene with hungry eyes, absorbing the killing as he remained awestruck by the undead’s sheer strength. To control those monsters… He was practically salivating at the thought.

However, he was swiftly brought out of his trance as he felt a force bump into him. His illusion fading on contact, a frown surfaced over his features as his gaze fell to the psychic-type. The umbreon was in the process of making its leave, the hairless demon leisurely dragging its prey from the blood splattered vicinity. He and the abra were left alone.
“This is cosy,” The shiny commented, seemingly unfazed of the murder he’d just witnessed as he flashed the sleeping abra an unpleasant grin. Peering at the creature with no regard for personal space, his face mere centimetres from the psychic’s own, he emitted a sudden, sinister chuckle. “You seem shaken,” He commented in a suave, yet menacing drawl. Whilst he couldn’t officially tell her current mental state from her sleeping face, Loki could practically taste the fear radiating off her small form. “Tell me. Are you scared? Are you a coward like your friends? Simply too clumsy to flee? Well that clumsiness could cost you your life, dear,” The shiny raised a paw, intending to rest it on her fragile shoulder. His twisted curiosity and the subconscious need to extract her weaknesses had already succeeded to overwhelm his erratic mind.

Suddenly, there was movement in the trees. Freezing, he gave Kenna a final, dark grin.
“Quiet now, darling,” With the whispered threat, he swiftly retreated from the psychic as the whole troupe stumbled back onto the scene – obviously guilty that they’d left sleeping beauty behind. He grinned at them, motioning to the bloodied remains. “You missed the show,” Whilst Ari had been previously screeching that she could’ve killed the demented umbreon, Loki had already condemned the lot of them as cowards. They still feared these creatures, despite almost a year in their presence. Surely they were numb to the violence, the spectacular gore, by now? If anything, the undead were to be praised. They possessed power, stamina, which the living could only dream of. He himself would have infected himself long ago were his brilliant mind not threatened by the virus – instead, he was satisfied with finding a means to control the masses. Their power, although admirable, was rarely coordinated. The chaos that could ensue were they controlled – it would be beautiful.

Loki regarded the group for a moment, snorting with distaste before strolling after them as they took their leave. They had proven themselves nothing but emotional loud-mouths, yet the shiny remained optimistic they might have something more to offer. Besides, he wasn’t quite ready to sacrifice the only company he’d found in months. Leisurely following the group, moving on all fours whilst his thick, green mane swayed with his light footfalls, Loki remained utterly calm.

(( Permission was given to 1. Post ahead of Phoe for the plot’s sake and 2. Creep out Kenna a little. >D ))

Apparently 'Oh shit' had been the appropriate response. This Loki character was not adverse to invading personal space because suddenly she could feel the heat of the other flooding her as his form loomed over her sleeping one, his breath hot upon her face as he spoke. “You seem shaken." Her whole body tensed as she fought the urge to Teleport, having only a few of the life saving move left. Her only thought to his statement of the obvious was a sarcastic 'No shit, Sherlock,' but that would not be the appropriate thing with power, size, and not to mention type advantage over her. Everything about it screamed Dark, so nope...not a good idea.

“Tell me. Are you scared? Are you a coward like your friends? Simply too clumsy to flee? Well that clumsiness could cost you your life, dear." She could only gulp nervously, sensing the paw coming for her as it reached out to touch her. ~I- I'm not afraid. Just...cautious. I do not know of you but I can sense you...~ Kenna had no way of knowing what exactly the sadistic creature could want, even as he used the most charming voice he could muster. It was a tactic, Kenna was familiar with tactics, as long as she could wrap her head around the fact that anything said in that seductive tone was a lie she would be alright. Hopefully.

As luck would have it soon Ari and Skoll came crashing back into the glen, seeming aware that they had left the small psychic fox alone with a demon. “Quiet now, darling." At the smooth voice, still close to her ear, Kenna once again tensed, realizing that he meant for her to not tell about what he had just tried to do. He actually thought that she was going to keep quiet about him being a psychopath? Well...maybe. At least she would have to until she could either prove it or get to Skoll alone where the dark one wouldn't hear.

