(ACE) The VIRIDIAN Team

She hadn't meant to anger Ari, but what was she supposed to do when there was a giant gaping maw coming for her head? Look up and say 'eat me'? It seemed she would never get to prove herself to this group, not at this rate. With a heavy heart she followed after Skoll as he turned to leave. She could sense Loki behind her and the very thought of him at her back unnerved the smaller female. Just what was that fox planning?

"So, are we heading to the city now?" Luzie certainly was a strange bug, Kenna had to admit that. But his abilities seemed like they could be very useful on a battlefield. He was so very nimble. Though she wasn't entirely sure where they were going the Abra knew she was following Skoll, because he was the safest choice in this group. As she floated along by his side unbeknownst to her, there was a continuous shift in her powers that made her levitation somewhat 'wobbly'. To anyone looking they would realize that the small fox was having trouble controlling her powers, which could be very dangerous to both the Abra and anyone around.

~DON'T DO THAT!~

Loki, although his head still ringing following the Abra’s telepathic outcry, was struggling to suppress a chuckle of amusement as she teleported away from the bird’s jaws. The psychic certainly was a jumpy little bugger – then again, she was asleep, essentially she had a right to be cautious. Still, the fox found the whole scene rather funny, a slick grin crawling up his face as he watched the female almost beg the Scyther to get moving. Whether this sudden hastiness was brought on by the prehistoric bird or his own twisted game of tormenting the floating fox, the shiny was satisfied that the creature that had cut his illusory charade short was feeling at least a tinge of discomfort.

"Tch! Not like I wanted to, Hairball. But Mr. ChickenShit just HAD to fucking run with his... his... non-tail between his legs!"

The Zoroark turned to regard the irritated dino-bird, his sinister smile disappearing as she blamed her fleeing on ‘Mr. ChickenShit’ – though he had a certain inkling that wasn’t the Scyther’s actual name. Regardless, there seemed to be some honesty in her words. Hotheads like she had already proven herself to be rarely bent the truth, and from her delightful choice of language, Loki was fairly convinced that she would’ve been happy to rip the undead to shreds. However, even with that in mind, that wouldn’t put an end to his teasing.
“And you had to follow Mr. ChickenShit?” Fearless, he took a few steps closer, an eyebrow quirked as he awaited a response. He’d been in her company not ten minutes and was well aware of the dangerous game he was playing. The Abra was pretty much a helpless target, a semi-conscious, timid fox. But the Archeops, Ari if he’d heard correctly, she looked the type to tear someone’s head off from a single, dirty look. Bring it on, he thought, almost excited at the prospect of a challenge. Flashing a quick smile at the female, he walked onwards, keeping a close eye on sleeping beauty.

"So, are we heading to the city now?"

Loki had almost forgotten about the creepy bug-mutt and its Espeon friend, his lip curling up in disgust from the thing’s appearance alone. Seriously, what fuck was it? Whilst the psychic one had a normal appearance, she seemed a little strange too. Not many creatures arrived on the scene boasting their adoration for the trees. Snorting, he turned his attention away from the duo, eyes instead glued to the small Abra’s form floating ahead. But as he watched her more intently, the shiny was quick to pick up on a sudden instability about her – she was almost swaying. Admittedly confused, the canine slowed his pace, ensuring that were something to happen he’d been firmly out of range. Regardless, he thought it best to offer some kind of warning – they hadn’t turned him away from their group after all.
“Excuse me, Mr. ChickenShit?” Loki called politely, his elegant voice almost adding class to the Scyther’s latest nickname. “Your friend,” The illusion-fox had never caught the Abra’s name, instead resorting to nodding his slender head in her direction. “She seems a little… shaky. Literally,”

The group is surprisingly lively. Despite the fact they sounded so angry earlier, they seemed a bit more cheery. Though there was a recent death (Adalia shuddered at the thought!), they regained their composure quite quickly. "Tch! Not like I wanted to, Hairball," The rock-type hissed, possibly at Loki's earlier remark, "But Mr. ChickenShit just HAD to fucking run with his... his... non-tail between his legs!" Mr. Chickenshit...? Skoll wasn't it? Adalia never caught their names, but she remembered hearing Skoll throughout the mess with the death. The Espeon should try to keep note of that. To call him, Mr. Chickenshit. It did seem like a fitting name. The Psychic-type paused, shaking her head, no! That was rude!... Friends are to do this right? Call each other nicknames? She wasn't that good with socialization honestly, but she wasn't that close to the group. The Sun Pokemon shall save the nicknames for later.

"So, are we heading to the city now?" Luzige asked, he was still continuing to make indents on the ground for her. It made her feel warm that someone was doing this for her, but did he realize she was blind? They would have asked by now though... But no response came through for the Bug Pokemon, Adalia's glassy eyes facing towards him. "T-that would seem like a good idea," She began with a smile, "We could take shelter there!" Though the Espeon was practically useless in every situation, the city made her feel safe! She didn't understand why, but probably because of her fondness of the humans. She was judged often for that, but she liked them, she'll be honest. Especially that old couple... She felt a sudden weight in her chest, maybe she shouldn't have thought about the cities. Then again, if she forgotten the old couple that took her in, Adalia could never forgive herself. Afterall, they made her feel at home, at peace.

