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Re: (ELITE) The REALGAM Team

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His mind was still reeling, even days after what had happened.
What happened...
What...
The echo of his heavy footfalls were the only sound in the empty, glamorous halls, reminding him too much of his lonely sanctuary. Red eyes still blankly staring ahead, scoping out danger on pure instinct, it allowed his mind to try and piece together what had happened back in Seafoam. One moment, he had an eye and the barrel of his gun pointed at the squirrelly professor. The next... he was stranded in the searing heat, staring at the largest tower he'd ever seen.

What...
What could have possibly caught him that off guard?

He paused a moment, shutting his eyes in a rare moment of what could be considered carelessness and rubbed his throbbing forehead. He'd scoured his memory for a trace of a clue, but nothing... There was only a silhouette of what probably was a Kadabra, but... Blaine had sent his little soldier out some time before then. She had been due back anyway... That couldn't be a clue, could it? And even if it was... He opened his eyes once more and disdainfully glared at his new surroundings. It wasn't like he knew where he was. He could only guess perhaps he was in Hoenn; he'd heard of a desert there, but... not with a giant, ornate ivory tower. He was stranded, with limited ammo and rations of both food and water, with no pokemon, no communication, no backup, and no shelter.

All in all, he was fucked.

But on the bright side, he was away from Blaine... and that was definitely something to celebrate. At least he'd be able to die in peace.

Sighing heavily and shouldering his rifle, he continued forward, wandering in random directions, looking for... something, really. But as he drifted and haunted the bloodstained paradise, a curious sound caught his ear. Not quite a crash, but still something very deliberate and... familiar? Narrowing his gaze, he moved stealthily toward the noise, aware that if it caught his attention, others would soon be on their way. Oh well. He'd rather kill any nearby Undead now, while he still had a manageable first aid kit on hand.

Finally reaching the room where the now garish sound was being produced, he leaned in carefully, readying himself for anything that could be in that room. Unfortunately, no one can mentally prepare themselves for the sight of a dragonair gambling in the middle of an abandoned casino with dried gore everywhere.

...Yeah... Yeah, that sentence certainly existed now.

Blinking, Red couldn't fathom moving just yet, as it was a little impossible to comprehend what was happening. Since when did pokemon gamble? Why was the machine working? WHAT WAS HE GAMBLING WITH? The questions bombarded the trainer too quickly for any sort of answers to survive, and so, he was left a moment, slack-jawed and dumbfounded. But eventually, his itchy trigger hand won out, and Red finally returned to his senses. Sort of.

"What... the... FUCK... are you doing?"
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"Oh, I'm sorry, bad manners. I didn't know you were there. Would you like a go?"

.......

"Oh, I'm sorry.
Bad manners.
I didn't know you were there.
Would you like a go?"


.........

"Oh, I'm sorry.
.................
"Would you like a go?"
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"Would you like a go?"
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"Would you like a go?"
"Would you like a go?"
"Would you like a go?"
"Would you like a go?"


There just...

There are no words....

There was a long pause between the dragonair's rather polite invitation to gamble and Red's mind once again regaining its footing in the conversation at hand. His mouth floundered slightly, unsure how to proceed. How the hell would anyone proceed? Honestly, just shooting the damn thing felt like the most natural thing he could possibly do at this point, since he got the feeling that this dragonair shouldn't possibly exist even with all the terrifying abominations he'd seen because of the epidemic. Still, at least it was inviting him for gambling instead of... exactly everything else it could possibly be doing.

Looking the dragon up and down, Red took a better hold of his rifle; something that reassured him that yes, he was still conscious and no, he wasn't on some drugs of what Blaine might have pumped him full. This was reality and... he'd just have to roll with it. Or shoot it. Shoot it was a good idea.

"...You have a reason for... doing... that, other than making a lot of noise?" Red grumbled, bringing his rifle up a bit further for quick use, lest the gambling dragon try to pull something quick.


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Much to Red's chagrin, the dragonair had a ready reply. "It's been dead here for over twelve hours, nothing has been through here. Figured this was as good as a chance I'd ever have to play with a slot machine." Well... Red couldn't quite argue with that, seeing as how he was so gobsmacked over the fact that the damn thing was gambling -with imaginary quarters, he could only guess, to go along with his imaginary electrics and prizes- in the fucking first place.

