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Re: (ACE) The AMITY Team

Post by Scizor on Fri Apr 20, 2012 3:40 pm

The Scizor snapped his eyes open as he heard the shimmering voices of the living not far from him. The crimson insect stretched his decaying body, his wings whipping out behind him. He placed a giant claw on the branch he was on to balance himself before rocketing upwards into the sky.

He hissed as he scanned the ground beneath him, his fractured mind barely able to focus. His wings hummed a dreadful and hollow tune as he hovered in place.
There...beauty...
He bared his claws as he divebombed into the group, his oversized pincer slamming into a purple felines' side, its body flying forward into the long grasses. He only glanced at the others, his bloodshot eyes daring them to move as he took his prey.

His powerful wings shot him forward, the giant insect landing brutally on the Leopard. Without a seconds' hesitation, he pinned her and gazed into her wide eyes, searching for...something there.
Something other than fear...
But he saw nothing.
Nothing but her gelatinous eyes glistening in pure terror as it writhed to escape.
His chest heaved and his pincer around her chest tightened in rage. The Scizor roared in agony, his voice hollow and broken as it echoed throughout the field.
"Arrrrgh! You MONSTER! How can you live with yourself!?" He roared, blood dripping from his mouth as he choked out his words.
"You're so beautiful! How can you be so hollow!?"
Darkness took over as he dug into her chest cavity, reveling in her cries for mercy, before they turned to nothing but screams. Not once did he look into her eyes again; he knew they held nothing worth saving. Blood splattered against the green grass, staining it dark.
He tore everything out, leaving her entrails and organs strewn about her twitching body like morbid decorations. The Scizor gasped for air when he finally stood up to admire his handy-work. The rib cage was pried open to reveal nothing more than the other side of itself, the white bone showing through the shredded flesh.
"There. Now you're body matches your heart..." He growled, grimacing bitterly.
He turned slowly, admiring the glistening blood on his pincers before his gaze turned to the other survivors.

"...No more beauty." He whispered before crouching and rocketing off into the sky, his hollow tune dissipating into the dark dawn as quickly as it had arrived.
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Re: (ACE) The AMITY Team

Post by Silverishness on Fri Apr 20, 2012 4:04 pm

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Milo watched in silent horror as the scizor came from the shadows, descending upon Bachi quickly, quicker than he had ever seen. He feet were glued to the earth as the scizor pinned her to the ground as he looked for something, something on her. Whatever it was that he was looking for, he didn't find it... "Arrrrgh! You MONSTER! How can you live with yourself!?" He roared, blood dripping from his mouth as he choked out his words. "You're so beautiful! How can you be so hollow!?"

His pincer raised and in an instant, Bachi's pleas turned into wild cries of pain that rattled Milo's mind, scoring his inner ear with her torture. The psychic attack he held kept the giant infected frog at bay, but that left him unable to help Bachi. He watched, helpless, as her ribcage was ripped open and out of her, her screams cutting off in a wet, guttural sound. Her organs, her bones, they were all laid out in a macabre display, her skin sagging like an odd carpet on the terrain.

He said something more before turning to the rest of them, but Milo's ears only heard Bachi's screaming, her pleading for help or mercy. His legs trembled and before he knew it, the red demon was gone, leaving only Bachi's mutilated body as evidence that he had been real.

A shaky breath was the only thing he managed to get out before the giant toad turned back on him, oblivious to the horrors that just occurred. "NO!" he screamed, his Psychic attack crushing the frog's head, killing it. However, his mind was too frayed to realize he had become the victor of a fight he should have lost. All he could see was the corpse. He didn't even realize there were tears streaming down his face, nor that he collapsed to his knees.


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Re: (ACE) The AMITY Team

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Elidr never even saw the bug's approach, only the ruthless way he took hold of the feline and tore into her. His words made no sense, as he wasn't sure what beauty meant despite hearing the Arbok talk about it several times. He mentally shrugged at the cloven-foot creature who ignored his question, as there were obviously more pressing matters. But he, for some reason, felt an unease about being ignored. Though, at the moment, the yellow beast was having some sort of a disturbance. He had just emerged victorious in a life or death struggle, yet there was water running down his face. The Arbok said that it is something everyone does, though he himself could not recall ever doing such an odd thing. 'What does it feel like?' he wondered.

He had been getting these strange sensations a lot, ever since meeting that snake, but now that she was dead he had no way to describe them. Perhaps one of these Pokemon would know what he was feeling? These unknown stirrings inside his chest and his head that often made them hurt. They were not normal, for he had never had these problems before, but seemingly they were supposed to be there. It was an odd thing to think about, so he approached the only one conveying these distressing symptoms, the yellow beast. "Why are you leaking?"
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"Why are you leaking?"

