The LAVENDER Team

[quote="Kaze"]
Cketch gives a strange strangled yip that's halfway between a bark and a gasp.
That emotion smelt powerfully spicy like a Spelon Berry he had accidentally eaten once.
Those sounds from outside are a scuffle of voices.
Cketch swiftly follows Therese out of the house, staying in would hardly save him if there was a battle going on.
Swiftly he uses his Foresight on the scene.
His fears had come true, not content with the few that wandered into the tower the hot sand scent had come down to the streets.
Torrent's familiar scent was tinged bitter with anger, the small earth scented Noir smelt sweeter of despair and fear.
There was a new scent, the crackling ozone of an electric type mixed with...lanolin.
Cketch holds his tail at the ready.
The sand scent seems more menacing as if it has gotten larger.
The lanolin smell was in danger and the growing smell of worry cut a fine line through the air.
Cketch warily moves into the door frame as the two smaller pokemon are ushered inside, waiting to heighten his remaining senses and dodge at the last moment should it continue to attack.

His arm was about to fall uppon the Mareep as a large Dragon took it away, the Dragon was bigger than Halloween. The Scarecrow pokemon looked uppon it, with his arm still up...a grin of malice and hunger grew onto Halloween. Trick or Treat? the words crawled out of his mouth like the sandy blood that filled his veins, his Needle Arm grew in power as the raised arm and the growing and glowing thorns made it look he was holding a multi-bladed Scythe. He was about to slash at the Dragonite when he sundenly stopped.

"But that monster! He's the one that gave me candy!"

A Monster giving candy?...That's when Halloween's eyes widen and the maniacal expression faded...His eyes were directly fixated on Noir, the little Cubone. A Child with a mask on the darkness wanting candy, this immidiatly sparked Halloween's obsession with his belief and name sake. Using a Faint Attack he went past the Dragonite and swooped the child from their protection and the offering no one had noticed, he stayed on top of the roof of the house.

He sitted the cubone on his lap gently petting the small child's head showing what seemed to be compassion and caring. For an undead as old as Halloween it seemed to be much strange for such action and emotions. He handed to the cubone the skull filled with candy and the word "CHILD" carved onto the back. He watched the Cubone to see if it would accept it's offering.

With the bloodied walking oubliette before him, Torrent's eyes slitted,his hands cracking with electricity. As the monster threw his arm down to Torrent, its gaze was adverted by Noir's voice as he spoke to Therese. In an instant, the spiked demon was gone, and Torrent's heart stuttered as he prepared for pain in his back. However, he turned to see the thing on top of Sil's house, Noir somehow carefully in the monter's grasp.

His nostrils flared, and as much as he wanted to fly up and snatch Noir from the thing's clutches, he didn't want to endanger the kid. However, when the creature offered something to Noir, he saw his chance. The creature's defense was down, and his hold on Noir was light. The dragon's crippled wing stretched, twinging with the strain. It didn't matter. He needed to get Noir away from that thing... to get everyone away from it...

He shot up, not giving a sound of warning to tip off the creature. A shot of pain went through his back, and he felt his limbs go numb. But his mind was too focused on the rapidly approaching form of Noir to care. In a well-aimed swoop, he retrieved the little cubone from the monster's clutches, and landed near the others with a heavy, hard thud. Oh, he hurt.

"We need to kill this thing or get away. With the kids, I don't want to chance fighting it. I've never seen anything like it before," he growled to Therese as he watched the creature's movements. He held Noir close to him, not wanting to risk putting the little guy down.

((OOC: Permission to grab Noir given by Ana))

Before Noir could realize what had happened, he was in the lap of the large undead plant creature, his skull helmet fallen over his eyes. Noir shoved the skull back onto his head, realizing where he was as he stared up at the looming face. But as he was about to let our a screech, the monster handed him something. Noir looked down to see a large container of candy being pressed into his free claw.

