(ACE) The VIRIDIAN Team

"Then go and waste your own supplies. Leave these alone; though you find no use in them, I know how to use them. Come back and say that when you're facing death, asshole. Then we'll both see how useless this box of shit is."

Loki gave an unkind chortle at Skoll’s response, finding the idea of death laughable. The canine prided himself on his strength and ability to control a situation, hardly able to imagine a scenario that would remind him of his morality. But as he scoured his mind for such ludicrous imagery, he was disappointed to find two distinct memories flourish forward from the depths of his scheming brain on cue.

His expression took a sudden and startling transition. The smug, amused grin fell like a ton of bricks, replaced by a muted snarl. A vengeful glint had sought refuge in his cold orbs.
“That won’t happen,” He growled, unaware of the drastic shift his demeanour had taken. He practically spat the words, revealing his capacity for passionate, venomous hatred.

Loki thought of the day his family had been slaughtered. His pack, although indifferent to his existence at the time, had lost the feud for territory, no creature spared as the Luxray ruled supreme. Well, all but him. They found some shred of compassion at the sight of the terrified child, adopting him as their own. Loki was greeted with only hazy memories of the bloodbath that had befallen the first of two so-called ‘families’.

His second fall had come significantly later in life. He’d had everything he wanted – power, respect, followers, love. Yet in a flash of lightning, he’d been back to nothing – less than nothing as he was left grovelling and sobbing for his life. There was no doubt in his mind that hadn’t Thor been the merciful hero everyone had expected of him, the pride would’ve torn him limb from limb. But of course, Loki had never been down for long. It had been a humiliating point in his life, the truth of his foster-family coming as a vicious slap in the face, his fall from grace only adding salt to the wound – but he’d retaliated, hard. Picking himself up from his stupor, the Zoroark was changed from then on. His name synonymous with mischief, malice and murder, Loki had turned his back on striving to be loved, instead enamoured with power and earning it by whatever means possible.

"That was fucking awesome!"

Loki had been so caught up in his bitter reminiscence that the real world had been drowned out by his incredible hate. It was only Ari’s loud demand for attention that interrupted his thoughts, the fox snapping his head to the female as she waltzed, triumphant, onto the scene. A short growl escaped the fox as she pushed past him, the dark-type’s well-groomed fur bristling bitterly as he skulked away from the boxes. Let those idiots rely on such garbage for survival; Loki had his instincts to see him through.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Weren’t his mood already bad enough, the bug-mutt had made its ceremonious, ear-splitting entrance by exploding through the nearest window. Loki, caught beneath the shower of glass accompanying the insect’s arrival, looked as if he were about to kill something.
“Morons,” He growled beneath his breath, shaking his slender form free of destroyed window-pane, glaring daggers at a now, rather plump Luzige. “All of you, complete morons,”

Crane had tried to ignore Skoll’s unusual stare but found his natural awkwardness overcoming his unstable frame at such a look. He was only trying to help. Resorting to stumbling backwards, massive wings the only thing preventing him from falling flat on his face, the Fearow returned to the wall with the glasses still grasped gently in his beak. The female didn’t seem wholly conscious of her surroundings and he wasn’t about to terrify her with his sudden, half-crisped appearance. Heaving a sigh as the group expanded with the loud arrival of Ari and Luzige, the bird kept his distance – his demeanour the epitome of discomfort.

There seemed to be something troubling the shiny fox as he soon stalked to stand aside him, fur bristling as he wore a look of irritation. Crane couldn’t hide the small smile the sight evoked. Distracting himself with the appearance of the bloodstained bug-like canine, the Fearow started when the shiny Zoroark suddenly darted into his vision.
“Give me those,” Loki growled, snatching Kenna’s glasses from the bird’s beak. Crane put up no resistance, a mere ruffling of feathers the only response offered from the fox’s snappy command. Clearly irritated by the bird’s cowardice coupled with the Scyther’s inability to do something as simple as reaffix some ridiculous human adornment, Loki had taken matters upon himself in a bid to quell his own growing anger.
“Sorry…” He hardly heard Crane’s muffled apology as he turned away, weaving through the now crowded room to reach his target, Kenna.

Loki approached Skoll and his passenger with an unusual lack of interest, a frown darkening his eyes as he held the glasses in a clawed hand. Acknowledging the Scyther with nothing but a wave of the seeing-utensils and a bitter, half-smirk half-sneer, the canine’s attention soon fell to Kenna.
“Hold still,” Loki grumbled, stopping abruptly before the Abra and reaching out to grab her head. Although his grasp was rough at first, the touch of her skin soon reminded him that he wasn’t dealing with just some vermin – no, he quite liked this fox. His hold becoming gentle, barely grazing the back of Kenna’s head, Loki carefully, albeit somewhat, awkwardly slid the glasses into place on her face with his other paw. ”There,” He huffed, triumphant, his old smile making a gradual return.

Taking a moment to admire his handiwork, not familiar with glasses let alone ever being required to attach them to another’s face, the Zoroark thought the action quite the success. Paws recoiling from the Abra to hang limp at his sides, Loki found himself craving the warmth from the psychic’s vulnerable little head – to think how simple it would have been to crush that skull – before turning away. Although unnecessary and no doubt unsettling for both Kenna and her overprotective mantis companion, Loki’s mood had been sufficiently elevated by what was essentially, a good deed. Smiling to himself, he returned to his seat aside Crane.

(( PM me if I need to edit anything, Phoe. :3 ))

Roy hadn’t noticed Ari enter the shop, so when she came over to help him up, he was more or less surprised too see her back so soon. She seemed to have enjoyed herself while she was out, though the Archen could never see killing and maiming as something to be thought of as ‘fun’.
Using her neck as a stair’s, Roy easily managed to get himself to where he was trying to be, on the counter. He believed there could be some useful stuff behind it, and on top of it. Sure a lot of the stuff was thrown around, but not a lot of people, or pokemon, ever thought of looking behind the counter.
“Thank you,” he said to Ari before looking around in one of the boxes that was conveniently placed next to him on top of the counter. The box was a little bigger then he was, but he managed to knock it over so he could take a look inside.

The inside looked dark, and void of anything, but he did find something in it. It looked like what human’s called a cell phone, of course dead, so it wasn’t much use. Even if it did still work he didn’t know how to use it, and he was sure the other’s wouldn’t ether, maybe the Abra but that was it, so he simply tossed it.
The other thing’s he managed to find was a few super potion’s, and an antidote. Both very useful, and he was sure the antidote would come in handy at some point.
“Hey, I found super potion’s, and an antidote.” He said as he turned to the other’s, though looking at what Skoll found, it was hardly anything. Suddenly, a question struck him, and he turned once again to the others. “Um, how are we going to carry all this?”

“That won’t happen.”

Skoll's eyes narrowed at the almost-threat, the defiant reply of the green fox. The mantis' own glare narrowed a fraction, his guard against the clever pokemon rising more and more with each little movement, each strange word that crept up his spine and made his blood cold. Kenna was definately right; while Crane's sudden and unexpected revival was unnerving, Loki was the one to watch out for. Crane was weird, Loki was dangerous. Thankfully, he had a type advantage over the bastard, so it was somewhat safe to confide in his own abilities should things... get out of hand.