“Excuse me, Mr. ChickenShit?” Loki asked politely, breaking the Espeon's train of thought. He must be referring to Skoll, “Your friend, she seems a little… shaky. Literally.” Was he talking about her? The other Psychic-type? She's unsure whether she caught the name of that Psychic-type, but... what if they were speaking ill of Adalia? Is Adalia really that shaky? The Sun Pokemon paused every now and then, stiffening herself as she carefully padded behind the group. She didn't seem all that shaky, or it could be the wind giving that illusion she's shaking when really it's just her fur moving along with it! They were talking about Adalia right? Positive! They must be suspicious. She's a freak, she doesn't want to be known she's blind yet, no, not yet-! She'll prove it if she has to! But how-

A heavy weight suddenly landed on top of Adalia, the scent of blood and decay standing right on top of her; an Undead. "G-get off!" She screeched, attempting to push the Undead off of her. It was an Undead Raichu that had pinned the Espeon down, the Raichu snarled, drool landing right beside her and into the grass. Ew? But on the other note; Undead. Right on top of her. She's going to die-! This is it for her, she knew it, she wouldn't survive in this dog-eat-dog world. Adalia has been born blind, yet she expected to live a long life? Hell no, fate decided; well screw you, you're living it short. Afterall, she is a flawed creation. She was unable to see, but at that price, heightened senses. And did it help her much? Absolute NOT!

The others! Would they answer her please for help? They wouldn't would they? She's useless, burden, another mouth to feed the group. No way was she going to do anything good for them. Even if she tried. Stand guard, sure, but would she honestly be able to protect them...? No. She was imperfection at its best. There was no such thing as perfect, nor true beauty, but Adalia was definitely ugly. Whether it be personality or her outer looks, she felt ugly. She couldn't see, she could only hear, smell, touch and taste. She was an incomplete canvas, one that could never be finished until... well ever.

[[Ooc: Fuck it, I wantz more action. After this Undead, feel free to ask Adalia if she's blind lol]]

Noal had been in these trees a surprisingly long time. He must've been going in circles for hours. How had he gotten lost so easily? He used to make his home in these woods... He had gone about a day without any sign of another living, or non-living creature. He noted the distinct lack of the usual hum of insect wings as well. The Forest was far too quiet. Finally, however, he caught sight of the edge of the woods on the horizon. He was getting close.

Voices from below caught him off-guard, however, as he approached the outside world. Stopping on a high branch, he looked down to find a relatively large group of survivors, who seemed to be trying to get out of the woods. Perfect. That was what he'd been looking for, anyway, and it seemed they had cut his searching time by a lot. He wouldn't jump in yet, however. He needed to observe a bit first. Sitting down on the branch comfortably, he waited, and watched the group interact.


((Playing it safe for a first post. >.< If anything's wrong, lemme know.))

When the creepy bug asked if they were now heading toward the city, Skoll nodded, Ari too occupied with glaring at the dark fox creature. The espeon seemed pretty enthusiastic about the city as well, earning a look over the scyther's shoulder. "...Shelter's kind of the point of going..." he muttered, pausing slightly when he finally saw her eyes.

While blue eyes weren't the problem, the clouded pupils were. He blinked, noticing her slight lean, her unfocused stare. Was... she...? His gaze flicked down to her feet, her paws following a trail of indentions in the ground from Luzige's stomping. He felt a little dumb for not noticing right away, but arguably, he had just been reunited with his sister.

“Excuse me, Mr. ChickenShit?” the fox called, causing the scyther's eye to twitch. Ari... of all the damn nicknames... “Your friend... She seems a little… shaky. Literally.”

Skoll glanced at him, growling under his breath not to call him that before turning to Kenna, watching her twitch and wobble in the air. Weird. Ari made her own observation as well. "...I don't think she's supposed to do that..."

He sighed, deeming himself the only one capable or trustworthy enough for the little abra to carry her burden. "...Get on..." he grumbled, scowl deepened.

A scream erupted behind him, catching Ari's attention first. The espeon had an undead Raichu on her, causing not panic, but a hungry grin on the archeop's face. "Fuckin FINALLY! Some ACTION!" She leaped into action, her long, lithe legs carrying her quickly to the scene. She lunged, her legs out in front of her, licking the raichu off in a very in-eloquent action. "BRING IT, BITCH!" she taunted, laughing shortly afterward as she went after the snarling rat.

GAME TIME

“Excuse me, Mr. ChickenShit?” At the sound of Skoll's nickname Luzige bristled fiercely, his stomach lurching and letting out a loud growl. "Would all just please SHUT UP about that nickname?! I'm hungry enough as it is, and Skoll just makes my mouth water! Now you just have to tantalize me by calling him such a delicious nickname... you have no idea how painful this is!" the Arachneon shouted, a scowl on his lips. Suddenly, a familiar scent of death hit him as he whipped around, to find a Raichu standing on top of Adalia. "ERMERGERD FOOD!" he squealed like a kid receiving their first Christmas gift, racing full speed at the undead.

