(ACE) The FORTREE Team

Acht was roosted on bridge, looking at the horizon towards the rising sun. Fog was beginning to cover the sky, and she could see a flock of undead far off towards a different city. She loved Hoenn, it was always such a unique place to her. It was always a warm region due to the Volcano, she could still remember going to Lavaridge with her caretaker for a nice sand bath. She hummed a quiet tune, plucking the strings on her Kayagum.

Without warning, she suddenly burst into flight, gripping her instrument and the papers inside as she swooped down towards the Market. She gracefully landed at the broken down entrance, carefully positioning her Kayagum on the wall and hopping to a patch of berry trees. She carefully examined the Oran Berries growing there, then plucked one off a branch and chewed, relishing the taste. She could feel the infected flock coming towards the city, it's better to get her energy back and fight instead of tire herself out by running.

After she ate her fill, she grabbed her instrument immediately and flew into one of the houses, storing it away in the corner. She had no desire for it to be damaged during the battle as she glided out, hovering in the air as she squinted for a batter look at her opponents. She could see that most of them were Altaria and Swablu, but there were Skarmorys in the mix too.

She silently swooped into a different house, waiting. Her mind's gears turning. She was outnumbered heavily and the only though that came to mind was a surprise attack. And thus, she waited for them to get close enough, to seperate and hunt them down individually to decimate their numbers.

Ria sat quietly in one of the homes up in a tree that humans used to live in before they had to flee from the infection. She had fled from it to, but now she has no need for such foolish things, for she was already one of them. The infected Vespiquen was busy filling jars she found laying about in Fortree with her sweet honey to even bother with the flock of infected flying pokemon that was passing overhead. She made sure not to get any blood that had gathered on her into the honey, she didn’t want to taint her perfect honey with the blood of the dead. For it had to be perfect, cause she wouldn’t take anything less then that.

She began to grow a hungry, hunger that her honey could not quench, only that sweet red honey could satisfy it, and it could only be obtained through killing those with beating hearts. She would return to make more of her honey, once she was finished with satisfying her hunger, even though it was hard to keep it satisfied, she had no choice. Her wings began to buzz as she lifted her body off the ground and out of the tree house. On the look out for anything that moved, an empty jar in her clutch so that she could fill it with the red honey once she got it. Her hunger would be satisfied, one way, or another.

Watson had been traveling for what seemed like forever. His hypothesis was right, the infection had spead across Johto, it was now in the region of Hoenn. The Slowking had never been to this region, therefore, he was desperately lost. Many Altaria, Swablue, and Skarmory flew past Watson.
More infected. He thought, and he sighed. Would this epidemic ever end?

Reaching a bridge, he slowly walked across. The bridge creaked softly. Abandoned houses surrounded this town. Similar to tree houses, they were. Humans made these, Watson was impressed by the architecture. Maybe not all humans were cruel like that terrible trainer he used to have. The Slowking shuttered.

He heard a voice.

Were there other living Pokemon in this place? The Slowking hoped. Watson wasn't much on his own. If he was with other Pokemon, however, things were quite different. He had learned this from his experiance on Moo Moo farm, where he had met many amazing Pokemon.

He had also learned to love.

Sighing, he began to try to find the sound of that voice he heard. After searching from house to house, he peeked in on two Pokemon. A Togekiss and an Aerodactyl.

The Slowking slowly walked into the house, the Aerodactyl seemed to be...waiting for something. The flock of the flying Pokemon came back to him, it must be them. An attack, perhaps? he thought. May I help you? The Slowking spoke softly.

((OOC:Long post for once. xD Anywho, Watson isn't fo sho that's Sherlock, he's being cautious soooo... yeah. :U))

#3829 had been traveling aimlessly through the region, looking for the answer to his question. He had encountered few pokemon, but they could not answer him, so he did the only other thing that felt right to him, he killed and he ate. Other than that, he had no purpose, for it was all lost to him now. “What is my purpose…” It angered him that there were others out there that could happily say they had their own purpose, even if it’s as simple as “staying alive”, it was still more than he could ever claim for himself.