The question was simple, honest and straightforward enough, but Milo couldn't understand why the little dratini had asked. He looked down and saw his wet fur, then bent up a knuckle to catch some of the moisture. When had he started to cry? Then again... why didn't the dratini know what crying was...? "I..." Milo began softly, his timid voice shaking. "I'm... sad..."

He would have continued if he hadn't seen the ninetales approaching, a cold, determined look on his face. For a moment, Milo thought that hard gaze was meant for him, but no... The girafarig soon realized that the fox was completely focused on the fountain behind him. 'What would he want with the fountain?' he thought and watched carefully. "...What are you doing?" he asked, a worried expression on his face. That ninetales wasn't thinking about taking a drink, not with that look...


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Amity Square || Dawn | 4

While Lector faces outside, watching the others come together against the approaching Undead toad, an ominous noise disturbs the silence. A pair of high-speed, insect wings beats hard and swift. Cautiously he moves back from the carved entrance and into the dark shelter. As he ducks within the stone house, something swoops down into the dark feline. He stands on all fours as he glares with disgust from his shelter. It is a Scizor, and by its appearance and age he can tell it is a Harbinger. And it proves its horrific powers true within just a moment’s time. Even Lector is taken aback by the ferocity of it.

In a feat of utter savagery and maddened rambling, it plows its claws directly into the cat’s side. She yowls with agony, while the insect lands with a heavy thud. It glares at the group menacingly, before it uncovers its wings again and crushes the feline beneath its weight. It roars out again, rambling about beauty and worthlessness. Just as Lector is entranced in shock by the situation, something rams into his side and practically flies towards the scene. When the Zoroark sees that it is Caine, he breaks into immediate fear and concern for the fox. After spitting to himself as to why he is risking his neck so much for this Ninetales, he follows after him as swiftly as he can. The scene is only getting more gruesome, as the Scizor has gouged out the dark cat’s ribcage, and cracked it open like the wings of a bloody staravia. After threatening them all, it shoots off into the sky, startling Lector with its instantaneous speed. As he stops midway to the others to look at it, Caine runs ahead.

When he is sure that the insect will not come back too swiftly he looks back down, only to be struck by concern. From a distance, he sees the Girafarig break into a grievous, boisterous rage, releasing his full psychic powers to make the head of the intruding Undead frog implode violently. But to Lector, the grief of the Ninetales is greater than his. The fox has come to the cat’s body and started to whimper, while his sight is focused painfully upon the cat’s scattered body. When the fox begins to pay attention to a nearby lake, Lector becomes curious. Something is wrong with Caine’s gaze, making an odd sensation run down the illusion fox’s back. While he careens slowly towards the tiny pond, Lector walks calmly after him. A hollow burning hurts within the illusion fox for some reason, a grief he has felt many times in his younger life. He investigates his old memories, from his lonely childhood. Then, he remembers something, buried beneath all of the instinct and stress from those horrible days. It had a word, and as he recalls it his eyes widen with complete and total horror--Suicide.

The calm stride Lector once had breaks into a mad, involuntary sprint. Fear makes his fur frill up, and his breaths become terrified as he remembers the time he tried to drown himself as well. Nothing else matters to him, as he desperately runs after the fox, who has now stepped close to the pond’s edge. With a heavy skid he drags his claws across the ground, sliding right in front of the Ninetales. His slipping traction nearly makes him fall into the water himself, but a quick rearrangement of his hind legs prevents that. His breaths are quick, and he adamantly stands in front of the fox. The terrifying memories of his emotionless, dead childhood cause him to lose control of his hushed voice for a moment, making his tone one of warning and concern. “Will never let you do this, Ninetales.” Even for such intimidating eyes, the look that is exposed in his eyes shows that he has had similar experiences. In a whisper guaranteed to not be heard by anyone else, he gives a shivering, pained warning. “Lector has already tried drowning, Caine, i-is not good as it sounds.” In a demonstration of further adamancy, he lies his large figure down on its side before the pond. He can do nothing else for the Ninetales, except wish deeply that he does not try to kill himself. “Please Caine, Lector can keep fox safe.”

((OOC: oAo Have I really not put in the date and post count all this time? *facedesk*))
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((OOC: Allowed WinterVeil to post since Sil accidentally skipped, so now the team will be back in order! <3))


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Sad? What a funny word, sad. Elidr's head tilted slightly to the side as he acknowledged the yellow beast's answer. He was waiting for further explanation, but none came. It was strangely unsatisfying. He really wanted to know what that word meant, and when the beast didn't tell him Elidr was forced to turn his attention elsewhere. So much for learning anything from that guy.

