(ACE) The RELIC Team

Carrie nodded to the Espeon. "Yes, we could have met under better circumstances..." She looked at the Weavile who still seemed to be freaking out. The Weavile got back up to his feet, which was a cue for Carrie to let go. "Dearest I assure you I'm fine. no need to ask questions of such personal kind. Now tell me.... who is the little Froslass.... and why does she smell..."

"Um, my name is Carrie..." the Weavile stepped beside her and smelled the air. He got a look on his face like he knew what was up. "Ohohoho.... I smell blood on you girly." Carrie's eyes grew wide and filled with worry. Was he going to be the one to expose her? She was doing so well. She let out a chuckle and said, "Oh, well, you know, just killing undead to survive... right?" She let out a grin that made it obvious that she was lying. She wanted a fresh start. No reminders of the contest hall.

Something terrible walked the streets of Agate Village. The scrapping sound echoed through the village as the murderer walked freely. The pink Fairy pokemon walked the streets with a creepy grin. Her Scythe scrapping against the ground as she walked. Blood covered the Clefairy from head to toe and she loved it. The Epidemic had many benefits for this murderer. It brought her more victims and it brought her more strength. She loved the epidemic. The Undead were annoying, but it gave her a chance to sharpen her skills at killing and she knew better then to sucker the blood or anything from the undead.

She had followed the living for quite sometime now and she was getting tired of just watching them. Luckily the undead keep her from boredom. Though that goody goody Sasha was still trying to take over her body, but the Clefairy wouldn't allow it. The struggle between the Clefairy and her other self was in vain, because the devil would always be there and there was nothing Sasha could do about it, For I am Bloodsucker.

(Hello everyone. It's good to be on Relic again, but I've brought a killer to the group so have fun running from her or trying to befriend her.)

"Dearest I assure you I'm fine. no need to ask questions of such personal kind. Now tell me.... who is the little Froslass.... and why does she smell... Sunshine looked at Deadpool before she glance at the Froslass called Carrie looking at all of her bruises. She didn't give it much mind that Carrie smells of blood. With the Epidemic around it's impossible not to smell blood on your person because of all the undead everyone has to do kill to survive in this world. Sunshine really hopes her trainer and her friend Panthera are safe as well as that Golduck, Pouria, even though she hadn't been around him long to know him as well as she did Panthera. She noticed that Glinyua and Jared seemed to have gone quiet for now but she still remain close to the Houndoom as she spoke softly to Carrie and asked her, "Carrie, what happened to you before you met us? How come you are covered in bruises." She tried to word that as carefully as she could and allowed her concern for the Froslass' care-being and hoping that Carrie wasn't in any other pain because of the bruises.

(OOC: I'm back! :>)

Deadpool threw Jared off of himself like nothing. He had flown off, a stayed back once he had calmed down. He felt like glowering at the cocky Weavile, who did not seem to notice Jared's concern for him, even if they seemed to dislike each other.

Dearest I assure you I'm fine. no need to ask questions of such personal kind. Now tell me.... who is the little Froslass.... and why does she smell...

Dearest...that stupid Weavile calling sunshine his dearest...but he too smelled the blood on the Froslass, an he stayed patiently quiet.

As Sunshine spoke to the newcomer, he only sniffed around, concerned that he no longer smelled the tiny spinarak. He sat next to the quiet Glinyua and waited to hear Carrie's story. As an added form of encouragement he let out a puff of sweet smoke and barked. He just wanted to leave the area as soon as possible

Ah, yes, please tell us, we've had our share of incidents since I've been here...Tell us..and fast...

Deadpool was tired.. so very, very tired. His smile vanished as he looked at the others. So hopeless. The story was too predictable. They were outnumbered by the Infected, not to mention outmatched. Something stirred within his cold heart... concern. He felt the urge... to comfort them, even though he clearly didn't like these people... or did he? He was no longer sure. The dog for instance. He had risked his hide for him, even though he had been an arrogant jerk to him, and what's more, he wanted to help him.