But the dragon took Red's silence as an opportunity to continue speaking; something that seemed quite natural to him. Great. Another pompous ass in love with his own voice. "Gotta take a break every once in a while, especially with these times." The dragonair cocked his head in an eerily canid fashion, its maroon eyes going to what Red could only guess was his waist. God, he hoped it was his waist. "I'd take a spit in the dark and say that wouldn't be too horrible of an idea for you, too."

Glancing down at his own stained uniform, he guessed that the dragon's question was geared toward that and... not his waist. "....Your point being...?" he growled back, his wits once more back about him. He didn't like the casual pleasantness of this snake... He was too calm. Too haughty. There was something up the dragon's (definitely not literal) sleeve and it was flaring Red's paranoia. He rose the barrel of his gun to more definitely point at the dragon, waiting for a small, insignificant reason to pull the trigger.
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The dragonair's aloof jovial nature seemed to extinguish a bit as Red's tone grew darker, which satisfied the soldier a bit. Even before all of this, pompous jokers tended to just get on his nerves-- now, they were outright intolerable. "...Okay, yeah, maybe gambling wasn't the best idea, but at lea-" The dragon's sentence quickly stopped as he finally saw the barrel of Red's gun staring very adamantly at him. The dragon paused a moment, likely trying to decide what sort of reaction would get him out of the situation alive, when he finally continued.

"Whoa, whoa there buddy. I'm not infected," he said cautiously, body language still stiff. Red's eyes didn't once abandon the dragonair's form-- watching every movement, analyzing the color of every scale. Since he was staring so intently, however, Red didn't make an effort to reply. "I assure you I'm not. You would be able to see a wound." The dragonair then slowly uncurled his coils, allowing the paranoid soldier to make sure he wasn't "lying". After his strangely elegant weird show, he settled back into a sitting position, still warily eying the gun. Though Red appreciated the fact that the dragonair was being so cooperative, he wasn't fully convinced, and the lack of change in his expression reflected that in full.

"...My name is Stark. Look buddy, did I do something wrong? I would much prefer to avoid being shot." "Stark"? That was an... odd name for a dragonair. "What is it you want?"

Red took a moment to consider. Mostly, it was intel. He needed to know where he was, where to refill his supplies and how to get back to Kanto. But there was a more pressing matter to attend to first. Without either raising or lowering the gun, nor changing the hard glower he'd set upon the dragon, Red replied. "...Do you honestly think that you're uninfected simply because you have no wounds?" The question was spoken with not true condescension, but with wariness. The dragon seemed intelligent enough -especially for his species- but the fact that "Stark" could still be infected by way of exposure was a very real and threatening possibility. Red knew that dragons weren't as susceptible to the virus as most other types, but that didn't mean that it couldn't already have planted its horrible seed with the dragon. It would just take longer. And if he was infected, Red wouldn't hesitate to simply kill him. Hell, if he knew he could easily return to an almost infinite bounty of ammo and supplies, he'd blow the damned dragon away anyway. But now... that wasn't so much an option.
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"I have not been bitten or scratched, no...but the virus is technically in every one, laying dormant. While I have yet to ever see a human reanimate and it is safe to assume they do not, Pokemon will regardless of how they died..." Red heaved a weary sigh. Yes. He knew all of this already; it had been mercilessly drilled into him at training, and then painfully learned through experience. He didn't recall otherwise healthy pokemon getting up after dying, but... then again, he usually didn't give them a chance. He glanced around their surroundings once more, making sure that they had the luxury of making conversation. And once more, he saw that they were still painfully alone.

Once the dragonair finished, Red glanced back down to him, taking in the dreary expression with little remark. At least the dragon knew they were completely hopeless. Staring down at Stark over the gun, his eyes dulled, he replied, "...Then you also know and understand that there is literally no advantage to keeping you alive, right?" Red's voice was as void of emotion as his eyes as he spoke, his soul draining from him. "You're just... a ticking bomb... like all the others." He raised his gun, looking at the dragon through the scope. Sure, the dragon was alive now, but in a matter or mere moments, that could all change.

