The ICIRRUS Team

Paladin's eye was glowing a rage-infested red. He grit his teeth in frustration. Just what was he fighting for? Pure? If so, he was feuding for a cause long lost, something that he would never be able to hold and call his own again. The Hydreigon trembled, not out of the fury that was driving him but with fear. What purpose had he in life now that what he was doing was futile? The behemoth had nothing else to strive for, either. Melinda had passed back before Ecruteak, and Lotta...she had been abandoned.

Abandoned.

"Where... Did I go wrong?" although it was a rhetorical question, the great dragon's half-brother had answered. "From the moment you fell for that land shark whore." Prince snarled. "Look at you! Think carefully, undead. From that moment everything had begun to go wrong. You betrayed not only your own family, but your lover!" Lashing his tail in anger, the Fraxure stomped at the ground. "You filthy monster. From that moment your grave had already been dug." he spat, eyes narrowing in anger.

The Hydreigon roared. With a fierce snarl his jaws spewed hot flames towards them, a stronger Fire Blast than he had ever used. This group of fools weren't worth his time. All bark and no bite, throwing only insults they weren't even a challenge, at least, that was the dragon's excuse. In truth, these Pokemon had just reminded him too much of his old life, something that he wanted to forget.

In a fit of rage Paladin sent several more Draco Meteors to the sky before turning around, flying away. The two-headed undead would find a different land to wreak havoc upon, a new group to torture. Because the ones he confronted just now were simply the opposite torture to him. Prince huffed in triumph.

"Victory, is ours."


[OOC: Paladin's becoming a floater now. ;w;]

[Skip @____@;;; I'm so sorry for being late, I was busy lately and alskdjfal;ksdf]

Kuro held up his arms to protect his face from the heat of the fire blast, before moving around to dodge the draco meteor fragments. The Larvitar then watched as the undead dragon fled them. Cowered, was the only thought that passed through his mind. The beast didn't even bother to finish them off, like they where not even worth it, and this made Kuros blood boil. He wasn't weak, if he had been a Tyranitar, then that dragon would have been shredded.

Though Kuro was disappointed to see Paladen go, he was also somewhat relieved. Nothing but fighting since he got here. "You guys, are a messed up bunch. Filled with psychos, and undead." Kuro stated as he plopped himself on the ground, a smile on his face as he looked at them all. "And yet, I can't bring myself to leave." Things got far to interesting around here to just leave, he wanted to see what would happen next, who would be next to turn?

Eris had kept her distance from the battle, not really understanding what was going on around her.
She had a look of fear on her face as she looked around. There where so many sense's all around her that she felt like she was going to get overwhelmed.
So much was happening, though when she felt something hot begin to come down on them, she instinctively used her Protect, feeling the power of the Fire Blast and the remnants of a Drako Meteor hit its surface, but leaving no damage to the Deino using it.

Eris looked around, scenting where everyone was. The Larvitar made some sort of remark about everyone being psycho, but that wasn't true was it? Prince was psycho, was he?
She pushed the question away as she moved toward the Fraxures scent, slowing her pace as she got closer.
"Are you all right Prince?" The question wasn't very laud, but she made sure that the other dragon could hear her.
She hoped he was all right, she would hate it if he got horribly hurt from the attack. "Who was that? The one who attacked? Did you know him?" She asked the second question a little louder.
The way prince had talked to it, it seemed like they used to be childhood friends, if so, fighting him must have been hard.

Flame laughed at Kuro and shrugged, Who really knows. Maybe because you've grown to like this place or something. The Infernape looked off into the distance. She could hear Prince saying they won, but had they really won? If they did, at what cost? Flame sighed and shook her head. She was tired and hungry. Luckily she wasn't craving blood yet, but she didn't want to take a chance. She knew what she needed to do, but how was she going to tell the others?

She was so tired and confused. She shook her head and faced the others with a look of sadness. I'm sorry my friends but it's time for my departure. It's been great being with you guys. Though we've had our moments, I wouldn't change a thing. She smiled and nodded once to each of her friends and turned to travel this new region and maybe, just maybe find someone who really and truly understands her or until the infection kills her.

