The WHITE team

Razor-Tooth was nice, Gio really couldn’t understand most of what that big pokemon was saying, and a lot of the harder names went over his head, but he could tell Razor-Tooth was nice. Gio hadn’t even noticed when C’noba and Pure had disappeared, he had been too busy playing with Prophet to see, like Razor-Tooth said, they vanished. Gio just wondered if he’d ever see them again. Or if they just disappear forever like the ones that came before.

"Prince! Those buggers are behind ya!"

Buggers?

Gio turned to look, but they didn’t look like that other bugger before. The last one was yellow and black, and sent out shiny things. But these looked nothing like the other bugger. These where large, dark and had pointy horn things on their faces. And there was a lot of them….It was no fun when there was just one, now with so many of them, Gio didn’t know what would happen.

"Gioiello. Promise me you'll hide in a bush until we're done okay? Just stay in there, no matter what."

Promise?

He had no clue what that was. And the way Prophet was saying it….it scared Gio. And he didn’t even know why he was scared. Just that the Prophet wasn’t smiling like always, and his eyes…

He was pushed to the bush, and even though he did not why, Gio hid inside. Scared of what might happen if he did not. He was especially wondering why Prophet and Razor-Tooth weren’t hiding in the bushes. Was this some new game? Where Gio hid, until Prophet told him to stop? If it was it was a scary game. And where did the buggers come in?

It was all confusing.

Gio was peeking out the bush, trying to see what was happening. Maybe if he watched what was going on, he’d understand more….

"Prince! Those buggers are behind ya!" Perking up, the Haxorus whirled around to face the army of Rhyhorns that had formed behind him. A deep, raspy snarl rose from his throat, baring his teeth against the stomping of the rock type's feet. Waiting for the Cubchoo to be placed into the safety of the bush, the dragon-type had let out a roar, the very sound trembling the branches of the trees surrounding him. "You ready, Lotto?" as much as the shiny disliked to battle, he doubted that they could get away from an onslaught of rampaging rhinoceros.

Claws glowing with purple energy, the giant had spun around, flexing his hands as he initiated his Swords Dance. Prince's body quickly engulfed itself in a red, blazing aura, eyes glowing with the same scarlet as he charged forward at the Rhyhorns. As soon as he reached them, he swept his axe-blades at their feet, launching his body at the surrounding undead in a mass flurry of punches and kicks. Continuing his Outrage, the Haxorus roughly snatched the skull of a nearby rock-type, fling it's whole form against another, releasing another, ear-splitting roar.

It was exhilarating just as it was frightening, wonderful just as it was dark. Lotto watched as Prince took on an offensive approach, dashing forward with such wild vigor and strength. The dragon roared menacingly as he swung his head around, and at this point the Bidoof realized that he should assist the Haxorus. I'll back you up, Princey! Lotto thought in determination as he blundered into the fray. It was a messy stampede of crazed infected, but it was also a dangerous dance between the living and dead. Somewhere amongst this mayhem, there was a rhythm for the movement.

Eyes gleaming in adrenaline, Lotto sidestepped to the side as a Rhyhorn charged past him -- he then used that momentum to slam into another opponent. Thinking quickly, the Bidoof then proceeded to forcefully jab his fore paws deep into that Rhyhorn's empty eye sockets and twisted painstakingly hard. The resulting roar gave Lotto an affirmation that it did indeed hurt to have something going into your head. He ended its undead life with a quick Super Fang to the top of its skull. A dark smattering of its gunky blood had by then covered nearly all of the front of his body. Right...! Lotto withdrew from the deceased Pokemon, knowing he had only killed one of the numerous still running. The Bidoof glanced down at his bloodied paws, grimacing only for a second before launching his Buck Teeth Wrath upon the next victim.

As he continued to dodge and parry the Rhyhorns' attacks, his mind briefly flashed to the thought of Gio watching all of this. Was this healthy for a child to be exposed to killing? Or perhaps death in general? Lotto's teeth had just cut the throat of another Rhyhorn when he gave up on trying to shield the Cubchoo. He decided that it was better for Gio to grow up feeling that death was a natural part of everyday life, rather than allow him to feel as if something was amiss (that is, a peaceful life). A part of Lotto was torn, morality being questioned, but it was dire times and the world was ending; what more could they do? What more could he do with a child growing up at the end of the world? The Bidoof launched himself downward and began to Dig, taking note to steer clear of the raging Prince. Like two cogs in a machine, they had maneuvered through the masses separately but working succinctly -- there were still more Rhyhorns as of yet, however.

Dirt was pushed to the side as Lotto dug further into the ground, feeling the stomping of the ground types within the terra firma. Giving a nod to himself, he allowed his senses to get a feel of where he should attack. There was stomping just a few feet ahead, but that meant movement, and movement meant a harder target. Muffled roars to the 'left' of him reminded him of Prince, the graceful but deadly dance that the dragon partook within. In haste, Lotto surged forward and upward, paws scratching frantically at any Rhyhorns in his line of target. "Huzzah!" He battle roared, landing on his paws and headbutting the nearest infected with great energy.

