The WHITE team

Things were calming down again. THat calmed the Ninetales. His stern face softened as he regaurded the group. Despite having no idea what the newcomer with the feathers was, he did not protest nor try to push him away. A good leader never turned down someone whom needed help. His hard eyes flickered to Akida, taking in that Zigzagoon again. She really was his favorite. He would not push her away. Same with Lotto and Gio. They were his new pack. And Koren would protect them no matter what. The proud Ninetales was about to question the newcmer of his name and purpose, even as they shared the berry bush, but a sudden touch interrupted him.

While the three gathered around and acted like old friends, sweet Akida had come closer to the larger fire type. His ears perked up in suprise, eyes going wide as he was not expecting it. The warm muzzel of the raccoon under his own chin brought a genuine smile to his face. She made things feel better, even if nothing was wrong. Koren ducked his head, huugging her effectively with his neck. He said nothin, simply breathing in her scent and trying to comfort her. She had been crying not two minutes ago. He did not pull away as he spoke softly then, breathing into her ears. "Please do not be sad dear Akida... We are all here to support you now."

The Ninetales only said how he truly felt. These were the ones he would protect and she was a part of it. Gently raising his head but not completely breaking contact with the Zigzagoon, Koren turned his serious gaze to the cewcomer. "My name is Koren, stranger. You are more than welcome to stay with us, but I must ask- what is your name?"

“Dmnrs po M’ll!” Lotto gushed at Gioiello as he stuffed berries into his mouth. And to think I thought he was a jewel when I first saw him, ayup! He dumped the rest of the berries onto the grass before him out of his hat, placing his beloved attire upon his head and grinning knowingly at Koren and Akida. He may act like a fool, but Lotto wasn't a blind fool! The Bidoof scooted away from the two lovebirds (hee hee) next to his little cubby as the newest member of the group replied to something that Gio had said. Chewing gratefully as the berry renewed his energy, Lotto eyed the Patrat with a gleeful smile.

"What a fine day it is to be in the White Forest!" He exclaimed, looking around said forest in great interest. Lotto had lived here, yes, but it was never enough for him - he couldn't remember what he did as he bunked in this forest, nor could he recall what he did before that! It was mind-boggling, not knowing what had happened the week before... Koren had introduced himself, welcoming the little feathered dude and asking his name. He did a small hop in his place, enjoying the sunlight in his short fur and being within the company of others. Although Lotto would admit that he had used Amnesia to forget any and all worries, in the expense of forgetting the bad things in life he had also given up remembering the greater parts. Moments, moments where he felt at home and at peace such as this one, he had forgotten because he didn't want to face responsibility - his gaze traveled to Koren, remembering how the Ninetails had cried that one time because he had hurt him. With a small smile, Lotto also remembered that it was at that time that the fire type had first smiled.

The Plump Mouse's eyes landed on Akida, how her past hurt but the Zigzagoon continued to slowly move forward. She's a much more stronger being than I am, ayup! But Lotto wasn't going to run away anymore, not at all! As the Bidoof brought his attention to his little friend beside him - Gio - Lotto found that he had taken on responsibility without him realizing it. He pounded his fist into his other paw, determined to be a better friend and a better teammate. A laugh soon followed, and he pounced onto the Patrat, locking him in a neck hold and ruffling his head fur. "Welcome to the party, fellow bucky-tooth!"

Akida's heart burned up as she felt Koren hug her back. It lifted her heart to the sky, and made her feel so much better than she felt a few minutes before. She closed her eyes gently, feeling his fur.

"Please do not be sad dear Akida... We are all here to support you now."

Akida smiled brightly at the comment. It was true, they were all there to help her. And Koren helped her realize this. She looked up when Koren spoke.

"My name is Koren, stranger. You are more than welcome to stay with us, but I must ask- what is your name?"

"Yes, indeed. I'm Akida, nice to meet you~" she smiled, keeping her head against Koren's chest.

