(ACE) The SKY Team

Thunder and roaring winds bellowed and howled as waves pounded a small, lonely beach relentlessly. The thick blanket of clouds obliterated almost any sunlight, leaving Sky Pillar, in all its majesty, nothing more than a dark ruin. Two figures stood on the beach, cold, wet and stranded, recently recovering from a crash landing.

"I thought you fuckin' knew how to fly, you stupid broad!" the first, a raichu, spat, already shivering against the harsh wind and rain. "You didn't need to prove that you could fly in a fuckin' storm by flying into a goddamn storm!" He stopped for a moment as a stray wave crashed behind them, spraying them relentlessly with salty ocean. "How the fuck are we gonna get outta here, ya fuckin' GENIUS?!"

His companion, a butchy archeops, spun to him, a wide, triumphant grin on her face. "Well, stupid bitches shouldn't fuckin' dare me to fly into fuckin' storms!" the archeops replied with an angry laugh. "What, did you honestly think I'd bitch out and let you win? Hell no, Tubby, that ain't how I roll. You should know that by now!" She laughed again, her victory barely audible over the crack of thunder above them. "You'd think a fat pussy like you could handle being cold and wet!" The raichu smacked the cackling avian, following her to the dilapidated structure before them.

It wasn't far of a walk to get into the temple; it only took a few minutes to reach the ajar decrepit door. Bursting through into the rubble-filled interior, the two were completely oblivious to the hallowed halls they had just desecrated. Ari frowned as she stared up at the broken walls and floors that reached up and up. "Well, this building's pretty high-- maybe we get to the roof or some shit and fuckin' fly over the damn storm." She glanced down at McChu, the fat raichu already scoffing at her idea.

"What, you really think that you can just climb over the fucking storm?" He continued to scoff for a moment, the idea completely ludicrous, hazardous, stupid and just fuckin--"Yeah, I guess that could work, Bitch. You're gonna fly us up there, right?"

"Are you shitting me? My back nearly broke underneath your girth, Fat Ass," Ari quipped back, wandering further in. "Walking could do you a bit of good."

Moving on silent paws, the feline slid over the rocky floor with ease, dancing through the air over structures too tall to merely jump. His ears were perked, tall and alert, matching sonars as his eyes stared straight ahead. Dual wings, perched upon his lower back, fluttered open, flared in preparation for any assault by unfriendlies. The Aiveon's soft blue pelt was pristine, almost too clean and well kept, matching the rest of his demeanor though in reality giving a false sense of passiveness. In reality, the winged feline was far from a stranger to battle, though none of his scars had ever had a chance to mar his lithe form. He had the gifted Rit Zien to thank for that, many of the Kirlia and fellow Eeveelutions phenomenal in their natural healing gifts.

As it was, Castiel took to the air. The small feathered appendages on his wrists and ankles alike steered him, the powerful wingspan at the back of his form carrying him up and beyond with no effort at all. The Aiveon never took the time to properly appreciate his beloved wings, but he could not cope without them. They were to him as a crown were to a king. But Castiel was not in the crumbling structure for no reason; in fact, he very much had a purpose to his seemingly mindless walking. "Samandriel! Samandriel!" he shouted, the feline's deep voice carrying despite his natural tone. The sound was like walking on wet gravel, his most defining feature overall and earning him admirers over his lifetime.

But Castiel, of course, never realised this or even noticed.

The name he called out for was that of his companion, a fellow Angel. The fluffy Umbreon had seemingly vanished out of no where, the pair ending up separated, and Castiel knew all too well what a hostile world the apocalypse was for his brothers and sisters in arms. Finding a lone Angel would mean death if you could not hold your own, something Castiel had been able to do only in short bursts of time. But, much as he would not consciously admit, he was lonely and enjoyed having someone around that could help watch his back. It reminded the Aiveon of his time in the Garrison, the best years of his life, though most of it he actually could not remember due to the will of his higher ups.

Hovering mid air, Castiel began to feel a grim lack of hope. Samandriel cannot survive long on his own. Not known for his skill in battle, but instead his seemingly unconventional decisions, the Umbreon was a valuable ally. It was then that the echo from the rain and thunder was interrupted by booming voices, causing the Aiveon's ears to flick in their direction as his head followed not a heart beat later. They sounded loud but not necessarily hostile. Cautious, Castiel dropped back to the ground and trotted to the edge of the floor from the level of the tower he was at. Glancing down, he saw two colourful figures, one feathered and the other a pudgy mouse. Blinking slowly, Castiel made the decision to confront them before his form vanished, leaving a brief breeze and the sound of feathers.

His Teleport took him right in front of the pair, his form literally materializing out of no where with a mirroring sound of wings and a soft breeze. Glancing back and forth, his intense expression was urgent. "There is no time for introductions: have either of you seen an Angel nearby?" His words were clear cut and blunt, the epitome of seriousness as he lacked the comprehension that they would have on his words.

[ ooc: I HAVE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS MMOENT ]

Ari and McChu weren't in the building for a hot minute before they were greeted with the sight of something white, fluffy and strangely rugged. "AAH, THE SHIT IS THAT?!" McChu screamed when the strange pokemon literally just appeared in front of them, looking as casual as someone who just fucking did that for a living would be. Unhindered by either of their reactions or the fact that normal pokemon just didn't do that, he simply spoke to them, gravelly voice invoking many things in the crass duo.

"There is no time for introductions: have either of you seen an Angel nearby?"

