The DREAMYARD Team

Tangrowth had intended to leave, oblivious to the presence of more delectable victims until the sound of crying distracted him. He paused in his exit, body shuddering with excitement as the terrible sobbing drew him back to the scene. Salivating, his overgrown tentacles falling into frenzy, the Harbinger returned.

By some stroke of luck, he passed the mourning Ninetales, his deathly scent overbearing as he tottered past back into the midst of battle. The Harbinger saw nothing, understood little and simply waited. A huge, looming beast of nightmares sat quietly amongst the chaos, sensing vibrations in the ground as he awaited his moment. Soon, it came.

Sensing his victim’s presence, Tangrowth’s rotting arm suddenly burst from beneath the mass of tentacles and slammed into the unwitting medicham with a furious Power Whip. The psychic gave out a terrible cry, slammed mercilessly to the ground as its bones gave a terrible snapping on impact. Tangrowth squealed in delight, launching himself towards the fallen creature as his arms held his victim in a crushing grip. Despite her struggles, her screaming, Tangrowth’s grasp could not be broken – the Harbinger holding his prize before his hidden features.

Babbling some unintelligible cry of joy, Tangrowth’s tentacles slowly overwhelmed the medicham. Slithering into the creature’s mouth, hanging agape in a scream, he listened as she began to choke – his limbs voyaging ever deeper down her throat. Another set of tentacles slipped into her nostrils; more prying their way into her eye sockets, brutally removing the organs as a gush of blood trailed down her mutilated face. Tangrowth continued muttering jovially to himself, words akin to another language as a sudden, powerful movement of his tentacles put an end to the psychic’s short life.

Each appendage wandering within the confines of his victim’s head jerked in unison, the pressure destroying the psychic’s skull in a brilliant spurt of blood. The medicham moved no more; her head collapsed in on itself, eyes missing as fragments of skull and gore splattered to the floor below. Wasting no further time, Tangrowth dragged the lifeless body towards himself – consuming the creature greedily, triumphantly.

Content with his feast, gorged on the lives of the innocent, Tangrowth abandoned the scene. He left no remains of the psychic save for only a pair of eyes, still begging for mercy in a pool of blood.

Ophelia had only barely noticed the Feraligatr fleeing into the bushes, only to be distracted by a roar from an approaching monster. Turning, the Chandelure was frozen, golden eyes wide as she watched the growth of tentacles move towards them. "E-Everyone!" she shouts with urgency, levitating backwards. The ghost-type hissed as she noticed it nearing the building Wil was housed in. Her flames flickered in rage. "Don't you DARE hurt him!" she screeched, rushing towards the harbinger in a mass of fire. It's limbs had already trapped the Litwick, however, and she soon slowed as she realized it was too late.

"No..." her eyes drifted to the Ninetales, who had rushed out from the doors. She was there with Wil... She had said she would guard him... "You," sophelia hissed, eyes narrowed at the fox. "YOU were supposed to protect him!" she motioned to the last vestiges of the candle's existence, arms shaking. "You call THIS protecting?! H-How could you?!" the Chandelure snapped. "You were there with him... Why didn't you attack?!"

The Chandelure stopped as the Tangrowth emerged, expression contorting into rage as she watched it carefully. Her body tingled with hatred and wrath. 'Avenge him, Ophelia.' her mind whispered. He was worth more to you than anything or anyone.' The Harbinger had already began to attack the Medicham, and recklessly the ghost-type threw herself into the fray. An inferno erupting from her metal hands as she narrowly missed the harbinger, growling in frustration as she did so.

The Tangrowth had left as quickly as he came, leaving behind the psychic's eyes in a lake of blood, Ophelia's whole body shaking with fury and fear. "W-Why...?" she mumbled. "This wasn't supposed to happen...."

"As if I didn't feel bad enough about it without YOU lecturing me! I have lost many kits before so losing Wil just made me remember all that pain all over again!" Ophelia almost burst out laughing, her face a scowl as she regarded the white fox. "Wil. Wasn't. Yours." she stated, her voice cold and harsh. "You barely even knew him. You had only met him a couple minutes ago." she snorts. "And if you believe that deems that he is one of your...'kits', then I'd suggest you rethink your ideals." the Chandelure turns away, fire dimming. "That kind of thinking will get you killed here."

