(ACE) The FORTREE Team

Acro watched the other pokemon with a emotionless face. Why were they attacking each other? She really didn't care much as long as they didn't attack her. Though something about the Persian, made her very uneasy. She really did not want to see what the feline had in mind. So she just sat and watched the others.

(OOC: Sorry short post is short.)

"Fuck off, big shot." Fuego was then attacked by many sharp stones, most missed but one hit him right on the nose, breaking off his horns. Others scratched his body.
"¿Sabes qué? ¿SABES QUÉ?! YA NO SOY YO REVELACIÓN DE HELADO EN LA MAGDALENA."
He gave a sharp growl, as if to hiss at the same time. Then he heard... it.
"NnnnUUUUuuuTTTTTtttttHHHHHhhhhEEEEeeeeeRRRRRrrrr...?"
This deer with half a face limped into view. Annoyed, he was about to say something before the Aerodactyl did- "Great, more undead. No thanks to YOU." She launched a Fire Blast.
"Usted ... IDIOTA! HAS PRáCTICAMENTE ESTABLECIDO FUEGO A LA CIUDAD!... OH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU DON'T SPEAK SPANISH. He proceeded to stomp out the burning grass, the fire smothering under his foot.

"Great, more undead. No thanks to YOU."

Ibmab tilted his head in confusion at the sudden comment. Was that directed at him? He felt the chill air blow onto his exposed muscle and flesh. He bleated at the sudden fire that was thrown at him.

"Stand back!"

"Aiie! Wha dee yoo atta me?" Ibmab slightly whimpered, "Ah jus wanad hel...." It's true; he felt a craving, and he didn't understand why they were attacking him.... Even if he died, a bit of his old customs and policies were ingrained in his brain.... He stumbled and fell back as the heat pushed him back even further, causing his legs to involuntarily buckle under him. He fell to the ground with another bleat. He didn't even know what this hungry sensation was that overcame him; he just felt so gluttonous all of a sudden.... Hearing and smelling the other Pokemon's scents made him intoxicated with so much desire.... He struggled to his feet; easing himself up quickly with his only front leg. He stood a good distance away from them, shaking almost as if he was scared.


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(OoC: He's not shaking out of fear; he's shaking to refrain himself from attacking.)

Thoughts of a queen now lost simply filled the beedrill’s mind, he had lost himself in thinking abou the pureness of the vespiqueen he had found and lost. He was comparing what he knew about her to his old queen, and although he had not officially met this new queen, he could feel some strange force making him adore her even in death. He had been so fixated on thoughts of her that the next thing he knew, the one he had been stalking had gotten a large group of more pokemon around it. It was going to be a lot harder to even get close to it now…. One thing did seem in his favor though, the group seemed to be fighting amongst themselves.

His stingers prayed to be bathed in the blood of that purple dragon, too feel the heartbeat of the bastard who killed his queen loose life as it pumped the last of the blood away. To have his whole sight turned red from seeing nothing but blood. He did not why he was having these feelings, but at the moment he did not care, it just felt……so right to him, especially since it would be an act of revenge also.

He had enough waiting, enough seeking the right opportunity. He wanted bloodshed and that was what he was going to make happen. Using his natural swiftness, he rushed towards aerodactyl, not even caring for the rest, using a poison jab accompanied by a twin needle. It was a blitzkrieg of sorts, but it beat standing like an ass waiting for an opportunity that may never happen.

"Usted ... IDIOTA! HAS PRáCTICAMENTE ESTABLECIDO FUEGO A LA CIUDAD!... OH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU DON'T SPEAK SPANISH." She gave a low growl, before snapping back as he stomped out the flames. "Du Hurensohn, das ist mir furzegal! FICK DICH, DU DRECKSACK, GEH ZUM TEUFEL! Oh wait, YOU DON'T KNOW GERMAN!" she roared. She looked pissed, but in reality, she was terrified. She was scared of new things, new Pokemon, new languages. That deer thing scared her, and needless to say, the Spanish words Fuego spat at her did too.