(I now I posted out of line, but i'm placing Flace inactive and this was going to be leaving post so here you go.)

After some talking between Prince and the dragon, the two-head beast flew away. And afterwards so did the infernape too. Alexander was somewhat disappointed in not having been able to learn about the undead turning character. But some wonderful stories seem to remain here still. The infected Sawsbuck that can control herself and Prince who could probably provide a history of his royalty. But question would have to come later, for now everything probably has to come back together after what happened. And it would be rude to start off by asking personal questions.

"I would walk then thousand miles, ten thousand miles to see you..."
Nothing more than a shadow brushed over the surface of the worn grey stones but the breath of its passing stirred the crackling dry leaves of autumn.
The air here was chilled with ice and the tin like scent could almost be tasted…
The moonlight shone off the white skin, picking it out like a beacon as the Gardevoir picks his way through the rubble.
The billowing psychic energy kept him hovering just above the rubble of the ruined building, every ripple of his dress-like frill making tiny adjustments to keep the psychic type fully balanced and upright.
Nevertheless he spreads his arms as he slowly makes his way down the ruined stone, not knocking so much as a pebble to the ground.
“And every breath I take, I breathed in just to find you…”
It is a happy little tune winding a lonely way through the darkness.
When the gardevoir gets to the bottom he grins widely and spreads his arms, letting the light of the moon illuminate his face.
Oh this place is wonderful~!
He doesn’t notice the red eyes gleaming in the dark until black wings quench the sunlight and throw him into shadows.
“ There you are Hayato.”
The Honchkrow folds in his ragged wings and drops his catch before the Gardevoir in the same way a house cat might gift a dead bird to their owner.
A Meinfoo, cream fur tinged red and beady eyes defiant. Both arms and legs are at unnatural angles, crushed by it’s short ride in Hayato’s talons.
“Oh you poor thing.” The gardevoir says, kneeling in the dirt and placing one hand on either side of the fighting type’s head.
It takes just a spark of his psychic power to bend the world around his fingertips, creating a tiny dent of pressure between his hands. It's not close to being a black hole but it is enough to break a tiny vein. The Meinfoo dies instantly, causing the large dark-type bird to tilt his head to one side and proudly offer something in return.
"Kaze." It croaks.
The Gardevoir gingerly takes it.
It's hard to see in this dim light but, under a light coating of Meinfoo blood, Kaze can make out a familiar green wrapper.
A Ragecandybar.
"Thank you Hayato."
Pleasantries over with the Honchkrow nods then digs his razor beak between the Meinfoo’s shoulder blades.

Kaze avoids watching how terribly quick that sharp beak can take flesh apart as he enjoys his own more mundane meal. It has been far too long since he last had one of these, even longer than the last time he had Old Gateau or a Lava Cookie.
Hayato roughly gouges a hole in the cold earth with his bloodied talons and buries the few parts he had not wanted to eat before perching on his partner's shoulder and snatching the last of the candy from Kaze's hand. Wrapper and all it disappears down his feathered gullet.
"Bored now." The Honchkrow announces.
Kaze stifles a yawn behind his hand and rises to what he could only call his feet.
Hayato could never understand how the psychic type could want to spend nearly half of the day lying down doing nothing. It was just laziness he was sure and made sure he never let him waste time sleeping for long.
"O.k then let's-"
The Gardevoir's pupils suddenly dilate. He stiffens entirely apart from a steady twitch of one feathery ear. The red horn of his chest seems to vibrate like a struck bell as he looks at something far off in the distance.
Hayato, still perched on Kaze's shoulders, pecks him once then again harder when the Gardevoir doesn’t respond. The pain is enough to wake him from the sudden influx of emotion and Kaze quickly starts to scramble along the path, Hayato holding on tight to his shoulders and occasionally flapping his wings to speed up the journey.
A darker shadow appears against the night sky and with it the horrible flood of emotions starts to fade from Kaze’s mind, like a splinter being pulled.

Not wanting to appear weak Hayato releases Kaze’s shoulders to fly under his own power as the Gardevoir slows down and approaches the gathered group in the clearing.
“ Hi~! ” Kaze waves. “ Do you guys any help over there? ”
Behind him Hayato merely tucks his head in menacingly low, a few filthy feathers falling to the ground and wonders which one of the motley crew of Pokémon would be the most delicious. There is still blood smeared over his beak and with the dark gleam of his red eyes it would be no surprise for him to be mistaken for an infected.