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(OoC: Tired crap post is crap. lol)

Berries had to be the tastiest tasty thing in existence. He had only the big blue oran berries before, but each of the different colored brought about a new sensation to his mouth. He was practically inhaling each oddly shaped tiny morsel that came within reach. The sticky dribbles of juice sliding down over his fur adding their own colors to the growing rainbow of colors already there.

It was not until his tummy started hurting that he slowed down, his surrounds now coming back to him for he had ignored everything else except the round fruit.

"What a fine day it is to be in the White Forest!"

The White Forest….the fact that it had a name meant that there were other forests, just like there were other buck-tooth pokemon like the Prophet. Hmm, his fur was white, well it was mostly white now….so maybe he was meant to be here, like it meant something. Maybe if he was lucky he could inherit special powers by staying here just like the Prophet did when he saw that flash of light before!

Gio laughed to himself at that thought, because maybe, just maybe he can be a prophet just like the Prophet was!


((didn't really know what to write, but didn't want to skip |D))

Lorcan stood around the small group, finishing off his oran berry.
"My name is Koren, stranger. You are more than welcome to stay with us, but I must ask- what is your name?" asked the Ninetails, and the Bidoof and Zigzagoon chimed in asking as well, welcoming him to the group.
The little rodent Pokemon puffed out his chest as he replied; "Thankee, friends. I'm Lorcan. I've come from a far away, an' I've trav'lled for a long while. Thankee for the hospit'lity."

(Sorry this is so short. I've been busy lately but don't want to enter the safehouse again... ;; )

For a forest that was called white, this place wasn’t really white at all. The bark looked light, but nowhere near his once snow white fur coat. So Gio figured that the real white part of the forest was deeper in, and when they got there it would be white as white can be.

The prophet was most likely planning on taking him there later on, to the place where the Prophet came from and learned how to be the great prophet! It would be there that Gio would become The Cubby Prophet ! He would get the light of that one legend and see things like his Prophet. It was so amazing to think about he could hardly wait to start his life changing event. But the others were still talking.

So doing what came naturally natural to the bear, he naturally went into sneaky ninja mode, using a rolling maneuver he had seen the Prophet do in order to sneak away from the group on his adventure started early.

It looked like it worked, he made his way to a nearby bush and took a moment to keep the world from spinning around him, and in seconds it stopped, early signs that he was learning the path of a Prophet and already gaining powers.

((everyone's gone, so might as well explore |D))

"Thankee, friends. I'm Lorcan. I've come from a far away, an' I've trav'lled for a long while. Thankee for the hospit'lity."

"Nice to meet 'ya, Lorcan!" Lotto nodded, pounding a clenched fist into the palm of another. Sitting up, the Bidoof leaned into a comfortable position, "So," He began, a wide smile sliding up his face, "What next?" He pondered, looking around to give him ideas, yet nothing came out of it. However - he did notice something else; Gio was gone! Yet - the buck-tooth had never seen him leave, maybe he went 'ninja' and snuck out of the group somehow? Or - He could have hidden in Koren's Tails! Or even better- He stopped himself from thinking any more, he knew Gio couldn't be in Korens fluffy tails... Turning around, he manages to catch a glimpse of a bush shaking a bit. Gotcha, ya little rascal!

The Bidoof jumps over to the bush, peeking inside and finding exactly who he needed, "Gotcha, Gio!" However, Lotto couldn't let this go over without a punishment! Gio trying to escape from the group was a dangerous thing, and he needed to teach the bear a lesson, of course. I'll be just like a parent! He giggles a bit, before putting on a 'serious face' and looking up to Gio. "You shouldn't try to escape, ya know! There's dangerous things out there!" Creeping over Gio slowly, he whispers into the Cubchoo's ear, "There's monsters, ya gotta remember that, ayup!" Hopefully his little 'scaring trick' would do it, though he knew it most likely wouldn't. Gio could be a smart little bear.

Akida suddenly felt very queezey and sick. She was dizzy in confusion as she suddenly stumbled away. No one had noticed her though, she disappeared as quickly as she came. Before she knew, her feet were running away and into the forest. She was in a dream state.... None of it was real.... Nothing....
She would return.