However, that time seemed to be approaching rather quickly. As Ari boomed her way in like she normally did, Skoll's eyes remained on Loki. His teeth gritted, he began skulking about... It seemed his mood was getting fouler by th second, yet Skoll really couldn't see a reason why. Ari was always loud and obnoxious, and before, he seemed more amused by her demeanor than anything. But now... Everything was grating him, rubbing him raw. Skoll's muscles tensed as Luzige literally crashed into the building, the window now gone, its remains scattered onto the fox's pelt. “Morons,” he snarled beneath his breath, his glare more dangerous than Skoll had seen prior. “All of you, complete morons,”

As Skoll was so fixated on Loki, he wasn't aware Crane was still holding the glasses in his beak. But once the fox began approaching, Skoll's body tensed more and more, nearly taking the bastard's head off when he bridged the gap between them. But when Loki held up the glasses in a casual wave accompanied by a smart-ass smirk, Skoll stayed his blades... though he wasn't quite sure anyone else would really mind. Then again, instigating such a thing wasn't in his favor. Not when Loki could so easily destroy all of the supplies they'd just found...

It was difficult to stay still as the fox so gingerly, almost intimately, placed Kenna's glasses back on her face. Disturbed, a fraction petrified, Skoll was completely unnerved by his almost loving movements. It seemed forever he took, until he ended his strangeness with a satisfied ”There.” Once done, he returned to Crane's side, content.

...The fuck just happened? Skoll couldn't help but think, his eyes still on the fox. Flicking them down to his passenger, he couldn't help but wonder whether she was still ok. While Loki had done nothing physical, it was surely terrifying to know that a pokemon stronger and with a type advantage had a very questionable interest in you.

Ari was oblivious, as always, to such small, stupid details that Skoll seemed to obsess over. As her Mini-Me boarded her and went to his target, Luz burst in, screaming and now much fatter than she remembered. "Woot! That was FUCKING AWESOME!" he cried, sending shards of glass all over the creepy fox. She chuckled, snickering in the corner while Loki pissed himself in anger. But as Roy returned with his findings, some super potions and an antidote, her little Mini-Me brought up a fairly good question.

“Um, how are we going to carry all this?”

It brought a small silence to the room, and of course, Ari was the first to answer. "Well, I guess we bag this shit up and strap it to someone that likes being an ass," she jibbed, laughing at her joke. Anyone here ok with sharing their back with a shitton of stuff? Skoll-- you're already taken." The small joke earned a stale glare from her brother, but she dismissed it quickly. Her eyes fell to the creepy fearow and FoxFace, and she trotted over to them, none-too-subtly inspecting their backs. "What about either of you? I mean, your hippie hair might make everything hard," she admitted, frowning at Loki, "but you..." She turned to Crane, looking him over. "You've got a good sized back and wingspan, even if you're kinda... deadish. How 'bout it? I'd volunteer, but I'd probably get the stuff broken in ten minutes." She laughed, giving Crane a confident grin. After all, if the guy hadn't gone beserk-o yet, there was no reason to not trust the guy. Right?

Kenna had sensed Crane and his valiant attempts to help her, but being so jostled from her sleep she was losing the delicate grip on her freshly tamed powers and they were beginning to fluctuate. She could sense his nervous tension and Skoll's skepticism, the insect wordlessly passing on that he had no means of re-attaching her spectacles. Ari burst into the mart with her usual bluster and Luz followed with his own boisterous personality. The Abra frowned at the exhuberence the two were showing only finally settling down once Ari became focused on the Archen.

She finally gave up and began to pull at her glasses with her power but it was Loki who snatched them first. She had no control of the situation when she felt him come closer, feeling the heat of her blush rise as she sensed him so near to her. When his hand reached up and touched the back of her head her eyes shot open and a sliver of her control slipped. But it was enough. Loki's mind flooded her own at such force she couldn't control the images flashing before her and the only things she could make out were broken and scattered fragments.

Luxray. Memories of family saturated by bitter jealousy. A bitter truth. Outcast. Then new images began to surface, feelings closer to the surface and boiling within the fox. Hate and anger reigned within the fox but slowly shying away from warmth. Her warmth. His touch became more of a caress, his claws receding to gently scratch at her head as her glasses were placed back on her face where they belonged. She immediately let out her string of psychic energy that always kept them in place, something she almost never had to think about, but even as the paw receded from her head the connection remained.

Blinking at Loki from behind her frames she could see images of her own head being crushed in the Zoroark's claws, but also did she see him banishing those thoughts away. He...he purposely drove away the idea of harming her. All at once she realized the conflict that raged within the tormented mind of the dark type, and she couldn't help looking at him in a new light. Several of the alarm bells in her head concerning Loki were put at ease and she realized that many of them were for Loki's own inner conflict. Honestly there was only one thing left to say.

"...Thank you."

((Permission granted by Snitch to look into Loki's mind, and actually it was her idea. XD
Let me know if you want me to change anything, I left the memories vague and highlighted so all she really saw was similar to a slideshow with them coming across as pictures.))

"...Thank you."

The quiet, sincere response had caught Loki off guard. A frown descended over his previously smug expression, turning to look over his shoulder as he absorbed Kenna’s expression. Her eyes were open, the fox finding himself momentarily enchanted by their vivacity as she wore a look of what… understanding? Snorting, he was far more pleased with Skoll’s reaction, practically basking in his confusion, tinted with an irresistible dash of pure disgust.

“Um, how are we going to carry all this?”

By the time, Loki had made himself comfortable aside the awkward bird, the recently arrived Archen had raised a valid point. Crane’s single eye wandered across the breadth of the group’s stash, surprised that such valuables had remained untouched for so long – it truly was a blessing. But clearly, the group weren’t keen to hang around, intending to move on with it all. However, Ari had an answer.
“Hippie hair?” Loki repeated, unfamiliar with the term. His brow furrowed, the words rolling off his tongue like some foul tasting medicine. Whilst unsure of what exactly a ‘hippy’ was, the Zoroark was confident it was an insult and ensured Ari received the unpleasant sneer that accompanied his usual reaction. However, he remained quiet, the bird’s ever-moving jaw effectively preventing any further opportunity to speak.

"But you... You've got a good sized back and wingspan, even if you're kinda... deadish. How 'bout it? I'd volunteer, but I'd probably get the stuff broken in ten minutes."

Crane started when the fossil non-too-subtly began inspecting his back, ruffling his feathers uncomfortably as she spoke. He had no objection to acting as a pack-mule, but surely there were more civilized means of requesting his help. Still, he let the matter slip. He was the freak of the group. In order to gain some respect, he would have to work his way up from the very bottom.
“Of course,” Nodding his head limply, the Fearow staggered forward, presenting his back as transport for the group’s precious goods. “I-It’s not too heavy, right? …I-I mean, I don’t mind – of course not! It’s just the bones are a bit weak,” He admitted a little sheepishly, managing a half-hearted smile as he gestured to his protruding joints. Whilst the bird doubted carrying such a weight would be beneficial to his health, his manners had smothered his rationality. Despite the charred appearance, Crane was a gentleman to the very core.