"So tell me... 'Stark'... I'll only ask once:

"Why should I let you live?"
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Red felt a little more at ease when the dragon managed to keep his composure relatively intact as the gun stared him down. Not many pokemon did-- they would cry, blubber and weep, plead for mercy or just outright attack or run. But not this one. And while Red felt a little compelled to respect the dragon's mental fortitude, he denied the emotion. The fact that this "Stark" was so formidable in the face of immediate danger and very possible death meant he was also confident in his own abilities. Confidence meant power. Power meant trouble. "...I am useful, much as that might not seem possible," Stark began in a low voice, likely to hide any unease. "I came here on purpose. This is Realgam Tower, where Cipher worked to implement their Shadow Pokemon scheme. There are laboratories here, and I know how they work. I can read and work machinery, hack as well as start them up. Hell, you even saw the slot machine, so you know I'm not bluffing."

Realgam? Red knew the name, but he couldn't place from where. Briefing? Probably... His eyes narrowed not in hate or anger, but confusion. Shadow pokemon... Cipher... He'd certainly been briefed on them before, but that meant... he was in Orre? How the hell did he get to Orre?! And how the hell was he supposed to get back? "There obviously is no shared cure yet, otherwise there would at least be attempts at distribution. But if I can find clues... I don't think the Shadow Pokemon strain is completely unrelated. Even if it is, there are similarities in behavior, so there has to be some way to connect the two."

Red lowered the gun, satisfied enough with Stark's answer. He knew the perks of an electric pokemon, or one with those capabilities. He glanced to the mentioned machine; obviously, the dragon wasn't lying about electronics. Looked like the blue snake was keeping his life. "...You think you can find a cure?" Red asked, quirking a brow. Blaine, the madman who had created the most powerful pokemon to walk the Earth, hadn't even made much headway into a cure. Every scientific mind his own world had to offer was working for the same goal... and this dragonair thought it could do what literally thousands of people and other pokemon had been desperately trying to find? "You're optimistic... for a pokemon without hands," Red commented, lowering his gun completely.
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Stark barked out a stale laugh at Red's comment as the latter took a few steps further into the game room, taking in the details more intimately. It looked like whatever struggle that had happened in here had ended long ago, leaving the room devoid of... anything, really. Broken machines, furniture... there were remnants of what was likely a barricade near the entrance. He let out a breath; looked like whoever tried standing their ground didn't stand there for very long.

Though Red was drifting in his own thoughts, Stark continued talking, bringing the former back to the conversation. "Though I cannot be too much farther off from evolution, that is hardly the point. I refuse to just sit here and accept that my death will be in vain. There will be something worthwhile to come of my death." The soldier turned to look at Stark, eyebrow quirked. It was odd, seeing so much bravado from a single pokemon. Then again, he didn't make a habit of talking to pokemon anymore... Maybe this was just how they were now? But the fact that Stark thought he could control his death just was funny to Red, and it made him give out a small scoff.


"...You are optimistic." He moved around some more, boredly checking some of the machines.
"So what all have you gone through? Have you checked any other rooms, or the stairs?"
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The Pikachu presses her back hard against the overturned desk, long ears dangling so not to peak over the top. What do I do, what do I do?? Oh gods Im going to die. Jaws parting to take in more air her labored breaths were clear to see with the rapid rise and fall of her fuzzy chest. Behind her the clumsy steps of an Arcanine sound through the room as it pushes over boxes and chairs without care in search of its prey. Tw-twenty feet.. The heavy grunts that made up its breath sent chills down her spine. With how pungent her fear scent was it would be over her in a matter of seconds. Body sliding to the ground the mouse curls into a ball, small fist pressed to her eyes. Im scared Nana.. Wet tears ooze between her small fingers and she sniffs. Im no survivor. A rough bark rings closer then she would of liked, paws covering her mouth to surpress a gasp.