She watched quietly as the Ninetales placed the flowers upon Wil's dead body, her hatred for the vixen growing by the second. She had no right to call the Litwick like one of her own. She had no right to stand before his grave. She had no right to have anything to do with their fallen companion. Bitterly, the Chandelure regarded the pair of eyes below her, frowning before she set them aflame. The wind that raced past them began to pick up the ashes of the vestiges of the Medicham, the powder like snow as it flew away from them. "...Requiescat in Pace, spiritus nunquam moritur." her long, spindly metal limbs crossed her body, the flames flickering as she finished the holy trinity. Dipping her head in respect, she looks back to the flowers on Wil's grave.

"...let me burn those." she mumbled. "Spirits are much better off among each other, in the wind."

"Sorry bout that Miss Ophelia... Moka here is a bit strained in mental terms if ya could call it that. Seeing someone so young die must've really sent her over the edge don'tcha think? Good thing I know her pressure points to knock her out for awhile or she mighta taken a good bite outta ya." The Chandelure nodded in thanks, looking at the now-limp body of the vixen. "Wil was your kid so you should decide how he shall rest and be remembered right? Go ahead." The ghost-type hesitated, frowning a bit as she looked down at the redden petals of the blossom. 'He wasn't mine either,' Closing her eyes, she lit the leaves with her flames, blowing gently to usher the ashes into flight.

"Requiescat in Pace, spiritus nunquam moritur." With a respectful bow, she turns back to the Arcanine. "Perhaps it would be a good idea to go separate ways now," Ophelia suggested, looking away. "This place has been tainted too much, staying here would only bring more pain and suffering. Surely that... monster will return for second helpings," she sighed. "And there's nothing left in this place to stay for. The shelter is no longer adequate, and its bound to be overrun by the dead." the Chandelure glances back to the mutt, a small smile on her face. "What's your opinion?"

"Well Miss Ophelia if you do truly believe we should part ways... I heard of Celestial Tower up near Mistralton City that you could find peace in seeing as how you ghosts enjoy each other's company." The Chandelure smiled gently, regarding the Arcanine's scarred eye. 'There's a story behind that eye,' her thoughts murmured with interest. "Celestial Tower does sound like a good place. I'd suggest Hoenn for both of you, it's a tropical region and well-known for it's volcano..." she paused, thinking. "Or maybe even the Unova desert. Although a lot more ground-types flock there."

"Y-You remind me alot of my mom... Kind yet firm and... Mom never did like Moka much haha... But I think I'm gonna take Moka to Kanto where mom and dad are... I hope but before we leave each other... May you be smiled upon..." The canine approached her only a few inches away before winking. Ophelia laughed a bit, nodding. "You too, stay safe. Maybe we'll cross paths again, someday." The ghost-type waved before turning around, looking back at the Striaton Gym. 'Perhaps those two aren't as bad as I thought they were,' she mused, before slowly floating towards the building.

[OOC: Keeping Ophelia on the team for a another round or two until I finish her dual profile. *w*]

As she floated to the gym, she stopped when the Arcanine's voice called for her. "Heya! Miss Ophelia! You know a lot about those other regions besides this one! Could ya tell me more if you don't mind?" she turned a bit to glance at the fire-type. "I wanna get me and Moka outta your hair but I got no idea where we could go..." The Chandelure smiled and motioned for the canine to follow as she levitated closer to the gym. "Mmmm... Well, it depends on what region you want to know about." she chuckles.

Ophelia arrives at the gym, gently pushing the burnt door as floating inside. With her Telekinesis, the ghost gently picks up her filthy book from the floor. With a sigh, she regard it, wondering whether it would be a better idea to keep it or not. After all, Taisiel and Hunter were in the book. "Kanto was the first region to be discovered, and is pretty nice... Lavender Town is the home of many ghosts, and Saffron shelters both psychic Pokemon and Humans." she paused, thinking. "Cerulean has many wate types so it might be a little dangerous for you there," she laughs.