Acht's head snapped back to Ibmab, who was shaking. 'Show no mercy...' she bared her teeth, about to unleash another Fire Blast when from the very edge of her sight, she saw the Beedrill coming at her. "GOTTVERDAMMT!" she screamed as the Poison Jab hit her right on the skull she wore, cracking it even more. She manage to maneuver away from one of the Twin Needles, but the other hit her skull again.

The Aerodactyl began to panic, teeth grit as she leaped back. 'The skull can't break... The skull can't break...' She desperately hoped her mask wouldn't break apart. Her maw crackled with flames as she fried her Fire Blast at the Beedrill. "Brûle en enfer!" she shouted, this time in French. She thought the language would be more suited for this situation. The gift of being tri-lingual.

Acht slumped to the ground, still not very well rested after she killed the Vespiqueen. Pain was flowing through her body like an ongoing river. Never had she felt this much pain before except when she was tested with dangerous drugs back at the labs. She had only wanted to protect the city and live alone in peace, not meet all these others, she didn't want to run into these infected and have to fight them. She hadn't wanted to kill that Togekiss.

"I don't want to do this anymore..." her voice was barely audible, weak and pathetic.

"Aiie! Wha dee yoo atta me?"

Moriarty couldn’t believe it. Another infected with a conscious – albeit slightly more uninterruptable than the prehistoric bird. He took a hesitant step towards the deer, swallowing his disgust for the foul appearance as he watched the pathetic creature stumble away from Acht’s flames. In a time where he should probably be panicking, fearing for his life, Moriarty’s interest had never been so high. It was totally new to him, and he considered it to be a major breakthrough in his studies – the only concern was that he’d lose the lead when the aerodactyl successfully killed the pair of infected.

“GOTTVERDAMMT!”

The persian span around at the foreign outburst, fur bristling. However, the sight of a beedrill colliding with Acht’s face caused his jaw to drop. He wasn’t ready to lose what he presumed was his strongest alliance – but he was relieved to see her recovered and unleashing a powerful fire blast in retaliation. He smiled softly, eyes flicking cautiously to Acro and then to Ibmab. Lumiere could obviously take care of herself, and at this current stage, she wasn’t going to prove a physical threat to him. He had only just caught Acht’s hushed words, the dragon speaking in just above a whisper as she fell to the ground. Perhaps that attack had been stronger than he’d initially thought. Despite his best efforts to avoid involving himself in battle, something inside the persian forced him to trot over to the dragon’s side.
“Are you alright?” Moriarty asked helplessly, hazel eyes scanning the dragon’s head for injuries. The skull she adorned looked slightly battered but whatever damage lay beneath remained a mystery. He wasn’t sure what to do. With three potential dangers in the vicinity – the beedrill apparently stronger and more intent on killing than the other two – an arrogant, Spanish charizard and Acht wounded, Moriarty was struggling to find a source of leadership. He stood by the aerodactyl’s side for the time being, ready to use protect if necessary as his eyes met that of the dragonair’s. His fear was beginning to surface in his expression.
“W-What do we do?”

Lumiere sighed, frozen fear raced through her veins and she seemed to be watching everything in slow motion without being able to do anything. She saw the Beedrill attack and felt her heart skip a beat as Acht fell to the ground. Her voice carried to Lumiere and that's when she snapped out of her trance. Moriarty's fear sounded in his voice when he asked her what they were to do now and without hesitation she replied to him.

"We fight but be prepared it's about to get a little gusty. You take care of Acht."

Lumiere closed her eyes, her tail glowed and a storm blew in from the north twisting the air around her and whipping a wind that left a chill in its wake. Rain didn't fall down only the wind lashed at the Pokemon as Lumiere shot forward aiming a Flamethrower at the bug type.