He had staggered into the strange town, noticing the way each of the buildings seemed to grow out of the trees. The place looked like a colony of giant hives clustered together, which only served to provoke the beedrill. He smashed a window of a building, and was intended to destroy the whole structure, but he caught a whiff of a very familiar scent. Honey. He followed the scent to its origin, maybe, he could find a purpose with this whiff of the past, and if not, its owner could be #3829’s temporary purpose, as food to be eaten.

Acht saw the Togekiss drift towards her. "Need some help?" Acht frowned, staring, before giving her response. "Sure. I'm planning on picking them off one by one, so then I can slowly decimate them." she explained. "Lure them out one by one and kill them, it's an easy tactic and the whole flock will be in a frenzy because it's a surprise attack."

Then a Slowking appeared. "May I help you?" Acht had to restrain herself from yelling where the hell all these Living are coming from. Last time she checked the city, it was dead except for the infected everywhere. She held back an exasperated sigh. "Sure, you can stand here and either attack with long range attacks or alert us of more infected." she murmured.

She could smell a scent, something sweet. It was like honey, but it was coming from one of the many homes. She frowned. She didn't know there was honey in the city... She shook her head and ignored it, bracing herself. "Ready....? Go!" she yelled flying out of the house. She glided downwards as 2 Altarias began a chase.

For a moment, she stopped, only to blast up a strong Fire Blast at the whole flock, making the 2 Altarias chasing her fall to the ground and making the rest screech in surprise and disperse.

“Its all mine,” Ria said as she slowly made her way back to the hut filled with her honey. Her hands and mouth covered with new blood as well as a jar filled one in her clutches. She had managed to find a week little pokemon on the outskirts of Fortree, so she didn’t have to go far for her meal. She looked up at the infected flying types over head, they seemed to be getting attacked by something, so she flew higher to get a better look at what was going on.
About two or three living pokemon where killing off the flock of flying infected, though she didn’t care much, they where getting dangerously close to her hut. The what living even managed to take down an infected far to close to it, so she started to get angered, there was no way they where going to destroy something she worked so hard to make.
She dropped her jar of blood and flew at the one that couldn’t fly, screeching angrily. “Go away!” She yelled as she used her X-scissor, aiming for a kill blow.

Go! The Aerodactyl yelled, as it flew out of the house. Watson nodded, and moving closer, unleashed a strong Water Pulse at the flock of bird Pokemon. He used Psychic, controlling an Altaria with his mind, and making it crash to the ground. The careless undead Pokemon... The Slowking muttered, as he unleashed another water pulse.

Go away! An unknown voice shouted, and Watson was suddenly hit hard, and the Slowking was taken aback. He took a moment to recover, and then, looking to the source of the sound and hit, unleashed a water pulse.

((OOC: OTL I'm so sorry for a short post!))

#3829 gradually made his way to the hut where the familiar sweet scent was coming from. Random infected bird pokemon had tried to get in his way, so he had to waste some time dealing with them, those infected birds were too busy trying to kill him to be able to offer up a purpose. Before changing into a purposeless being, he had little to no experience battling, but without the worry of what happens to himself now without a purpose, he was more reckless and bolder, making him victorious in fending off the birds.

The hut the smell was coming from looked exactly like any other hut in this place, it was a miracle that the humans could distinguish between them. It was filled with a few jars of the scent he had grown up with, he could still vaguely remember his past, but this vivid smell was ingrained with one particular aspect of his past life. “My Queen….” #3829 tasted some of the gooey honey of the jars, and was distressed to find that the taste no longer appeased him, having meet no living pokemon so far, he had yet to know the heavenly taste of flesh and blood.

The maker of the honey had to be near, maybe it would know his purpose. He placed the jar back down when he heard the commotion outside, maybe there was his purpose.