The canine was blocking the only exit to the room. If by some miracle she was going to survive this she would either have to fight it or manage to slip past the hound. Neither of which semed likely.. She swallows hard, mouth and tonuge feeling as dry as sandpaper. A choking feeling tightens up her throat and panic dances in her green eyes. No no no no dont! Two yellow paws press hard against her mouth until her teeth are aching but it is no use: the Pikachu starts coughing uncontrollably and even her paws muffled chocking sounds. A growl is the signal and the drum of fast approaching paws tells her the hound knew her location. Seconds. There is no way now. Three seconds. Her paws cover her head, pressing her ears tight against her skull as she awaits her fate.

Another roar fills the air that sounds nothing like the Arcanine and is quickly followed by noisy clatter. Her chest is too tight to breath, too afraid of it being the last breath. It didnt attack? Tiny trembling paws grip tightly to the charm in her collar, its cold metal surface a sharp contrast to her hot pads. A cacophony of noise roars behind her along with a hard pounding against the ground. Dare I look? What horror could possibly be going on that was allowing her to still be alive at this moment? Shaking like mad the Pikachu tentatively places her hands on the lip of the desk and peaks her emerald gaze over it with ears down. Her heart skips a beat.
She shouldn't of looked.
Forest spheres widen to the size of saucers. She might of survived just the Arcanine but now there was an Exploud in the room! It bellowed unintelligent words at the hound who did the same back. Wha.. are they.. talking? It was only a mix of grunts, groans, and growls, nothing was really being exchanged until the Loud Noise Pokemon screamed so loud it hurt. The very air vibrated with agitation and sent objects flying away from the powerful undead. Even the heavy desk was no match for the Boomburst, tossing the Pikachu along as it shifted backward until she cried out. The cacophony stopped. The Arcanine had its fangs in the Normal Types arm now but both went rigid as they heard the squeals. In unison they dropped their attacks to move toward the desk and all hope faded from the Pikachus eyes.

Crash. The ceiling explodes above her as yet another undead comes in. The Archeops is cackling like mad and could clearing see her, swooping in with talons extended while debris and grit shower down around it. Chaos explodes. In a blink of an eye the Arcanine was diving for the Archeops while the Exploud charged forward to find the living. Pure terror and raw instinct overwhelm her and the Pikachu doesnt have time to think anymore. In a scuttle of paws Cinderspark dives to the right, barely avoiding the kick delivered to the desk, snapping it in half and sending splinters out on all sides. One arm shields her eyes as the wood chips stab at her pelt. RUN. Her body screams while she makes a beeline for the door. Like it be poor timing or on purpose the Legendary Pokemon kicks out with a hindpaw right when the Pikachu passes it, effectively kicking her painfully but closer to the door. There is only a moment for her to get to her paws, body aching and wanting to refuse, and start moving before all three Pokemon give chase. "I dont wanna play this game anymore! Stop the ride I wanna get off!" She wails in to the air, running full pelt down the hall to what was hopefully an escape.


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This place was familiar to them.
Contentedly the two snakes curl up against the cold ground, tucked away in a shady corner. This place was just like the lab they had escaped from, it smelt like humans and cold concrete. Golden eyes gleamed in the gloom. It had been a good hunt. Pokemon meat was delicious but nothing compared to that forbidden savory taste of human flesh.
Neither of them remembered how they had got to this place but Yuurei had said she smelt human. It had been a long time since they had last tasted human meat and the lingering memory of the soft taste sometimes haunted their serpentine dreams.
Yuuku's tongue flickered out. The air was nice, cold but not cold enough to slow them down. It was still and stale and scent lingered.
The branched heads uncurled. Long tongue flicked out to taste the air. A drop of near transparent venom drops from the tip of one pale tooth.
Against the scales of their underbelly is a faint quiver of motion through the ground. Something is coming this way.
The two start to move from their brief nap. Yuurei is shaken awake by the movement. Lazily she blinks, a milky white membrane slipping over her amber eyes.
"Something." Her brother says simply. Neither of them really had ears but the crash of something breaking in the corridors ahead carries through the ground.