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(OoC: Jesus I know, crappy post xD But she'll be back. lol)

The Lucario trudged through the forest, looking for something he had spotted a while back. A flash of blue caught his eye, soft tan fluttering behind it, and the canine's bright red eyes lit up in delight. He found it...

Quickly running after the pale blue speck he tracked the Nidorina until she stopped to fix her scarf. He wanted her, to make her screams echo through the forest like music through the air. There was no one around to stop him, human or Pokemon, so this kill would be simple. With a wicked grin the Lucario soon had a swirling pink and purple aura surrounded him as his Psychic was drawn forward. Unleashing the devastating power at the small rodent he laughed as her scream ripped through the air.

Her poison body was immune to their infection, but it was that same weakness that made his Psychic so effective. The tiny female squealed in pain, writhing on the ground as he kept the attack on her. She made the same noises as a stuck pig, not quite the music he was looking for, and it repulsed him. "Disgusting wench..." he growled, sending a Dragon Pulse rocketing towards her. Her body was crushed against the pressure and the crack of her bones somewhat made up for the horrid noises coming from her.

Crushing her underneath the weight of his combined Psychic and Dragon Pulse Lucario delighted as her skull caved in and all of the noises stopped. Bending down her ripped the cloth from around her neck and wrapped it around his own, delighted at the way it complimented his shiny blue rock from his last kill. Kicking the rodent off to the side he stomped away, not really caring if anything else in the forest may have seen his little game.

Gio may be gaining powers of a prophet in the first steps of the path of a prophet, but he was nowhere near the greatness of THE Prophet. The prophet had come out of nowhere, totally looking through Gio’s roll off sneaky sneakiness into the bushes. The cubchoo had much to learn, that was for sure….

But right now he was just sad that his adventure to become like the great Prophet was being put on hold by the very pokemon who inspired it. Though he didn’t argue with him, the prophet knew everything about everything, or at least he thought so, so surely there must be a reason why Gio could not become a prophet yet.

"You shouldn't try to escape, ya know! There's dangerous things out there! There's monsters, ya gotta remember that, ayup!"

That didn’t make sense at all….Gio had just eaten a whole forest full of berries before sneaking off, and the first rule about buggers was that they don’t come and growl from out of nowhere if you have lunch in your tummy…..Maybe the Prophet was hiding something from him…Or! The Prophet was putting Gio through a test to see if he could get the clue, as the second step towards being as great as him. He wanted Gio to be a code breaker, and sift through the lies for the truth like a detective!

He had absolutely no clue what the hidden meaning could be, but he could not let the older pokemon know that, so he gave his Prophet a wink in understanding.

But all was forgotten when the scream echoed through the forest.

Instinctively knowing what could happen, Gio half hid himself behind the one who always protected him, behind the Prophet who kept him safe. “Buggers Back….”

((A harbinger attack, and i think Bitterblue is gone.....think that leaves only Gio & Lotto on the team :| ))

Lotto was surprised, the "buggers"? Well, he must go check this out! Looking about, the Bidoof looks toward Gio and says "Stay here, I will go look..." With that, he ran into the depths of the forest.

([ooc: Leaving post.])

((90% sure this team is on hold, but just in case if its not, i'mma skip |D))

[ooc: Skip... Try, please paint the scenery and location. I have no clue what is going on.]

"Stay here, I will go look..."

Prophet left so fast Gio didn’t even get a chance to protest, or follow his role model, there was no way a little baby bear could keep up with a fast adult……now Gio was left there, in the middle of the forest all alone while the Prophet went out to look for a bugger that had screamed, and now left this huge forest silent…Gio hated being alone, sure, he could find it fun if it was by choice, but he had no say on the matter, and if he wasn’t around Prophet, the Buggers could come, because that’s what they did, come when they were separated.

Gio warily looked around, this place was all he knew of the world, and he had barely seen any of the forest, they had mostly spent the day running around in circles, and Gio hadn’t even bothered to remember any landmarks, except for the burned tree that was no were in sight. It just wasn’t on his mind; he was too busy having fun, not even thinking about a world outside of this forest, or without the Prophet.