Loki was soon taunting the duo, which probably wasn't a good idea given Ari's temper, but when they started arguing about her being asleep the Abra just deadpanned. ~All Abras-~ she began, sending the message out for all to hear, but quickly cut off when she felt another coming close to her head this time with their mouth wide open. With a startled cry and a Teleport the Abra soon appeared behind Skoll, hiding from Ari's gaping maw. ~DON'T DO THAT!~ Her mental scream tore through their minds and Kenna forced herself to calm, knowing that it could be potentially harmful to send that much psychic power through non-psychics. ~I'm sorry...Can we just go now?~

The Abra used her Psychic to levitate herself off the ground, making sure to keep near Skoll where she would be safest from Ari and Loki, and tried to force herself into a calm. Her sleep had been disturbed, menacingly, so the small fox's inner power was fluctuating madly making her abilities significantly more powerful but very difficult to control. She needed to get back to sleep so that she wouldn't wind up accidentally hurting anyone, but as long as Loki was around she doubted any of it would be peaceful. And thanks to Ari, the Abra only had two Teleports left before she needed to recover...

Great.

((OOC: Now that I have posted it is going to be Qwrk's turn. Gonna PM her to make sure she knows, lol.))

She paused as the sudden sound of weight lifting off a tree branch came, followed by the soft landing on the grass. He was in front of her. Adalia could smell it. It was odd really, he smelled like a bug, yet it reminded her of her kind; Eevees. "...Call me Luzige." The Bug Pokemon mumbled, her face slowly brightened, he stopped yelling and cursing, perhaps he wasn't such a bad guy afterall. "Let's fucking leave, people!" The distant voice from the other Bug Pokemon echoed through the forest, the Espeon lowered her ears, hopefully she wouldn't trip... She stared down where her supposed paws were, what color were they? What is color even like? "Lets get going." Luzige said, his footsteps were heavy. It surprised Adalia as when he jumped off the tree branch he was about her weight.

It came to her realization that the reason for those heavy footsteps was that he was leaving indents in the ground for her... Did he realize her secret? She pushed the thought away, it's not possible, he would have asked, or at least pointed it out. Stayed away from her probably. The possibility he was doing this because she might get lost was high, not because she was blind. No way. The Psychic-type followed those indents, feeling her way through the forest as she followed closely behind Luzige. Compared to the other Pokemon, he was sweet and kind. Though the cursing made Adalia want to vomit, at least he didn't seem like he'll explode at her face like the other Pokemon.

"Luzige..." The Espeon mumbled, the name rolling across her tongue, it felt out of place, yet at the same time, comforting. She didn't know how to describe it. But it made her feel warm. Adalia paused, she scented the group nearby. She wanted to ask where they were going, as she didn't get an answer before that incident, but she didn't dare bother. Wherever they were heading, she'll follow along. As long as those sounds of tearing flesh wouldn't follow her any longer. It was still fresh in her mind... The heavy smell of blood, the sound of meat getting eaten. If she could see, would they be as traumatizing as what she could hear and smell?... Once she had felt blood splatter upon her fur, it was once, back when she found her perfect family.

If she found another perfect family, one that doesn't call her a freak... Would they have the same fate as her last one? The Espeon was cursed. She couldn't see, and she could only bring death... Fuck. Just fuck.

[Ooc: Sorry I'm so late on posting ;;___;; and no, Adalia, pls, no crushes until later on, and stop being emo. You romantic asldfkasdf]

“You missed the show,” the zoroark chimed, earning a scoff of anger and contempt from Ari. After the Abra's shouting startled her away, she snarled at her, then back at the dark fox.

"Tch! Not like I wanted to, Hairball," she growled, shooting a glare at Skoll, who was immune to her anger. "But Mr. ChickenShit just HAD to fucking run with his... his... non-tail between his legs!" She gave the scyther a light kick, earning a simple scowl from the bug. He didn't care if the others thought him a coward; they didn't see the Houndoom...

While the abra floated near him, he gave a small frown at her, unsure of what to do with her in such close proximity. But looking at the rest of their party -an angry bird, a menacing Illusion fox, a cannibalistic bug and a timid espeon- he realized that, unfortunately, he was the best option. The epiphany caused him to groan a little, his scowl deepening as he turned to lead the way.

Nearing the others who had grouped together again, Luzige was met with the sound of an angry Ari, ranting about Mr. Chickenshit or something... 'Mmmmm.... Chickens!' The Arachneon could really use a meal right now, climbing around and cursing the shit out of that hairless freak sure made him hungry... Plopping down onto the grass, the bug-type began to nibble on his own legs.

As Skoll began to lead the group, Luzige flicked his ears and paused before following. "So, are we heading to the city now?" he asked. 'About time... The Arachneon still purposely made his footprints deeper, checking back every minute to make sure Adalia was following.

[OOC: Luzige pls, stop eating yourself and stop crushing on Adalia. Also, I'll be introducing Ricochet next round because I'm in a rush. Sorry. ;w;'']