"...Thank you."

It seemed everyone -or at least, everyone paying attention to Kenna- was surprised by her quiet gratitude, Skoll and Loki moreso. Frowning, the scyther's eyes quickly went to the fox's, who wore nearly a mirror of Skoll's own expression, but it didn't last. Upon catching the scyther's eyes, Loki's frown lifted once more back into a smug snort, returning things back to normal. ...Weird. It was the only word that really fitted the situation, especially since the moment to comment was quickly passing due to Ari's rambling.

Skoll's eyes went to the dimming sky, furthering his scowl. They wouldn't be able to travel for long, especially since getting the pack mule loaded would take quite a bit of time and effort on everyone's part. He turned, looking toward the deeper part of the mart. It seemed intact and large enough for their needs...

“Of course,” Crane replied, his even, gentlemanly tone procuring a grin out of Ari. “I-It’s not too heavy, right? …I-I mean, I don’t mind – of course not! It’s just the bones are a bit weak.”

"Psht!" she giggled, waving his concern away with an amused gesture of her hand/wing. "You're cute. I didn't know you dead-types could be so..." She gave an exicted little shimmy of her body as she tried to find the word. "...proper!" She laughed, mostly to herself, bright eyes still on Crane. She was nearly about to gush more when her brother's dull voice cut through her giggles like a knife. A very boring knife.

"Ari, calm down," he dismissed, looking to her with a bored stare, met with her own pout. "You can bother him in the morning. I doubt we'll be able to move with everything anyway... By the time we get it all settled out, it'll be well into night. Better we just camp out here for now and move once morning hits." He glanced to what should be the storeroom, then took a few steps inside. Only a few human corpses were there, which were cleaned out by a few good swipes of his scythes and feet. "We should be able to fit in here."

“All of you, complete morons,” Luzige only grinned at the comment, giggling. "Hot damn sexy morons, you mean." he snorts, swiftly followed by an sudden dramatic pose, wiggling his tail-limbs. When the question arose as to how the group was supposed to carry all the supplies, Ari replied. "Well, I guess we bag this shit up and strap it to someone that likes being an ass. Anyone here ok with sharing their back with a shitton of stuff? Skoll-- you're already taken." The Arachneon squealed, immediately racing to one of the boxes. "Ooh ooh! Me me me me me!!!" he yipped.

Stretching every limb, he crouched with the medium-sized box behind him, before slowly maneuvering his tails to lift it up. Awkwardly, he flipped the crate onto his back, dangerously swaying as he tried to balance it. "SEEEEEEEE? I can do it!" Luzige took one, tentative step forward, before the supplies ungracefully fell off his body, the bug-type flopping onto his side. He squeaked a bit, trying to get up, before finding that his plump figure refused to let him stand. "Hooooooooooooooo my god." he muttered, frowning. "YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING ME! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!" he hissed with anger, legs flailing and churning the air as he tried to get back up. "I'm not THAT fat, am I?"

Finally managing to get back onto his feet, Luzige shook his fur with humiliation. "That did not happen." he stated, voice emotionless as he looked around. "Nobody saw that. Case closed." with a huff, he decided on grabbing a smaller sized luggage, finding a suitable crate before shooting white strings from his mouth. Quickly, he wrapped the box in his Spider Webs, pelt still burning with embarrassment as he began to drag the supplies he chose towards the door. Finally reaching the entrance, he sat silently, drawing circles on the filthy floor as he waited for the others.

Ricochet was still wandering the streets, eyes dull with boredom as she looked around. "...Well boredom is better than being around that freak," she snorts, flicking her tail as she rounded a corner. She sniffed the air carefully for any scents that implied the location of potential supplies, scowling when she received no luck. "...stupid little bug-headed freak!" she cursed, fur now bristling as the Oreon began to rant. "WHY did I have to find him now?! How the fuck is he still alive?! Why did destiny have to make me cross paths with him?!" she stomped a foot, glaring at a pile of bricks. "...I. Hate. Everything."

The blinks of memory still troubled Kenna as she gazed at the shiny fox before her, eyes still locked onto his form. Despite the danger he posed to her and everyone around it seemed there was another more serious threat, and that was to himself. Loki...he practically hated himself. And he took all that anger and self-loathing out on everyone else using their pain as his pleasure. As a means to numb his own inner turmoil. It was such a sad way to live that Kenna couldn't help but feel her emotions pull towards him, but she knew that there was no way she could even think to help such a creature unless he truly wished it.

And there was no way in hell that was happening.

“I-It’s not too heavy, right? …I-I mean, I don’t mind – of course not! It’s just the bones are a bit weak,” Kenna hadn't really been listening to the others but when she looked over at the bulk of the finds and then to Crane she gave him a sad smile. The large avian was still weakened and wouldn't be able to be the pack mule Ari wanted. "If you'd like I can lift and carry most if not all of it," she offered. "All I would need is a full night's rest first." She wasn't sure if her offer had been heard at all the way Ari continued. "Ari, calm down," Skoll cut in.

"You can bother him in the morning. I doubt we'll be able to move with everything anyway... By the time we get it all settled out, it'll be well into night. Better we just camp out here for now and move once morning hits." That was the best idea she had heard yet and while she cringed at seeing the bug cut through the remains of people and Pokemon still rotting inside she knew that it was the best shelter they had right now. Luzige made himself comfortable but Ricochet just seemed as annoyed with the bug as ever, leaving Kenna deciding to stick by Skoll. "I'm just..." he eyes gazed over to Loki once more. "...gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight..."

And with that she closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep, hoping nothing woke her up this time.

((Post edited, sorry guys but yesterday just sucked. Your go Snitch!))

"Psht! You're cute. I didn't know you dead-types could be so... proper!”

Crane hadn’t expected such a spritely, almost childish response from the avian he’d previously feared – but she seemed almost sweet. A blush emerged, fortunately concealed by the charred sack draped over his disfigured face as the Fearow smiled awkwardly, though genuinely touched by the compliment.
“Th-Thank you,” He chuckled hesitantly, both flattered and slightly unnerved by Ari’s girlish giggling. To think she was responsible for so much destruction in the city baffled the Fearow; the sound of her fearsome battle cries still ringing clear in his mind as a reminder of the ruthless fighter she truly was. Fortunately, the mantis silenced her with his usual curtness.

“You can bother him in the morning. I doubt we'll be able to move with everything anyway... By the time we get it all settled out, it'll be well into night. Better we just camp out here for now and move once morning hits."