Apocalypse was performing his usual flopping around until he reached a nearby pond where he could moist up for further travel. "Oh great (gasp) water!" Excitingly, he moved faster until he jumped right into the water feeling enjoyed and relaxed. Unfortunately this didn't last long because of a nearby Skarmory that decided to come down and grab him for a meal. "Hey, let me return!" Of course it didn't listen to the worthless little being and continued toward Fortree. The Skarmory sensed something nearby and uknowingly loosened its claw and dropped Apocalypse, landing him in a nearby house. There was currently a battle going on between infected and living, Apocalypse prayed the living would lose to at least get leftovers. From the outside a familiar face came in, it was the Skarmory that brought him there. He started using his Splash attack that brought no outcome of success towards him. "Nobody disrespects the Swimming Apocalypse!"

Acht Fire Blasted several Skarmories, making them screech and fall to the ground. There were some things going on around her bust she ignored it. She barely knew the strangers around her and they can be dead for all she cared. Of course, she trusted that they were strong. Afterall, who would rush into a fight they knew they were going to lose?

"Nobody disrespects the Swimming Apocalypse!" Acht whipped her head around to find a Skarmory attacking a Magikarp a few houses away. "Swimming... Apocalypse?" she gave a small laugh. A very interesting name for a Magikarp who couldn't defend oneself.

She swiftly flew over to the Skarmory, using a quick Stone Edge to kill it. She perched on the railings of the platform, using Fire Blast on any bord who came near. She looked back to the undead. "You alright?" it felt awkward asking an undead the question, especially a Magikarp, but she couldn't leave someone who couldn't protect themselves alone.

[Ooc: Skip Me, Sherlock is just having a brawl with birds]

Ria had managed to made contact with the strange pink one that was unable to fly, but she was soon hit herself as it countered with a water pulse. She screamed in anger. “How dare you attack me!” She complained as she went in for another attack. This time she used double team, and then had them all get in close with a Slash attack, hopefully giving the pink pokemon no possible place to escape.

Her flying began to falter from her wings getting wet from the water pulse and her attack didn’t make contact with the foolish Slowking. It got lucky, and it wasn’t going to happen again.
The infected Vespiquen did a crash landing on the ground, her wet wings making it imposable to get back in the air, she would have to wait for them to dry before she could continue her attack.

#3829 was following the ruckus that was being caused nearby, the flock of skarmory that where practically blocking out the sun before had lessened considerably. In the sky he could see a giant flying purple pokemon and a smaller white one fighting off all the undead. But it was the activity happening on the ground that got his attention. A slowking had been fighting an infected, it attacked him first, but it quickly countered with a water attack. It was obvious that the water was affecting the infected pokemon’s ability to fly, making the wings slower and sluggish.

Things seemed to slow down a bit when he finally figured out what kind of pokemon that infected was. It was black and yellow, but half of the body seemed to be turning purple, though it did not look natural. It was a vespiqueen, the queen of his hive. “My Queen.” In a trance like state, #3829 flew over to his queen, hoping beyond anything else that she would take him back into the hive, that he can be part of the unit, that he would have a purpose once more. But when he got close enough to clearly examine the vespiqueen, he was disappointed to see that it was not his queen.

He still had some hope though, all pokemon he had met had not been able to give him a clear answer, maybe she would. “My…purpose…what is it?” A simple question, yet no one ever seemed to have an answer.

"Am I alright? I had him on the ropes and then you come in and take the kill that was rightfully mine. Why I ought to." Apocalypse was angry about something he had no chance of defeating himself, but couldn't realize that. In his anger he began attacking Acht with the only move he knew best, Splash. "Take some of this and that." This was aggrivating to anyone he did this on, only imagination can wonder about what Acht is thinking.

(Slange's character is going to handle Swimming Apocalypse getting out of the team.)

[OOC: I got permission to do this.]