(OOC: sorry for the short post.)

(OOC: Please skip my turn just say that Acro is down by Acht and is asking if she's ok)

(I dunno what to say... skip me)

Ibmab stood shaking. Why did he feel so ravenous...? These were fellow pokemon. He heard the Aerodactyl scream. The smell of blood suddenly drifted into his nose. Almost at once, he had a spazzim on the ground; almost akin to the look of an animal who had just been hit and gone retarded and couldn't bare to live longer. He kicked the air, spinning in a circle on the ground as his brain failed him. He didn't know what the hell was going on. The virus in his brain needed that meat. It CRAVED the blood.... Ibmab let out a series of uncontrolled bleats as he ran on the ground still, not being able to even stand from lack of balance. His brain was constricted from the virus, bringing him to almost death from loss of mental abilities. He continued to seemingly have a seizure on the ground, not making it any better by smelling the Aerodactyl's blood. He kept constantly screaming and bleating as he rolled over and over, and tossed himself and thrashed. His mind roared for it all to stop....


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(OoC: Sorry for the random freak-out moment. ^^; Now he's gonna become BLOODTHIRSTY. >8U)

Things where looking better and better for #3829. The giant flying dragon had been brought down far easier than he thought; he had managed to get its head and watched in amusement as it panicked at the sight of the breaking bone helmet. The beedrill was getting some sick kick out of watching the beast panic, knowing it was the same one who killed his queen made it all the more sweeter. It attacked back of course, but it was predictable, another fire attack like the one that had taken down his queen, he would not let the same fate that befell her come upon him before he had exacted his revenge.

Fire, as much as he hated it and feared it, it kept coming at him. Having successfully dodged the flying beast’s fire attack, he had all his attention on it, and now another flame based attack hits him from out of nowhere. Burning pain shot up his leg and torso, grueling, agonizing pain that seemed to have no end in sight. He squirmed against the flames to no avail, and when they finally died down he turned to see who the assailant was, only to be confronted with another dragon, a blue one that could not fly. As much as he wanted to make it pay for hurting him, it was the ancient flying dragon who was the target, for it was that beast and no one else who had hurt her. “My queen..”

Now with his leg badly burnt, the beedrill was forced to stay in midair, for landing would cause too much pain. Using his slightly burnt wings, he closed in on the slumped masked beast preparing another poison jab, he wanted to end this soon, just wanted to be back with his queen, back to the smell of honey, back to his own paradise, to make her happy.

"We fight but be prepared it's about to get a little gusty. You take care of Acht." The Aerodactyl's eyes were cloudy as she began to stumble. She was dizzy, her mind spinning. The Deerling thing was bleating like hell, the Beedrill rose up into the air and came crashing down at her with a Poison Jab. She weakly bared her teeth in anger, about to unleash another fire attack when-

Crack.

The Poison Jab collided with her face, sending her sliding back. The bone neatly fell apart into pieces, sliding off her face. Slowly, her face was revealed, her green eyes wide with fear.


'No, no, this can't be happening. My mask- MY MASK!' She internally screeched, looking around hectically. Acht's eyes trained onto the shattered pieces of bone on the ground, shaking. Immediately, breathed a Fire Blast at the Beedrill. "What have you done?!" she growled, but not in anger, but plain fear.

The Aerodactyl hopped backwards, using her wings to cover her scarred face. The faint-coloured, yet deep lines ran through her whole complexion.

“We fight but be prepared it's about to get a little gusty. You take care of Acht.”

Moriarty nodded his head curtly at Lumiere’s quick reply. Although he had a lot more potential than to simply keep an eye on the injured, Moriarty saw no reason to act out of orders. He openly admitted he was lazy, a fan of the pampered life, and if the others wanted to fight then he wasn’t about to interfere. Bravery and honor were just other words for stupidity. Instead, he watched as Acht slowly recovered from the attack, eyes flicking between Lumiere, the beedrill and the deer. He’d almost forgotten about the archen until it suddenly appeared at his side. He was shocked at its concern for the aerodactyl, and the persian had to keep reminding himself that this creature was in fact infected. Staring at the bird quizzically, his attention was suddenly diverted at the sound of frantic, terrible bleating.