Whilst Crane thought the Scyther’s plan of action perfectly reasonable, Loki was significantly less enthused at the idea of camping out. He was a restless soul, unwilling to remain in one place for long without a particularly valid reason. Nightfall did not fall into this category.
“Scared of the dark, Skolly?” He sneered from afar, his mood still tainted from reawakened memories. His comment seemed to go dismissed however, as the group’s proclaimed leader wandered away into the building’s storeroom. The Zoroark’s fierce gaze followed each of the bug’s movements, already resolved that he would not be a part of this quaint slumber party – he doubted he would be welcome anyway. Good, he feared the bug-mutt’s dim eccentricity would soon get the better of his civility.

“I-I can keep watch… if you’d like,” Crane piped up nervously, though perfectly awake. “I mean, I’ve already been resting when I was… well, dead,” He chuckled at the absurdity of his words, finding a warped humour in the surreal turn his life had taken. Smiling, thoughts consumed by the image of Ho-Oh and his extraordinary gift, the charred avian had already determined himself on becoming a better person. He could remember little of his past life, but remained adamant that there was always room for improvement. He would make the most of this blessing, be the best he could possibly could in this dark day and age. Crane would make a difference.
“I’ll join you,” Loki added, his tone significantly darker than the gangly bird aside him. Throughout the conversation, the fox’s eyes had rested on Kenna far more often than he would have liked to admit – both confused and curious to her sudden shift in demeanour. Frowning, as her weary eyes lingered on him once last time, he snorted and turned from the group altogether. “… In fact, I’m going for a walk first,”

Crane merely watched as Loki slipped out of the door, his concerns about the sly canine roughly dispelled from his mind as he focused his attentions on the remaining creatures instead. He tottered forward, peering into the designated sleeping area and managed a small smile of approval. It seemed cosy enough, yet he would remain beyond and hold true to his offering. It was the least he could do.
“Goodnight,” He called cheerily, making himself comfortable near the building’s entrance – long neck ensuring he had a constant view of the outside world via a grimy window. Catching glimpse of Loki disappearing within the shadowy streets, Crane shuffled uncomfortably, struggling to dismiss the newfound feeling of unease creeping down his spine.

As Ari giggled like a lovestruck school girl at Crane's flustered reply, Skoll's attention remained on Loki, who, after the scyher had announced the plans, chuckled darkly to himself. “Scared of the dark, Skolly?” Skoll merely gave the fox a stale glare, the comment not even worth of a response. Of course he wasn't. He lived and breathed in the safety of the dark... but he couldn't account for everyone else. And while he normally only considered his own skin in times of crises, his sister was an exception. The exception, really. And with her vigilante attitude, she would never leave a man behind, even if it meant risking her own life and limb. So... he was stuck.

For a moment, Luzige spent a good while being stuck under one of the food bags, and Skoll wondered whether he'd pop like a roach under a shoe. Sadly, the answer was no, and he escaped from his pinned turmoil before stating that there was nothing to be seen. Nothing, indeed... But as he scanned the room, he noticed that the steel pup was still missing-- good thing Ari didn't know; otherwise, a damn hunt would be on.

"I'm just..." Kenna slurred from his back, bringing the scyther back to the situation at hand. "...gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight..." Good. One light was out, but then again, she really didn't count since Abra are generally asleep 80% of the damned day. “I-I can keep watch… if you’d like,” Crane offered nervously, earning both siblings' further attentnion. “I mean, I’ve already been resting when I was… well, dead.” Ari poorly stifled another guffaw at the joke -or what she percieved as one- but Loki, thankfully, cut her off. “I’ll join you,” the fox added in a dark purr of a voice. While Ari didn't seem to think it too much of a trouble, the thought of Loki awake and ready while they slept made Skoll's stomach churn. “… In fact, I’m going for a walk first.”

"...Don't wander too far," he spoke flatly, turning slightly to further ready the storeroom for sleepers. Though, it was likely just Kenna and Ari getting sleep tonight; with both Loki and Creep up and about still, he doubted he'd be able to find something as elusive as sleep tonight. Thank Legends he was used to long nights and fits of insomnia.

"So!" Ari began, clapping her wing-hands together, "I guess we settle down now, eh? Everyone, pile in like you like each other! Craney-Boy, I guess stay nearby so's you can wake us up quickly... or if Mandibles over there gets lazy for a midnight snack." Her voice was carefree enough, but the last comment was accompanied by a small frown and a lower volume, proving that even Ari could at least acknowledge the serious. She gave a wave to him as she passed her brother to pick a prime spot in the room. "Oh yeah-- try not to eat us, too, k?" She gave him a wide, toothy grin and added, "I really don't want to break your face off, too."

Skoll sighed and half-heartedly pushed his sister further in as she grinned like an idiot at the undead fearow, wanting nothing more than his mind to stop buzzing. It was going to be a long night...

[[Time skip next round, folks! Get your sleep~]]

When the group spoke of resting, Luzige's eyes lit up like a flash, his gaze immediately traveling to the other bug-type in the group. It would be his chance! Right when he wasn't expecting it, he would slowly creep up behind and eat him! The Arachneon's mouth began to water at the very thought. Only if he knew some fire-type moves, then he could roast him up! Or he could marinate the Scyther's legs with his bloods and eat them that way... Or maybe Scyther brain soup? The eeveelution beamed at the idea--he would make a culinary masterpiece! He could dry rub his scythes with ground berries and the corpses of a few undead and...

"I guess we settle down now, eh? Everyone, pile in like you like each other! Craney-Boy, I guess stay nearby so's you can wake us up quickly... or if Mandibles over there gets lazy for a midnight snack." Luzige's expression immediately turned to a frown. "Awwwww..." he mumbled, looking around the group. Skoll seemed to be the only one fit for his tastes. Ari and Roy were too feathery, (and he knew very well the hell he would have to go through to pluck every single last one of them!) Loki simply didn't look appetizing, the Fearow was too...dead, and Kenna was... 'Well I suppose she's edible too, but she's not a bug-type...'

Mind still fantasizing over the millions of different ways he could cook with teammate, Luzige absent-mindedly headed over into the corner of the room, plopping down. He pauses, before rolling onto his side and flaying his legs out everywhere, and within moments of closing his eyes, he had already began his adventures to dreamland, snoring the whole way through.

Ricochet quietly leaped onto a pile of crates, struggling to get up as she climbed higher, soon reaching the roof of the building she was by. Her eyes gazed at the evening sky, a small smile forming on her lips. "All I need if to catch him off guard, and when I do, I'll take his head..." she chuckles, grinning as she carefully traversed the roof. "I'll lure him, yes, away from the group where no one can hear his screams and come...not like they'd care anyways..." yawning, the Oreon curled into a lying position beside a chimney,licking the dirt off her fur. "I'll kill him eventually...just you wait..."

It was dark, but in the darkness was quiet. Peaceful quiet. The kind that a rare few could achieve even with years of meditation and dedication to tranquility. This was Kenna's safe place within her mind, where she liked to go to try and sort out any problems or questions that eluded her. And right now there was a very big problem that eluded her.

Loki.