((OOC: Great to be on the team guys <3 Permission for any and all to immediately attack Hayato is given))

((Sorry, please skip, Kuro is not saying much. Say he looked in the direction of the new pokemon with a blank look on his face like he didn't care there there.))

Pure's mind went blank as the Paladin flew off into the evening sky, Princ- King's rant probably driving him off (though she partially wished he done that earlier, would save her all that burning, but the milk has been spilled already so really she dismissed that wish soon after) into some sort of rage mode where he just simply left to cool himself off... But he would never come back would he? "Victory, is ours." The Fraxure huffed in triumph, the Sawsbuck felt her legs go weak, falling onto the ground. It wasn't just weak due to her 'sickness', but rather that it was a scary battle. There were possible outcomes that could have driven Pure even further insane than she is at the moment. What if Paladin were to die all because he became undead? What if the Pokemon around her died because of this stupid battle between childhood friends? Worse of all, what of Prince? What would have the Season Pokemon done if he were to die? Brutally slashed apart by his considered brother.

The Larvitar made a remark upon everyone being crazy... Ha! Of course, they were in an apocalyptic world, where survival didn't even matter. And even if they did want to survive, they would end up getting driven into insanity. Pure simply snorted, emotions weren't going to run through her veins randomly. Not anymore. She isn't going to feel fucking depressed over a friend leaving, especially if that friend ended up becoming a douchebag in the end.

Flame made a couple of goodbyes, the Sawsbuck simply giving a small smile as the Infernape dismissed herself, going off on her own journey. She wasn't going to wish Flame any luck surviving, but it was nice having her around while it lasted.

"Are you all right Prince?" The Deino, Eris, asked quietly. Pure heard it though, blood that coursed through her veins boiled as the Dragon began to ask so many questions, "Who was that? The one who attacked? Did you know him?" The Sawsbuck stomped her hooves, growling, "And so what if Prince knew him? What would you do if he said, 'Oh yes, I did know him'? Would you sympathize Prince?" She scoffed, "Funny how you seem to only care for him, there's others too that are hurt." Of course, Pure was the one that was burned harshly off on the right side of her face, it cooled down just a bit, but she'll need cool water later. Of course she would end up hating the Deino, she looked alike to Paladin back then, but also because Eris was nosing in the business too fucking much.

“Hi~! Do you guys any help over there?” Oh great, more nuisance.

[Ooc: Winter skipped me ;w; ]

((Skip. Waiting on Luteshi to reply.))

Alexander saw the Gardevoir approach the group with a strange looking Honchkrow behind him. Alexander always knew to assess situations before jumping into something blindly. The bird did have a few feathers falling, blood around the beak, and red eyes. All attributes to an average infected. But through studies of all pokemon, he knew that red was the natural eye color for that species, and it wasn't red in the sclera area of the eye which is pretty much on all infected. Alexander would approach the two, if it was infected, Alexander would have no meat to spare for the bird anywhere on his body. "Hello psychic freind. Mind telling us if we'll be safe around your friend behind you."

(sclera is the white part of the eye)

The Gardevoir resists the urge to sigh aloud, this group looks like downers, and the one who had caused that burning splinter of emotion that had drawn him in the first place must have been someone important to them.
Whatever conflict, emotional or physical, had fizzled out and left only numbness in its wake.
With his habitual smile Kaze decides to find out what happened anyway, after all it didn’t look like he was the only one that was confused.
Besides no-one had answered his question yet…
It’s a motley and injured group; a Sawsbuck with a bad burn, a Deino wearing a chunk of Evolite as a necklace (it was a good look actually), a Lavitar with a pair of black glasses perched on it’s head that merely stared blankly with disinterest, a Metagross (weren’t they supposed to be rare for here?) and a Fraxure that looked as though it had dipped it’s tusks in some blue paint.
It takes a while for Kaze to remember that it was probably a natural colouring due to that pigment disrupting mutation humans called “shiny”