Luzige was disappointed when Ari got there first, and skidded to a stop in front of the Espeon, along with a goofy grin. "You alright?" he asked, peering into her blind eyes. "Don't blind Pokemon have blindsight or something? Since you're psychic, you can probably sense the undead and aim an attack at it--better to help out~" the Arachneon told his advice, his thoughts confirmed that this female could not see. With that, he raced forward to the mouse, leaping acrobatically into the air with full intent to have a feast, before a silver-pelted body slammed into him and onto the ground.

Before him stood a Pokemon he'd never seen, with glowing yellow eyes full of hatred and anger as they stared into his soul. "You--!!" she started, snarl rising deep in her throat. "Murderer, traitor! You killed her, you KILLED HER!" the Oreon screeched into his ear, making him wince. "Uh, do I know you?" Luzige mumbled, using his strength to fling the newcomer off him. "You seem familiar... Oh well~! Time to feast!" smiling, the Arachneon skipped giddily back towards where Ari was with the Raichu, completely ignoring the existence of the foreigner. "Miss Ari~! Save some for me toooooo!"

Ricochet growled, her hind legs hidden in a patch of long grass as she narrowed her eyes at the bug-type. "Fucking Luzige..."

[OOC: Took these guys out because I couldn't resist posting! ;w; And Ricochet finally makes an appearance~]

Voices, all around her, taunting her and dragging her out of her desperate attempt at sleep. Didn't they know what would happen if she didn't get her eighteen hours? How much damage an Abra could do if they didn't keep firm control of their powers?
“Your friend... She seems a little… shaky. Literally.”
"...I don't think she's supposed to do that..."
A heavy sigh. "...Get on..."
Why wouldn't they leave her alone?

But it was too late. A female's scream wrenched the Abra from what little shred of sleep she had left. Her eyes snapped open violently, her normally violet orbs glowing a wicked blue as the aura around her burst into a swirling psychic energy. Her mind processed the field faster than lightening as she targeted the Raichu on top of a screaming Espeon. Ari was charging for it blindly, and Kenna didn't want the other psychic hit so she decided to move it away from her.

The blue, pulsing wave around Kenna began to glow even more violently as she sent a Psychic at the electric rat, intending to knock it closer to Ari so that Adalia wouldn't be hit. The attack hit and did indeed send it closer to to the Archeops, only it was minus a few parts. The lack of sleep left Kenna with almost no control over the level of her power so the attack was completely raw and unfocused. Psychic, which was normally a wave-like move, hit the undead Raichu more like a cannon blast severing its tail, left arm, and left leg.

Satisfied that Ari could handle the rest the Abra moved closer to Adalia, hearing Luzige mention something about her being blind. So that was the odd sense radiating from the other psychic, she couldn't see. But before she could process the new information the creepy bug eeveelution was also attacked. Though, nothing seemed to come of it. Convinced that it was just misread tactics Kenna turned her attention back to Adalia and sent her a message that only the other female could hear. ~Luzige is right, about sensing. It is how we Abra can 'see' while we are asleep. If you'd like, I can teach you how to focus your power to do it as well.~

As Skoll offered his shaky friend a lift, Loki gave a snort of disgust. Such charity was a liability in these times. The weak, the unworthy, shouldn’t be carried around like some sort of idol – they should be left where they belong, ten feet under. Turning away from the scene, the Zoroark padded on ahead, only stopping as something rustled in the trees above. Alert, his icy eyes speedily scanned the foliage, eventually resting on the foreign form of a small, brown creature. It looked a grass-type, naturally blending into the trunk in which it rested against. Regarding the Nuzleaf a moment, the shiny flashed the creature a quick grin.
“Good afternoon,” Before anything more could be said, a distinctly female scream broke the silenced. He snapped his head around, not out of fear or concern for the sound’s source, but out of a morbid curiosity to what had triggered it. For a moment, Loki let the stranger’s appearance slip from his mind. The tree-elf didn’t look a threat, but the infected Raichu perched atop the Espeon’s back soon piqued the fox’s curiosity.

"Fuckin FINALLY! Some ACTION! BRING IT, BITCH!"

Clearly, Ari wasn’t the sort of girl to back down from a challenge after all. From her behaviour now, a reckless charge at the electric-rat, Loki could tell that she would have gladly tried to take that Umbreon down a peg or two. Smirking, pleased that his initial thoughts had been proven wrong, he watched the scene leant against the tree hiding the Nuzleaf.
“You know, you’ll get a better view down here,” The Zoroark addressed the stranger in his sophisticated purr, eyes still glued on the battle against that one measly rat as he spoke. Although this was better than nothing, Loki found himself lusting for something a little more challenging .He saw no point in getting his own claws dirty, the Archeops seemed desperate enough to sink her teeth into something and now both the bug-mutt and psychic-fox were offering a paw of assistance. Admittedly, he was a little surprised at the burst of power leaving the Abra’s form, even more startled to the violet-blue eyes on show to the world. A slick grin crawled across his slender muzzle as he took a step forward, unable to resist getting a closer look at those elusive orbs. However, almost as soon as he’d moved they were gone, disguised behind the female’s heavy eyelids once more. Emitting an annoyed grunt, the smirk on his lips betrayed the fact he wasn’t particularly bothered by the fact. That glimpse would keep him satisfied for the time being.