In the dark void an astral body of the Abra stepped into a widening circle of light. Soon a shadowed form appeared in the shape of the very Zoroark that puzzled her. Something was different about this creature and she couldn't place even one finger on it. One the one hand, he was dark and evil. He even seemed to take pride in his devilish behavior. Every signal in her head screamed at her to stay away from him, that danger emanated from every pore of the sinister fox. But the one time she had gotten close, let him get close, something happened to change all of that. She had seen inside him, peeked behind the veil of wickedness to see the actual male who lay beneath.

And it had terrified and confused her.

Loki was hurting inside, even if he denied it in his waking state, and as the small snapshots of memory played behind the shadow replica of the Zoroark she slowly began to piece together why. With every memory is tied an emotion, often several, but it is the power of those emotions that causes your mind to lock onto that memory and retain it. And these emotions were almost all sad. Loneliness, depression, jealousy, shame, rejection...it swirled inside Loki like a terrible storm and the only outlet he seemed to have developed to release these tense feelings was to thrill in the pain of others. But to Kenna it seemed a hollow joy.

~I wonder what it would take to try and get within to the other side of him...~ she mused to herself. At the distant sound of her own voice the shadow Loki seemed to turn to her and give her a devilish smirk. Like daring her to try and yet warning her what would happen if she did. Shuddering Kenna crossed her legs and began to hover in the empty space, closing her eyes to concentrate. ~He needs help, help that no one in his life has ever seen or been willing to offer. But the real question is- Am I the one to help him? And what's more...do I want to?~

It was this very quandary that had the psychic currently trapped within her own mind.

((If Sil isn't back by next round I can have Kenna wake up and start morning.))

Loki slipped seamlessly into the shadows ensnaring the lonely, city streets, unifying with the darkness as he wandered away from the group’s haven. The fox had no destination, barely conscious of the direction his slender legs carried him – all he knew was the desperation to escape. The harmony of his company had started to suffocate him. The friendships, the camaraderie, they so effortlessly embodied was both disgusting and, despite his fierce denial, enviable. He doubted the group had been formed long, several days at the most, and yet the loyalties formed between each stood stark against this dark world. Loki hated it, hardly understood it, as he found himself isolated once more.

The canine was hardly aware he’d broke into a swift run, each silent footfall sending him far from the warmth of the survivors. The night greeted him with that familiar chill, the air crisp and void of such familial amity. Loki didn’t need them. He didn’t need anyone. He’d spent the majority of his life alone and saw no valid reason to alter his current state. Yet his heart was beating, suddenly awakened to protest and urge him to reconsider embracing love.
“No,” The fox growled beneath his breath, his voice a whisper against the surrounding gloom. He had naught to argue with but himself. His mind could not abandon the past, reminding him that love had been nothing but a burden. It was his insatiable desire for it that had ultimately led to his downfall. He refused to be so weak again, memories of his ‘family’ flashing behind his eyes to remind him of that same, biting pain.

Who needs love?

Loki stopped abruptly, memories blinding, disorientating, as he collapsed – overpowered by months of contained emotion. He stood hunched over, hiding his face in shame as his slender form trembled with each silent sob. The Zoroark tried to stop, tried to deny the sorrow that had enveloped him but remained helpless to the raw emotion attacking his fragile mind.

He stood there for some time, crying until no more tears would come. He thought of his ‘father’, his perfect ‘brother’ and all those who had sought to destroy him for the crime of being different. He had no family, always the outsider. He thought himself destined for a lone existence, accepting a fate known only as ‘Thor’s Brother’. Of course, he’d proven them wrong. Now he was just Loki – the outcast, the villain. And now, he intended to live up to such a title.

Reminding himself why he chose not to love, why he chose to shun such a trivial matter as friendship, Loki raised his head with renewed purpose. His eyes, though moist and still cradling tears, were filling with a determination to succeed. The Zoroark knew what he wanted. He didn’t want love, acceptance – no, his new lust had taken ugly shape of power. One taste all those years ago had left him hungrier than ever for a spot on the pedestal, the spot in which he truly belonged.

Running a clawed hand through his mane, smoothing back the fur unhinged by his outburst, Loki smiled to himself. Whilst it pained him there would be no opportunity for vengeance against those who had caused him such suffering, he took some content in knowing they were already dead – most likely. Thor was strong, but reckless. His adoptive-sibling had been ruled by emotion, every action dictating it. No doubt he’d found his demise protecting the innocent in the same dramatic and chivalrous manner that had famed him. Loki snorted.
“Good riddance,” Brushing himself off, the physical motion reflecting a vain attempt to dispel any recollection of his ‘family’, Loki stood tall once more. Almost refreshed, empty, the dark-type continued on; wandering aimlessly as cruel plans for dominance swiftly took up residence where old hopes for love lay dying.

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Crane, as promised, had been an attentive look-out. As the group were lost to slumber, nestled together in rare warmth, the Fearow remained ever-alert. Single, red eye especially keen to pick up movements, the avian was mainly comfortable in his current state. In fact, he was quite happy. Well, given the miracle of resurrection that had been blessed upon him there was very little worth complaining about. He had new life, the right to start afresh as a new passion had alighted within his chest. Surreal, of course, but an opportunity Crane intended to cling onto. He’d make the most of it. He’d help the needy. He’d make a change.

Left cheerily pondering on all the chance to help the survivors surrounding him, Crane hadn’t noticed the shadowy figure approaching the building until it had slipped in the door. Grand wings splayed in intimidation, the avian instinctively blocked the sleeping area and its unaware inhabitants from the night-time stranger. A dangerous glare had sparked in the bird’s eye, the overall outcome of the charred, usually awkward avian, becoming an entity as fearful as the undead themselves. But he soon relaxed, the intruder pausing to allow the valiant Fearow confirmation that this was not an enemy. At least, not an enemy of the typical infected kind.
”Oh, Loki,” Crane muttered, somewhat relieved to find his momentary negligence excusable. The Zoroark had been gone a good couple of hours, now arriving back looking somewhat haggard. The avian managed an awkward smile to which the fox only rolled his eyes, trudging away from the bird to curl up on the upturned counter. “Hey… Are you ok-“
“Goodnight,” Loki’s curt response put a swift end to any conversation, Crane almost flinching away at the dismissal. Still, he didn’t dwell on it. Whilst the dark-type closed his eyes, shielding his face with his paws in a sleeping position reminiscent of a fearful child’s, the Fearow’s attention lingered. He’d seen the tearstained face, the bloodshot eyes. Thinking against pursuing the matter further, the bird allowed his company to rest, instead turning to resume his duties as a night-time guardian.

(( I couldn’t resist, I just had to post for Viridian, lol. ))

(( I don't have time to post, and I wont be on tomorrow, so please skip me for now. I'll post something my next turn. ))

It was unnerving as Loki remained gone for most of the night, Skoll's mind drifting in and out of consciousness. While he was more sure that Crane wouldn't turn on them in the dead of night rather than Luzige, the little creepy bastard was fast, and really, it would only take one good bite to bring him down. Ari had positioned herself in between him and the screwed up bug, but alas, she was almost asleep as quickly as she'd laid down. His eyes closed, his remaining senses alert to the slightest of sounds. Ari's heavy breathing, Kenna's relaxed pulse on his back, Luzige's snoring, Crane's stench... While all these factors would normally keep any sane person awake, the events of the day began to bear down hard on the scyther's tired form, the warm darkness lulling him into sleep.