"...W-why are yo-you..." Noir stuttered nervously, holding onto the skull in his paws. "A-are you a bad monster?..." He whimpered, staring up into the infecteds' crimson eyes. But before he could hear the answer, a heavy claw scooped him up. Everything was a blur, a heavy thud sounding, but he was held securely. Candy flew to the ground, their shiny wrappers shimmering brightly.
Noir looked up, recognizing the large dragon.
Torrent!

"We need to kill this thing or get away. With the kids, I don't want to chance fighting it. I've never seen anything like it before," He growled.
"The little Cubone interrupted.
"No! We have to go!" He whimpered, not wanting to see anyone hurt.
His hands were full with the skull of candy, his bone and his plush. The little Cubone wiggled in frustration, unable to use his claws.
"Please Torrent!" He begged, looking up at the dragon as best he could, his eyes wide with fear.

The Smeargle looks in concern at the small electric type.
"You have a name?" He asks tentatively.
Everyone is out there in the midst of the action, trying to drive out one of Them and he was here, protecting a child.
Cketch feels like a coward for not helping them but he is a coward, he didn't even have any attack moves, relying on the defense of his Detect and his swift feet to get him out of trouble.
Should he run now?
But where to, where could he be safer?
Chances were It wasn't alone and even if It was there was a chance that if he went off alone It would just chase him down later.
For one of Them it seemed to be confused.
Cketch was under no delusion though, it seemed to like the little Ground Type but that didn't mean it wouldn't hestiste to rip everyone else to shreds.

Halloween smiled as the child saw his present, it was trembling though, but Fear is good. Fear makes us not be fools. Although Halloween doesn't know what fear is anymore. The child questioned if Halloween was bad monster, he couldn't help but chuckle, he was about to pet the small child's head when suddenly it was snatched away.

The child was gone...the candy was put to waste. All thrown into the ground, the present he was giving to the child was ripped off and everything he dreamed to give...to one sad child...was just kicked off of his hands and crushed in the ground by one big low tempered parent...

He held his hands against his face sobbing as he slowly got up, he started to cry, his hands covering his face as tears and sandy blood crawled through his thorny fingers, he moved his fingers slightly appart as he stared at the flying behemoth. That being that took what he wished, his only visibly eye showed an expression of rage, hatred and wrath.

His sobs turned into heavy breathing, the heavy breathing into miss matched growls, he clawed at his own face as he extended his arms up roaring and screaming loudly in pure anger shooting Pin Missile through every single direction his body could shoot. After his outburst he stared at the Dragonite. Time to slay the Dragon, was all he had in mind...slay the Dragon and save the Children.

"No, we have to go!" Noir's little voice cried out. "Please, Torrent!"

For a moment, the dragonite's heart was torn. He had sworn himself to protect the house, to wait for the possibility of his daughter coming back... the only things that mattered to him were the house and his daughter... but this monster was destroying the house and abandoning it meant abandoning his daughter...

Pain brought him out of his reverie as the cacturne's pin missle attacked his broad shoulder and bad wing, making it more painful that what it already was. He grunted and held Noir closer to him, wanting to keep him safe from the creature. "Get out of the house!" he bellowed, using his bulk to create a barrier so the others wouldn't get hit. He charged up a thunderpunch, then smashed it as hard as he could into the side of the house, breaking the worn, old support beams. It cracked under his attack, but did not break. He grunted as he punched it again and again, feeling each and every hit as if he were destroying his own soul.

Finally, the snap he wanted. The entire wall gave way, the ceiling that the creature was standing on giving way and collapsing. With it, the rest of the house crumbled, shattering all memories and hopes it held inside. Everything he held onto, everything... Torrent turned quickly away from the sight and looked to the others. "We need to get out before it can get out of the rubble. We go North, to Rock Tunnel." It was not a question. It was not a suggestion. It was an order; they needed shelter, water and food, most of which would be around the cave. "Whoever isn't fast should get on," he added, hunkering down for the others.

'Wings, get me through this one last time,' he thought grimly to himself, hoping that he had enough strength to keep him from crashing and killing the others.