"You--!! Murderer, traitor! You killed her, you KILLED HER!"

Loki quirked a brow at the appearance of another canine, her pelt a glossy silver as she wasted no time in tackling the creep to the ground. Fortunately, her victory was short lived. Effortlessly tossed aside after a brief exchange of words, it seemed the bug gained some sort of super-strength at the prospect of food. The shiny was unsurprised really.
“Did he eat ‘her’ too?” He asked the newcomer, a hint of malice in his tone regardless of the seemingly innocent smile gracing his slick features. Nodding his head in a formal greeting, he let his eyes roam her form, curious to her species. She wasn’t repulsive like the bug-thing, but still, she looked unusual, clearly an uncommon breed. Slinking forward, the canine rested a distance from Skoll. Turning to the Scyther, he thought it best he notify him of the spectator in the trees, gesturing behind him as he spoke. “She’s not the only newcomer,”

The scene went by quickly, the Electric Undead was ready to feast on her, yet in a matter of moments did the Pokemon of the group helped her. Maybe they weren't as bad as they sound afterall! The Espeon let out a heavy sigh as she got up, wearily looking at the direction of where she could hear the Bug Pokemon's taunts. A small smile crawled over to her face, funny Pokemon. Adalia should speak to her more often. Her attention turned over to Luzige, the Archneon -- obviously hungry -- who bounced over to her. "You alright?" Luzige asked, she felt an intense gaze coming from him, was something on her face? Bad breath? Or...? "Don't blind Pokemon have blindsight or something? Since you're psychic, you can probably sense the undead and aim an attack at it--better to help out~" Adalia stood speechless at the scene. Blind? HER?... Just a few minutes ago did the other Psychic Pokemon throw the Raichu off the Espeon, the Bug Pokemon now chasing after the Mouse Pokemon. Yet, they point out that she's blind now? If they knew, why couldn't they just stay oblivious? ~Luzige is right, about sensing. It is how we Abra can 'see' while we are asleep. If you'd like, I can teach you how to focus your power to do it as well.~

Focus her power, focus her power. She has no power. She had been an Psychic-type for who knows how long and she has no power. Pathetic? It's true... The scene was fresh in her mind, the voices as if they were there with her... How her perfect family mentioned the color of her gem. Adalia knew nothing of colors, yet they say it's a brilliant crimson red. Is that good? Yet at times... They would say it's a dull grey. Is that good too? Who knows what's with her. Rarely had she lifted a paw to fight, therefore, she had no idea how to use her powers. THEREFORE, she has none. What stupid logic she has... Yet throughout this, her heart thumped against her chest, the Espeon glancing from Luzige's direction to the Abra's, worry and fear beginning to fill as every passed by. Powers. Blind. Even if she were to do that, she was fated to be blind. Fate chose that path for her, if she picked a different evolution to be, things would turn out different wouldn't they? So why mess with it now?

But even if they did offer to help... How would she know what to do? Are they going to call her a freak now? Blind Pokemon are uncommon, rare even, it's rude to call them freak. But what does everything of Adalia? In her past, she had always been called a freak because of those glassy eyes she had always held. How she could smile throughout every situation despite her not knowing the whole story. Are they still going to call her a freak? Even if they don't say it out loud, they must be thinking she's one right? In the midst of her thoughts, reality slowly faded back to her, snippets of conversations going through her ears and out. Another Pokemon came along, but Adalia paid no attention as her glassy eyes were fixed towards the ground, fear continuing to rise... The Esepon felt like she could pop any second!

"I-I..." The Sun Pokemon began to stutter, rising her head as she slowly backed away from the group. She didn't want to face them, if they were going to be like that, she didn't want to face them at all. No, no, no, no, no, NO! Freak, she's a freak... Without hesitation, the Espeon turned around, running deep into the forest, anxiety chewing up her insides. She ran. She just ran out on them even though they were offering help. What's her problem? Being a dramaqueen... But, how is she to deal with this? Why bother to help a complete stranger? Is it because of the defect in her birth? Is it because she doesn't fit in? Do they pity her?

The thought of sight, she had always yearned for it. Messing with the threads of fate... If she were to be a Flareon, she'd burn everything down without noticing. If she were to be a Jolteon, she'd shock everyone without noticing. If she were to be a Vaporeon, she'd be lost at sea without noticing. If she were to be an Umbreon, she'd be hiding in the shadows for the rest of her life without noticing... She had many choices to pick from, yet out of all things she picked a Psychic-type. She didn't pick it on purpose... There's no way that fate would want her to see, if they did, they would have given her sight the moment she was born.