He didn’t even have any berries to calm his nerves, the bush that they had eaten from was now empty, used to feed everyone, the bug-toothed blue feather man, Many-tails, Fluffy-tails, and even Piggy, but……now…..they were nowhere to be seen……even his prophet left, the one who Gio thought he would always be with……Gio was all alone…..in a forest he hardly knew….

Sniff

Sniff, Sniff

“No be Wimpy, No be” Sniff “….Wimpy…”

But it was no use, he had never been alone, there was always something happening, or someone within sight, but now…..he felt so alone, and no matter how tough he tried to be like the Prophet had told him to, Gio couldn’t hold it back, so he silently wept, wept more than when had gotten hurt from that shiny bugger who caused a black mark on his chest, which still burned also. He wept because for the first time in his life, and probably not the last, Gio was seeing the reality, that not everything stayed around all the time.


((I tried, but only ever played Black version, so never been to the White Forest |D))

It didn't take long till they were teleported into far different and vast forest. Casanova landed shortly after the unconcious Pure did, he glanced wearily at her before gazing at his surroundings. So they were somewhere else in Unova. The dirt was still the same Unova dirt, he could feel it between his hooves. Yet, something was off about this place, just as Icirrus City. It wasn't that this place had a forest similar to the place, but rather that this place gave the eerie vibe and atmosphere that Undead were watching.

He heaved a heavy sigh, the Zebstrika shifted his gaze over to the Sawsbuck that seemed far more lifeless than before. Never in his dreams could he think suck an event had befallen upon the Seasons Pokemon. Pure, the love his life, now an Undead. How sad and sickening. But Casanova wouldn't give up just yet, he spent so long looking for her, he must find a cure for her. The Electric-type had no strength whatsoever to carry the Sawsbuck, far too drowsy to even get his mind straight, must be the conditions of teleportation appearing. Nonetheless, Casanova shook his head madly, he should at least find a safehouse for them so they wouldn't be left out in the open.

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After quite a bit, he was able to carry Pure (she was surprisingly light) to a broken down Pokecenter. It was boarded up quickly and lightly, it wasn't the safest place, but better than nothing. The zebra-like Pokemon set himself down, catching his breath upon recent events. Everything seemed to go by so quickly, he wondered if he could ever adjust to the fact that his childhood sweetheart was now one of them. Maybe he just needed a quick breather, Casanova gazed through the windows of the Pokemon Center and towards the outside world, where the sun still shone brightly.

His eyes quickly widened at the sight before him. A young Cubchoo sitting along, its back towards them. He was weary if the Ice-type was an Undead, but it seemed to look perfectly fine if you dismiss the dirty patches of fur! "Hey kiddo!" the Zebstrika called out from the Center, "You alive?"

[Ooc: Time to revive this team B] ]

Prophet hadn’t come back yet….That was the single thought that kept creeping into Gio’s head. The prophet said he was going to come back real soon, but still nothing. He got tired of waiting though, even with his idol’s words of staying put, he could not anymore, he needed to find his Prophet soon, he knew nothing else really.

He walked and he walked, first on two feet for a while, but that grew tiring, so he switched to all fours, it felt more….natural. Plus his prophet tended to run on all fours also, so it made him happy to be mimicking him even then. Though not happy enough to forget his loneliness. He had never really been alone, all he knew was of that shiny bugger and Prophet, and now he didn’t even have that bugger. But buggers were scary, so Gio was not so sad to not have the bugger. Though the fact that he was not eating AND away from the Prophet meant that buggers would find Gio soon.

He eventually stopped in front of a…..whatchamakalit. If he was here he’d know what to call it. But for now it was a whatchamakalit. A big whatchamakalit though. What to do with it was beyond him, so he sat in front of it, looking out to see if his prophet had come looking for this thing, so they could finally be reunited and go rolling in the berry bushes or something.

“Hey kiddo! You alive?"