((Sorry, gonna have to skip for now >.< Gio is still in the bush, looking at the fight))

[OOC: Skip. ^^; Prince has finished his Outrage and took out a good amount of undead, but is now confused and is being rammed by Rhyhorns from all directions.]

It was weird what went through someone's mind as they fought for their lives. Because at the moment, Lotto was scrutinizing life, his life. It shouldn't be mistaken that he didn't like his lifestyle. Lotto enjoyed life -- in fact, he would have rather ignored pain and suffering in favor of happiness. And he could smile and goof around and maybe eat an apple, but that was him before a certain factor came into play. That tiny factor was Gioiello, a bear he had mistakenly named and doted as his follower. But it's been loads of fun, too! He didn't dispute that he had plenty of giggles with the Cubchoo, but wowzers, taking care of the young one brought a lot of maturity that Lotto inevitably embraced. The miniscule realization smacked him so hard that a Rhyhorn had slammed right into his side, a forceful shock causing the Bidoof to skid across the ground. "Ooph!" He lay there for a moment, allowing himself to breathe. His limbs burned as he got to his feet, the ache on his side pulsing with pain.

Lotto's vision blurred, and he had to rapidly blink as the environment exploded with action. A majority of the Rhyhorns had either been killed or dispersed, leaving behind about five to finish it off. The Bidoof grunted with effort as the Rhyhorns focused on Prince, ramming relentlessly against the dragon. Indignation suddenly flared up within Lotto, and a madness enveloped his being. Like... wowzers, Lotto was beginning to realize how often he ran away, how often he turned a blind eye. People like Prince were suffering because people like him didn't help. The Bidoof turned his head as he caught sight of icy-like fur, seeing that he had been rammed right next to the bush. Lotto was being a hypocrite. I was being a hypocrite. The knowledge rammed into him as if he were the one being beaten down, torn apart, tossed aside.

But he wasn't the one surrounded by Rhyhorns -- that was Prince, and he needed to help the confused dragon out of the dilemma. Lotto silently accepted how ignorant he had been, turning to Gioiello with a new face. He was determined to make up for lost time, and Gio needed to learn the basics of survival. [color=#ff33cc]"Gio! I want ya to sneeze on those buggers, all right? Sneeze everything out of your body!" He raised a (partially bloody, maybe even grotesque) fist and shook it, before jumping towards the Rhyhorns and digging his Super Fang into the rough skin. Lotto's side only twinged slightly with pain, the adrenaline numbing the pangs. I'm not going to run away anymore, yeppers. He was here to stay, and he was going to stay by those words.

Little by little Gio was starting to understand this new game. It was almost exactly like that other game they played with the shiny bugger. Just with more of them and less shiny stuff involved. They played ruff though, bumping into each other and everything. The only thing he couldn’t get was where all the red was coming from. It was as if it was coming from nowhere by some magic, just magically appearing on the buggers and on the Prophet. The ones that got too red though, they appeared to get too tired and just take a nap.

This just made Prophet and Razor-Tooth even more amazing, because there were already so many buggers getting red and tired. Those two only had a bit of red, and where still playing hard. Maybe that was why Gio couldn’t play, because they didn’t want him to get tired and nap just yet? Must be the reason!

Gio had been busy watching Razor-Tooth handle the large amounts of buggers, that the Prophet jumping right next to Gio’s bush was a happy surprise. Gio couldn’t help himself from waving at the Prophet in play before the Prophet spoke to Gio.

"Gio! I want ya to sneeze on those buggers, all right? Sneeze everything out of your body!"

Do what on the Buggers? Sneeze? Was this part of the game? So many questions for Gio, he had to think about the words of wisdom that the Prophet gave him. It was obvious the Prophet wanted him to join in the fun now, since most of the buggers where either napping or gone now. But Sneeze? Prophet said ‘everything out’ so its something that comes out of Gio….and the only thing he saw that came out of himself is the gooey stuff from his nose. Oh! And also the sparkly cold stuff whenever he made that funny feeling in nose come up. Maybe that was it? He felt that that was it, so he now declared it that!

Gio breathed in the biggest breath that he could muster, he could have sworn that his air sack grew a million times bigger by doing so, so big that he was going to burst if he took more! And then he blew it out his nose in one giant sneeze. All aimed at the buggers like the Prophet wanted him to!

And for a second, it seemed like that entire section was just pure white, but that passed and in the next bit he could see the cold sparkly stuff on the ground and bushes and trees and buggers.

“Prophet see? Prophet see?!”

He couldn’t help the overwhelming smile that came up as he rubbed his amazing nose and sniffled.

[OOC: argh I'm sorry I have to skip again. ;; I need to leave right now for a meeting and I don't have anytime to post until late night. ;;; Prince is still confused, and is bashing his head against trees and Rhyhorns in rage.]

((So....nothing has happened since my last post, so I'mma Skip -.-))

The Haxorus stumbles forward, snarling and lashing with his claws as be brought down a tree in the midst of his confusion. With one swift motion, he catches the head of a Rhyhorn within his jaws, crushing the skull in a slow, agonizing motion before using the carcass as his own instrument of murder. He heaves it towards another undead, swinging it forward as it collides with his surrounding foes. Prince disregards the wounds that quickly form on his body, slamming into a large boulder before finally being released from the grip of his confusion.

