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(ACE) The HEARTHOME Team

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Re: (ACE) The HEARTHOME Team

Post by Abysswalker on Fri May 19, 2017 11:43 pm


Route 212 | Night
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Before long, the newcomer finally shows up. Connor silently hides behind Polnareff, barely peeking around him in order to catch a glimpse of the stranger. His eyes are wide and watery; it's difficult to imagine that there'd been times today when the Eevee showed glimpses of happiness. Michael may not be a fan of kids, but this particular kid has been through hell and then some. With Pol half-dead from wounds and getting absolutely zero reprieve from all the bullshit, it looks like Mike's going to have to handle diplomacy. Goddess help them all.

“I think that thing lost our trail…How badly are you hurt?”

This is a complete stranger he is speaking to; how smart would it be to use honesty? For all any of them know, this could end up being the one Pokemon that sinks its teeth into their throats at night. Metaphorically, of course, because horses don't have fangs. Hopefully. Really, though, what would be the point of withholding information? Anyone with two functioning eyes (or perhaps more) can see the injuries and exhaustion that is practically painted all over the three of them. One good gust of wind, and all three of them would be knocked out cold.

Fuck it.

”Not sure...hurts like hell to walk, though,” Michael answers, trying not to grimace too much. He cannot complain, not when Polnareff is quite literally struggling to breathe right next to him and has taken God-knows how many beatings at this point. The Lucario is the embodiment of life's capricious nature; Michael still feels the pangs of dislike from only hours before, mixing in with the rapidly-developed respect that formed after the Lucario fought for them and stood with them even as Pokemon like Halloween  ditched the very group they'd promised to protect (proving Michael's point that Arcanines cannot be trusted). He deserves help a hell of a lot more than Mike does.

”My name is Wildheart, I saw you when that thing showed up…thought you might have a better idea of where to head than me.”

”Sorry you had to run into that mess,” Michael says, trying to ignore the pain beginning to once again stab at his skull. The silence stretched on for too long, and now he awaits with an oppressive anxiety for the reflection in the mirror to raise its ugly voice again. Why is it quiet? No, he cannot think about it right now. Don't think about it. ”We're looking for a mansion that's supposed to be somewhere around here. I know you said you didn't know where to go, but have you heard anything of it?”


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Post by R'hia Kyrie on Wed Sep 06, 2017 4:44 pm


Hearthome City South Gate | Night | 22

The Zebriska takes its time approaching. Cautiously, though in this day and age, it could be seen as boldly, he comes closer and speaks. “I think that thing lost our trail…How badly are you hurt?” Well, all things considered… it’s fairly likely that this fellow is now in the best shape of the group, assuming he didn’t stumble into that frozen hell straight out of a series of battles like they had. He waved his hand side to side, in a sort of ‘so-so’ motion. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure if he had so much as another sprint in him. Every breath felt like his lungs were shriveling desperately within his chest, only to painfully try and push their way out of it right after.  Hell, even the boys could probably put up a better fight than him at this particular moment. He sits, listening, trying to muster enough energy to simply get up.

Wildheart, eh? ”Pol.. nareff.” His words come out on two different breaths, but sound… stable, even with the noticeable rasp. He groans as he leans forwards, looking a little pitiful as he takes a solid minute just to return to a standing position. Using hands to guide him up, thumping back to the ground once with a muffled wince, he does indeed get back up. There wasn’t time to rest much, damnable apocalypse.  He looks down, seeing Connor down by his leg, still gazing at the newcomer with timidity. He nudges him gently, offering a weak, but somewhat convincing smile for comfort.