The mantis' eyes opened hours later, just as the sky was beginning to turn from its dark cloak to a soft grey pallet, warmth returning with the sun. Quickly assessing that he was indeed still whole with a small stretch, he rose from the small crouch he'd settled into over the course of the night. He immediately spotted Loki's sleeping form on the counter, curled into himself like a small pup. Dismissing him for now, he softly made his way to the fearow that still stood guard. "...Quiet night?" he asked in a murmur, not wishing to wake the others just yet. He wasn't quite ready for Ari's voice so early... A small glance to his sister assured him that yes, she was still asleep. For now.

As morning came, Luzige rolled onto his side, drool dripping from his mandibles as he continued to snore, loudly. The Arachneon mumbled in his sleep, squealing something about 'cooked Scyther' sauteed in the blood of Abra, which soon caused a grin to appear on his face. In a few minutes, his tongue slipped out, dragging against the floor as the bug-type shifted and squirmed. "Nooo Skollll don't leaveeeee....dinner only startedddd..." he whined, flailing his legs. "Don't worry...it's not gon' hurt, I'm just gon' take one of your arms and..." he trailed off, giggling hysterically.

Ricochet awoke the moment she had felt the sun's heat tingle on her pelt. I guess this is one pro...or con about being what I am. Stupid temperatures and fire and all that shit. her eye twitched and she yawned, squinting as she looked upwards and to the sky. A few sparse clumps of clouds floated overhead, and the morning seemed peaceful enough. "Another day down, a couple thousand more to go." she snorted, carefully descending from the roof she rested on. Her stomach growled in protest, and she grit her teeth in frustration. Right, food. Sustenance. her train of thought lingered on the other survivors, perhaps they had found food? The Oreon wondered if she should find them again, and ask them to share. Ha ha fuck no. You're independent, Rico, you don't need their help. Find your own damn food and don't disgrace yourself begging for it. With a sigh, the steel-type slowly began to lurk the city's streets once more, looking for a meal.

At some point in the night Kenna's quiet meditation into her own mind finally settled into a deep sleep, the fox having rolled off of her bug companion until she lay curled in a fetal position on the floor. She had come to certain realizations about a certain member of the group and though it took many hours she had finally reached a decision. She would try and help Loki. But if things started to go wrong and it created a dangerous situation for her she would have to trust Skoll and most likely Ari to have her back against the Illusion Fox. And she just knew a lot of things could go wrong.

And probably would.

She felt more than heard Skoll waking to greet the morning, her senses piquing at the knowledge something was moving around her. Opening the rest of her mind she pulled in knowledge from the area around her and checked on each individual. Skoll had gone over to Crane to speak to him while Luzige and Ricochet began to stir. While Luzige was peculiar and suspicious at best Ricochet's state kept delving into unnerving. The way she regarded and spoke about the creepy bug thing was nothing short of obsessive. And not the good and loving kind. She didn't even think she wanted to know the story behind that one.

Her eyes slowly opened to great the world and she realized that she was staring right at the very fox that had plagued her dream state most of the night. He looked...different. At least while he was asleep. He was curled in on himself so tightly, paws hiding his muzzle as he pulled his body into a ball, he looked almost frightened. And lonely. Remembering her promise to herself to try and help the wounded soul trapped within Kenna gathered her courage and stepped over to his huddled form. "Loki..." she said softly, still keeping some distance out of fear. "Loki? It's morning..." She risked stepping closer to try and lay a hand on his arm, despite every sense in her head screaming at her to move away. But she had to try.

((Snitch if you want it would be hilarious if you gave Kenna a scare as Loki wakes up. You don't have to I just figure it would be funny. ^_^))

Crane had taken to his night-time responsibility with a fierce determination, a sense of unwavering duty that although chivalrous, he knew he would regret with morning’s arrival. Whilst the watch had been relatively boring, though thankfully uneventful, the Fearow hadn’t risked even a moment’s rest with the oh-so tempting closing of a single eyelid. Instead he’d steadfast, loyalty to his peers silencing fatigue until the first rays of light had pierced through the surrounding darkness. Crane practically bathed in the slow-rising sun, his entire demeanour alighted by the soft dawn until stirring from the other room had drawn his attention from nature’s beauty.

The giant avian had found that even in sleep his company remained unusually loud. Whether it was the heavy breathing, dull snoring or even the muffled subconscious talking of Luzige and occasionally Loki, Crane had found some source of comfort in the background noise. Whilst he was by no means fearful of this strange new world, it had simply been reassuring to know he was doing a good job. But as a quiet, almost considerate sound of dreary movements filled the room Crane found that his responsibilities had been fulfilled.

"...Quiet night?"

The Fearow was unsurprised to find Skoll was the first to surface, greeting the mantis with a kindly smile. Crane gave a limp nod of his head, taking the opportunity to flex his stiffened wings as he looked back to see Kenna also slipping out of her unconscious state.
“Yeah,” He replied honestly, softly, in fear of awakening the others. Loki was still curled up on the counter, seemingly dead to the world as he remained lock in a false reality. Temporarily distracted by the peculiar state in which the fox had returned, Crane sighed and soon reaffixed his attention on the Scyther. “No monsters, no strangers. Loki came back a few hours ago,”

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Loki, still lost to an ensnaring slumber, remained totally deaf to the movements around him. His restless mind had been kept occupied in his sleep, breathing life into all manner of illustrious dreams whilst the demons of old lurked in the shadows, keen to snag and tear the rich tapestry of aspiration. Sometimes they would succeed, triggering the occasional twitch as his subconscious would determinedly struggle to repair such damage – unwilling to accept anything less than perfect.

"Loki..."

Someone was calling to him. Loki’s mind couldn’t register who, failed to recognise the light, lulling voice that pierced the veil of his dreams. He murmured something unintelligible, protecting paws shifting to reveal the canine’s features, almost serene in sleep. Yet it was wearing thin. As the same voice returned, luring him from such trivial fantasies, Loki gave a huff – mind and body rejecting the return to reality. Yet one, light touch to his arm was enough to inject him with life.

Loki reacted purely on instinct.

His previously limp body gave a violent jerk, eyes snapping open as a mixture of sheer terror and hatred could be seen encased within his cold orbs. His drowsy mind failing to register the Abra peering down at him, Loki reacted as he would to a stranger. There was no moment of pause. Propelled by fearful adrenaline, the canine snapped at the air inches before the female’s face in self-defence, dangerous fangs slicing effortlessly through the air. At the same time, he launched himself away from his accidental attacker, keen to escape striking distance. Yet in doing so, the fox soon found himself toppling from his perch and crashing to the ground with a surprised yelp.