He turned his serpentine body to the side to look behind him, following the yellow one's gaze, and saw the Ninetales barreling for the water. Again. What was this this creatures death wish? And why was the black beast chasing after him again? Couldn't they all leave nature to its work and let the weakling kill himself off? What did anyone have to lose by letting weakness go?

Curling back up the fountain to get a better height he stared at them all with blank, expressionless eyes. The scene before him unfolded as the black one tried to calm the Ninetales, begging him not to end his own life. Elidr was confused by this display for an obvious stranger. Why did he want so desperately for the fox to live? Was it because he too was a fox? Was it a pack thing? It was the only explanation that made sense to him. A pack looked out for its own. When he finally had enough of the sobbing the Dratini dropped his head from the fountain top to stop head-level next to the pair.

"Let him do it." His words were empty, hollow. His eyes bore no spark of passion or malice, he was just telling the most logical truth. Weak die, and only the strong survive. This Ninetales was weak.
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Amity Square | Dawn | 4

Everything was a blur.

One moment she was trying to present the side of reason to a somewhat pointless argument, and the next the dark fox had taken off only to be followed by the girafarig shortly after. Mora was alone with the cat.

The gardevoir regarded the feline somewhat awkwardly. What was there to say? Was it better for her to run off after the others? True, she hardly knew them, but the sounds in the distance did not seem friendly. She went to turn as she decided that the disturbance was of a higher priority than whatever situation the feline was involved in, but she froze as a blur shot past her.

The blur was the colour of blood.

Time itself seemed to slow as she turned her head just in time to see the scizor rip into the feline's chest. Her eyes widened as her mind barely registered what the bug-type was saying as he mangled the cat's slim body. The grass was drenched with blood, which filled the air with it's putrid metallic scent as the female's screams shattered the dawn itself.

The entire scene was so alien, yet so familiar. So many of the dead she had encountered had suffered the same fate. She had seen it. The memories of their deaths had always been so fresh in their decaying minds. The images had been so livid, she felt as if she had been the one struggling as claws or fangs slowly wrenched the life from her body.

Now this poor soul was the one that was suffering. Yet she had done nothing. She still did nothing, even as she watched the cat's organs smack wetly against the earth as her rib cage was ripped open like some morbid gift and then cast aside like a child did with an undesirable toy.

It didn't matter how often she saw such gruesome deaths. She never got used to it. Her legs crumpled beneath her and she felt the burning of bile in her throat. She couldn't even scream, it was all she could do to keep her mouth clamped shut as tears filled her eyes and she groped blindly for the comfort of the locket that was the one memento of her beloved.

I'm sorry... I... I couldn't help..." She managed the small, broken statement in little more than a whisper before the vomit forced its way out of her mouth. Her body lurched, and as much as she desired to scream she could do nothing aside from allowing the tears to flow freely as she was sick on the ground.

Everything else that occurred didn't matter. She hadn't even known the cat's name. There would be no memory. None aside from the gruesome image that would join the many stored in her mind.

((OoC: Okay, I'm back~ Sorry I didn't really acknowledge all the events that happened. I figure Mora would be too caught up in the death of Bachi to really notice much else))
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Amity Square || Dawn | 5

He continues to look at the hunching, slightly bleeding Ninetales. Guilt bites at his heart, recalling the panic and fear that he felt when he survived his own, nearly fatal attempt at drowning. Instead of speaking, he lets Caine weep. Lector has not had to lose any of those he has cared for, for such a long time. The only death he can recall at the moment is the one of Rance, the brother of his Floatzel friend Tempestus. From what he understands, others take grief worse than himself. He has never been one to mourn for the dead for long, but he will patiently give the Ninetales the time he needs to do so. Lector's ears flinch back when Ciane begins to cry out in sorrow. He looks with understanding at the fox slumping in front of him, with his many tails curling around himself in desperate protection. Caine’s long moan of soulful agony has failed out, becoming replaced by whispering whimpers. Lector whimpers, if just quietly.

As the situation falls silent, he recalls that the Girafarig had asked what the fox was doing. Just to make sure that he does not scare the Ninetales or make his pain worse, he growls in warning to him. “Leave him, Girafarig.” The voice sounds threatening, but he intends it as a simple, firm warning. If Caine is to calm down, he needs to not be bothered in his grief unless it is absolutely necessary. After a moment of odd silence, Lector observes the other two people. The Gardevoir has become so depressed that she vomits to the side of herself, and the strange blue serpent is--well, acting like its annoying self. Inside the safety of his mind, he groans in irritation. Why Gardevoir and Girafarig cry? They not even know cat--fox does know her a little, so is fine for him to.