"We need to kill this thing or get away. With the kids, I don't want to chance fighting it. I've never seen anything like it before," Before the Marowak could Reply, Noir shouted out. "No! We have to go! Please, Torrent!" Therese frowned. She turned back to the Cacturne only to watch it... Cry? It's stubby arms were brought to it's face as sandy liquids fell to the ground. She stepped back, nervous. What was the undead going to do now?

Her question was answered as quickly as she thought it when the giant cactus roared and shot pin missiles in all directions. Too quick to dodge, Therese stumbled backwards with pain. She looked towards Torrent, was he alright? There was that sickening feeling in her stomach again... Almost as if her guts somersaulted and leaped with every feeling she had in her body. The Marowak could only watch, her body frozen from the disgusting lurching within herself as Torrent shielded them. "Get out of the house!" He shouted, punching the wall with a Thunderpunch. What was he doing? Wasn't that his house? Didn't that building mean something to him?

Doesn't it hurt?

With a final grunt and snap the wall gave way and toppled onto the undead. The whole house had collapsed. Her eyes were still locked on Torrent as he turned away. It was like he didn't want to see the house anymore. "We need to get out before it can get out of the rubble. We go North, to Rock Tunnel." Therese had questions. Too many questions. All spinning in her head and she wanted to blurt them all out but she had only managed to mutter a "Alright." "Whoever isn't fast should get on,"

Therese, although not exactly the fastest, refused to get on Torrent. She reckoned he would be carrying both Children or the Smeargle, and she didn't want to slow him down. "To the Rock Tunnel then." the Marowak murmured, already starting to stride up North. The sickening feeling was still there, but hopefully nobody would notice.

(OoC-I'm really sorry, got some bad new about my mom, just kinda destroyed my will to post...)

Cketch easily manages to roll out of the way of the falling house and coughs as the dry plaster dust gets into his fur.
It's time to leave apparently, to some place called the Rock Tunnel.
Cketch can hardly blame them, the smell of that Thing makes his fur stand on end.
The sound of the buildings collapse and the cloud of smells disorientates him for a moment and he can barely hear Torrent's demands.
He simply flees northwards.

Yasille bounced around happily within the house. The oblivious Mareep was all too thrilled to be around nice new friends to be bothered with those scary undead or any of the newfound horrors of the world. However she did hear the rukus outside and she turned around to face the window and the door, her bright eyes wide with fear and worry. Was Noir okay? Was Torrent? Did that frightening spikey thing get to them? Yasille completely forgot about the barrage of questions that she had thrown at the Smeargle and she bleated softly. She would not forgive herself if her friends got hurt protecting her. 

The electric sheep shook her head from side to side- those were not happy thoughts! Happy thoughts made her happy while sad thoughts made her sad. She opened her jaws to speak with the Smeargle when she heard grunts of pain from outside. "Torrent!" she cried out, but was met with a startling command:  "Get out of the house!" the Dragonite roared. Almost immediately impacts started to smash into the side of the house where hia voice came from. Yasille didn't need to be told twice. She quickly followed the Smeargle's lead and rushed out of the house to see that Torrent was vicously attacking the house. The Mareep tilted her head to one side. What made his attacks so feirce?

Yasille stood with the others and watched with the others as the Dragonite brought down the house in an imresaive display. She flinched as the beams and walls splintered under the undead, taking him down with it. Then Torrent turned back to the others, a haunted look in his small eyes. "We need to get out before it can get out of the rubble. We go North, to Rock Tunnel." Yasille nodded automatically at his words- they were strong and certain. They made her feel safe. "Whoever isn't fast should get on," Torrwnt added, getting down onto all fours to give the others the chance to ride his back. The Mareep was not foolish- she knew that she was not fast enough to keep pace with him or the Marowak. She scrambled onto his back, findin her footing after a second. "Sorry for the inconveniance, Torrent," she squeaked to him.

The roof crumbled under his feet, the Dragonite was starting to smash the house and it sent it into dust making Halloween dive into the concrete of the broken house. The Cacturne was submerged in concrete and bricks and nearly burried alive leaving a great opening for them to escape.