"You know.... nobody's ever tried to help me before. I... how do I say this easily... I... I'm sorry. For being myself. For pushing you guys so much, for being a jerk, and for being the arrogant asshole that I am. I want all of you to know that I didn't want any of you to see what just happened to me earlier..."

He shifted uncomfortably. His normal sadistic self would come up with an insult after all that, but he held it back. Staring at his claws, he leaned back against the tree.

"Even though most of you probably hate me already, for obvious reasons, I just want you to know I'll be fixing that. Well... I'll try... not to say I won't still come off as... crazy."

He chuckled slightly, but stopped immediately and sat down, feeling better now that he had gotten that off his chest. It had been agonizing keeping that inside.

(Skip derp. Not much for Blood to do until Shift is approved. Derp! *Flees*)

Balling up the tips of her long, insectoid arms to resemble fists the Ariados hissed lowly, eyes narrowing in pure annoyance. Everything just HAD to be about that Weavile, didn't it? Glinyua turned away. Why did all the attention have to go to him? She was here the longest, she was the one who was helping them all by organizing everything and doing grunt work, for fuck's sake she had killed a living being because it could've potentially harmed them. What does this amount to? Nothing. Nothing at all. They don't even give shits about her, she bets.

Slowly walking away from them, her long legs carried her to the upper areas of Agate, where she began to carefully pick any berries she could find and pile them up on a thick web. Meticulously counting the fruits she picked, the spider paid no heed to what the others were doing. Besides, it's only kind to return the favor.

Jared couldn't believe it. Deadpool had...he had apologized, he had really...he was being genuine.
Ah D-Deadpool...What...

Jared just stared at him, mouth slightly agape.

I...I didn't know. I'm sorry for being so...hostile...I guess everythings crazy...

Jared smiled at the Weavile.

I guess maybe...no not maybe, lets settle our differences for real.

He nodded at the Weavile. Maybe things were looking up for the group. He turned to the newcomer, and smiled.

Sorry about our craziness hah maybe we should relocate for now, and then we'll talk? I don't know if this place is safe...

Jared looked around at Sunshine and...He noticed Glinyua was gone.

Ah, hey everyone, where's Glinyua?

Crap. Not another lost team mate...

Great. Thanks to the Weavile's strong nose, all of the group's attention was focused on Carrie. "Carrie, what happened to you before you met us? How come you are covered in bruises." Sunshine asked her. The Houndoom also wished to know why the Froslass was all bruised up. Thankfully, he noticed that Glinyua had run off somewhere.

"I doubt she went far. Regardless, we should go find her..." Carrie silently thanked the heavens that she didn't have to tell them. She doesn't want to be passed off as a freak again. No. She already got a large dose from Nally in Slateport. She soon found the Ariados picking some berries. "Hey there," Carrie said, approaching her, "We were worried about you..." Carrie looked back at the group and realized something. The Weavile was gone. Good. He seemed like bad people anyway.

Carrie hoped that Sunshine and the Houndoom had forgotten about what they asked her.

(OoC: Yeah, TBC placed Deadpool in inactive.)

((OOC-Yes I am leaving, since Radio said Deadpool left, he left, without saying anything or being heard or spotted... and there you have it. Been nice RPing with y'all.))

Blood sat on the building top as she watched the group. Oh how she wanted to just rip into their flesh and drink them dry. She could already feel the joyous taste of the livings blood running into her mouth and down her throat. She moan at the thought, but the epidemic has taught her to be patient and wait for right moment, but she could feel and hear her stomach growling for fresh flesh. Oh how she wanted to sink her fangs into the flash of that Houndoom.

He was perfect for Blood in so many ways. Ways no but her could ever understand. She could feel her fangs sinking deeper and deeper into the flesh of the hound. She could hear his crys of pain. His whimpers that let her now it's time to finish his suffering and she would enjoy every moment of it. She licked her lips in anticipation of her long awaited meal.