"Am I alright? I had him on the ropes and then you come in and take the kill that was rightfully mine. Why I ought to." Acht almost fell over laughing as she squawked. "Rightfully yours? PLEASE. You can't even hurt me!" she mocked as Swimming Apocalypse tried to hit her with a splash attack. "Take some of this and that." She rolled her eyes and grabbed him with one of her foot, and flung him towards the sea. "Fail."

She looked towards the Togekiss, who was brawling with a few Skarmories. Without another thought she blasted a multiple Fire Blasts in his directions to kill the Skarmories, but she found that the infected had dodged out of the way and Sherlock fell to the ground- half alive and severely burned. She gasped quietly but then shook her head. Why should she care for a Pokemon she barely knew?

She looked around to see the Slowking missing. Oh well. One less pest to deal with, she supposes.

((Please Skip me, She is going to die soon anyway.))

((Feel free to ignore my post, just my beedrill dishing out some mental torture to an imaginary slowking >;D))


#3829 only took his eyes off the pink slowking for a minute to admire the yellow and black queen, but in that time it seemed to disappear. Whether it ran off or what, was still unknown to him, but he was guessing it did run, taking the moment when the queen’s wings where dripping wet and practically unusable to flee. Seeing this queen in this drenched state somehow filled him with rage, after all this time wandering, trying to fill the hole left by his hive and his old queen, he had finally found a possible purpose, and the pink thing goes and sullies her.

He felt like breaking off its legs, one by one, then using his natural venoms to give the slowking a slow and painful death. He would possible even feed it a few pecha berries to counteract the poison, just so that he may inject more venom to make the pain last hours. By the end, he would be begging for forgiveness for ever messing with a vespiqueen, and then and only then would he finish it off, and offer up the body to the queen to do with as she pleases, maybe that would get him on her good favor.

[OOC: I got permission to do this too. |D]

Acht swiftly rose from her perch, eyeing the Vespiqueen. 'Wait a vain creature.' she thought, gritting her teeth at it. Without another word, she swooped down at an alarming speed towards the bee, talons outstretched. Soon her feet clasped onto the undead's arms but Acht didn't stop, she kept shooting downwards towards the ground.

Right before the moment she collided with the earth, she let out a fire blast. The lick of flames made everything below burst to life as the raging blaze engulfed the two bodies. Acht clenched her jaw as her wings began to burn, her claws released the infected who was now slowly turning to dirty ashes. Acht hissed as she limped out from the fire, dropping to the ground.

"Not... Dead... Yet." she growled, but then she soon closed her eyes. Still alive, but barely.

The giant winged beast who was preoccupied with the flying infected pokemon suddenly turned its attention to the vespiqueen. The unworthy pokemon dared to grab a queen with its dirty talons, and rammed her into the ground, even going as far as to burn her on impact. The smell of burning flesh filling the air, both of the queen and of the flying beast, he would have taken solace in the fact that it was also burned if it was not for the sight of the queen. He watched in horror as she was not yet dead, her burning form crawling out of the fire, begging for a hive to protect her, he might have finally have found his purpose, but that wretched beast hurt her, for no reason too.

#3829 flew to his new queen’s side, he could see her sad eyes slowly closing, he did not want her to die alone, but he was unable to make it to her side on time. His purpose, found and lost so fast, he had lost his second queen… Her limp body laid there, the wings burnt off, the body badly mutilated, and the once yellow color now burnt black, leaving the being purple and black. “…my…queen…” He hated the beast with every fiber of his being, it had lost him his only chance to have a purpose in life, he wanted nothing more than to avenge his queen, but a queen needs to be laid to rest first.

#3829 quickly picked up the body of the vespiqueen, if he left her here, who know what other cruel things it may do to defile her body. He flew off into the forest with her body, using the trees for cover, it was not until he was absolutely sure he was not followed that he made his way back to the hut where he first found all the honey. It was obvious it was her dwelling, a place to store her honey, for the time being he could think of no better place than here for a proper queen. He laid her body face up in the middle of the hut, and positioned all the honey jars around her corpse, after which he laid her hands on top of her chest, one over the other, a position fit for a queen. In killing his queen, the flying beast had lost him his purpose, but in losing purpose, he strangely found a new one, to take revenge for his queen, he would make sure that beast felt his sting.