He could hear their voices drifting away into distance before his mind was plunged into unconsiouness, in a state of near sleeping he could feel his mind becoming hazy and he was thrown to a dream world of his own...of his own fantasies. Feeding the children and protecting them from dangerous...That's what Halloween was all about, that's why he still existed...and it shall be what he'll exist for ever.

The creature fell with the ruins of his old home, and with the crumbled debris, something in himself shattered. But now was not the time to lose faith, to let the others around him down. They were counting on him. The smeargle ran for it, and little Yasille hopped onto his back. With Noir still firmly in his grasp, he looked to Therese, who didn't get on. "To Rock Tunnel, then," she replied softly.

He nodded, and opened his wings once again, ignoring the searing pain his shoulder and bad wing were causing him. His form shot into the sky, away from the monster, away from the horrors, and flew to Rock Tunnel. He remembered the small mareep on his back and minded himself and made his way North, spotting the smeargle and Therese along the way. He soared down, heading to the open, dark maw of the cave. They were close.

Suddenly, the worst. His bad wing gave out, flailing limply in the wind. His eyes widened as his flight pattern shifted and he tumbled in the air, lost to gravity for a moment. Snarling to himself, he flipped himself to where his broad back faced the ground, and his eyes on the sky. He searched the sky for Yasille, but his vision blackened for a moment as he hit the ground.

Dazed, he tried to find the small sheep around him, wanting to cushion her fall with his bulk... like Noir... "...Noir... You... You ok... Son...?"

Therese was sprinting. Simply sprinting along the grass and weeds and away from Lavender Town. She could see the entrance in the distance, they were almost there. The Marowak's legs started to run even faster, tiring her. It was hard enough to keep up with stubby limbs but with a flying dragon? Near hell. Needless to say she began to panic when said dragon began to tumble in the air.

"Torrent?!" she called, screeching to a halt as the Dragonite fell to the ground. "Torrent, Torrent are you okay?" Therese asked, slightly panicked. "Are you hurt? Is everyone else alright?" The Marowak constantly looked back to where they had come from, checking to see if the Cacturne was coming back or maybe other undead. Being like this in the dark definitely and rather obviously not safe, and she wanted to try and get to the Tunnel before something got to them.

[OOC: Don't have a ton of inspiration to post right now, sorry.]

Noir gasped as he saw the ground speeding towards them. His eyes grew wide as Torrent flipped upside down, making the bowl he had fly out of claws.
"Aa-aaaah!" He cried out as he desperately clutched at his Pika and club. Dirt exploded into the air as they collided with the ground hard. As the dust cleared, Noir coughed into Pika, feeling the immense weight of Torrents' claws clamped around him.
"...Noir... You... You ok... Son...?" he heard the dragon grunt.
...Son...Tears came to his eyes as he shimmied out of the dragons' limp grip and stood on his chest.
"Yeah, are you ok?" He said in a small voice, looking at the dragon worriedly, his eyes wide and watery. The darkness was growing darker, and he struggled to see his face.

The Smeargle yelps as Torrent tumbles from the sky.
He can smell the blood on the injured wing and he fears that there was something wrong with the leathery smelling dragon pokemon.
The sand scent, he couldn't smell it anymore.
Maybe it was dead and, for a little while, they would be safe again.
He wasn't built for this kind of life.
He had no claws or fangs. He was an artist not a fighter.
Cketch approaches Torrent.
The dark was spreading across the landscape but he had no way of knowing that.
What he did know is that they had only delayed the inevitable.

No-one was safe anymore.

The smeargle takes his equivalent of a head count.
Lanolin and ozone.
Dusty bone.
Leather and blood.
Bone with a hint of bitter berries.
Cketch smells himself.
Unkempt fur and paint.

Where to hide now?

She heald on tight as Torrent began to move. She bleated softly, managing to make her way to the great dragon's left shoulder as he took off. The force was tremendous! Yasille cried out happily as they began to move so fast, her green eyes shinning as she grinned and her orbed tail waved back and dorth behind her. She was flying! Really and truly flying! Her spirits soared; that was the best she had felt in so very long!