The Metagross is the first to break the ice, something Kaze is very glad of. For such a large and, from his experiences, very powerful Pokémon it’s nice to know that someone recognizes his arrival. He can’t stand around all day waiting for a reply and it has been ages since he last talked with someone other than Hayato.
“ Hello psychic friend. Mind telling us if we'll be safe around your friend behind you ”
"I’m no friend of yours." The Honchkrow croaks.
Rarely did the Honchkrow have so many words to waste and, if tired by so much talk, he then lands on the Gardevoir’s shoulder and roughly pecks one fin-like air. “ Leaving now.”
Kaze lets his sigh out.
"Hayato’s not very friendly but he won’t hurt you while I’m around. He may have red eyes, messy feathers, be irrational and angry and covered in blood and he can remember only a few words at a time...” Kaze pauses in listing off his points on his fingers when he realises that what he just said would make a good identification list for undead but pushes ahead anyway. “But he’s not infected, he’s just an ass.”He says pointedly and grabs the Honchkrow’s beak.
“Hayato that wasn’t very polite, he was asking a reasonable question. You look an absolute mess.”
“Don’t care.” Hayato replies plaintively and tucks his head under his wing.
He can track them down as soon as Kaze gets bored.
The Honchkrows long taloned claws flex as he already makes plans. He’ll start with the Lavitar…

Rolling his bright green eyes Kaze raises his hands, palms outwards and calls forth a steady stream of psychic power.
The edges of his green fingers slow softly with a sedate pulse of sky blue light.
“Look I can be really useful too.”
He wipes one finger along a cut on his shoulders left by one of Hayato’s talons. Fairly recent it is still red around the edges and puffy. Without waiting for permission Kaze releases the psychic energy in a wave centred around his hands that rapidly whips across the clearing.
Where it meets damaged cells it taps into and calls forth the natural healing responses to restore the flesh and close over wounds.
The tiny amount of blood from the scratch remains but the cut scabs over in an instant then becomes smooth new skin.
“Isn’t that cool?” He says, hoping for a bit more conversation.
Being able to heal others was a pretty rare talent in these times, normally those that could use moves that healed kept them all to themselves.

[OOC: Apologizes, but I'll have to skip. Need some time to catch up on everything. ^^;]

[OOC: Tenporary Image is temporary...]

Prince sat, weary from the battle as he curled his tail around him. The Fraxure didn't know what to feel anymore. He had defeated him, Paladin, but was it really the right choice? Maybe they would've been able to talk it through, bring the Hydreigon back to sanity? Although the behemoth became undead and aggressive, he was still his brother. Eris bounded over, inquiring about his status which he replied shakily, a small smile on his face.

"I'm fine Eris, thank you for your concern. As for who that was..." voice gentler, less demanding than before, the smile quickly faded away from his reptilian complexion, nervously fidgeting with his purple cloth. "He... We were connected by blood. Paladin, he is my brother, but it seems that is no more." mumbling, the Fraxure looked downcast, and was surprised when Pure started getting angry at his Deino companion. Waiting for the bout of rage to pass, the dragon inched over to the doe in order to make her feel better.

"Hey, Pure, does your face hurt right now? If you want, I can go scout for some things to make it better, maybe go through the human's items for something." suggesting, Prince turned for a brief moment to bid goodbye to the Infernale. "Farewell Flame! Thank you much for your help, may we meet again in another life. Arceus-speed!" he called, waving. Perking up, the young royalty remembered something.

"Oh, sir Metagross, thank you for your help as well. I can't seem to recall you name though..." smiling apologetically, Prince noticed two newcomers, a Gardevoir and a... Honchkrow. It clearly unsettled him, body tensing as he rose up just in case he needed to fight again. Carefully listening to the psychic's explanation the Fraxure refused to let his guard down at all, mistrusting of these foreigners.

However, when the Gardevoir demonstrated his abilities he was amazed. The dragon had longed since wanted to do such a feat, wishing to help those around him. Smiling, Prince replied happily. "I think that's amazing. Could you teach me?" It was worth a shot, besides, if he could then maybe he'd be able to heal Pure. All the while, the dragon didn't notice once that his crown was missing, the top of his head bare.