Yuurei raises her head in the direction of the shaking and tastes the air with a swift flick of her tongue.
"Tastes familiar...But not the same." Yuurei hisses as her tongue licks the air.
"Tasty familiar?" Her brother hisses back.
Yuurei thinks and her tongue darts out again, licking at the air. The tiny quiver of movement is getting closer. Something is coming this way.
She wanted to eat.
"Not sure."
"I'll eat it then. Eat and make sure." Yuuku says, satisfied.
The hoods with their face like patterns of red and yellow extend outwards as they dash out with lightning speed. Their scales make a faint whispering rasp on the ground as their tail sways side to side.
They don't even bother checking to see what they've caught before Yuurei is lashing their tail around the other way to cut off its retreat. The air temperature drops by a few degrees as Yuuku's fangs extend with stabbing blades of ice.
"Die now!" He hisses as he prepares to bite down.
Yuurei skillfully manipulates the long coiled muscle of their body, trying to lash around and crush their prey until their bones splintered and their crushed body could fit neatly down her throat.

((OOC: Up to you as to whether they've found Cinder or Easter, either way any electrical shock will halt their attack))


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Realgam Tower (Resort Area) | Late morning (19)


"I've only flown in last night, after some checking out I took the rare opportunity to rest. I saw the colosseum above us, but only briefly. Though the stairs seemed fine from the air, I could be wrong." Red frowned; so he wasn't responsible for the lack of activity? He didn't like it when it was quiet without it being noisy first; something felt wrong. Though he knew that some pokemon were still cognitive and able to plan and sneak and all that, they were in Orre. The pokemon here should have already passed the "infection" stage and into true "undead", meaning all cognitive function is lost. So... what the hell was going on? He refused to believe that he just happened across the only actually safe building in the damned world.


"The rooms down in the tunnels are what I am really interested in, I think that would be where the actual laboratories would be...not in this vacation suite with slot machines and chandeliers." Though Red had been facing away from the Dragonair, he turned to him surprised. He tried asking himself where he'd gotten that kind of information, but the ding of the slot machine echoed in his mind as a sort of macabre reminder that he probably shouldn't pry. Nope. Not gonna ask. An aneurism wasn't worth the knowledge. Still, it was impressive enough. But Stark once more took advantage of Red's silence to speak more, because he hadn't done enough of that, apparently."And ya gonna give me a name I should call you by, or would 'human' suffice for you?"


"...Red," he admitted quietly, kneeling down to inspect a strange lump of what looked kinda like cloth. "...like the color." It was a common additive that he had to supplement in his old training days, as people apparently weren't often sure that yes, he was named after a damned color and the additive came out now purely out of habit. He poked at the mound with a nearby mostly clean wire, deciding that yes, this was once part of a body. But as he poked and prodded boredly at what was maybe a leg, the distant echoes of a struggle caused him to freeze immediately. He listened, determined that yes, it was coming closer, then sprang into action.

Grabbing his rifle and sprinting to the doorway, he saw what looked like a wall of teeth, blood and hell coming straight for them. At their lead was a pikac--

A...

A pikachu.

Eyes widening into saucers, he felt his heart freeze. The pikachu was healthy. Scared. Running. Healthy. Scared. Running.
Healthy.
Scared.
Running.

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HEALTHY.


"GET DOWN!" he bellowed, going down to one knee and bringing up the rifle in one fluid motion. Frantic, desperate to destroy anything and everything that was trying to kill the pikachu before him, he opened fire. He didn't know if it was his or not-- it likely wasn't. After all, why would Pikachu be in Orre? But no rational thought could pierce the ferocious instinct to protect the little electric rat, no logic to stop the rampage. Each of his bullets found and stopped something in their tracks, leaving the corridor a stinking crimson mess. But as he fired, feathers and teeth swooped past, ripping the gun from his hands. Thankfully, he was armed to the teeth, and reached for another gun, but found the ancient dinosaur was too close for comfort to the dragonair.

"Stark!" he barked, not unlike a trainer's bark during battle, "Above you!" He turned back, to make sure the pikachu had at least made it. Of course, with more rational thought working in his favor, he could very clearly see that no... this wasn't his pikachu. Ignoring the feeling of the small fragment of hope that had managed to claw its way to the surface die, he glanced the rat up and down objectively. "... You ok?"
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Four yellow paws scurried across a dirty floor so fast their owner near seemed to be to gliding. Nope nope nope nope NOPE! Panicked breaths refused her a chance to speak her thoughts. If the legends allowed for any other living to be nearby the Pikachu prayed the menagerie of noise behind her was enough to warn them of the oncoming danger. The Arcanines heat laden breath is hard on her heels and grizzled fangs snap at her already jagged tail. While her eyes are having trouble focusing in her sprint they notice something vital. The area ahead is opening up. Maybe there would be somewhere to hide or a small passage way to escape these large beasts. Against these odds it was her only shot. Squealing at the sudden touch of fire on her tail the rodent pushes herself to move faster, small heart pounding against her ribcage as another wave of fear washes over her.