While Mikey-boy did the talking, Pol was too preoccupied making sure he was in functioning condition to be able to pay attention to what was being said. Not that the kid would be so foolish as to piss him off, considering their condition. He, unfortunately, was indeed the worst off. In a phrase, he was the weakest link right now. Seems his initial thoughts were correct… this newcomer was likely one of their best hopes right now. He feels himself up- plenty of new nicks, mostly shallow. A few were a bit deep, but nothing like the ever-present slice on his side- which was wet again. He looks down, then at the ground. Droplets, some already soaked into the earth, his fur having streaks down it. ”Shit.” The bleeding wasn’t major, but breaking into a too-many-meter sprint, holding the kiddos, made his hip movements his main force of momentum. All that movement, well, you could say it really tore him a new one. He ponders to himself, grumbling incoherently aloud. At this rate, I’m gonna have a wound here for months… and a new scar. He sighs, not exactly wanting to bring attention to it, yet knowing that it needs to be either left be for a period of rest, or they’d need another miraculous oran berry. A guy can only expect so many miracles in one day though… what now?

He holds a paw over the wound as he approaches. Micheal’s talking about the castle- Pol thinks on it, he knew he started off in the general direction that would get them closer to it, but in the ruckus he had no way to actually give it more thought. At this point, he hadn’t any idea of what exact direction, only the vaguest thought of ‘that way.’ Will this shitshow ever have an uninterrupted break?

((OOC: Thanks for your patience! I'm comin back- and trying to fix the image not showing up. *proceeds to be a nerd and fix shit*))
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”Not sure...hurts like hell to walk, though,” Wildheart nods. It was obvious to the zebra as soon as he approached them that these pokemon were worse for wear. The more he observed them, the more wounds and signs of exhaustion he noticed. ”Sorry you had to run into that mess,” The growlithe answers. "Don't worry about it. It's not something that cane be planned. Least this time, it was over quickly." He assures matter-of-factually. His eyes linger over the group, noticing the lucario holding a paw to an open side wound. ”Shit.” Ears prick to the faint swearing. Polnareff wasn't looking at him, as he spoke it and the zebstrika thought better of bringing up the obvious bleeding.

Blessedly, it didn't take long for the conversation to resume. ”We're looking for a mansion that's supposed to be somewhere around here. I know you said you didn't know where to go, but have you heard anything of it?” Mansion? Man...sion. Wildheart repeated the unfamiliar word silently in his head several times. His mouth instinctively moving in a swallow chewing motion as the gears in his head churned. "I don't know anything about any man structures nearby." Surely something with 'man' in its name had to do with humans. They may have left, but their things were still everywhere. Weird fake square dens and metal foliage.  Maybe those things repealed the undead?

"Why are you looking for it?" He questions, taking off at a walk after Pol who has already resumed walking. "Is it safe?"

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Post by Abysswalker on Sun Sep 17, 2017 2:21 am


Route 212 | Night
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This stranger-Wildheart-mulls over his response, slowly draining whatever last dregs of hope Michael still carried. It's clear nobody here knows where they are going; hell, they could be stumbling in the wrong direction and Michael wouldn't even think twice. Auriel-or was it Leto?-had mentioned the mansion being in this direction, but nothing else had been said. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What if they end up passing it without knowing?

For a moment, his eyes dart over to the others, catching a glimpse of Connor looking at Polnareff with that familiar worried expression. No doubt they are thinking the same thing-the Lucario can't keep going for much longer without any rest, especially not after he'd gotten them away from that horde. They need to find this goddess-damned mansion. Michael doesn't care if he has to personally run through thorn bushes in order to open a path, as long as the fucking place is in sight.

"I don't know anything about any man structures nearby."

Wildheart's reply brings Michael's attention back to him. Definitely not the response he wants, but it's not shocking. It looks like they have no choice but to stumble around in the dark, and hope nothing decides it wants a tasty meal. Of course, the fact that they're even still alive makes Michael think maybe their luck is finally reaching its limits.

"Why are you looking for it? Is it safe?"

Safe? The Zebstrika's questions are straightforward enough, yet they still manage to send hypothetical needles into Michael's skull...or maybe that's a symptom of his growing headache. Either way, lying seems futile. Michael does not know the first damn thing about this place other than the fact it might be suitable for hiding out in. A discomforting thought, but it is the truth.

"I'll be honest with you, I have no idea," Michael admits as he walks with the others, though the words leave a bitter taste behind. For all anyone here knows, they could all be waltzing straight into a death trap. He might lead a stranger, a wounded Lucario, and a kid right into a place teeming with undead.

