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Stalking through the black alleys of Saffron City, a shadow could be seen flitting. It was light-footed and quick, moving in a slight crouch as it stalked from one dark area to another. It was looking for something: For a friend. A friend that said that she would meet up here and rejoin with it. The shady humanoid creature let loose a silent sigh, disappointed. Would she ever find her companion in this ruined city? She walked out of a long alleyway and into the rising morning light, revealing herself as a Zoroark.
She worried for the state of her companion, Ibuki. These tall pillars of metal and this earth, despite being so familiar to her, are still a place she would not want to be in a state of survival.
The concerns of her friend Ibuki aside, she had been stalking a certain group of Pokémon for some time. It seemed that there were other survivors here, who were likely uninfected. From her cover in the shadows of a building’s edge, she saw the horrible demise of all but one of their number. She would normally not bother with finding allies, but she was desperate. She needed someone as an ally in these times, for she will not survive long on her own. And judging by the corpse pile gathered near the dojo and the bloody chunks littered about the ruins of a nearby building, these people were good fighters. An eerie song could be heard from within a distant building whose turf was littered by gore. It made her spine shiver.
A lot of stuff has happened here lately. That’s all she could really think of as a response, being completely stupefied by the amount of carnage that has apparently transpired. But regardless, she continued her investigation of the city.
She continued to stalk along until she was a few yards away from the grass serpent. The lonesome snivy she had been stalking had its back to her, and so the fox took the opportunity to slip a glance out from behind her cover. It took only a quick sweeping gaze for her to detect any signs of infection. The Snivy looked uninfected. The zoroark nodded to herself in relief; she was glad it was not one of those bloodthirsty corpses. Aside from a strange splotch of blue that colored a section of its tail, the serpent seemed harmless. It was probably even disoriented because of that terrible massacre that just happened. Slipping back behind her cover, the zoroark thought. She did not want to scare the little plant; she also had to gather her thoughts before she could attempt to introduce herself. She began to work an illusion over herself as she thought.
She arranged her introduction within the darkness, trying to recall the proper words to say.
Hello, Snivy. My name is Apolonia. Are you okay? ....I saw what happened, the killing. That sounded good enough. Maybe the snivy is not the talkative type, so Apolonia could be in luck? And hopefully she would also not come off as a total weirdo if the conversation does turn awkard. An old memory echoed back to her. Remember--Small talk. Yes, just like her friends used to always say. Use small talk.
At last the Zoroark emerged from her cover, but not as one of her own. Instead, she was a magnificent Ninetales, striding out from around the building’s corner. She--or he, as her broad and masculine form depicted--behaved as if she was curious, as if she had not been stalking the Snivy. But as Apolonia walked calmly towards the serpent, she stopped. Her golden ears perked up in confusion and her movement went stiff when she felt light tremors disturbing the ground. A noise could be heard behind her, like that of breaking stone and bending metal. She looked behind her, and saw parts of the building’s base begin to strain and crumble. And then, slowly, she looked up.
Her fur nearly shot straight off of her body, and she reflexively dove clear out of the shadow of a falling chunk of rubble. The debris impacted the ground violently, crumpling the concrete earth beneath like a sheet of paper. The building she was just hiding under just a minute ago was beginning to waver. There was no way in Arceus she could know which direction it was going to fall towards, but she did not dare to wait until it made its decision.
“To jest śmieszne! Why does it have to be falling buildings? Well, at least it’s better than Undead....” She muttered in a mixture of Polish and English, too irritated to worry about whether the Snivy could hear her. She quickly scrambled onto her two feet (or onto all four, as her ninetales form depicted). Running towards the Snivy, she called out to it in a perfectly faked masculine voice.
“Run!”And thank the Legends she was able to keep her illusion stable. The Snivy might not be so apt to trust a trickster like her if she lost her cover right now. She hurried in the same direction the Snivy was running, towards the city’s southern exit.
((OOC -- Having another building collapse isn’t too much, is it? Just want to make sure.))