"Hey, Pure, does your face hurt right now? If you want, I can go scout for some things to make it better, maybe go through the human's items for something." Prince asked as soon as Pure finished her rant. The Sawsbuck scrunched up her nose in disgust as the Deino did not give a response. She suppressed a sigh, turning her attention to Prince before shaking her head, "Honestly, I'm fine, I suffered worst." She narrowed her eyes, 'Emotionally,' She added silently. Honestly, it wasn't because of Paladin, but rather her whole life itself. To summarize, her fucking parents got burnt, her siblings nearly ate her, she found her crush who eloped with another and decides to fancy Pure, and finally that crush left for her and decided, 'Well hey, fuck you guys, I'll just hang with Melinda'. What a wonderful life Pure has lived so far.

Though, she is thankful to Prince for making her not suffer. The Doe would need to take a break from 'loving', that shit brings nothing but drama. Pure glanced over at the group, Prince socializing with the others, even asking the Gardevoir for some ability. She sat down on a nearby patch of grass, feeling somewhat tired as she dozily gazed her surroundings, only to notice something odd... "Hey Prince, what happen to your crown?" She immediately tilted her head off to the side, her brow raised as she gave a questioning look. In a way, she felt like asking this would bring Prince into such panic, but she honestly doesn't know whether he treasured the crown or not...

The sound of clopping hooves were heard from afar, one that sounded like it was coming from the cave on the other side of the city. Pure immediately turned around, only to notice that the sound immediately disappeared. Was that her imagination? Or perhaps the enemy has noticed that it was now in another territory? The Sawsbuck shook her head, she was going crazy, even she knew it. The Virus must be getting to her..

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The Zebstrika galloped out of the cave, the fresh breeze greeting him. It's as if nothing had happened to world... If you disregard all the shattered buildings and bloodied ponds. He suppressed a heavy sigh as he moved his gaze from the scenary to what was a head. Casanova had been staying at Icirrus City for some time, he didn't give up his search for his first love, but rather that he needed to stay in one place. Who knows? Perhaps the Deerling could come to him herself... If she's alive.

Casanova shook his head at the idea, of course she's alive! Constantly has the Deerling refused the Zebstrika's love, she survived the fire too! The Deer Pokemon was one tough cookie after all.

That was when something struck him as the wind hit against his face, a smell of undead can be scented. He scrunched his nose in disgust, his guard now raised. An undead hasn't been in his territory in so long, this could be some good practice. He quietly went over to the source -- the forest -- as he his eyes scanned the area. So far nothing, but as he went deeper, the smell got stronger... And sweeter? It's as if someone had used Aromatherapy recently. Was someone in danger?

He spotted a Sawsbuck from afar, dull colored, an ugly scar covering the shoulder, yet wearing a red scarf. It's not Pure. She would be alive wouldn't she? Casanova took the first move, tackling the Sawsbuck from behind as he then heard an 'Oomphf!' follow up. Before he could severely attack, he glanced around the area, only to see a Gardevoir, Honchkrow, a Deino -- it was female, so thank Arceus -- a Metagross... And a shiny Fraxure. His eyes widened, this was the shiny Axew from long ago. He knew it damn well. The scent, the way the eyes glistened. Immediately did he stand up and getting off the Sawsbuck charging towards the Fraxure, "WAIT! You're Pure's friend right? Do you know where she is now? Is she alive?" Hope surged through Casanova, he could finally find her.

He glanced over at the Sawsbuck behind, narrowing his eyes, "Umm... Also, you do realize there's an undead there right?"

[Ooc: Alright, Mewtwo approved of Casanova like, right after this post xDDDD So I shall edit his post in. Hope y'all don't mind V_V]

Nothing was really happening as Kuro looked around at there new company. In such a short amount of time, they got a lot of new alies. And some of them he really felt umcomfertalbe about, but he didn't say anything to the new pokemon at all. "Hello." He said to them, caring very little if they noticed the Larvitar of not. He was hardly ever noticed around these pokemon, probably because he was small, a first stage pokemon, and all the others where in there final stage.

The only other pokemon that was first stage was Eris, the Deino, but she seemed to be with Prince, asking him if he was all right. Letting out a sigh he sat where he was and watched as everyong got to know one another.