Apparently, no other Undead have come to hunt--yet. All of the screaming and shouting has possibly gotten the attention of some Undead, but this park area seems to have little in the way of their rotten kind. He has been here for a week (if he can recall, it is seven days and seven nights to a week), and it would seem that the only Undead here are few but strong. Without finding anything else to do, he puts his head down in between his arms and looks back occasionally at the Ninetales while he surveys the land. He flicks his ears around as he does so, to listen for any disturbances. If anything tries to come to attack them, he will hear, sense, or see it long before it gets close.

Oh, and he nearly forgot. Leering over his shoulder to the young, pale-bellied snake, he threatens it coarsely. “Will be quiet, ssnake. Or I sssilence you myself.” After flashing his fangs right before the creature’s nose and letting a few harmless flames sift between them, he turns away and returns to his other attentions. If he is fortunate, the thing will stop its rude babbling. He feels a slight bit of sympathy for it, for a reason Lector can partially understand, but he does not care at the moment.
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Amidst the mourning for Bachi, Lector -Milo only knew his name from the fact the weird fox spoke in third person- seemed to appoint himself as the head of the situation, which Milo wouldn't have cared if the fox hadn't snarled at the girafarig. "Leave him, Girafarig," he sneered, hissing a little. Taken aback by the simple, yet uncalled for threat, Milo's red eyes narrowed in a glare as he watched Lector further. The fox then turned to the small dratini, and threatened him as well. “Will be quiet, ssnake. Or I sssilence you myself.”

Milo stomped his foot into the ground and took a step toward Lector. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" he snapped in a harsh, broken whisper; he was still mourning, after all. "Ordering us around like... like we don't have a choice? You don't even know our names you... y-you... insensitive prick!" He sniffled and stomped his foot again, looking to Caine, the ninetales. He nudged the many-tailed ball of fluff -since Caine had wrapped his many tails around himself- gently, then looked to the horrible mess of Bachi's remains and the gardevoir that wept near them.

"...We... should bury her... before any other Dead... get t-to her..." He looked back to Caine. Was the black fox right, though? He heard him whisper something about suicide... His bloodshot eyes darted from the ninetales, to the pond and then back. "..We... We should do that, at least..."


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“Will be quiet, ssnake. Or I sssilence you myself.” Elidr just blinked at the black fox, unmoving and uncaring. His eyes were still just as blank as they were before he tried to frighten the Dratini, and didn't show any change. The day he listened to a weak minded Pokemon tell him what to do was the day he surrendered himself the the bottom of the food chain. This creature was no better than the leaking creature it held, they were both weak of mind. Nature didn't want weak.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! Ordering us around like... like we don't have a choice? You don't even know our names you... y-you... insensitive prick!" Puhrik...? Puh-prick? What a strange word it was, and what did it mean? The little serpent tried mouthing it, and it just felt foreign. He wasn't even sure he was saying it right. He lifted a coil in his version of a shrug before slithering off of the fountain to go up to the yellow beast.

In many ways, this one reminded Elidr of the Arbok. She was very expressive in ways he had never known before, and tried to learn from her. This one was one he somewhat recognized, she called it...anger? Yes. Anger. But the way this one went from submissive to offensive in such a quick switch was fascinating, and Elidr wanted to try and study him. The yellow beast could possibly unlock those different expressions in him, too.

He followed the beast all the way back to the body of the feline that had started all of the trouble. He had been watching for a long time, and no one had met the female before that morning, so why did her loss affect them all so deeply? There was even a green and white female retching in the corner. This was nature, the weak become prey and die. It was just the way things were, though granted the infected tended to kill for sport rather than food, which confused Elidr to no end.

"Burying her would be wise," he answered, though probably not for the reason anyone else may have thought. He did not know sentimentality, nor compassion, but he did know that death attracted undead. The sooner they got rid of her the better. Hell, burning her would be better, quicker, and would get rid of the smell. But if they would rather dig a hole that would work too. Just as long as it went away.
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The little Azurill was hidden behind the rock, quietly peeking at the group of living before her. Molly still couldn't believe it- after weeks and weeks of travelling and only encountering the infected... She found not one, but five living?! A nine-tailed furry thing, a pretty green-and-white one, a slightly creepy black and red furry Pokemon, a hooved Pokemon with a weird black thing around it's neck and a blue and white snake! The normal-type blinked a couple of times, trying to register the fact that she found a whopping five living... Oh, and one corpse.