The slim hallway widens into a large room with many dull machines in neat lines. Yes, yes she could use this to ditch the undead! The gore in here is completely ignored, normal in this day and age, but the living go unnoticed as the rodent darts in between a row of slot machines. The presence of those behind her does not leave and the Exploud even crashes straight through the machines to continue its chase. Panic flutters in her little heart. Racing down the lane the Pikachu stamps her paws down hard at the end of it to make a sharp right turn, praying that the Pokemon kept going instead of following her around. A completely foreign voice roars above the panic and the Pikachu doesnt have the mind to ignore it. "GET DOWN!"

Someone was here and just gave a command, hopefully to her. Too surprised to even look for its source she simply does as instructed. Amidst her turn Cinder dives forward to huddle against the ground but isnt of moldy carpet she is met with a bonk on the head. Green eyes squeezed shut so she can not see but the Pikachu feels herself go upside-down and fall on her back while the world spins. The small tripped-over trashcan had been forced upward and fallen back over by the disturbance, its soiled contents, cigarette butts, and other such objects suddenly disturbed for the first time in years. Degrading putrid mush shifts around and now clings to the Pikachu's yellow fur while a godawful scent is released. It hits her pallet relentlessly, instantly making the small Pokemons fur spike up and eyes burst into tears.

Curling into the smallest of balls while her body retched Cinderchu wished she could just die. The rancid sent that surrounded her was utterly sickening but was nothing compared to the clamor of loud bang bag bangs in her ears. What the hell was happening out there?? That didn't sound like any normal attack! What have I wandered into.. The sound is faintly familiar but she can not focus on it as she gags on the smell around her. She cant focus on anything with this repulsive scent wrecking her face...
The banging stops. The roars and chaos seem to settle and are replaced by voices. The retching is so bad she knows she will vomit if she stays and decides battle is better then that feeling. Crawling meekly from her hiding spot two long ears stand tall for any noises. As soon as she can stand Cinderchu gives her pelt a hard shake, tossing the foul substances aside and hopefully ridding their scents from her pelt. Its quiet.. "Y-you okay little Pika?" Flipping around quickly to meet the voice the Pikachu stares wide-eyed. How did she not see a Dragonite when she came in here! You missed something huge, ran right into danger to dolt! Focus, pay attention! Lessons past hit hard with a wall of shame and fear and she sets to rectifying the situation. Its light orange scales gave no sign of disease but its eyes... "... You ok?" She instantly stiffens. A second voice? No, thats the first voice. AND you didnt even check for dangers. This time her head moves slowly, an expression of disbelief swamping her visage. A human?! She.. they.. weren't they all dead? Blinking dumbly all Cinder can respond with is a twitch of her tail. Human. Trainer. Oh god trainer. Of course she didn't notice the Dragonite- the human hadn't summoned it until the undead arrived! No no no dont catch me oh please no. Her forepaws huddle close to her chest, ears falling low. Humans were bad, humans hated the little thief that she was and would try to catch her.. Taking a few cautious steps back the Pikachu sheepishly mutters, "I-Im o-o-okay.. t-thank y-y-you.." Her fuzzy rump bumps against a slot machine, snapping her into attention. Run. Cant run. Run. Dont panic. It was too late for that. Heart beating like mad and body shaking she stands like no more then a deer in headlights waiting to be attacked or caught.