"I'm fine Eris, thank you for your concern. As for who that was... He... We were connected by blood. Paladin, he is my brother, but it seems that is no more." Prince said, and Eris couldn't help but put on a sad face. It must have been hard for him to fight his brother, or seeing him become infected.
"I'm sorry Prince." She said as he began to walk away toward the new pokemon she hadn't noticed until now.
She followed after him, since he was the only one out of the group she really knew, and trusted.

((Sorry for short post guys, but I really didn't know what to have her do.))

After Prince thanked Alexander for helping them, he decide to tell a little bit more about himself. "I know just about antthing there is to know about this world, from most species, enviroments, food, medical, anything. If its been in a book I've read it. But now since this outbreak, I have been writing a book of my own about the strange and wonderous things I come across." The Metagross used his psychic mind to pull out his pencil and notebook from behind the tree he left it at, to where he was standing now. "This is the book itself. I hope to get some of everyones stories sometime when I can and if wanted, but otherwise if you need to know anything just ask away."

Kaze smiles and claps his hands enthusiastically.
He is being helpful.
For a brief second his cheerful expression fades as he fully considers the cute Haxorus's query. From what he remembers of the species the dragon type can't learn Heal Pulse or indeed any of the moves that heals others. He could find the TM needed to teach him to heal himself by resting but something about the way he was trying to help that poor burnt Sawsbuck, despite the fact that the infection had clearly spread through its body.
The Gardevoir decides he likes the Haxorus. There was something regal about him.
“Sorry I can't teach you that.” He says before holding up a hand before the shiny Haxorus can get too upset. "But I can show you how to make a poultice out of berries if we can find some. Rawst berries in particular are very good for burns..."
The Deino introduces herself as Eris and the Metagross uses a psychic type move to summon a levitating notebook and pencil where the great steel/psychic type then went on to detail a most interesting story.
Kaze was quite taken. Even though some of the party seemed content to remain as sullenly silent as Hayato the Haxorus and Metagross were really quite friendly.
He loved making friends.

Uneasily Hayato kneads his talons onto Kaze's shoulders. The dark fabric is already torn from such actions but the bandages that ringed the gardevoir's arms prevented him from actually scratching Kaze with his long un-clipped talons, most of the time.
Warily he scans the area behind the gardevoir with the dulled gleam of his deep red eyes and clacks his curved beak.
Kaze always insisted on getting to know others in the most irritatingly time-consuming way possible. He needed to be reminded who was the boss, after all they weren't here to make friends. They were here to slaughter all who opposed them and devour their meat to grow stronger.
Just as Hayato is considering leaving Kaze to gossip for a moment and taking a recon from the air another pokemon joins the happy band. A Zebstrika charges in out of nowhere to collide with the skulking Sawsbuck and the Honchkrow hides his smirk behind his feathers.
Amateur.
Hopping off Kaze's shoulder to stride across the chilly ground like the Big Boss he knew he was Hayato answers the question in a harsh croaking voice.
“Yes.”
Fluffing up his feathers to look as big as possible he strokes his beak along the Gardevoir's shoulder to let him know that he is bored and wants to be groomed.
Obligingly Kaze strokes his fingers along the thick black feathers of the Honchkrow's back and plucks free the loose shafts.
Hayato makes a deep purring/rumbling sound of contentment just at the same point as Kaze, who had been telling the Metagross about the move combinations he had used in Pokemon Contests, decides to impishly add.
"Of course Hayato here is desperately in love with me."
The Gardevoir pulls his fingers out of the way of Hayato's snapping beak just in time.