Spinning on the spot to face the eyeless deerling, Moriarty’s fur bristled in anticipation. It looked like it was having some sort of fit. He emitted a sharp hiss, concerned with the creature’s actions once it had recovered from such a violent episode. Things were certainly going to get ugly. Before he had the chance to kill the deer before it could get to its feet, a splendid racket came from behind. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw the beedrill make contact with Acht’s face once more, this time pushing her a distance back to which her mask began to crumble. He thought little of it at first – the skull was probably some kind of armor, war paint per se; but the aerodactyl’s reaction confused him to no ends. She sounded scared, quickly hiding her face as if ashamed of something.
“Acht?” Moriarty asked, a frown on his slim face as he looked between the distraught dragon and the pieces of broken skull. Before he could pursue the topic any further, the deer’s bleating intensified to remind Moriarty what had to be done. It was still rolling on the ground, and fortunately, the feline didn’t believe in fair play. With a crooked smirk, Moriarty aimed a shadow ball directly at the creature’s head.

Lumiere watched everything that happened as time seemed to slow down around her. She heard nothing only the rushing in her head and saw only the painful red aura that emanated from the undead creature. As if in slow motion, she watched the creature attack Acht once again and something inside of her snapped and memories rushed into her head of when Tenebre risked his life for her. Pain and sorrow rushed through her but not for him. This pain was for her new friend Acht and she wasn't about to let her get hurt any longer. Snapping back to reality Lumiere closed her eyes and her energy focused on one spot, the gem on her neck.

Energy illuminated the air around her and engulfed her in a tangent blue light streaked with white throughout the color. The move she used shocked her for a few seconds. It had been years since she learned Dragon Rush but she didn't have need to dwell in that fact as she turned her sights upon the horrific undead Beedrill, her anger rising to a fever pitch. Blazing through the air, Lumiere made contact with the vile creature and plummeted it into the ground where she believed it belonged. As she looked down on the creature, her gem slowly began to dull back to its regular color and her body was like a ribbon behind her in the wind as she struggled to control her anger.

(OOC I was giving permission(:)

(I'm assuming it's my turn because Acro is in the safehouse. Please skip.)

His legs ceased to kick as the contents of his skull suddenly went warm, as if someone poured warm water into his bleeding head. He bleated unintentionally. As helpless as he felt right now, it suddenly seemed to go blank. The feeling of calm.... He suddenly forgot what calm was. His face already was expressionless, but now he knew no expression or emotion of the mind or body.... Then suddenly, the wind whipped at him cruelly, taking him from the solitude of his mind. Just when he had gotten some peace.... He slowly tried to stand; his brain feeling akin to a broken bone. The nerves in his legs felt weird to stand on as struggled up and onto his legs. If his eyes could glow, then they certainly would have now. The little Deerling panted, wind whistling through his teeth as it brushed past them. He then bleated a distorted bleat. He now showed no resistance. His brain made him want this meat, need this meat, and he would die to kill.... The once innocent minded child suddenly had a shiver go down his spine. This time, there was no going back. He had turned into a killer. He hoofed the ground, then started shaking with a charge as he got ready to use Energy Ball. These pokemon were his to take. All traces of his consciousness and personality were now deleted from the catacombs of his decaying mind....

Pain, excruciating and unrelenting pain, it suddenly came to beedrill #3829 at his side, and after being forcibly pummeled to the ground, to his back. He had been enjoying himself watching the horror and fear come over the purple dragon, it being extra amusing knowing she had hurt his queen, when all of a sudden a burst if light emanating power charged at him. He had been caught off guard during his enjoyment of another’s pain, though even if he had dodged that attack, the fire attack would have hit him, so in a way, being knocked to the ground did kinda help him escape the fire. The only problem was that the blue dragon’s attack might have been worse for the bug.