(Creepy post is creepy)

She was so sad. Her sarrow and regret kept the Harbinger going forward. The beedill came across the Agate Village. Blood red eyes glowed with pain as the bug simply floated through the deathly silent town. Black sludgelike goo dropped from her every once in a while, massive gashes from her abdomen leaving a clear trail from where she had been. "Please... Where are you?" The beedrill mourned the loss of her trainer even after the year had gone by. She would never stop hoping to find him. Blood covered antenna dropped down, bloody tears falling from her eyes. But then she heard the sounds and smelled the scents. Living, untainted prey, she raised her head up. They sounded alive. And happy. That was not acceptable. The Harbinger floated in the direction of the voices, her shredded wings still managing to keep her body afloat. Then she saw the group. It was a small gathering, but one pokemon stood out to her and it was the houndoom. The dog showed emotion in his eyes, clear caring and loving soul. The beedrill felt her vision going red, eyes glowing as her jealousy and fury amounted from her pain. "No one is allowed to be happy..." she hissed, raising one bloodied spearlike arm. The Harbinger shot forward. "No one!" She screamed in a shrill voice, shooting right past the ghost to aim her attack at the mutt. Her arm slid into his throat with a Poison jab before anyone could even flinch. Crimson waterfalls of beautiful red splashed all over her smaller body, coating the dripping goo from her body a healthy red. "I said no one!" she screeched as the houndoom stumbled back, trying to cry out but choking on his own life blood. She was not finished though, not satisfied with the fear in his red gaze. She lashed out with her Frustration, slamming her body against his and smacking him to the ground. The echoing of crunching bones was overheard as he hit the ground with a dull thump. Crying out in pain with a garggled squeal, the dog lay dying in his own blood on the ground. The beedrill's eyes were still livid as she raised one arm, no other emotions in her rotting eyes. She dug one arm into his stomach, relishing the thrashing in pain he reacted with as she speared any organ she could get ahold of. Wretching her arm back out, she hardly recognized the squished meat on her claw, but she licked them up anyway. The light finally dying from his eyes, the beedrill hissed in pleasure. She aimed one more attack, shooting into his alaready wounded neck with a Pin missle. Gore exploded around him as it was severed. She grabbed it through the eye, whipping around to look at the other living Pokemon. "I warned you!" she spat in their faces before taking to the sky. Black droplets hit the ground as she left, enjoying her trophy.

Carrie was beginning to feel comfortable around this group. They seemed to be nice, asking her why she was bruised. She felt that she would be able to tell them. But the real question was that would they be able to trust her after all that and not call her crazy? Time would only tell.

Out of nowhere, an undead Beedrill flew in hissing something. The Froslass was able to kinda pick it out as "No one is allowed to be happy... no one!" The Beedrill jammed one of its spearlike arms into the Houndoom's throat. There was so much blood and the Houndoom's head got severed too. "I warned you!" the undead hissed before taking off with its trophy.

During the fight, Carrie got covered in some of the blood. She began having terrible flashbacks to the incident in Slateport. The bruised Froslass was hyperventilating, quickly wiping the blood off herself. She could hear people laughing at her. For a brief moment, she lost her mind. "Stop it! Stop laughing at me!" She could hear the laughter grow. In her shaken frenzy, she screamed out "I said STOP!" and suddenly, she let out several Ice Shards that flew all over the place.

When she stopped, she snapped back to reality. She put her hands to her mouth and gasped at what had just happened. "I'm sorry..." she whispered to the others before turning away from the group. She didn't leave them though. How could she leave them when she feels unsafe from herself?

Blood hissed as she watched the Beedrill attack and kill HER prize. She clenched her fists and slammed the butt end of her Scythe on the rooftop. How dare they?! Take my prey and then just fly off without paying your respect to me?! Blood dug her claws into the rooftop and nearly broke her resting place. She was really mad. Se turned her back in frustration. Damn undead... The Clefairy grumbled as she went back into the dark, cold house.


The fox looked around the town disoriented. He had no idea where he was nor how he got here. He had heard voices and screams just a moment ago, but now it was all quiet. His ears lay against his skull as he walked through the empty town. Hello? Anyone home? The fox yelled as he wondered the town. He really didn't feel comfortable by himself.