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Re: (ELITE) The REALGAM Team

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Realgam Tower (v) Resort Area (v) Early Afternoon (v) [26]

Yuuku hisses in irritation as his bite misses and the ice shatters against the ground.
He shakes his head and spreads his hood wider, the face like patterns intimidating and glaring. He hisses eerily, fangs gleaming in the light. His eyes are golden with pupils like scalpel lines of night.
Shaking the last fragments of frost from each long tooth a tiny drop of translucent venom oozes from the tiny pores.
Yuurei's lashing tail crashes down but their prey is faster than anticipated and leaps out of the way. The dragging coils fail to ensnare the cat-like thing.
Yuuku arches his head backwards and prepares to spit venom.
"Stop squirming!" He hisses and his meals eyes glow yellow.
A tingling electric pain runs through his body. He hisses as his body jolts out of control. He can feel his heart miss a beat.
He spits venom in a clear glistening stream that just misses his target of the blue lion's multi-colored eyes.
Instead it splatters the concrete harmlessly. The ribs of his hood fold inwards, deflating the intimidating display. In a panic he looks around at the empty corridor.

Yuurei whimpers at the electric pain. Their tail curls back, leaving the corridor unblocked. Her hood also shrinking she ducks under Yuuku's head.
"Bad!" She wails. "Bad spark stick."
She curls the tail around herself fearfully. The edges of her hood flare as she fearfully looks around.
"Did we do bad?" She asks her brother, flickering her tongue over the purple scales of Yuuku's neck.
Her amber eyes fix on the Luxio. Her tongue flickers out.
"What are you? Why the spark stick?" She hisses. "Why is it bad to eat you?"
The large snake looks down on the little Lion pokemon. It was blue and black and had pretty spiky fur.
Her tongue flickers out to taste its scent. Red things on its ears. Red white things and a collar.
With a condescending look Yuurei draws back. It was a special lab pokemon then. One of the ones that tasted like bad chemicals. They got a shock when they tried to eat those pokemon.
Bad.
They couldn't eat it and now they had to find something else.
"Let's go." She starts to move, pulling her brother with her.
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Re: (ELITE) The REALGAM Team

Post by Red on Sun Sep 14, 2014 5:43 am

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Realgam Tower (Resort Area) | Late morning (20)


The pikachu stared up at him in trepidation, acknowledging Red's question with only the flick of a tail. He knew that body language. He could almost guess whatever the pikachu was thinking or had to say just by looking at those big brown eyes, despite this particular pikachu -upon closer inspection- looking quite different from his own. Fluffy, sporting a green collar, strange cheek markings and a definite feminine sheen to her fur-- she was pretty much the opposite of his own; there was almost nothing remarkable about his own pikachu... But her tells were unmistakable: She was terrified, probably of them both, and his intense stare likely wasn't helping matters.

"I-Im o-o-okay.. t-thank y-y-you.." she finally managed, after both their queries, to which Red gave a silent nod and turned back toward the entrance, only pausing to stare a moment in mild surprise at the newly evolved dragonite that was currently getting used to limbs. Well, that hadn't taken long. He hadn't even noticed the giant dragon, much less the bright light that always accompanied evolution or... pretty much anything else other than the pikachu showing up. Christ, Red, get a hold of yourself... he admonished inwardly, shaking his head free of the chaotic emotions that had momentarily broken out. It was annoying and embarrassing he'd allowed himself to get so worked up over such a small, trivial encounter... It wasn't like he hadn't seen other fucking pikachu before now. Looking back to Stark, he mentioned quietly, "I'm going to check the hallway-- see if it's clear. Stay here with her."

Stepping over the body of the archeops -or what was left of it- he moved without another word into the hall, carefully scoping out the remains of the fight, rifle on point. As he stared down the decayed monstrosities as they finally lay at rest, he settled his frayed mind back down with the only thought that could:

Of course it hadn't been Pikachu.

It was never Pikachu.

And in all likelihood... it never would be.

Cold dead stare back firmly in place, he glanced over the two undead he'd put down. They were a little larger than he remembered those particular species being, but maybe his mind was just hazy. He'd had the luck of not running into either, as both pokemon were a hassle on their own, much less together. But it proved one thing: they weren't as alone as he'd originally thought. At least it won't be boring... Eyes flicking up to scan the now quiet hallway once more, that thought dimmed a bit. With how much noise they were making, perhaps there weren't many Undead after all. Pity. All the gunfire would have attracted a second wave by now.