He wasn’t expecting that…..not at all. He was hoping for something to happen, but for a stripy pokemon to be poking its head out of the whatchamakalit was not one of them.

“Not ‘live, Me Gio!”

Gio had no clue why they would call him alive, he already had so many other nicknames, many of which he couldn’t remember right now. He wasn’t gonna let some stripy pokemon start making up nicknames for him, that’s The Prophet’s Job.

(skip)

Prince raced through the undergrowth, swiftly changing his course to dodge the incoming attacks from the undead that trail behind him. Gracefully he side-stepped, not losing his speed as an Eelektross slammed into a tree trunk. There were only three infected left now, but theHaxorus couldn't afford to rest. He stumbled through the bushes, forcefully kicking a rock backwards to hit a Leavanny's frail leg with the stone. He was panting, grasping a fallen log to swing at the remaining two as he tripped backwards, landing on his rump but proud that the horde of dead tracking him were finally executed.

He'd been running for days, almost a week, with little to no rest. He had unsteadily roosted a top strong trees and hid into burrows for naps, the undead merciless as they tried to reach him. It was all over now, finally the infected that chased him so relentlessly were gone, and now he could concentrate on his true goal. Prince steadily rose on his bulky feet, quietly shifting as he looked around, inhaling a good amont of oxygen to try and pick up scents. He had to find Pure.

Breathing, he froze when a familiar smell hit his nose. It was a peculiar kind of scent, something akin to a wilting cherry blossom, and immediately the Haxorus was running again, calling the Sawsbuck's name in hopes for an answer. "Pure! Pure?! Are you here?!"

[OOC: hjsdgbkfsd sorry for the late reply! I kinda forgot I had to post. ^w^;; ]

Lotto really wasn't sure why he had decided to look for that 'bugger'. Something willed him to do so, and he always trusted his gut instinct. That normally brought him to a good stash of Oran berries or maybe even a Chesto berry if he was lucky, but there were instances where the Bidoof was simply silly and forgets his meaning in life. He had gone off on his own, sure, and when he didn't find anything he should have gone straight back; but he didn't. Lotto had found a hollow stump, and climbed himself into it. Lotto didn't really think much after that -- but when he came out of that stump, he was wearing that same goofy grin as he always had, doing a lighthearted sashay as he brought himself back to where he'd find Gio.

But the rascal wasn't there when Lotto came to greet him. "Wha? Where'd the little smite go!" He asked in a shrill voice, fanning himself as if he were having a heart attack. He easily recalled those human drama shows where the women would get all frantic searching for babies they were too irresponsible to take care of. How they blamed other causes, when in fact it was their fault all along. The Bidoof began to sniff out where the Cubchoo might have gone, his twitching nose barely catching the bear's scent. He followed after the trail for a bit, but it wasn't soon after that he found himself lost.

"Pure?! Are you here?!" Lotto's eyes sprung upward as he saw this huge dragon -- a Haxorus, oh my! -- charge through the forest in the heat of the moment. Alight with curiosity, the Bidoof began to chase after the dragon, laughter bubbling up instinctively. How odd this was, meeting a Pokemon who was looking for another Pokemon during his own attempt to find someone. It was looking for someone and instead finding someone who was looking for another stranger! This is making my brain hurt, hee! Although the Haxorus was obviously faster than him, Lotto had a lot of stamina, and he was able to steadily keep the discolored Pokemon in sight as they made a mad dash through the woodland.

"I'm coming 'round the mountain, Gio!" He hollered with great jubilation, hoping his shouts would reach the bear's ears. "Gioiello!"

((Should have done this earlier, but gonna wait a turn to see if Pure/Casanova responds >.<))

[OOC: Skip me this round. ^^;;]

The response of the little cub was.... not exactly what Casanova was expecting. The little creature was making happy sounds, almost like a young baby, but then it waved its arms up into the air. The Zebstrika whinnied softly, shakking his long head as the Cubchoo squealed. “Not ‘live, Me Gio!” This took the equine off gaurd, and he simply gaped at the child. Not 'alive'? What the hell? That in itself was simply... disturbing. Cas pawed at the ground with one hoof at the thought of having to deal with more of those blood thirsty monsters. Oh, how he was sick of them. How he wished they would all just go die in a hole. All of them. His bright gaze darkening with his thoughts, he blew air from his nose in aggitation.