There was only silence as Carrie looked away. She feared that she made things worse for the group since one left and one got killed. The Froslass turned her head to the group and said, in an emotionless tone, "If you guys want me to leave, then I'll leave..." With those words, she drifted away from the group all alone.

Carrie wandered through the town by herself. She felt lonely, but she just couldn't go back to them after an outburst like that. The only way she could explain why she had her outburst would be to explain her whole life. Why was she so bruised? Why was she so fragile? Why does she freak out whenever someone else's blood touches her? She didn't even know the answer to these questions.

"Hello? Anyone home?" Carrie heard a voice call out. She followed the sound of the voice until she reached the source. It was a Zorua. The poor thing looked confused and scared. The bruised Froslass slowly floated towards it, hoping not to scare him. She got down to her level. Her gentle voice asked him with sincere eyes, "Hello, are you lost?"

(Oh man I was hoping that Jared and Sunshine could get together or something but it seems he was killed. Oh well I hate seeing that our team has lowered in members since I've been away)

Sunshine watch with pure shock as she watch a Beedrill come down and slice Jared's head off. She didn't have time to react with her psychic powers before the bug Pokemon flew off. Ice began to come towards her and she reacted quickly by jumping on a branch on a nearby tree to avoid being hit and glance at where the ice had came from. She saw Carrie beginning to drift off saying something about leaving. Sunshine felt tears leaving her eyes, first from the horrible death of Jared and then of Carrie leaving. The Espeon jumped down and went over to the remains of Jared's body. She glance at the Houndoom as tears continued to fall from her eyes and hit his fur. "Not you Jared. Not now," she cried softly before she gently touch the still warm body with her muzzle before giving a lick, in a way of a goodbye kiss, on Jared's neck before she looked at Glinyua and said, "We better go before more undead come upon us and attack." She then used her psychic powers to make a grave for Jared and buried the Houndoom before she gave a final glance, first at his grave, and then at the Ariados before she took off after the Froslass. "Wait up Carrie. Don't go," she said before she heard a young male voice saying, Hello? Anyone home? Which caused her to look around until she saw a dark fox nearby. She then heard Carrie saying, "Hello, are you lost?" She then added her own word while speaking softly and gently to the fox, "If you are we can help you and if you like you can stay with us." She moved carefully closer to the fox hoping not to scare him as she tried to comfort him.

The Zorua remained silent. He was probably scared by Carrie's appearance. She heard a voice coming from behind her. It was Sunshine's. What did she want? "Wait up Carrie. Don't go." she said. Carrie looked back at the Espeon before turning around. "Go away, Sunshine..." She asked. Carrie didn't feel safe around anyone at all. It made her wonder why she had even come up to the Zorua in the first place.

"If you are we can help you and if you like you can stay with us." Sunshine said to the Zorua. Carrie looked at Sunshine and how kind she was to everyone. Carrie thought that it was time to reveal the truth to her, but was unsure of how she would react. After going through all of the possibilities in her head, she thought she'd take the chance and ask her.

"Sunshine. You wanted to know where I got these bruises from, right?" Carrie asked. "If you happen to be able to read minds, I want you to read mine. It will tell you everything that I've gone through in my life and why I am bruised up." The Froslass hoped that Sunshine could read minds. It would be best to keep her life a secret from the Zorua for now. She didn't trust him quite yet.

The fox flatten his ears against his skull harder. The Froslass in front of him was little unnerving with all the bruises, but the fox gulped back a slight yelp as the Espeon came too. Uh um, y-yes. I am lost. So um, where are we? The black fox looked around at the little houses and the area around the small group. The fox had never been to this place before and he felt so lost.

The fox looked at the Espeon then at the Froslass, Oh um, forgive me. My name is Shift by the way. He laughed nervously. His head was started to hurt and along with his hind leg. He limped alittle as he walked passed the two pokemon alittle to get a better look at his new surroundings.