He turned and headed back into the room, shrugging off the backpack from his shoulders to seek out his gun cleaning kit. His rifle was already steeped in chunky blood, and already sand was beginning to cling to it. Two bad signs already. Dismantling the rifle quickly and efficiently, he gave his small report without even looking up at the others. "Hallway's clear. Anything nearby would have already come for us because of all the noise." He glanced at the pikachu, his voice a fraction gentler-- as if he were subconsciously speaking to her alone. "So we're safe... for the time being."
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Re: (ELITE) The REALGAM Team

Post by Dandelion on Sun Sep 21, 2014 3:33 pm

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Realgam Tower (Resort Area) | Early Afternoon [3]


Red eyes stared at her. They were just.. looking at her, no words being spoken while they scrutinized her small yellow form. Can humans get it? Does he have it? Reds not a normal color. Not normal. Whys it red. What. Her body wills the itching feeling of her skin away with a small shudder. Geez man, how did she always get herself into these situations? I swear Im.. not even worth battling.. Perhaps he noticed as the human walked away in silence. Letting out the breath she didn't even know she had been holding the Pikachu silently sighs in relief before gulping in lungfuls of air. I guess.. Im really not worth your time.. Disheartened instead of relieved a pair of green eyes follow the human as it mores away while her body slowly hunches so it may drop quickly onto four paws when possible. "I'm going to check the hallway-- see if it's clear. Stay here with her." Stay here with her. Stay here with her. Stay here with her. Shit, no! The panic alarms sing again and Cinder snaps back up. Oh gods why..

The human leaves without another word and only a few moments pass before her yellow body mechanically and stiffly shifts toward the Dragonite. Thats.. some watchdog for a little mouse.. Why was it to watch her? What use was she that the human or his pet? Making a few sidesteps away from the beast the Pikachu passes the edge of the slot machine. Though she probably wouldnt get a chance to use it at least she would have an open escape route. If nothing else her small size might offer some protection with all the small areas that a massive dragon couldn't fit in.

The Dragonite itself was behaving strangely, moving its limbs and body about in odd ways that only served to upset her further. What are you.. Testing its strength or warming up for ways to do me in? To play with its food? To.. to what?! Cinderspark swallows dryly, muscles tense as she finally gets herself to drop to all fours. Well, it er.. he, wouldn't get it without some sort of a fight! "D-dont you t-try anything!" She growls defensively, long-furred pelt fluffed up. "I.. I'll bite!" All bark and no bite the defiant Pikachu really had no idea what she would do if the dragon decided to attack her. Its scales alone were probably stronger then her, let alone her jaw.. Green eyes locked on its orange form Cinder makes very careful and slow movements toward the opposite end of the room. She hadn't come in that way, perhaps it was an exit! All four paws stop as her mind is slammed- It would attack before she even moved five feet. 'Stay here with her.' Yes, just keep moving away and provoke it why dont you, idiot! Sparks crackle lightly from her brown cheeks, uneasly. Im just asking for death at this point.. Though the Dragon Pokemon hadnt left her sight the Pikachus gaze was faltering, eyes unfocused and near peering past its massive orange shape. You need to be more careful..

At that same moment her long ears twitch, footsteps. She can not hesitate and now the dragon is lesser threat. Peeling her eyes off of it with more effort thens needed the mouse can see it is only the human returning and no more. "Hallway's clear. Anything nearby would have already come for us because of all the noise." It.. he, what? It looked at her again and she merely stares, trying to process the words being spoken, "So we're safe... for the time being." We're safe. We're. Did that include her? Did that mean she was under their care? Was she now part of this posse?? Questions swirl through her head like a massive whirlpool, too jumbled to make any decent distinctions. Safe.. The word manages to stand out, simple and actually comforting. The tiniest sounds of shifting play out behind her and Cinder can not forget the other presence in the room. "Can you," She tries to hide the desperation from her voice but can not from her eyes as she looks toward the human. Maybe she shouldnt ask, maybe this was a bad idea. It was too late to go back, "Can you maybe.. call off your Dragonite?" Going to hurt her or not its physical presence was enough to make her uncomfortable. The human had his scary guns after all.. he didn't need some dragon bodyguard out at all times.

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