Adalia came to her senses as she paused, heavy pants filling the air. She was away from the group now, far, very far. The Espeon looked over her shoulder, despite not seeing anything, she felt like she could be followed any second... Then again, who would follow her? After all the bullshit she dragged them into, there's no way they would accept her back in the group. Even if she begged herself, what use could a weak and blind Espeon do? And even if she did try to learn how to see... What if things weren't meant to be seen by her? The scene earlier, the Ice-type that had gotten brutally murdered... The sounds and scent were enough, feeling the blood underneath her paws were like padding towards the gates of hell. She didn't want to see that, no! She shook her head, slumping down on a tree as she stared emptily at the space in front of her. Darkness. All she had seen was darkness throughout her life. If color were to be brought in, would she be a completed canvas?

[Ooc: Ew, emo Adalia is emo /shot. This scene is speciall made of some Luzige x Adalia yay Feel free to be a cockblocker lol]

Noal listened intently to the events below him. Funny how you could learn some good information just by listening. Who would've thought? Lying back on the tree branch he took refuge on, he relaxed, listening carefuly to the voices. However, before long, the sounds turned to screams and cries. Jumping to his feet, shaking the branch slightly, he had just enough time to see an undead Rat attacking the group. Before he had enough time to move, however, it was over. The group had fended it off masterfully. And judging by their responses afterwards, at least one of them had spotted him. Noal was impressed- he had spent his entire life in the trees. Finding him, even at his little jump-start, wasn't an easy task.

Taking three large steps, Noal tracked to the beginning of the branch, on the trunk of the relatively thin tree. Hooking one arm around as much of the wood as he could manage, he jumped, swinging down in a spiral motion that caused him to miss each branch on the way down. Landing with slightly more force than he would have had he floated down, he turned to regard the group. "My name is Noal." He started, gesturing with his hand back the route he thought he came. "I just came from the North. Pewter Town is infested with Undead, and I came looking for refuge. You got room for one more in this little posse'?" It was forthcoming, but Noal could see no easier way to go about it. He needed a team.

“Did he eat ‘her’ too?” Ricochet visibly scowled, narrowing her eyes in anger. "That freak, he made a whole meal out of my sister..." the Oreon snarled, eying the creepy bug carefully as it skipped around. Soon however, her eyes drifted to a Nuzleaf who introduced himself as Noal. The steel-type carefully analyzed the other newcomer. "Oh, erm, I forgot to introduce myself. Call me Ricochet." she shifted uncomfortably, a bit embarrassed that she had forgotten. 'Perhaps if I join this... group of sorts, I could find that creep's weakness and exploit it...'

Luzige was giddily hopping to Ari, before he stopped and looked back at Adalia. He grinned, only to see the Espeon dash off into the undergrowth. Surprised, the Arachneon took to the trees. "Miss Ari, please remember to save some for meeeeee!" he yelled, leaping from the branches faster and faster to keep up with the psychic. The bug's legs began to become sore, his muscles aching with pain as he pressed onwards. "Ah... Adalia! Wait! Where you goin'?!" he shouts, suddenly stumbling on a deep groove in the wood and falling off.

He landed with a thud on the plush grass, blinking to check he was okay before carefully standing, shaking the debris of his coat. "ADALIA!" Luzige roars, catching her pink pelt only a few ways up ahead. Tired and frustrated, he trotted to the tired Espeon, a stern looks washing over his face. "Hey, why'd you run off like that? You'll get hurt if you go on your own." the bug-type muttered, trying to catch his breath. "Is something wrong? Was I mean in anyway to you? 'Dalia, why'd you leave us?" Luzige had enjoyed the psychic's company, so serene and gentle. He didn't want the female to leave so quickly. "Hey... I'm sorry."

[OOC: Luzige y u so touchy feely and emotional with Adalia. I like the creepy freak Luzige better sadksnfka >:u]

With the Undead now taken care of and Adalia unresponsive to her request Kenna's unstable mind slowly drifted back to unconsciousness, her eyes sliding closed and the aura all but dropping her onto Skoll's back. She struggled for a moment but within minutes she was asleep once more. However when Loki mentioned their being more than one upcoming to the group her senses went on high alert. A strangle rustling echoed nearby and then there it was.

"My name is Noal. I just came from the North. Pewter Town is infested with Undead, and I came looking for refuge. You got room for one more in this little posse'?" Kenna's tired mind knew to look to Skoll and Ari for the answer to that one. While she wouldn't mind another body between her and Loki she wasn't sure whether or not to trust the creature. While it didn't set off any warning bells in her head all of her senses were stretched out, feeling, watching.

((OOC: Lemme know if you want me to change it Sil!))

"That freak, he made a whole meal out of my sister..."

Loki couldn’t resist cracking a smirk at the steel-type’s reply, his icy eyes holding a spark of mischief. Making a mental note of storing this information as well as paying particularly close attention to said freakish mutt in the future, the Zoroark let the matter slip for now. Introductions were under way as both the female before him and the newcomer that had sought refuge in the trees announced their names, Ricochet and Noal respectively.
“It’s a pleasure,” He gave a slight incline of his head to the two of them, not considering them worthy of such treatment or respect but it was simply habitual. Loki knew himself superior to everyone in the vicinity, from his intellect to his cunning and speed, the canine was convinced that he was wasting his etiquette on such commoners. Then again, he was in no rush to leave either. The loudmouth avian was essentially a bodyguard, Luzige his personal freak-show alongside his clueless partner, Adalia; the Scyther a grumpy leader who would provide a joy to unhinge and finally innocent little Kenna. Well, she was going to be an endless source of entertainment. Loki could only speculate to what role the recent arrivals would play.