He honestly thought he could no longer move for a minute, that somehow he had been damaged so horribly that he was left permanently paralyzed. He felt dizzy, nauseous, confused, and even pain all at the same time, which was odd, he had not felt any of those in weeks, and now these pokemon were making them all rise all at once.

The beedrill slowly got up, all the time sending death glares at both dragons, if his glares were an attack, those two could have been dead by now. He wanted to charge at them, to attack them for hurting him, for hurting his queen, hell, even for simply existing…..but he couldn’t. The beedrill was in too much pain, and even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t know which dragon to attack, for both dragons seemed to have copies flying around his vision. Simply put, he had failed. A minute ago he would have put his life on the line to avenge his queen, to do anything it took in her name, but now that death was looking him in his eyes, the beedrill seemed to flinch away. He had died already….he knew how horrible it was, he did not want to die so soon again.

“My queen, my queen….Failure….” He barely muttered…before weakly using the only attack that benefited from him getting hurt. Assurance. He attacked the blue dragon, but he did not stay long enough to see if it landed or not it served only as a distraction. He flew off, even with one of his leg being burnt beyond use, and one of his wings being burnt to make it hard to fly, the beedrill weakly flew off knowing if it stopped it would mean the death of him again.

Before he could witness whether his attack had hit the hideous deer or not, the glimpse of Lumiere darting through the sky snatched his attention away. She was charging at the beedrill, her body engulfed in blue light as she made contact with her target. It was beautiful, almost mesmerizing – but Moriarty had no doubt that the attack was also deadly. When the infected finally regained its stature, Moriarty could tell that it was growing weary from the barrage of the dragons' attacks. The feline was impressed. Lumiere was never going to be ‘just a pretty face’, but now that he’d observed her true potential he made a mental note to stay on her good side. He flashed a smile at her, momentarily forgetting the remaining dangers now that the beedrill had wisely fled.

Moriarty didn’t have chance to react. He turned back to deerling in time to witness an energy ball directly in front of him. His eyes widened a fraction, he leapt to the left in a vain attempt to dodge – but it had been hopeless. The attack collided with his hind legs, knocking him off balance as he came crashing to the ground with a pained hiss. He lay on the ground a moment, stunned at his own idiocy to have let a blind deer get the better of him. His legs ached, a constant throbbing pain that spanned from his charred paws up to his hips. Fortunately there was no blood, and with a hesitant kick, he soon discovered that his injuries weren’t internal. No broken bones permitted a weak sigh of relief to escape Moriarty's lips. Struggling back to all fours, his hind legs slightly delicate to stand on, the persian's face was the definition of pure anger. Humiliation was something the feline couldn’t deal with. He was sure his companions hardly cared, but his pride had been wounded more than his body. He simply couldn’t let the damn infected live after committing such an offense. With a hiss, he prepared a thunder attack. The clouds darkened, a deep rumbling noise erupted from the heavens before a stunning, bolt of gold crashed down towards the deerling.

She struggled hard against the anger coursing through her and when the incessant bleating caught her attention, it was only natural that she focused her rage upon the demented creature below her. Focusing once again, the gem on her tail glowed and water seemed to stream from it as she sliced through the air, her tail colliding with the bleating Deerling. Finally, her anger subsided and the clouds above that were threatening to break lightened a bit as she came down to land beside Moriarty. "Well that was fun."She smiled to him as she focused on controlling her breathing.

(Ooc: BLAAH! I forgot Acro left. Sorry, I wanna post but the 3DS browser doesn't let you copy/paste URLs, and it's late anyway. SORRY, SORRY, SORRY...)