That was, until the sweet scent of his beloved came back to him. The Zebstika's eyes softened, that time with sorrow, as he recalled Pure. His Pure. And she was sill just as much one of them as ever. Making a silent apology for the thoughts she would never hear him speak out loud, he cleared his throat awkwardly to the bear cub. I can only assume that what he said is the tyke's name. Taking a shot in the dark, Casanova trotted forward so that he was right before the kid. "Gio, eh, kiddy? Well, I'm Casanova." Grinnin down at little Gio, Cas tossed his head in a gesture to the dame still on his back. "And this here is Pure. Do you know where we a-?"

But the electric type was interrupted right then by a screeching voice, making him nearly jump into the air and drop the Sawsbuck from his back. "What the FUCK?!" Casanova immediately turned to look behind him, meeting the thoroughly pissed off gaze of what was Pure. She nearly had her teeth bared at him. "Put me the fuck down!" Yep. That's the new Pure, alright.

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Pure had no idea for how long she had been out. She had lost consciousness almost immediately, falling right into the black. She saw weird things, undead and uninfected alike, flame ridded forests and clifftops over oceans, old friends and new ones all mixed together. It was like one huge mind fuck. The undead could not follow whatever her brain was playing for her, and just simply gave up, ending up just following with the flow. She elt her cheast twist painfully everytime Paladin was shown, his old Deino self, but only became full of rage at the coward's state before he had abandoned them all. She was upsidedown and all this other shit, just making the Sawsbuck's brain scramble to try to make heads or tails of what direction was what. Fuck, this. Stupid brain....

"Pure! Pure?! Are you here?!"

Just as soon as she heard the cry, Pure was ripped from her wird dream. Her eyes snapped open, still processing the yell. It was obviously that shiny Haxorus, Princ. But was it real or just in my head? But as she slowly was able to take in her surrowndings, the Sawsbuck realized something else. Where exactly she was. Nostils suddenly flaring, her eyes sparking with intensity, she yelled at Casanova, "What the FUCK?!" The look of shock and almost fear she received made it all worth it. She spoke slower, as it talking to a small, stupid child. "Put me the fuck down!" The Zebstrika looked pathetic, his blue orbs almost seeming to try and plead with the Sawsbuck. But why do I feel like it has more than to do with letting me off of his back? Reminding herself of the silent pact she made to never be miserable again, Pure took unkindly to his silence as it dragged out.

She scowled at him. "Fine." The duel type would never admit that she couldn't feel her legs, or that her neck stung, or that she was just really fucking tired in general, but that would never stop the stubborn doe. With one swift movement, Pure pulled her forelegs from the other side. "Pure-!!" But his warning was ignored on top of being unnessisary. The Sawsbuck had already fallen to the ground in an ungraceful clump. Grunting as she struggled to straighten her legs beneath her, Pure finally got to her hooves. Breathing a sigh of releif, she started in shock when she felt the Zebstrika's side against her's. She glared up into his clamost.... concerned eyes. "You don't look..." Pure nearly spat at him in response. "Look what? Good? Alive? Just leave me alone."

But when she tried to pull away from him, the Zebstrika was stubbornly by her side. Pure would not admit it, but she honestly needed the zebra's support. Having him there, her legs didn't tremble from the effort of trying to hold her wight. She was releived when Casanova didn't respond to her inquiry, but she could not have have helped but wonder when the hell he had started caring so much.

Watching the stripey pokemon carrying the pink one made Gio only miss his prophet. He liked riding on his back also, made him feel taller and more important, and the occasional mush made him giggle. Made him remember that the only reason that he was right in that spot in the first place was because he was looking for that big toothed prophet. But.....he forgot which way he was going in since resting. So for now he'd just see what these two were about.