The Espeon soon made a dash into the forest, seemingly unprovoked as the illusion fox watched her disappear with a look of complete boredom. Luzige was quick in his pursuit and for a fleeting moment, Loki wondered whether he planned to make a meal out of the quiet psychic. It was a shame they were shielded by the trees – it might’ve been an interesting sight.

Snorting, he let his eyes roam the group before reminding himself on what the grass-type had previously mentioned. Unsurprisingly, Pewter was infested with the undead. It was nothing new considering those creatures roamed the whole damn world, but still, it seemed there was a greater concentration in the cities. Loki’s morbid curiosity was eager to confirm such suspicions. A slick grin surfacing on his slender features, he kept his mouth shut in the hope that they would unwittingly stumble across a massacre.

"ADALIA!" Luzige roars in the distance. She flinched, immediately turning her head over her shoulder as she heard the crunch of grass behind her-- and the familiar scent of the Bug Pokemon. "Hey, why'd you run off like that? You'll get hurt if you go on your own." He muttered, the Psychic-type bit her lower lip, turning her head away from his supposed direction. It was out of instinct, everytime someone points out she's blind... Rather than flushing in embarrassment, she'd run away in hopes they won't consider her a freak! "Is something wrong? Was I mean in anyway to you? 'Dalia, why'd you leave us?" His overload of questions disturbed her greatly, not that she was in the right mind to respond- but to give her reasons was ridiculous. The Espeon wished she could shrug it off and say that it was out of instinct upon meeting newcomers, but then, that would be rather dramatic of her [as if this wasn't dramatic enough!]

"Hey... I'm sorry." The Archaneon Adalia blinked her clouded eyes, facing his direction. She lowered her ears in response, heaving a heavy sigh before coming out with her speech, "No... It's my fault for running away." She paused, sitting herself down. The grass crunched softly under her weight. Sound, touch, those are things she depends on the most. To smell is another, to taste, but never did she dare want to see the world. "I-I hate being called that..." Adalia didn't want to go into detail on why so- it was obvious to her that she didn't want to go into detail. Perhaps because the thought of being called blind offended her so easily. But to say she was known as a freak because of that? No, she didn't want to. These Pokemon were far different than expected, but what the Bug Pokemon said was unexpected...

Isn't it technically his fault then for putting her in such a tight spot? Immediately she got up, daggers thrown at the Bug Eeveelution's direction. But upon doing so, she shook her head, calming herself down as she sat back down. No, no, it wasn't his fault. He didn't realize, and was trying to help her. He even suggested that she could be able to see if she used her psychic powers. Even the other Psychic-type too! They were trying to be kind to her, but she just refused to take it... Adalia is really going to lose herself, just hearing the simple words of blind makes her weary. "Sorry for dragging you into this mess." She began, maybe it is best to explain her story, despite how ridiculous it is, "I-I used to be called a freak for being blind... so I'm a bit- er- nervous..."

... However, the thought of sight made her curious. What does the world look like? Colors are indescribable, so maybe she could finally see what they are? Flowers? Other Pokemon? The thought of being able to see her own face in a 'reflection' or her companions' faces is a nice thought... But would she truly see? She's cheating everything just by using her powers rather than her literal eyes. Isn't that just being plain out unfair to the other Pokemon that couldn't get a chance to do what they want because of a birth defect? How Blue was unable to fight because the lack of a limb? How Yellow was unable to listen to songs because of her lack of hearing? Her family that had began with nothing... Isn't that just unfair to them...? Yet, Adalia cannot reverse time, they were long gone, ran away or left for dead. If she could, how would they react to her being able to see? Wouldn't they just call her a freak for becoming normal? Or would they still accept her with open arms?

She felt cold, she wanted to curl up. How dare she think of such thoughts? The Sun Pokemon should be glad they existed in the first place! They befriended her when no one wanted to, they took her in like a family when no one wanted to, they treated her like she was actually needed in something. But now? She's utterly useless! Psychic powers, ever since she evolved she barely fought, how would she know how to use them? She was unable to protect that very family with it... Unknowingly, pools began to form in her eyes, if only she was stronger.

[Ooc: Sorry for late post! I'll try to be on time next time >__< COCKBLOCKERS COMMENCE?
Oh and Luzige has permission to give Adalia a hugggg <333]

((I'm so sorry guys, I got caught up in the holiday today, and I didn't get a chance to post. I won't have enough time to tomorrow either. Sorry for holding everyone up. >.<))

It took a moment for Ari to stop smashing the undead Raichu's face in while the others conversed like civilized pokemon nearby. She eventually straddled up to them, glancing at the new Eeveelution and plant-thing. She'd seen it before, knew its name, but couldn't place the damn thing in her memory. Oh well. Somewhat disappointed that there had only been one undead to smash, her tail flicked behind her, her eyes roaming the treeline for more movement. These guys could have their boring-ass conversation, she was going to keep her eyes out for something far more interesting-- a fight.