"Some of the Bird and few flying Dragon types told me Kanto and Johto were the epicenter of this plague though...That Hoenn place seems more logical to be fair... Anywhere else makes my belly turn over..." Ophelia couldn't help but laugh a little, shrugging. "I don't see how that makes a difference," she states, simply. "It doesn't matter where this disease began--all the regions are equal. You'll find the weak, the strong, and the survivors in all of them." she paused. "I cam from Canalave, Sinnoh, and it's just about as bad as here."

When the Arcanine points out that she could use a bookmark, she blinks in surprise, turning to watch as the fire-type write on a napkin, before folding it into a Swanna. "So you can mark pages. It goes flat too!" About to take the bookmark with her Telekinesis, she stops as Moka awakes, scratching more odd letters onto it. "Don't forget us Ophelia..." the Chandelure gently takes the bookmark, regarding it before smiling, placing it in her book. "And we won't forget you." she nods. "I doubt I'll ever forget you two," she laughs a bit. "And for good measure..." she flips open the book to a blank page, beginning her writing.


She places the bookmark on the page and closes her book, smiling. "There." she hums. "Now I definitely won't forget."

As the fire-types told stories, the Chandelure couldn't help but laugh a little. "There's a Zoroark who leads unsuspecting Pokemon in there and then... Never heard from again!" Ophelia gives a mischievous smile. "Haunted, eh? Have you heard of the Old Chateau in Sinnoh? They say there's a real human ghost there, and that you can see her and another ghost occasionally as you walk the halls!" she laughs and grins. "Plus it's a hub for us ghost-type Pokemon. I suppose we're attracted to eerie places."

"The tale of a Hypno who hypnotized a child and took it away... One of the landings of the great Cresselia and her wings... Sounds like a great adventure to me. What do you think Ophelia?" she laughs again. "It definitely sounds like a great story starter, in my opinion. Maybe I should begin a novel on that." she paused with thought, before speaking. "There's also a bridge in Unova... I don't remember which bridge it was but there's always this girl standing near the railing of the bridge, looking down at the ocean. When you talk to her, people say she just... vanishes."

[OOC: Skip. orz Ophelia shrugged and said that not everyone comes back as a ghost, and that she's not sure if she had a past life herself, as she doesn't remember ever dying.]

((OoC: Hell I got nothing either :<... Err how about one last insanity battle only for them to lose each other in the commotion or something? I dunno))

Ophelia began to levitate to the doorway, peeking outside before pausing. "Do you hear that?" she asked, the Earth below her beginning to rumble and shake. "Something...something ominous is coming our way." she commented, warily coming outside from the gym, before hearing an ear-splitting roar. Eyes wide, she whirls around, facing her foe who stands to her left. Five massive giants, their faces torn apart and body scarred bellowed in rage.

Five Tyrannitars, undead and bloody stood before the frightened Chandelure, debris flowing from their body as their Sand Stream activated. The Sandstorm brewed fierce, and the ghost-type stumbled back into the gym, facing the fire-typed duo. "Shit! There's five Tyrannitars out there!" she shouted, panicked. "Do any of you know fighting type moves?"

"I know Close Combat actually. I'm gonna go out there ad use Close Combat to rupture their Achilles tendon and if at all possible the ACL... If I do that then they might be rendered immobile and we can take them down!" the Chandelure nods, watching as the Arcanine made it's way underground. "Be careful!" she shouts, worriedly, before glancing outside again. The ghost paused, before smiling. "When they start to attack back, I can use Telekinesis on either them or you. If they have Earthquake, then using Telekinesis on you means you'll be immune to any ground-type attacks." she suggests.

Ophelia gazes the battle from the windows, the battle-hungry Tyrannitars ramming against the walls of the gyms and letting out vicious snarls. She glances at Moka, giving her the best reassuring smile the ghost-type could muster before sighing. "I hope this goes well..." she mumbled, flames flickering in anticipation of the start of their battle. "Kill, or be killed...how pitiful this world's become."