Lurking within the shadows cast by the screen of leaves hanging over the tree’s branches, Moriarty had spent a good few minutes observing the chaotic scene with a slight smirk on his face from the safety of the foliage. Draped lazily on one of the larger branches, the Persian watched with silent interest as the battle between a flock of flying infected and several plucky survivors commenced. His attention had constantly flickered between the threat of being prematurely discovered by the infected and his curiosity of one particular creature, an aerodactly. His dark orbs followed the dragon-type’s movements as it took out multiple enemies before diving down to launch a brutal, but quick attack on a bee-like creature whose name escaped him – whatever it was, it looked fairly powerful. As an eruption of flames exploded on the ground below, a certain disappointment crossed the feline’s slim face. The aerodactyl had emerged wounded – Such a shame, he thought, watching the fire dance along the creature’s wings, What strength....

With a sigh, he looked up to the skies to watch the remainder of the infected flee; they had clearly decided that it was better to lose their dignity rather than their lives. He smirked slightly; perhaps these creatures had some common sense after all. Stretching out his slender, cream body, he nimbly made his way down to the ground, eager to investigate the damage in closer detail. Agilely jumping from one branch to another, it was only a short while before his paws made contact with the warm earth. He flexed his claws slightly, taking a surveillance of the area as he finally headed towards the glow of the fire. He noted that the bee’s body was now missing; however a pool of blood confirmed that it had been the spot in which the infected had fallen. He stopped to admire his reflection in the crimson liquid before continuing towards the body of the aerodactyl that he originally thought to be deceased. Upon closer infection, he saw the steady rise and fall of its chest as well as some kind of mask adorning the female’s face. Unsure whether he’d been noticed, he stood a short distance from the dragon, peering at it with a totally blank expression.
“Erm...” His social skills had always been slightly lacking. “Do you need any help?” His voice held a strong British accent and was surprisingly gentle on the ear despite the feline’s otherwise unpleasant personality.

“Erm... Do you need any help?” One of Acht's eyes opened at the voice, staring at the Persian. She smiled. "No, it's fine." she responds. "In pain, but not so much as to require help." With a little wiggle and grunt, she was standing again.

Acht wobbled a bit on her bloody talons, looking at her now damaged wings. She scowled. She couldn't fly with them anymore, they were too tattered for the job. Her attention turned back to the feline. "My name's Acht." she introduces herself. "Your name is...?"

((Please skip me, going to wait a bit before he goes crazy/kamakazi))

Moriarty forced one of his crooked smiles at the dragon’s reply and nodded his head curtly for no apparent reason. He was pleased she had survived the damage but he didn’t need telling to know that she would definitely struggle to fly with those recently burnt wings, pity. Nevertheless, she had demonstrated her strength and Moriarty wasn’t about to let a potential bodyguard escape his clutches, regardless of her inability of attacking aerially. He watched in silence as she struggled to her feet before turning to face him.

"My name's Acht. Your name is...?"

Acht, Moriarty disguised a confused frown as he considered the dragon’s title. It was foreign - perhaps German - but the persian couldn’t be sure on what exactly it meant.
“Moriarty,” He answered abruptly after the question. “You have a lovely name by the way,” He struggled to confine his curiosity of the name and smiled warmly – a compliment was usually a step towards friendship and he wanted to waste no time. He was sure the infected in this area had been multiplying recently and was eager to gain a pokémon to keep a watch over him; not that he needed any help, just as a precaution.
”So... Acht, what brings you to Fortree?” Moriarty asked, convinced that he’d already managed to mispronounce her name. He’d been living in the deserted city for a good few weeks now and was fairly sure he hadn’t made a mental note of the aerodactyl’s presence.