"C'Noba, Pure...." one of those names was obviously a lot easier to pronounce than the other. Names....they always seem to torment Gio, who can't even properly pronounce his own name, let alone those odd names he was being given.

Odd names for odd pokemon. All they ever seemed to do was fight with each other, and not the fun fighting and name calling he had seen before, just the boring type of fighting. He had no clue how someone could be carried around and still be grumpy, made no sense at all.

"I'm coming 'round the mountain, Gio!"

"Prophet!"

He knew that voice instantly, he could never forget it, it was really the only one he ever recognized. Other than maybe his own of course. But he had no clue what he had meant by that. He never learned what a mountain was, he knew trees and forests, but he had never seen a mountain. But he was smart, little Gio could easily deduce that a mountain was obviously a type of tree or a bush, but a different one. Now to only figure out what made it different.

The he figured it out, the prophet had clearly told him what to look for, he was just too happy to hear him to actually hear him. A round Mountain Tree! Or bush of course. He just had to go looking for the nearest round plant. But he was way too small to see anything like that. Well, he was too small, but that stripey pokemon wasn't. So walking up to the C'noba, Gio immediately tugged on its leg.

"Round Mountain?"

((sorry for the lateness. But it should be Lulu's turn next since me and ciana went out of order to avoid more skips .-.))

"Prophet!"

Lotto had ran alongside the Haxorus because hey, two people looking for others basically equals that they should work together! When the Bidoof had heard the jubilant voice of his little bear, however, something within the beaver just lit up and spread throughout his entire body like some flaming inferno. It urged him on like a pixie leading an elfin warrior, and with a surprising burst of speed that surprised even himself, Lotto found himself leaving the dragon's side and swiftly running through the forest. He began to remember the small signs of familiar territory here and there, and his pace continued to quicken -- a dilapidated tree trunk, a stone split in two, an Oran berry bush. Lotto felt his easygoing smile widen into a full-out grin as a dash of light blue caught his eye. Gio!

The Bidoof jutted his fore paws onto the ground, turning easily and continuing onward with a push of his hind legs. At this point he was at a slower pace, and it was only when he saw two other horses with the Cubchoo that he had to remind himself that they weren't alone in this forest. Akida and Koren aren't here either... He walked slowly when he caught the angry eyes of the Sawsbuck, his heart sort of wrenching in a sad way when he saw that behind the anger, there was a profound sadness. Ah... Lotto really did not like meddling in the business of others, so with a cock of his head he turned to the object of his running -- "Gioiello, my boy, let us have a proper reunion!" He waggled a finger to signal the little bear to come closer.

He wasn't even sure why he had grown so attached to the Cubchoo, but there was that special something that caused him to... try? To stay within sight of eyes glowing in admiration? Lotto gave in to the urge to laugh, allowing a weird snort and chortle to escape him. I'll be Good Father, and he'll be Happy Son, and we'll be one Awesome Family!

He had no time to waste waiting for the stripey pokemon’s answer, that round mountain won’t be around forever, it could spread legs and run off into the forest at any moment, and he’d forever lose sight of the Prophet! Everything right now could be a round mountain, so he just had to go looking through everything in the entire world, simple no? No one would be able to say that Gio is a bad thinker!

And he would have done just that too, gone on an adventure himself, just so that he may find the Prophet, and go on more adventures!

But The Prophet was always 3 steps ahead, already managing to go around that mountain and find him with ease. Halting just out in the distance before the trees began to get all close together again, and waving to him. And not just normal waving mind you, it was telling Gio to come back to him, not that he even needed an incentive to bolt towards the bigger, browner pokemon.

He was so excited to finally see his Prophet again, that stopping wasn’t even in his mind at all. His over-excitement showing itself when he launched into the air to tackle his Prophet into a hug, and to cling to the familiar fur. He knew if he did garb onto him, he would not let go of his Prophet so easily, not wanting to be separated again. Whimpy-ness can go get lost, he liked being around the Prophet, and that was that.


((sorry for the lateness and slight shortness, real world can be so cruel in its demands sometimes |D))