The corpse was mangled and bloody, like any other corpse she came across. She could see the hints of pretty purple and yellow fur, and Molly came to a conclusion that the dead must've been a very beautiful Pokemon. The group seemed to be mourning right now, the fox was... Was crying. "B...Bachi!!" It crumpled to the ground and the Azurill could see rough stains of blood appearing on it's fur.

For such a bitter Pokemon she hated to see someone cry. Although her expression was rough and negative she still bounced out from her hiding place, approaching the others. Upon closer inspection, some of the others were crying too, and Molly quietly felt her heart break. Even though she had never known the Liepard, let alone anyone around her, she could feel the raw emotions. She must've been very dear to them.

Quietly Molly hugged the Ninetales, at least, as close to a hug as she can get with her body. She buried her face in the fox's fur, both to comfort him and to hide her stern look as she gently pet the Pokemon. "It's okay." mumbling, through mouthfuls of soft, fluffy fur. "I...I'm not sure what to say, I don't know you either but... I care, okie?" she remembers her mom saying the same words to the other children when their parents passed away. Maybe they could work now.

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The fact that she had not known the cat personally didn't matter. Death was still a horrible thing. Even so, the gardevoir knew that crumpling on the ground and retching wouldn't do much good. She could hear the voices conversing around her, suggestions of burial and burning, and she knew they were right.

Besides, how could she possibly lend her expertise to others if she allowed the things she had seen to have such a hold on her? She had vowed to help others. True, her main patients had been the dead. She saw into their minds, sought out what kept them bound to the earth, and transferred the knowledge to her lady so that she could aid them in passing on.

Even so, it was clear that in these times, it was the living that needed help, not the dead. In some cruel twist of fate, the living were now the victims.

She clutched at the pendant that held a tattered piece of cloth and used her psychic powers to heave herself to her feet. Her semi-translucent skirt swirled around her as she rose, and her crimson eyes glowed a faint shade of blue, which faded away once she stood erect.

Once she found her lady there would be time to grieve. Miss Amsel was her confidant just as she was the confidant of so many others, and the confidant part of her was what seemed to be needed at this moment.

"I am Mora," the brief introduction was made in response to the ninetale's own name, though she visibly winced as she looked back at Bachi's body. She could feel bile begin to burn in the back of her throat again, but this time she managed to keep it down as it she tore her gaze away. "Burning would be the better option, I think. It would be a... terrible thing if her grave was desecrated due to some thing following the scent of her remains."
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Lector growls angrily at the verbal retaliation from the girafarig. But just as soon as his irritation begins, he then understands the girafarig’s point. He recalls what his Daddy, his trainer once said--There is no need to argue with everyone; sometimes they are simply suffering like you are. Lector’s snarl diminishes, and he lets his fur lie flat. He simply lies there, silent, but then he catches a strange glance from the horse--not much escapes the fox’s attention when he is truly focused. The psychic equine looks from the water and back to Caine, giving the dark fox some understanding as to his thoughts. Before he looks away, Lector nods in an unexpected response to the horse--he gives a brief look of understanding, confirming the horse’s thoughts about Caine. That he nearly committed suicide. Even though he absolutely hates the thought of cooperating with somebody he does not like, he has to compromise a little. The fire fox continues to repeat the name of Bachi, the cat that he did not enjoy the presence of. This bothers him deeply.

Out of the edge of his sight, the Zoroark spots something bounding towards them. It is small and blue, and bounces upon a round and large ball on the end of its tail. An Azurill? Without even heeding the large and rather intimidating Zoroark, it bounces over and buries itself into the fur of the Ninetales, speaking with kind concern. Even Lector is rather calmed by it, although he wonders where its parents are. He scans the land around them with all his senses, but sees nobody. Not even a caretaker. Is this Azurill....without parents? Just like Lector?

Caine begins to hunch over, and furls his tails around himself tightly until he looks like nothing more than a giant ball of pale yellow fur. After a momentary shift, the fox unfurls his tails and stands up. He looks to be much calmer than he was before, almost as if something had happened. Only then does he notice something wrong with his left paw. It looks to be bleeding, and as if something had bitten into it. It makes Lector visibly shudder, but he looks away and shows indifference from the sight to hide his honest emotions. He also knows that wound, and it only makes him worry more for Caine. Lector knows this fox’s suffering all too well, but yet he has to not be so hasty. Instead, he picks himself up from his lying spot and walks up beside the Ninetales. Caine says that they should burn the cat’s body.