(OoC: Please skip. I'm having a hard time as this little guy, so just say that he got half damaged from the bolt because he backed up, then was knocked harshly into the trees from Lumiere's tail attack.)

Pain, overwhelming and crippling pain, that was what the beedrill felt each time he flew. He had to make do with short bursts of flight, before having to stop to rest, which in his state meant leaning against a tree with his one good leg to keep him from falling. At this point he considered it a miracle that he could still even fly, that the fire based attacks did not burn his wings off rendering him flightless. Every foot was like a mile, and every flap of his wings made him want to tear them off just to stop the muscle spasms brought on by the pain.

It took a while, but eventually #3829 made it back to the human dwelling where his queen had token to hiding her honey in, which just recently had become a shrine for her. He had failed his only purpose in unlife, and now on the verge of death, he just wanted to be by her side as he died.

His precious queen was just how he had left her, elegant even while dead, poised even when she was burnt, and surrounded by the heavenly aroma that was brought about by her honey. #3829 weakly made it to her side, ready to collapse in a heap and go to the place she would be now. He almost made it too, but the disruption of the silence brought him out of his trance. He quickly looked around to see if the dragons who had done this to him had followed him, but nothing, and then it started up again. To his surprise it was coming from his queen, well, to be specific, it was coming from her head.

The features were still burnt and unmoving as they had been before he had left, and the mouth did not move, but somehow it was like his queen was talking to him. Despite his failure to avenge her, or even protect her in the first place, the head of his queen was commending him either way, and the beedrill felt unworthy. And as much as he wanted to join her where ever she had gone to, she told him it was not time, that she had plans for him, that she needed a minion to do things for her, which utterly confused him. He just wanted to curl up and let the darkness take him next to her, but he did not want to let his queen down again, so he did what he was told.

He would never think about doing this, but his queen commanded it, so #3829 desecrated the majestic body of his queen and cut off the head. Apparently she needed to be around to provide further instructions, and this was the only way….He expected her to ask him to take care of the dragons, but she had other plans, ones that needed him far away from here, so reluctantly the beedrill flew away from the shrine of his now headless queen, off to follow the command of the head of the only one to give him a purpose.


((M'kay, I'm done floating here for now, was fun RPing with you all~))

The creepy deer was only partially hit by Moriarty’s attack, but the knowledge that he’d caused some amount of pain was enough to satisfy the persian. He grinned further when the infected was slammed into a tree by Lumiere’s attack. The dragonair was certainly strong; Moriarty envied that.

“Well, that was fun,”

The persian looked up to the dragon, returning the smile as he took a sitting position, his legs aching from the deer’s attack.
“You’re quite the battler,” He chuckled lightly, the sound highlighting his aristocratic roots. The feline’s voice alone confirmed that he was from a home of luxury, eloquent and undeniably snobby. Although he’d been slightly hesitant around the female at first, Moriarty was growing to admire Lumiere. She was powerful, physically and mentally – a perfect specimen. He smiled crookedly at her for a moment, before glancing to other pokémon in the vicinity. He’d almost forgotten about the Spanish charizard who’d seemed to be sitting out from the thrill of battle. The persian’s tail flicked impatiently, not wanting to waste time on an arrogant space-filler his eyes returned to the other creature that had demonstrated great ability, Acht. She seemed in a bad way, but Moriarty was stuck on how to approach such a situation. The cat wasn’t good with words, especially when they had to be sympathetic. With a quick inspection of the two infected, Acro and the deer, Moriarty’s attention returned to the dragonair.
“Um... Acht?” He whispered to Lumiere quietly, eyes motioning to the purple dragon. He was hoping she’d pick up on his discomfort at handling the potentially delicate situation.

(OoC: Fuego has to be put in inactive now. Image problems. ;A; See you guys later, I'm gonna rejoin when I have a new image. [Fuego walks away, grumbling in Spanish])

(OoC: Agh!! Sorry guys, please skip me. ;_; Let's say he ran away from the others.)