Skoll, on the other hand, listened quietly to the others, taking in names and words as Kenna all but plopped onto his back. He didn't exactly fancy carting the little abra everywhere or being used as a beast of burden, but again, he was really the best choice. His frown grew as the number of their group grew to new heights, especially since he'd like to be rid of more than a few of them. Unfortunately, that wasn't likely to happen. The thought of just cutting them all down crossed his mind, but even with Ari at his side, he doubted he could emerge victorious and in one piece.

As the others conversed, Ari groaned, spotting nothing in her reconnaissance. "Ugh," she groaned, stepping back into the circle of the group. "We all just gonna fuckin' jabber all day or are we gonna get moving?" She looked to the newcomers, her frown almost comically mimicking her brother's as she flexed her wingspan. Introductions could fucking wait while everyone could sit down with their tea and crumpets. She wanted to get a move on.

Skoll noticed the restlessness in his sister and took a step down the path leading to Viridian City. "...We can get cozy later. Let's go." His gaze lingered on Creepy, the one who was currently inquiring after the blind espeon. "...Any stragglers get left behind." His voice was quiet, but stern, and his unwavering glare offered the assurrance that he wasn't joking. He turned back to the path and, much to his sister's delight, pressed forward.

"...Any stragglers get left behind." Rico smirks, lashing her tail as she gazed to where Luzige had followed Adalia. "Let's just fucking ditch the freak show, if you guys keep him with you he's bound to eat someone." the Oreon spat, slowly beginning to follow the group. "Never, ever trust him. He doesn't make promises, he's going to eat someone once he gets hungry enough, dead or not." brimming with pure hatred for the Arachneon, she flexed her sharp claws. The steel-type was moving much more slowly than everyone else, the sounds of creaking metal coming from her back legs as her prosthetic pushed away from the ground to propel her forward.

"I-I used to be called a freak for being blind... so I'm a bit- er- nervous..." Watching the gentle Espeon cry made Luzige uncomfortable, shifting from his multiple legs anxiously before lifting a paw and lightly bopping Adalia on her head. "If anything, I'm the freak here, heh." the Arachneon gave a goofy grin, before flicking his (large as fuck) ears and looking back to where the group was. "Hey... I think they're leaving without us!" he bristled, frustrated.

Sticking out his tongue in annoyance, Luzige began to run back to where the group was, planting his feet deep into the forest floor as he called back. "C'mon! We don't want o be left behind!" finally reaching the area where the squad was before, the bug-type immediately rushed over to the dead body of the Raichu and picked it up, before strolling towards where everyone was heading. "Waimmf! Waimf for meeeeeee!" shouting between mouthfuls of disgusting, blood-coated fur, Luzige hopped giddily along the path.

((OOC: Forgive me, but there isn't much going on and Kenna is just trying to get back to sleep. I'll have to skip for now. There will be more to do once we reach town.))

"Ugh. We all just gonna fuckin' jabber all day or are we gonna get moving?”

Loki smirked at Ari’s less than eloquent outcry, ears flicking forward as a mischievous glint hit his eyes. She was certainly a mouthy girl, cursing like a sailor with just a rugged appearance. Whilst her appearance was particularly loathsome for the well-groomed, near spotless Zoroark, Loki admired both her asperity and sadism. Of course, that didn’t mean she was free from his torment.
“Patient is a virtue, my dear,” He cooed, grinning like a wolf as he fell back to walk on all fours. There was a growing similarity between the avian and Scyther now that they were sharing each other’s frowns, the first thought of a relation crossing his mind. Regarding the duo a moment, he shrugged. It didn’t particularly matter either way, but he was pleased when Skoll finally announced they would be on their way.

"Let's just fucking ditch the freak show, if you guys keep him with you he's bound to eat someone. Never, ever trust him. He doesn't make promises, he's going to eat someone once he gets hungry enough, dead or not.”

Giving a low chuckle at the newcomer’s bitter remark, Loki walked silently after the siblings heading the group, the Abra still acting a passenger.
“He won’t eat me. I don’t look appetizing enough,” He slowed to walk alongside the female, Ricochet. “Though I wouldn’t argue ditching him,” Flashing a crooked smile, he looked over his shoulder just as said ‘freak show’ came sprinting back to the scene. Maybe he’d eaten the blind psychic after all. Suddenly realizing that the metal-type he walked with was a past acquaintance of Luzige, Loki was compelled to ask a question that had been plaguing his mind ever since his arrival amongst the odd group. “Speaking of which, what exactly is it?”

While the strangely colored bird...dragon... thing, did intimidate Noal, he had to agree with her point. Standing around would help nothing. They needed to keep moving if they were to survive. The Scyther, however, was more agreeable. He could go with the more calm attitude. Made things so much easier to work with. The metal fox's speech caused him to shudder. If it chooses something to eat, it better as hell not be me... he thought, taking a step backwards.