“Lector can help burn cat’s body, Caine.” He lets out a puff of flames safely away from anyone else, and watches it dissipate into a wisp of smoke. Even though he is trying to dismiss his thoughts, he still cannot remove from his mind the sight of his young and painful life. He cannot help but worry about Caine.

The Gardevoir comes over now, having overcome her own grief. She introduces herself as Mora. The elegant being somehow calms the savage Zoroark, making him feel strange....it is not love, but it is still very confusing. He does not know for certain. As she continues her words, she appears to feel sickened when she looks back to the mauled corpse of the cat named Bachi. She approves that they should burn the body as well. Even though he should have kept his maw shut--it was certain to Lector that he should merely let these events pass by without his interaction--he decided otherwise. “Is good idea. Undead may follow noise. Is needing to burn body quick and finding ssshelter before they hunt.” He flits his glance around at the distant forests surrounding the park, and his fur bristles. They are all out in the open, and they need to hide quickly. Even though he has gone through the forests, Lector is uncertain just how much Undead may suddenly appear if they waste too much time in finding a place to hide.
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Post by Silverishness on Sun May 13, 2012 6:23 am

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Milo was more than confused. Baffled, bewildered, bemused... any of these words were too weak to convey the choas he was trying -and failing- to understand. He barely noticed the newcomer come up to the fire fox; the only indication was the stark difference in color. However, he did see that his angry words had not only made himself feel better, but the creepy black fox seemed to... understand? He really didn't know how to feel; he wasn't used to that actually working. To Lector's small nod, Milo gave one back, wide, emotional eyes watching the other. They'd come to an understanding. Finally.

However, his small mental reprieve was broken when Caine simply stood and began to act as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just been having an emotional breakdown. The giraffe did not hide his confusion as the sweet metal scent of fresh blood -different from Bachi's- flickered across his nose. His eyes looked down to see blood staining the ninetales' paw and slightly pooling on the ground. "You're bleeding!" Milo exclaimed, not knowing any better, not knowing that it had been intentional.

Soon, though, the gardevoir was there next to them, and agreed on cremating the body. Mora, was her name. Even the beautiful creature's name brought some comfort to the girafarig's chaotic mind, and his frame relaxed a little. Soon after, the ninetales introduced himself as well. "Caine." His voice was oddly callous and distant...

"Milo," he offered, then looked back to the corpse. "...We should... do it soon." He looked to the others and then to his violin case, muddling whether he should or not... "...I could play something... you know... for respects?"


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Re: (ACE) The AMITY Team

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Elidr sighed heavily, even as they all pretty much agreed to burn the body. But it was the fact that they all had to agree that irked him. What was the point in voting on the logical thing to do? Unless these weak spirited creatures wanted the infected to come barging in after them again, they needed to do the smart thing and get rid of the bait sitting in the middle of the square.

The smell of blood caught his attention and he looked back to where the two foxes sat. The Ninetales leg was bleeding and he had a look on his face that Elidr could only call the Arbok's word of 'happy'. Why would bleeding make him happy? Especially when it was such a pointless thing? He shook his head and looked around the group, and all of their expressions confused him. They were showing things that the Arbok had never described, and the information overload was making his head hurt. How was he supposed to learn any of these things if everyone was so different?

"...I could play something... you know... for respects?" Elidr turned sharply at those words and slithered right up to the yellow beast. He'd had it with this strange creature and not explaining his words or expressions. "What would be the point of that? Dead things don't hear, and any noise that that device could possibly make would only attract more unwanted attention than anything. Wouldn't it?" The Dratini's voice was flat, he wasn't scolding or being sarcastic, he genuinely wanted to know what the yellow one meant. He looked up expectantly at the Giraffe, tapping the tip of his tail against the ground in impatience as he waited. He was getting an answer this time.
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Re: (ACE) The AMITY Team

Post by Min on Wed May 16, 2012 11:00 pm

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When the yellow fox slowly stood up, uncurling itself revealing a small pool of blood, Molly frowned. When the Ninetales took a step back, the Azurill was even more disheartened. "Err- th-thanks. But I am okay. I'm fine." Then came the pout, a mixture of annoyance and sadness. You are not fine! She wanted to exclaim. You were crying and talking about the dead a second ago!

"Oh. And my name is Caine." Caine. That's a cool name! Then the pretty green-and-white Pokemon talks. "I am Mora. Burning would be the better option, I think. It would be a... terrible thing if her grave was desecrated due to some thing following the scent of her remains." Mora is a cool name too! Molly wonders what they meant by burning the body. Were they really going to set it on fire? Or was 'burning' just a fancy word for something else? The blue water-type blob didn't take much time into thinking, not like it included her or anything. She was born to destroy fire! Not make it!