He had barely realized how a Rhyhorn had been ramming against him the whole time, the sharp pain finally reaching his brain as the Haxorus stumbled onto his knees, panting and gripping at his sides. He perked up a little, hearing the familiar voice of the Bidoof in the distance asking the Cubchoo to sneeze. Prince smiled, a little, as he got up as assessed the situation, narrowly dodging another charge from a Rhyhorn. The battle isn't over yet!

He could feel the cold washing over him, the white Powder Snow only temporarily blinding him before he shook it off, quickly moving away from the group of undead. “Prophet see? Prophet see?!” Prince smiled at the child. "There's only three or so left...great job!"

[ooc: aughhh I hate to skip but I just don't have the time right now :CCCC on the off side, do you guys wanna make a team planning topic and discuss where we're actually going, lol??]

"There's only three or so left...great job!"

Gio was smiling with giddiness from that.

He had successfully partook of the game and did amazing in it! Without even knowing how too! Maybe now the Prophet would let him play the full game. Gio really wanted to, to do exactly like prophet and razor-tooth did, running around, biting and rough housing all over the place, it looked like sooooo much fun.

But, Sniff, Sniff, his nose goo was really gooey right now….Gio had to sniffle more often just to keep it from going all over the place. Why was that? He kept rubbing his nose to try to calm it down but it had no effect. It had a mind of its own, and right now it wished to be wet. Gio would just have to deal with that, that and the heat. But unless Prophet had super weather powers, the heat would stay.

He thought about making a lot of sparkly cold stuff to cool himself down, and possibly to roll around in, but his nose was still being funny. Maybe he ‘sneezed’ too hard last time?

He really wanted to ask the Prophet about it, but he was still busy. Even Razor-tooth was still busy….as long as those buggers where still around the game continues. And there was still…..3? Left….

((Not much happens really....mostly cause i was kinda waiting to see if someone would respond to [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]. But i guess no one saw it |D))

((OOC: FUCK shit shit shit I'm so sorry I was so aught up in my work that I forgot to post for this team! I'm super sorry, please skip me. ;;n;; ))

Yawwwwwnnnnn.

A big and long Yawn slowly drew itself from the small cub. And for a while there Gio was confused. He was not expecting the noise that was coming out of his mouth. He did not even expect for his mouth to suddenly open up like that so wide, and he couldn’t even close it while the noise was happening. It sort of scared him to tell the truth.

But with the yawn came intense drowsiness that likes of which he had not seen so far. Keeping his eyes open was getting harder and harder the longer the stared at the others moving around so much.

It was like some pokemon was using some sparkly or shiny move to make his eyes heavier, maybe the prophet would stop them from playing that game once he was done with those buggers. Maybe.

But for now…this bush looked very soft. Very, Very Soft…

Just a little nap, then back to playing this bugger game.

((crap post is crap, but nothing has happened, we need to figure out the plot, recommend putting the team on hold until then. Put stuff in the RP discussion thread, but i think no one has looked at it |D))

Prince had turned back to the remainders of the horde, the survivors that had held through Lotto and his wrath, along with the powerful sneeze from the Cubchoo. Taking his time to stretch his limbs, the dragon braced himself as a Rhyhorn charged towards him--colliding with his armored hands before being flung backwards. As the undead sprinted again, a swift movement of the behemoth's blades had sliced the head of the rock-type's clean off. He smiled as the Guillotine hit, glaring threateningly at the last two opponents.

"C'mon, fight me." he laughed, before viciously ripped away a Rhyhorn's armor with his bare hands. He watched in amusement as it's companion fled, realizing that battling him was not worth it. Dusting his hands off of debris, he looked back to the cub, only to find the ice-type drifting off into a peaceful nap. Prince sighed in relief, gathering all the berries that the others had collected into a single, larger pile before popping an Oran Berry in his mouth. He had never quite liked the taste of Oran Berries--but food was food. The Haxorus flexed his arms. "I'm a little out of practice, but it looks like I'm getting pretty used to this form." he settled beside Gio, getting comfortable as he ate more fruit. "Today's been a long day."

[[OOC: I think putting the team on hold would be a good idea until someone new joins/Nega comes back. ;u;]]

Gio woke a little bit, he was just barely able to get into a good position and start falling asleep. But something was bothering him. Some noises where getting to him. He could barely hear it in fact, but it was there. Almost as if it was calling to the young Bear. Enticing him to follow it, to go after it, to find out what IT actually is. Like the longer he stayed the wondering what it was, the farther away IT was getting, so the cubchoo had to move fast.

He looked around confused, Razor-Tooth was lying right next to him, most likely covering up where the Prophet was....But Gio really wanted the Prophet to come along also. But if he went to look for him, IT would be lost....

So he sneaked away, Gio would go find IT then quickly come back before the Prophet even knew what happened.Everyone would be happy!

((Sorry, i think instead I'mma make Gio Inactive....at least for now. Need to cut down on my characters for a bit until finals are over. But shall make him active again in the near future!))