He recovered at an alarming rate; back on his feet before he could catch his breath as he squared up to what was now revealed to be a concerned-looking Kenna. His stance aggressive, fur puffed up in a hopeless display of intimidation, Loki’s harsh expression slowly softened as realization dawned. He took a deep breath, half-relieved to find his life wasn’t endangered by a midnight assassin but rather a curious psychic. Whilst most would salvage a source of hilarity in the extreme reaction, Loki quickly found himself cursing the spectacular display of vulnerability. Glancing across the room, he’d found that almost the whole gang had played witness.
“Fuck,” He snarled under his breath, the venom of his tone only weakened by his exhaustion. Whilst his sleep had been mainly pleasant, it had been notoriously short-lived to leave him looking as dishevelled as he felt.

Running a claw through his mane, hoping to restore a shred of his usual sophistication, Loki took a moment to gather his thoughts. Propped tiredly against the nearest wall, head recovering from both the fall and sudden adjustment to the real world, the fox eventually turned to the on-looking group.
“Such an early start,” He grumbled, casting a dangerous glare to his personal alarm clock. Still, he reminded himself it had been an accident. As humiliating at the fiasco had proven, it was fair to say that his response had caused a satisfying amount of damage to the psychic’s own nerves. He managed a devilish grin, wishing he’d caught her reaction. “Sorry,”

(( Let me know if anything needs editing Phoe. I thought almost biting her face would be enough of a scare, lol. ))

(( I’ll introduce Jack & Danny on my next go. I’ll let the group wake up a bit first, haha. ^^; ))

It seemed Crane had had a simple night, his body language relaxed and eased. “Yeah,” he replied to Skoll's question, the bird's voice soft to not wake the others. “No monsters, no strangers. Loki came back a few hours ago.” At the mention of the fox, Skoll's attention turned to Loki, who was still oddly sleeping on the counter. How anything managed to sleep like that was beyond him, but... to each their own.

There was a small distraction of Luzige's sleepy ramblings, only earning a small, unenthused sigh from the scyther. "Nooo Skollll don't leaveeeee....dinner only startedddd..." the strange creature wailed mournfully, kicking his many legs in protest. "Don't worry...it's not gon' hurt, I'm just gon' take one of your arms and..." A furious giggle ensued, and Skoll was glad that the strange thing didn't get to finish his statement.

Ari awoke with a snort, her long neck craned upward in response to the shrill giggle. Frowning, obviously not ready to be disturbed from her slumber, she gave the bug-dog a firm kick in the ass before settling back down. "Shut up..." she groaned, nestling back into her earlier position, "too early for your... stupid... face..." But it seemed that the disruption wasn't enough to take its full toll on the bird, and she was soon snoring once more. Cue another sigh from Skoll.

"Loki..." A voice sounded softly to his side, and Skoll turned to find Kenna disturbingly close to the -somehow- still sleeping fox. "Loki? It's morning..." But once her hand touched his arm, he erupted, snapping and flailing in a way that launched him off his perch and down onto the tile. Ari jumped up, now fully awake, ready for action.

"What do I need to kill?!" she cried, eyes wide in a flurry to identify her enemy. Though startled at Loki's sudden reaction, Skoll remained calm once he saw that the snap had been completely out of instinct. He sighed and looked to Kenna, unsure of whether she could hear him. 'You should know better than to wake something like him...' he scolded lightly in his mind, making his way to the fallen fox.

“Such an early start,” Loki admitted, his countenance and composure regained. Skoll's frown remained, even as Loki's grin grew. "Sorry," he offered to Kenna, but the scyther felt uncomfortable with that gaze.

"...Well..." he began, looking to everyone in turn, "Looks like most everyone's up. Let's go ahead, get some food in us and start getting the supplies together for moving. There should be some defendable structure nearby within a day's walk where we'll be able to make camp."

As the Arachneon giggled and flailed at whatever he was dreaming about, he rolls over to his other side and begins to nibble on his own feet, drawing a red tinted droplet of gray blood. Another fit of mad laughter ensued, until he felt a foot kick him sharply in the rump. Squeaking in surprise, he rolls off to the side before colliding snout-first into the wall. "Shut up...too early for your... stupid... face..." Luzige whines and whimpers as he rubbed his sore nose, slowly getting up in a sleepy daze. He wobbles slightly, looking at the nick on his front foot and pouting. "Awww...it was a dream?"

When the Zoroark abruptly woke, snapping his jaws towards the Abra's face, Luzige's eyes widened and stumbled back in surprise. He blinked, fully awake now. "What do I need to kill?!" the Archeops had jumped up, and the Arachneon looked at Illusion Pokemon with an arched brow. Shrugging the moment off, the bug-type began to stretch, yawning as he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes. Gently he adjusted the metal collar around his neck, the accessory feeling a lot tighter around his throat than usual. Maybe I should get on a diet...?

"Looks like most everyone's up. Let's go ahead, get some food in us and start getting the supplies together for moving. There should be some defendable structure nearby within a day's walk where we'll be able to make camp." at the word food, the Arachneon jumps up and squeals. To hell with diets! "FOOOOOOOD!" he yips, almost dancing mid-air before he lands on all six of his feet, prancing around in circles. "Breakfast, breakfast, breaaaakfaaaaast~!" his singing was followed quickly by the grumbling of his stomach. "Everyone loves breaaaakfaaaast!"


She rips away the flesh of a freshly killed Rattata, only by pure luck had she been able to catch the poor thing--cornered against a wall as she finished it off with a quick Bite. Her teeth gingerly tore at it's scrawny figure, the rodent merely skin and bones. She frowned at this fact, looking down at the half-eaten carcass. "Fuck this shit." she grumbled, finishing her meal before making her way out of the dark alleyway. From where she stood, she could hear the distant voices of the others--probably not to far away. "Maybe I should rejoin later." Rico wondered out loud. "Maybe get some help for killing off that pest."

Snap!

Powerful jaws came rapidly towards her face, mere fractions of an inch from closing around her head. In a moment of complete an utter terror Kenna let out a horrified shriek before her Teleport kicked in and the yellow fox found herself on top of a fridge located in a far corner of the mart. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked back at the Zoroark she had awakened, his own reaction seeming just as tense as her own. Ari jumped up at the commotion, ready and eager as always for a fight which would have been touching if she had even for a moment thought that it would have been to protect her.

She probably didn't.

Skoll was giving her a disappointed frown and upon meeting his gaze his voice came filtering into her mind. 'You should know better than to wake something like him...' Her eyes softened sadly and she fought hard to keep herself from looking away. ~I suppose the old adage 'let sleeping dogs lie' applies to Zoroarks as well~ she responded sadly, her mental apology for Skoll alone. She would give Loki a proper one once her heart came out of her throat.

Said fox was currently trying to compose himself and Kenna felt her face heat up sheepishly at the knowledge that she had so easily lowered his defenses. “Such an early start,” The glare shot her way made her flinch, face falling and looking away in shame as arms curled around her. Almost as if giving herself a comforting hug, since she certainly wouldn't expect one from anywhere else. It was her fault he was so angry... Mentally kicking herself the Abra completely missed the apology offered her, too busy scolding herself to hear anything but her own voice.