"Well excuse me, princess!" Pure snorted in irritation before Prince could reply to the newcomer, "You don't see my rampaging all over their faces for flesh!" The irritation came from the fact that the newcomer was rude along with the Deino whom completely fucking ignored the Sawsbuck's rant, as if she never heard it! It was right in her face too, Pure had no idea how far Eris's attention span goes. Ohoho, pretty obvious it doesn't go far now eh? It was sickening, how others would ignore. Then again, Kuro's probably feeling the same as well, the group has been looking... distant since Flame and Kinah had left. Oh how much Pure would love for Kinah to return. Oh great, an interruption to her thoughts;

"Look, I've ran to Undead that would grumble a couple of shit, but never speak full sentences. I'm just trying to find a friend here!" Casanova harshly said, it was obvious he was trying to keep his composure, but for a Sawsbuck [an undead one at that] to insult him and Pure?! Oh great, racism. The Season Pokemon rose a brow at him, a visible snort coming from her nose. It sickened the Zebstrika how Undead are completely unaffected by their wounds, yet they shrug it off as nothing. The Undead sneered at Casanova's reply, "I bet that friend of your's is either one of us or dead, so stop acting so rash."

What is with this bastard? Pure honestly thought he's crazy, thinking his friend is still alive in this mess? It's been a year since the Epidemic broke out, yet he's acting like there would actually be survivors, and a certain one at that, would live. It's an 0.001% chance that his friend would be still alive. The Zebstrika seemed to have taken Pure's words to heart, denying it, "Pure's tough! I know she can somehow get her way outta this mess!"... Wait what the fuck did he say? Pure?... No it can't be. The Sawsbuck doesn't know any Zebstrikas or Blitzles. Pure was a common name, and is also a legit word, there's no way it can be her. "Uhhh... So what species is she? Anything special?" Pure asked awkwardly, she had the urge to scratch the back of head [though impossible], but at the same time she wanted to smack the Zestrika into the ocean so she can forget about it.

"Deerling, she's quite a pretty one at that," Casanova said triumphantly, at least the Undead showed some respect towards Pure, "Shiny. I've always waited for her by her home, but she would always go hang out by the cliffside with some Deino and this guy." Casanova motioned at Prince at the end. He could continue on and on, but...

"Shut up, I'm not asking for your life story or anything," Pure hissed cutting him off from continuing any further, she deducted the pretty part, but hanging by the cliffside with a Deino and Prince?... Okay that proves everything, but is he some kind of stalker? She honestly doesn't remember a Blitzle being a part of her life. Even if it was her, she's not going to go; 'Oh that somewhat resembles my life a lot'. Because fuck that. What's the point of bringing a guy's hopes up and it ends up dropping because Pure wasn't exactly the Pure he's referring too? "We'll try to find Pure for you, but later."

Casanova found the sudden attitude change in the Sawsbuck quite odd, but shrugged it off, he turned to everyone else with a goofy grin, "So anyways, what's your guys' names?"

Pure didn't want to respond to that question at all.

((Sorry, unsure what Kuro should do. So skip please. I really hate skipping :( ))

((Sorry for late post guys. Been having a lot of stuff to do these last few days. Eris has very little to do as well so skip her as well.))

It had been a while since she was last in this city, but she remembered the dragon well. The pieces she had taken with her had made delicious treats as she looked for new victims. As she moves swiftly and silently through the city she hunted the warmth oh so familiar to her from the last time she hunted here. But...they were gone.

The only that remained was that the female could recognize was the disgusting excuse for an Undead deer and the tiny green dragon. Where had the powerful beasts gone? Was this truly all she had to feed from, this... this...self-help group?


Hunger clawed at her, she craved the sweet taste of blood but these morsels wouldn't be worth the effort it would take to slice them open. Their warmth mocked her cold nature, threw it in her face and she seethed. How dare they...! She wanted to paint the ground redrip them apart, to drive her claws so deep into their bodies that it painted her with their rich, warm blood. To watch and to feel as their accursed warmth leave their bodies.

Then she saw something even more mocking than their warmth. It was a coldness, cold like her but still daring to live. Steel types...Oh how she HATED steel types! Her eyes locked onto the the blue behemoth and she knew that he was the one she wanted. He wouldn't dare to mock her ever again, not when she got done with him. The sun was setting casting plenty of shadow for the Weavile to move through undetected, at least until it was too late.

"YOU-!"

Her screech was her only warning as she shot and Ice Beam at the Metagross. Another reason she hated Steel types even back when she was alive was their near immunity to ice, but she wasn't trying to hurt him...yet. Her attack was aimed at his monstrous legs, freezing them to the ground as she went at him with a Night Slash. From his back she sank her claws in deep, and a sharp ring resounded as her claws struck his metal body. Her claws, recently sharpened, dug into the joints with ease, and a quick twist had one limb severed from the rest of the behemoth.