The hooved one had pointed out that Caine was bleeding, and Molly huffed. Duuuuuh! "Milo." So that was it's name? Molly bounced up and down in place. "...I could play something... you know... for respects?" She still retains her bitter complexion, but her voice is tinted with specks of joy. "I'm Molly! It's nice to meet you um... Caine, Mowa-" she stops, struggling to pronounce the name right. "-Mora, and Miwo." with a angry pout, she tries again. "Miwo... Miwo.... Milo!" Finally! I said it right!

Gently she bounces towards the corpse, halting a few centimetres away. Molly closes her eyes to give her respects, and to wish the Liepard a good afterlife when she catches the words of a question. "What would be the point of that? Dead things don't hear, and any noise that that device could possibly make would only attract more unwanted attention than anything. Wouldn't it?" The Azurill turns to the Dratini. "Paying respects show that you care. Momma said that Arceus helps the dead spirits to a beautiful paradise where they can do whatever they want, and also watch over us!" she butts in. Molly doesn't even know what a paradise is, but she's sure that it's somewhere nice.
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Re: (ACE) The AMITY Team

Post by Guest on Thu May 24, 2012 7:36 am

((Skip me please. Terribly sorry. I've been swamped lately, and the little spare time I have I've actually been crashing in bed.

Mora was taken aback by the Litwick, having been caught up in muttering some last respects to Bachi and hoping her soul would rest rather than come back as a ghost -- it was likely something she got from her trainer.

Ena seemed to cause some discomfort, as she is very used to ghosts due to her trainer's party -- and her significant other being one -- and she seems to be wary, possibly believing to have felt some sort of sinister intention.))
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Lector was not particularly focused on the others’ talking about music, but rather browsing the fields in caution. The scizor or some other Undead that may come to attack them, and he just cannot help but be alert after that conflict. There is nothing to be found, though, as none of his senses gather anything. The body must be burned quickly, though, before it attracts Undead attention. Caine agrees to the group’s suggestions of burning Bachi’s body, and he speaks to Lector before they go. “Very well. We shall take care of the honors, eh Lector?” Lector dismisses his scanning and gives a small and humble grin to the fox, nodding with respect to the fox. “Let usss take care of honors, Caine.” He patiently walks along beside the fox, momentarily lost in his own thoughts as they proceed to the body. Caine staggers a bit, though, as the zoroark notices from the corner of his sight. He watches as the fox looks back to the girafarig and speaks his name silently. “Milo.” Lector tilts his head in curiousity at the fox, noticing the slight nervousness in his step and the sudden, pleasant smile upon his face. What could that mean?

Caine returns his attention towards the corpse as they begin to near it. When they come close, Lector readies his fiery breath, the flames puffing out from the sides of his lightly clamped jaws. The fire fox whimpers, but shows resolved strength: Snarling with determination, Caine belches out a large fireball at the body, spitting out more and more while Lector adds in his own fire. Breathing in deeply, Lector opens his jaws to let out a torrent of intense flames.

As the attacks are finished, and the body is left to quickly turn to ashes, Lector sits down and loses himself to his thoughts. This cat named Bachi--Would she have been a good friend? Maybe Lector was mistaken regarding her wickedness? He gives a nasal sigh, watching as the fire consumes the vessel that once held the cat’s soul. He was just as deceitful and vicious when he was young. Grimness disturbs his features momentarily, with his demeanor dissipating into one of solemnity. The Zoroark shudders slightly before closing his eyes. He does not heed the world around him, as he tries to ponder his current situation, as well as his fortune in life. Everything within his meditating mind is either of peace or sorrow, a simple moment scrounged during a pause in this dark world’s madness. It’s been a long time since he has seen somebody die by an Undead--not since the death of the Mienshao at Anville town back at Unova has he had such an encounter.

Recalling that region makes him shudder; the loss that he has felt at losing his Daddy--his trainer, Cerrus--hurts him. To know that he cannot be there for him, and not know of his state, concerns Lector deeply. The zoroark is fortunate to be alive, to not even have that disease ravaging his body and making him mad. That he had a loving and loyal trainer who refused to sail off to another land like so many of those other, cowardly Humans. That he was so lucky in his life, despite his terrible beginnings.