Her childish eyes drank in the entire scene, even with the speed that they were moving at. The Smeargle and the Marowak were right on Torrent's heels, managing to keep up somehow even when he flew high above them. The clouds were so close- and they all looked just like her! Yasille giggled at the thought. She was yellow! But suddenly things went wrong. The Mareep cried out as suddenly Torrent was going down, dropping the short distance to the ground and, before she could react, Yasille was thrust away from him and Noir as the dragon twisted midair. She bleated in vein after them, but was ripped away.  She whimpered in fear, her eyes snapping shut as she fell through the air. It was not a long distance, but before she could land, a shreik peirced through her. Her bright eyes snapped open to see an infected pidgeotto diving right at her. Without thought, Yasille shot a jolt of electrical power at the bird, frying it before it could touch her. 

But then she was glowing, like, really glowing. Her body felt as if it were made of puddy in a child's grasp. Her tail was tugged on by greedy fingers and her torso lengthened to allow her to walk on hind legs.

By the time she hit the ground, the Mareep had evolved into a Flaffy.


Yasille landed with a soft grunt, rolling her now much larger body as to not hurt herself. Her body was so long now- and she could stand! A wide, joyous grin split her face as the Flaffy stood up for the first time in her life. She discovered that her hind legs easily supported her while her forepaws felt comfy just being heald against her wooly body. With a happy cry, she trotted the short way to the others.

"Looksie! Looksie!" Yasille cried happily as she came close to Torrent and Noir. She was giggling so hard that she could not stand it and was bouncing on her feet, full of energy. "I evolved!"

His dreams were soon ripped off as Reality yanked him back to awakening. His wrath building up as he roared loudly and bursted out of inbetween the rubbling, his roar could've been heared from miles. His crimson eyes scanned the area, he could still get their scent but it was very weak...They were leaving this area, if he wanted them he should try to be quick.

He started sprinting as fast as he could following their scent, it seemed they have been gone for only a few minutes but they have been quite fast. He continued on his run but soon he tripped, growling loudly his thorns started to glow and grow sharp as he slashed at the ground where he tripped. He was quite angry...but his anger soon turned into curiosity, he saw something on the ground.

It was shiny, he picked it up and removed it from the dirt, it was round and shiny, like a disc. It was also reddish...Halloween was confused as he had never seen something alike...at least his memory couldn't remember. He stuck a finger on the small hole of the disc and let it spin on his finger, he put a claw on the disc, his mind remembered there were discs like this that sometimes could do somethings like play music...although he doesn't actually remember how...He knew it had to spin and have a needle on it...

Suddenly the disc started to glow and it started to disappear within his own hand as if he was absorbing it, Halloween was intrigued by it. He wondered if at changed anything in him. He tried to use his Needle Arm...his thorns started to glow and grow as he sliced a tree. Yep it worked. Next it was his pin missile, his finger thorns started to glow and he shot several thorns per second like a minigun. Still good, he could feel his faint attack was present. But when he tried to use his Magical Leaf it didn't worked...He wondered why. But he quickly shook his thought aside, there's no time to waste, he must find those creatures and destroy them!

A small wave of relief washed over Torrent as the small cubone came into his line of sight, trembling with concern. "Yeah, are you ok?" the child answered, looking the dragonite over. The latter gave a pain smile; that fall had done a number on him, and he was pretty sure most of those pin needles were embedded into him now... With a nod, Torrent moved to get up, sitting upright on the craggy ground. For a moment, his eyes were on the darkening sky, and he knew they needed to get indoors before that thing found them again...

The sky reminded him of his other passenger, and he quickly looked around for the bright little sheep. "Yas..." He soon found that he didn't need to call out for her, for she found them first, and as a shiny new flaaffy. "I evolved!" she cried with happiness.

Another sigh of relief escaped him, and he soon saw Therese and Kaze nearby. Good. Forcing himself to stand, he looked toward the cave. "We made it... Good. Let's get inside..." A roar sounded from nearby and he flinched a little. "..Before we're found again..."