Nodding his head to the Scyter, he looked around. Squinting his eyes slightly, he tilted his head. "Which direction are we heading? We can't go north, but..." They could probably head anywhere else, from what he knew. He didn't know what was west of them, but east lead further into the mainland, while south would lead them to water, eventually. Noal shivered again. He didn't like the water.

"Which direction are we heading? We can't go north, but..."

Skoll frowned as he heard the soft, unsure question sound from behind; the strange, unknown voice could only belong to the nuzleaf. Skoll flicked his gaze back to the weird plant, then to the road. "...South," was his curt, short reply, offering no insight into the decision. They'd already come out of the forest, he wasn't going back in.

"Viridian City!" Ari chimed in a sort of sing-song voice, keeping close to her brother's heels. She looked at the passenger on his back, scoffing a little with a smug grin plastered on her scaled face. "Didn't know you had a thing for little girls, Skoll," she muttered, earning a fierce glare from the scyther. Chortling from his reaction, she glanced over at the strange steel eevee that was ranting about the freak thing. The stupid fox seemed to humor her for a bit before asking, "Speaking of which, what exactly is it?"

"Or you," Ari added, frowning as she walked. Slowing her pace to walk more with the others as Skoll continued to lead, she got closer to the steel thing. "In all my years of beating people's faces in, I haven't seen anything like you or Mandibles over there. How the hell did you manage a weird mutation or evolution like that?" She glanced behind her, her frown deepening when she spotted Creep-face trotting up to them, the raichu she'd just finished pummeling. "Not even sure I want to hear his story..."

“Speaking of which, what exactly is it?” The Oreon paused to think for a moment. "To be completely honest, I have no fucking clue. All I know is that he's some kind of freak mutation or whatever," Ricochet stole a glance behind her, only to witness the Arachneon ripping a limb from the body in his mouth and swallowing it whole. She shudders. "Whatever he is, I don't particularly want to find out..."

"In all my years of beating people's faces in, I haven't seen anything like you or Mandibles over there. How the hell did you manage a weird mutation or evolution like that?" The Oreon perked up, blinking at Ari. "I simply evolved in the middle of a fight with the undead," looking down to the base of her neck, Ricochet shrugged. "I had a piece scrap metal on a necklace before I evolved, but it's gone now. Maybe that's what triggered the evolution?"

Luzige, finishing his undead meal, sprinted to the group in order to join the conversation. "OH! OH!" He jumped with over-excitement, grinning like a cheshire. "Okay, okay... So what happened was I came into this forest, and I ate tons and toooooooons of berries, but then that taste got bland and I was tired of it, so I started hunting other Pokemon to eat! I lived off of Rattatas and Pidgeys for a few months, before I learned the delicacy of..." he stopped to create a dramatic pause. "...INSECTS! Caterpies, Kakunas, and what not. They. Are. DELICIOUS. I just feasted on every single one I could find climbing in the tree! And that's how I became the handsome and incredibly epic me that I am today!" If one looked closely enough, they could've sworn that his eyebrows waggled. The bug-eater followed merrily along, blood smeared on his jaws that slanted upwards into a satisfied smirk.

((OOC: Sorry to do this after making you wait so long, but skip one last time. I am hitting a block after posting for 9 other teams.))

“To be completely honest, I have no fucking clue. All I know is that he's some kind of freak mutation or whatever. Whatever he is, I don't particularly want to find out..."

Loki’s lip curled back in an expression of disgust. Mutation? No shit Sherlock. The female was as clueless to the mutt’s species as he was, but instead of pursuing the matter any further, the Zoroark was simply content in ruling Luzige as a complete and utter disaster of nature.

Turning absently to Ari as the avian slowed to join their conversation, the hot-headed female enquiring about Richochet’s own identity, Loki decided that it was far more pleasing on the eye. Still, as she explained the process, a certain curiosity flourished in his mind. Were these unheard evolution methods common in all species? Pondering on how a ‘mutated’ Zoroark might appear, Loki was left mulling the possibilities over in his mind until that damn voice broke his silent pondering.

“...INSECTS! Caterpies, Kakunas, and what not. They. Are. DELICIOUS. I just feasted on every single one I could find climbing in the tree! And that's how I became the handsome and incredibly epic me that I am today!"

So that was one mystery solved. To have an appearance as jaw-dropping as Mr. Luzige’s, an even would have to gorge themselves on repulsive insects. Given the results, clearly it wasn’t worth the trouble. Nodding his head in mock interest, his blue eyes wandering the excitable creature’s bloodstained face, Loki had nothing to say. He was a freak. If you were going to arrive in the world as a mutation, at least hold some shred of dignity.
“Yummy,” He muttered sarcastically, shaking his thick green mane restlessly to quicken his pace. As much as he was enjoying the company of the two females, Luzige simply tainted the air. It was fair to say that Loki was not a fan of said creepy bug-mutt.

[OOC: Just gonna skip this round because I can't think of what to make them do. xD;;]