But he has someone he can help now, someone who needs him and even understands him: Caine, this strange and sorrowful Ninetales. This fox that has so many pains, just like him--it is as if the zoroark feels like an older brother, like a sibling, to the Ninetales. The smell of the ashes reminds him of death, but ironically not of a bad death. It reminds him of the peace that he hopes for, for the entire world, every single day. People die, regardless of the time, regardless of the cause. But deaths always benefit life in the end, through one way or another. While the others are at a distance and unable to hear him out clearly, he opens his eyes and speaks silently to the fox. “Lector missses friends, was teleported so far from them Lector will never see them again. W-wants to be friend to you, but not ssure if bothered by me.” The illusion fox looks with worry to the ninetales, feeling somewhat shy now that he is directly asking for the fox to become his friend.

A random, foreign voice startles the Zoroark, who whirls around in an instant and reflexively snaps in the direction of the speaker. His growl is deep with hostility, as he snarls at a strange candle-like ghost with an ozone-scented, azure ember torching upon its head. “And strange creature will stay away from Ninetales, if not wanting injuries.” He steps on all fours in between the Nintetales and Litwick, his fur frilled in irritation and his previously peaceful thoughts being discarded for hostility. In all honesty, he was being nice when he threatened it--if this thing decides to push him any further, he may and will hurt it severely.

((OOC: oAo FUUUU I can never stop making long posts for this Zoroark!))
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Re: (ACE) The AMITY Team

Post by Silverishness on Sun May 27, 2012 4:48 am

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Maybe he shouldn't have asked... "What would be the point of that? Dead things don't hear, and any noise that that device could possibly make would only attract more unwanted attention than anything. Wouldn't it?" The little dragon slithered up to him quickly, his demanding interrogation startling Milo a bit. His ears flicked back in uncertainty as he stared down at the angry little thing, searching for the right words.

"...Because the spirit needs rest. Closure. And... a life was lost, and I want to let her know that she... wasn't just a casualty. That her death was an actual loss... Wouldn't you want the same? To know that you didn't die in vain? A useless death? Besides..." He shuffled his hooves a bit, "A fire would attract dead anyway. Might as well." He wasn't really sure whether or not the kid would understand, but he felt the need to play as the two foxes moved to burn the remains.

Opening the case, his psychic powers carefully maneuvered the instrument beneath his cheek, like he used to see his master do. Through the repitoire of songs, hymns and melodies he knew, he picked one quickly and began to play as the fire sprang forth, the melody slow and mournful. However, because it was a hymn, there was some sweetness to the notes, some ray of hope within the shadows.

As he played, his soft, careful music eventually relaxed into a normal volume as Milo lost himself in the music; it was the first time he had played since his team was murdered. He knew he missed playing, but he didn't realize how much so until then. The sweet notes, the beautiful wood beneath his cheek, the bow skillfully gliding across perfectly tuned strings... this was where he belonged.

Too soon, the hymn reached its end, and Milo found himself back where he'd left, at the burial in the middle of the square. It was like he'd been dreaming, left his body with the music. With a heavy sigh, he put the instrument safely back in its case, just in time as a newcomer began to bounce about.

She flitted to the foxes first, exclaiming in third person about what Caine was. Of course, Lector threatened her like he had just about everyone else there, which only made Milo frown, the blissful high from playing now gone. "...Another one?" he murmured to himself, forgetting the dratini was still beside him.


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Re: (ACE) The AMITY Team

Post by Guest on Tue May 29, 2012 8:12 pm


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"Paying respects show that you care. Momma said that Arceus helps the dead spirits to a beautiful paradise where they can do whatever they want, and also watch over us!" Elidr hissed at the female's threatening tone. She was just a child, she knew nothing of the way of the world. Who was she to lecture him? Everyone else seemed to feel just as strongly, while the two foxes burned the body even the girraffe said his piece.

"...Because the spirit needs rest. Closure. And... a life was lost, and I want to let her know that she... wasn't just a casualty. That her death was an actual loss... Wouldn't you want the same? To know that you didn't die in vain? A useless death? Besides...A fire would attract dead anyway. Might as well." A strange sensation began to boil within him, and he felt as though everything inside him was clawing its way out and threatening to explode. What was that? Why did he have those sensations? Why wouldn't anyone tell him?!

He had been wrong, there was no one here like the Arbok. No one here could teach him. What had once been his peaceful refuge for the last several weeks had now turned into a fight for who wanted to die first. Well, fine. Let them become food for the horde, it made no matter. Elidr was a survivor, he was strong and knew the ways of nature so he would find his own way. He didn't need these creatures and he sure wasn't going to risk his own life helping the weak.

So without a word the small serpent left, never once looking back.

((OOC: This is Elidr's leaving post, he is heading for Hearthome now. But Icarus was approved so I will be back next round! See you shortly!))

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