It looked like everyone was okay. Huge relief. Therese gave a small smile as she saw Yasille's new form. "Looksie! Looksie! I evolved!" The Marowak nodded. "Congratulations! How did it feel to evolve?" Seeing the Flaafy so happy and upbeat also raised her spirits. The Bone Keeper Pokemon could see Torrent slowly getting up. Noir was okay too.

"We made it... Good. Let's get inside.....Before we're found again..." The was a roar from nearby where they were, and Therese immediately nodded. She did not want to get caught up in another battle. Before she could reply, the Marowak was suddenly engulfed in a fit of hacks and coughs. She tried to say something but was only met with the feeling of being unable to breath. What was happening to her? Why was she suddenly like this? As her fit subsided she began to inhale deeply. "Um... Sorry. I don't know what got over myself." she murmured quietly.

...Really, what was wrong with her?

As the Dragonite painfully got up, Noir hopped off, landing lightly next to him. The little Cubone adjusted his skull helmet as his gaze went back to the enormous dragon, but turned to the fluffy creature that came prancing up to them.
"I evolved!" She bleated ecstatically as she giggled and bounced around uncontrollably. Noir shrunk back a bit in annoyed confusion as he narrowed his eyes at her.
That girl is WAY too happy.

"Congratulations! How did it feel to evolve?" the Marowak said, her voice seemingly happy as well.
Evolve?...Is that what that's called? the Cubone pondered before a roar erupted in the distance, startling him from his thoughts. Clutching at his Pika tightly, he dashed back to Torrents' side, looking back with fear.

"We made it... Good. Let's get inside.....Before we're found again..." Torrent said, his voice thick with worry. The Cubone gulped as looked towards the cave.
"But it's dark in th-" He began, before a fit of coughing stopped him short. Noir turned to see the Marowak desperately gasping for air.
"Um... Sorry. I don't know what got over myself." She muttered, seemingly embarrassed. Noir waddled closer to her, his Pika dragging behind him.

"...Are you okay? Are you sick?..." He quietly asked, his eyes wide with concern.

Cketch looks concerned as Therese starts to cough.
He rests his paw on her shoulder as she straightens up.
"Mon Amie, are you o.k?" He asks her as they flee like ratatas into the damp earth place.
This thing probably wasn't dead and there didn't seem to be anything they could do but try to escape.
He smiles however when he hears Yasille's voice and smells there is a touch more ozone in her warm scent.
Her enthusiasm seemed to be contaigious.

Yasille was still twirling happily when the Marowak nodded to her, saying "Congratulations! How did it feel to evolve?" The Flaaffy stopped turning around in cicrles but was still giggling nonstop. She was so much bigger and strong now! She could help with their plight against the undead! The Flaaffy was suddenly more sure than she had ever been before- yes, she would survive. That she was now more sure of than she had ever been. Her  right gaze was still dancing but she calmed down enough to smile up at her. "It felt funny at first!" Yasille replied to the Marowak with a flash of a toothy grin. "Almost like I was being stretched out like taffy! But now I feel better than ever!" Yasille was high on life, more than usual, and she was more than happy to share it with her new friends.

But then Torrent made thigs serious again. The newly evolved pokemon straightened her back and payed attention to the Dragonite with a serious face as he stood. "We made it... Good. Let's get inside..." A loud rumble in the distance interrupted him, a monsterous roar that sent shivers down her spine. Yasille bleated softly before regUrding Torrent again with  now solemneyes. "..Before we're found again..." He seemed to be in pain and it hurt the Flaaffy. She watched him with concern, but before she could reply, the Marowak burst out in a terrible coughing fit.

Yasille turned and watched her nearly double over, concern now making her eyes impossibly wide. But just as fast, it was over, and she oviously took many large gulps of air before speaking."Um... Sorry. I don't know what got over myself." she murmured quietly.  Yasille rushed over to her side, bleating in distress. Her eyes were hard but waited until the others asked their concerns before speaking. "No need to apologize, missy! If we need to get shelter quickly so that you can regain your strength then we can do that. Do not apologize." And with that Yasille followed the group, but kept close to the Marowak's side. Just in case she had another fit. "Oh! I am afraid that I never cought your name," Yasille commented to her with a smile despite them fleeing for their lives.