Uh um, y-yes. I am lost. So um, where are we? Oh um, forgive me. My name is Shift by the way. Sunshine heard the little fox say before he began to walk by her and Carrie. She noticed that he was limping which caused the kind Espeon to grow concern and wanting to check him over for what is causing him to lip and see if she could take care of it for him. Before she could do anything still she heard Carrie as she said, "Sunshine. You wanted to know where I got these bruises from, right? If you happen to be able to read minds, I want you to read mine. It will tell you everything that I've gone through in my life and why I am bruised up." This caused Sunshine to look at the Froslass and nodded to let her know that she could read minds and said, "Yes, and okay I'll do that. Go ahead and open your mind to me and I'll read your thoughts while I also check on Shift he's limping." She then let her psychic powers lose and reached for the Froslass' mind while she went over to where Shift was and said, "Shift, we're in Agate Village. For the moment it seems we are safe. But what happened to you that is causing you to limp." Her voice was filled with concern and gentleness as she moved to sit beside the little fox hoping that he will answer her and also hoping that he will be at ease around her while at the same time she began to read Carrie's thoughts. For some reason she felt a motherly affection for the little fox beside her and she wanted to take care of him as best as she could.

(OoC: Flashbacks will be in first person. Prepare for a long post.)

"Yes, and okay I'll do that. Go ahead and open your mind to me and I'll read your thoughts while I also check on Shift he's limping." Sunshine said. Carrie nodded and took a breath in, "Okay Carrie, time to let everything out of you..." She closed her eyes and let all of her thoughts out into the open for Sunshine to read.

Her life story began to unfold:

"My life began rather happy when I was younger and when I was a Snorunt. The breeder who took care of me was really nice. However, I was given away to a girl named Margaret. She was mean. I did not like her. Despite my protests, she evolved me into a Froslass. Whenever Margaret lost a contest, she would hurt me, emotionally and physically, even when it wasn't my fault. Sometimes, she would even fight other coordinators in physical fights, resulting in her getting kicked out of the contest halls. Whenever this happened, guess who she let all of her frustration out on. That's right, me."

Carrie was on the verge of tears from all of these terrible memories being triggered.

"But one day, we were invited to the most important contest in all of the Hoenn Region, and it was being held in Slateport City. My appearance, at the time, was terrible. I looked so miserable from Margaret's abuse and I was very bruised from her beatings. Now, we did not know this at the time, but one of Margaret's rivals, Susan, bribed the judges to change the results of the contest. They took the bribe and we were surprised when they said we'd won. I felt so happy, and Margaret felt so happy. However, it was all a set up, and we were soon to be the laughing stock of the entire region."

At this point, tears were streaming down her face as she mentally narrated her life to the Espeon.

"We heard the sound of a something tipping over and the next thing we knew, we were covered in blood. We had Grumpig's blood dumped on us in front of some very important people. We were devastated, and the judges announced the real winners; Susan and her beautiful Milotic. Everyone cheered for Susan, then turned, pointed, and laughed at us. Margaret lost it. She attacked me right on stage in front of everyone. It was then that I decided enough was enough. I put an end not only to her evil ways, but the ways of all the others in the room. It's amazing how much pain can go into an Ice Shard attack. When I snapped out of my little 'trance', I was mortified at what I had done. I couldn't bear the thought of the hall, so I left Slateport and somehow, made my way here. The blood the Weavile smelled was that of the Grumpig, and these bruises were caused by my trainer. And that is my life in misery..."

Carrie opened her eyes to see Sunshine looking at Shift's limp. Carrie thought it would be best to introduce herself, since Shift did so too. "Oh, and my name is Carrie, Shift..."

The little fox sighed as he struggled to keep back his headache. He turned to watch the Espeon come over to him, "Shift, we're in Agate Village. For the moment it seems we are safe. But what happened to you that is causing you to limp." The fox tilted his head slightly, Oh, that's because....that's because... The fox scratched his head in confusion. Why was he limping?

He looked at the Espeon in confusion, Um, i'm sorry, but I really don't know. I remember waking up just as I hit a lake or a stream and the intense pain in my leg. I'm not sure what the impact did, but i've been limping sense. The Zorua looked generally confused. For just a moment, the Zorua left himself open to the Espeon's mind reading powers.