Well, anything but one voice.

"FOOOOOOOD!" The high pitched squealing caused Kenna to whimper in pain and cover her ears. Luzige was an enthusiastic individual to say the least, but Kenna's sensitive ears couldn't handle how loud he could be at times. And why was he screaming about food? Had someone mentioned food? If they did why on Earth did the mention it in front of Luzige? He always rambled about eating so it stood to reason that if he hadn't eaten in a while he would go crazy.

The psychic herself was a little peckish but right now the last thing she wanted to do was eat. Her adrenaline was too high and her emotions to frazzled, what she needed more than food was a moment to collect herself. "Anything I can do to help?" she offered, floating gently down from the fridge. "I can easily carry anything with my powers so as to not weigh anyone down." A menial task, that was all she needed. Something to keep focus on and forget the angry fox in the corner for just a few minutes.

It seemed his inelegant awakening had been enough to bring the whole group to life; Air’s threatening entrance quick to accompany Kenna’s panicked teleportation out of harm’s way. Loki merely directed a wolfish grin towards the riled fossil, tilting his head lightly in greeting. With Crane lurking on the sidelines in a picture of social ineptness and Skoll commencing the day’s plan of action, it seemed only one individual was yet to have risen from the depths of slumber. Good. Loki took an infinite amount of pleasure in Luzige’s absence. Perhaps he’d strike gold and they’d ditch him whilst they had chance.

"FOOOOOOOD! Breakfast, breakfast, breaaaakfaaaaast~! Everyone loves breaaaakfaaaast!"

Well, so much for that plan. Wincing against the loud, shrieking noise that the bug-mutt was quickly becoming renowned for, Loki rose to his feet in a bid to escape the volume. At the same time, his eyes had wandered to Kenna’s own reaction to the group’s resident creep. It brought a small grin to his face, somewhat comforted in the news that he wasn’t the only one to suffer beneath Luzige’s freakish enthusiasm.
“Is he always this… excitable?” As the fatigued canine skulked towards the door, Crane had sought opportunity to quietly enquire into the bug’s welfare as he passed. The Zoroark stopped, looking between the gangly bird and maniac in question before giving a half-amused huff.
“You have no idea,” With that, Loki proceeded in his journey to the doorway, nuzzling it open to peer to the ghost town beyond. Lonely as ever it seemed. Leaning on the frame, he took deep inhales of the crisp morning air in a bid to quicken the reawakening on his senses.

"Anything I can do to help? I can easily carry anything with my powers so as to not weigh anyone down."

Crane turned to watch Kenna float elegantly down from her latest perch, smiling appreciatively at her offer of assistance and yet he was obliged to refuse. He shook his head lightly, regardless of whether the question required his input or not.
“Nonsense. I wouldn’t want to burden a lady,” Crane’s smile might have been charming hadn’t the remainder of his bedraggled appearance deteriorated it, unconsciously transforming such a gesture into something quite sinister. Still, the bird was aloof, instead turning to regard the boxes of supplies. There was certainly a generous amount but it only added to the challenge. Flexing his wings lightly, Crane was confident that despite the countless protruding bones he would rise to the responsibility.

Roy didn’t remember falling asleep. He didn’t even feel that tired last night, though the moment he had put his head down on the counter to take a break, he was out like a light.
Nothing really important or interesting happened in his dreams, he didn’t even know if he had one that night. All he knows is that one moments he’s sleeping like a baby, the next he’s snapped awake by the sounds of Loki spazing out for no reason.
His eyes wide as he looking around at everyone else starting to wake up, before shaking his head. He wanted to go back to sleep for a few more hours, but he knew he couldn’t right now. Letting out a big yawn while he stretched he jumped from the counter into one of the boxes about the floor, toppling it over before he scurried over to the others.

"Looks like most everyone's up. Let's go ahead, get some food in us and start getting the supplies together for moving. There should be some defendable structure nearby within a day's walk where we'll be able to make camp." Skoll said. No one had really introduced themselves to the Archen, so he learned everyone’s name from others calling them that.
They could go to the gym, or the pokemon centre, or maybe if they really wanted too the pokemon league place. Roy didn’t really know what he was talking about so maybe he should just keep what he was thinking to himself right now. He should just look for a means of getting all this stuff together for moving. What if they where attacked while packing? They would get them completely off guard.
"Should someone be on watch while we do all that? So none of those things catch us off guard?" Roy asked as he walked up to the hand bladed bug type. His question was probably unneeded seeing as how many strong pokemon there were here. Maybe he should just stop talking for the rest of the day, keep his ideas to himself. Maybe then everyone would be better off.

~I suppose the old adage 'let sleeping dogs lie' applies to Zoroarks as well~ The reply in Skoll's mind was soft and saddened, though he wasn't quite sure why. He only gave a small shrug in response, unsure how to reply. At least he hadn't hurt her and seemed to be recovering fairly quickly from the slightly embarrassing shock.

"FOOOOOOOD!" Skoll visibly flinched at Luz's enthusiastic declaration, the day not looking any more promising to be in the foodie's company. "Breakfast, breakfast, breaaaakfaaaaast~! Everyone loves breaaaakfaaaast!" Though the scyther knew that it was unlikely any scolding would actually be heard or taken to heart, Ari made his point for him. She threw a nearby chunk of drywall at the buggish hound, feathers ruffled a bit-- no doubt from being startled by Luz.

"Shut your stupid trap, you useless garbage can!" she snapped, readjusting herself on her perch on the counter. "You shriek like a fruitbat." Regardless, he moved to a few bags, knowing that they wouldn't be able to travel with too many of them. While his mind cried out to not waste, it was either let it rot or eat it now. Besides, even if the little Abra could carry all this with her psychic powers, she was still an abra and needed her sleep. When asleep, he wasn't quite sure she could still be used as a forklift. Using his scythes to gently push the bags, he brought three into the center of the reception area, in front of the counter. "Anything I can do to help?" she offered, floating gently down from the fridge. "I can easily carry anything with my powers so as to not weigh anyone down."

"Yeah," he began, opening the bags and toppling one all together in front of Luz. "Get your fill. We'll only be able to carry so much before it slows us down and makes us more vulnerable. Luz, you have your own bag, so stay out of the others. If you're still hungry, eat your feet." Ari dropped down, putting herself between Luz and the other bags, acting as a bouncer as she began shoveling food into her mouth. Skoll pulled some to himself and began to eat as he heard the little Archen speak from the crowd.

"Should someone be on watch while we do all that? So none of those things catch us off guard?" The scyther paused, but Ari, in her joy to speak to her little miniature, rose to the occassion.

"Good idea, Mini Me!" she chimed proudly, looking quickly over to the undead fearow. "So Crane, could we ask you to act as a lookout a little bit longer?"

[[Wow, it's been a while. Good to be back!]]