The saddest part is, none of them really have any other choice.

"We need shelter, though. Can't stay out here in the dark. Mansion's as good a bet as any."

Fuck, Michael can hear his sentences becoming choppier with each passing minute, but the words are swirling away from him. He tries not to cringe too hard when the pain from his leg wound flares up again, still thinking of how heavily injured Polnareff is. Nothing can be done to patch it yet, but how long could the guy keep going when he might as well be half-dead? That isn't even considering the scent trail blood leaves behind.

Goddesses save him from these thoughts. Michael has to focus. He thinks back to all the times he spaced out when others were talking, how confused he felt when snapping back to reality. That can't happen here. There's someone waiting for him to return, his beloved, separated from him for years. Connor has his sister, and the other two might be in similar situations. Seeing Polnareff slowly bleeding from battles wounds and the fluffed-up fur, the wide eyes of a child fearing for both his own life and that of his companion...

He cannot let them die. He can't. Michael won't leave them like Halloween did.

"We just have to keep moving," he says, doing his absolute best to keep himself steady. The sharp pain in his head worsens with each word. It hurts so fucking bad, and nausea is starting to kick in, but Michael won't waste time complaining. They can make it-they have to.


(I'm getting this team together I swear...anyways, I figure that they're fairly close to the castle place, so it won't take too much longer to get there even though most of the team is unfortunately injured. I figure this would give time to help Wild assimilate more with the others if you'd like, Nyra. Otherwise, a short time skip is always an option. Just let me know)


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Post by R'hia Kyrie Yesterday at 1:01 am


Hearthome City South Gate | Night | 22

"Why are you looking for it? Is it safe?"

Pol sighs, wondering the same thing himself. He ponders the options available, and frankly, none of them are any more ‘safe’ than another. He looks back to his wound, trying to assess the damage. Bleeding slowly… no berries to render an actual treatment, but at the same time, so long as there’s no heavy exertion, it should clot up soon enough. If it didn’t… well, even moderate blood loss isn’t something that bodes well for anyone.

"I'll be honest with you, I have no idea. We need shelter, though. Can't stay out here in the dark. Mansion's as good a bet as any."

The Growlithe seemed chattier than ever- even though they’d only been acquainted for a short while, Polnareff couldn’t help but feel like this was a bit out of character for him. ”Even if it isn’t.” His voice is measured, consciously making sure to not come across as being in bad a shape as he is, speaking between deeper breaths. ”If we can get in, we have better chances, in some ways. Here, we have three-hundred and sixty degrees of possible attack angles… and I ain’t exactly as capable of sensing where one may come from as I’d like to be right now.” He takes another deep breath, two, a bit of a pause before continuing his thoughts as they walk. ”I’d rather have two doors to watch, then every single tree, branch, and bush out here. Michael is right… for now, we keep moving. We’re all we’ve got, so let’s make sure there’s nothing else lost.” In just a few hours, he’d watched so many die, and plenty more seem to vanish or get separated. He wasn’t used to failing in his wish to protect others, and it didn’t help that he’d watched the growth of a moral grey area back in the city.

It wasn’t that far, right? They were closer with every step… right? Pol struggled more and more as time went on, and try as he might, it was showing just how much more as well. His breaths were growing heavy; now fairly obvious and audible huffs. Even though the bleeding had all but stopped, there was still a rather unsightly and obvious splotch of dried blood on his side, matting the fur. Just a little more, damnit. His eyesight was fine, he didn’t feel… too light-headed. The Lucario looked to Wildheart, speaking softly. ”Wildheart, right? …Can you fight, decently enough?” At this point, the quadrapedal pokemon may be the only one that really can.

Polnareff looked down, to Connor… the kid was probably scared out of his wits. Staying so close to Pol, even though they’d only met recently… like clinging to someone after all others had left. The Eevee had to be exhausted. He steadied his breathing and voice, even for just a while. ”Don’t worry, kid. We’ll get you somewhere cozy to sleep, sometime.” A vague statement, but he wasn’t exactly going to get the award for world’s most comforting lucari-dad. But… he’d hoped it was something.

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