She was able to glimpse a very sad part of Shift's past:

A Golurk loomed over the sleeping Zorua. The anger that came off the Golurk was directed toward the Zorua. The mighty pokemon lifted the sleeping Zorua with such ease. Even in the bitch black darkness of the night, the Zorua was still visible as he soured through the air.

The sleeping fox soured a great distance thanks to the Golurk. Just as the Zorua stirred in his sleep, he crashed into a river. The sudden temperature change shocked the fox awake, only to scream from the pain in his leg. The Zorua struggled to stay above the water line, but his head and leg hurt to much for him to focus. The fox was confused as to what just happened, but the foxed pulled himself out of the river.

The Zorua limped badly as he searched for his trainer, only to find that she had already forgot about him. The girl had left the poor fox and had already gained another. Sorrow filled the fox's face as he watched the girl and her new Zorua. Before the fox could leave, the Golurk loomed over him again, but when the Golurk picked up to the Zorua this time, he said something that hit the Zorua hard.

"Go home little fox."

Shifts mind locked up tight after that. He hadn't realized that he left himself open, but he quickly locked it back up. He looked at the horizon, but he soon turned toward the Espeon and smiled.

(Silve, you can have Sunshine read his mind or not. Either is find)

Sunshine was soon onslaught with two different sad memories. First there was Carrie's sad story. She read the Froslass' mind and watch as she first began her life happen but then got an awful trainer that abused her. The Espeon couldn't understand why a trainer will do that to her Pokemon. Her trainer, Hikaru, wasn't like that at all. Hikaru treated all of her Pokemon kindly and never once blame them when they lost battles. She just said that they can learn from their lost and just get better. She then watch as Carrie's memories continued until she saw the end and was upset at how the Froslass was treated.

After Carrie's memories were finish Sunshine got another set of memories that she realized was coming from Shift. She watch as the Golurk hurled the poor fox, while he was sleeping, away from camp and how the Zorua landed in the lake which caused his limp. She then watch the saddest thing she has ever seen, besides Carrie's abuse, and couldn't believe how easily the trainer could forget about the young Zorua. Sunshine then felt the memories end and felt the Zorua close his mind and then looked at her with a smile. The Espeon couldn't help but gently place a tail around the young Zorua and gently nuzzle him. "Shift I'm sad that you went through all of that. If you let me I will like to look after you. My name is Sunshine," she said to him softly. She then turned her head and looked at Carried as she said, "I can see it now Carrie and I'm sorry you went through all of that. If you like I still want to be your friend and I would like to help you out in anyway I can just as I want to help Shift here." Once again she wrapped her tail gently around the Zorua and made it like she was hugging him gently.

Carrie wasn't sure how Sunshine would react to her life story. However, the Espeon seemed to be getting another life story from Shift. He wasn't aware that he left himself in the open like that. Oblivious, he looked at Sunshine and smiled. She nuzzled the fox lightly and expressed sympathy for his story. Carrie was frowning, unsure of the reaction from Sunshine until she turned around.

"I can see it now Carrie and I'm sorry you went through all of that. If you like I still want to be your friend and I would like to help you out in anyway I can just as I want to help Shift here." Sunshine said to her. As she wiped the tears away from her eyes, the Froslass felt a smile grow on her face. She floated over to the two, looking at Shift, and then back at Sunshine. "Thanks for listening, Sunshine." she said to the Espeon. "Now, um..." Carrie wasn't entirely sure about an answer for this question. "What's the plan as far as shelter for the night?"

As Shift turned his attention from the Espeon and back to the horizon he left her tail wrap around him and he blushed alittle when she nuzzled him, but looked at her when she spoke, "Shift I'm sad that you went through all of that. If you let me I will like to look after you. My name is Sunshine." Shift looked at the Espeon, Sunshine, with confusion.

What do you mean? The Zorua was oblivious to what happen and he wasn't really happy to have someone looking into his past without asking. He backed up from Sunshine as her tail moved. He eyed the Espeon, as his mind went into overdrive. He didn't want anyone to go looking into his memories. Even if he couldn't remember all of them. He shook his head as his headache turned into a migraine.

[OOC: Skip me this time--I need to read up.]