She leapt from the Metagross and landed in front of him, back to her victim, as she gave a passing smirk to his companions. She took a look at the Undead deer from before and gave her a wink before turning around and grabbing the severed leg. She ripped it from the icy ground and quickly began smashing it against the Metagross, her mad cackle echoing with each clang of the Steel Types arm against his own body. He never even had a chance for as he powered to attack her she smashed the limb into his face and dove beneath with a Shadow Claw, slicing up.

One...two...three...

As she emerged on the other side the Weavile turned and gave a bow, and with a quick snap of her fingers a white line appeared dead center of the metal monster soon sliding apart to reveal that he had in fact been sliced clean in half. "One more...one more!" she cackled, jumping up and down. She was still hungry, she still craved their warmth, but there would be time enough later. Right now she had her fun and it was time to move to the next hunting ground.

Kaze stumbles a step backwards at the sudden appearance of the dark/ice type pokemon and her brutally systematic disassembly of the Metagross he had been talking to only moments before.
The hulking dented halves of the steely body still oozing the warm fluids of life across the dirt sliced in half as cleanly as a summer melon.
In the brief time he had known the Metagross he had seemed nice, there was no darkness in the feel of his thoughts like that which seemed to positively ooze from the Sawsbuck.
And that Weavile was just so fast, so fluid in the movements of its dead body and just so, so powerful it must have had like a billion hit points.
The Gardevoir feels his spirits rise a fraction. They must have been idling for way too long if the map they were on had spawned a Boss monster.
They should totally hunt it down, find out where it was lairing up and stock up on healing potions then set it on fire and watch it writhe. Hayato would like that.
Kaze permits himself a small smile at the thought before his face takes a more serious cast.
"What was that?” He asks, trying to fish the Metagross's notebook that apparently contained so much knowledge from the remains of his body.
No luck, he makes a small sound of disappointment at finding the book ruined.
It sounded important.
Not that he could read anyway, Kaze remembers finally with disappointment.
" It totally destroyed a metagross."
With the levels of strength needed for the Metang to fuse to form one by all accounts a Metagross should have at least slowed it down some what but that Weavile...
"And what do we do now?”

With an eerie care the Honchkrow hops to the ground and fluffs up his black feathers in curiousity. He tilts his head to the side and set out a soft caw as his long filthy talons score lines in the dirt. Hayato's yellow beak opens as he gives the former steel/psychic type a precautionary peck.
Being a creature based more on silicon than carbon the Metagross's hard steely carapace protected little edible flesh but what bits of meat remained were tasty morsels, the soft subtle flavors only enhanced by the difficulty of extracting them.
He digs his beak into the oozing insides of the metagross's severed halves and wriggles it around,flapping his charcoal colored wings as he manages to tear free one of the round red eyes.
Swiftly beating his wings to perch on the dark-needled branches of a nearby tree Hayato holds the eye like a large gaudy gobstopper and twitches his feathered throat as he throws his head backwards and gulps it down.
Delicious.
Hayato spreads his wings wide for a moment,dull red eyes focusing closely on the array of pokemon before him.
From above the tiny assembly of living looks even more laughable, like a human child's dead plastic playtoys waiting for something to animate them.
Perhaps this latest attack will spur them into the natural movement of a living pokemon in this world of undead, the bloody warfare of proving who has superiority in blood and claw.
"I’m no friend of yours..." He repeats under his breath and laughs to himself.

The light snowfall sprinkled the ground and sky. The slight breeze hit the ruins of Dragonspiral Tower as the snow crunched under the massive weight of the Automaton. The Automaton marched into the snow as he took one last look at the tower. Such an amazing thing, destroyed by some pathetic pokemon. His voice was metallic and aged.

He walked further into his Village of Snow, though it was no longer called that he didn't care. In his wake he left large, deep footprints in the snow. The Automaton was angered that those pokemon would dare ruin his Village, but he walked further into the city as he looked for these pokemon.

(Hey guys! Nice to be back<3)