Ari smirked, her grin twisted and full of naughty things. "Yeah, think I'm lookin' at one, Stranger," she purred, taking a few steps to get closer to the strange feathered newcomer. She gave a sort of raunchy chuckle, eyeing him up and down for a moment. "Ever checked out a mirror?" McChu frowned deeply, a sudden horrible taste plaguing his sensitive pallet.

"Gross, Crazy Bitch," he growled, waddling forward. "You mean have we seen any froofy wierdos like you? Fuck no. We just fuckin' GOT here. The fuck is the tie for? You gonna go back to the fuckin' fancy party later? Get the fuck outta here." His crude welcome was not entirely appreciated, as Ari kicked his fat side away.

"Shut your goddamned pie hole, McChu, no one was fuckin' asking you!" Ari hissed beneath her breath, turning back to the stranger with the wide grin replaced. "If you're lookin' for Angels, sweetie, look no further~"

[[I'M NOT SORRY]]

The orange one screamed, causing Castiel to flick one ear to the side before returning to it's usual perked posture. He waited patiently for their responses, but the scaled avian did not entirely come off as helpful. "Yeah, think I'm lookin' at one, Stranger," she told him in an unfamiliar tone. The Aiveon narrowed his eyes, confused. "I am looking for someone else, not myself," he muttered, but the dinosaur made a comment about looking in a mirror, only causing the feline's eyebrows to furrow further. "I know I am and Angel. I am not soul seeking. I am looking for my brother." Castiel could not help but feel that the colourful one would not prove much help, since she seemed so adamant on pointing out his own species instead of helping his cause.

But when the long tailed one spoke, he shot her a dirty look before addressing Castiel. "Maybe you can help my cause?" he prompted, looking expectantly to the electric type. But his response was just as confusing as the first. "You mean have we seen any froofy wierdos like you? Fuck no. We just fuckin' GOT here." The Aiveon half closed his eyes, not used to such crude language. How far the world has fallen since the Golden Days. What a shame. "The fuck is the tie for? You gonna go back to the fuckin' fancy party later? Get the fuck outta here." Castiel narrowed his eyes again, that time in displeasure. "The tie is of sentimental value. There was no party involved. And I will be going no where until I find Samandriel," he responded in a low tone, all lightness gone.

The AIveon grew appreciative of the other one, though, as she violently kicked her companion away. It was one way to deal with unpleasantries, if a bit brash. She hissed at him before turning back to Castiel, her smile pleasant. The Angel in turn relaxed, his expression dropping the hostility. "If you're lookin' for Angels, sweetie, look no further," she told him in that same low but social voice. The Aiveon blinked at her, his face going slack as his expression  dropped all emotion. "You are also an Angel of the Lord? But I do not recognise your species," he muttered to himself. "It is not of importance; have you seen Samandriel? I did not know one of my sisters were here. Were you sent to help look?"

[ ooc: ME NEITHER ]

This guy....

This guy was fuckin' weird.

"I am looking for someone else, not myself."
"I know I am and Angel. I am not soul seeking. I am looking for my brother."
"The tie is of sentimental value. There was no party involved. And I will be going no where until I find Samandriel."

Ari and McChu slowly quieted as they realized each of the stranger's replies was... unorthodox, to say the least. One of McChu's lips curled slightly in confusion and Ari's jaw dropped little by little as the feathered creeper continued speaking. At Ari's last attempt at flirting, the stranger dropped a bomb on the two, seemingly without even realizing it. "You are also an Angel of the Lord? But I do not recognise your species," he grated out, leaving Ari and McChu in a silent confused stupor. "It is not of importance; have you seen Samandriel? I did not know one of my sisters were here. Were you sent to help look?"

There was a moment of silence as the two stared at him, only broken by McChu's poorly stifled snickering. He received another kick from Ari, but it did nothing to quell his laughter; he simply rolled away, chortling and chuckling. The kind of fucked up family does this weirdo have if he thinks I'm his sister? she queried inwardly, but regained her composure. Maybe the guy just hit his head. A lot. Maybe he was just really fuckin' dumb. She could handle dumb. Hell, concussions were easy, too. She gave out a light chuckle herself to help clear the air.

"Eh, no, no, I'm not a-- wait, did you say of the Lord?" Her eyes widened as she realized that she just stepped into a whole stinking PILE of crazy. McChu's laughter reached a pinnacle of volume, adamantly refusing to be restrained. Kicking herself for not seeing the red flags a mile away, she took a step back. "You're saying... you're an Angel... of the... the Lord. And so is the... Sammy-drell chi-- dude you're looking for?" She took another look at him, up and down, ignoring McChu's raucous guffaws behind her. Well, she hadn't had an evangelist before, and with only McChu around, now was not the time to be picky. Besides, maybe he was only a little delusional-- nothing harmful. Play her cards right, she could still get a little action in.

Eh, fuck it. Why the hell not? Maybe there could be some weird kinky religious thing we could have. You only live once, girl. Shrugging slightly to herself, she put her game face back on; if she did help find his brother, he would be eternally grateful. Nyeheheheheheh.... "Eh, sure. I'll help out-- it's not like we've got anything better to do. What's your brother look like? Like..." She gestured toward the stranger with a taloned wing. "...you? I'm Ari, by the way, and Fat Ass is over there, laughing it up." She gestured behind her; McChu, hearing his nickname, perked, drying the tears from his laughter.

"Eh hehehehe... Fuck you, Crazy Bitch... Aaahahahaha..." He slowly picked himself up from the floor, barely recovered from the extraordinary amount of laughing he'd just done. "So we're leaving McGruff behind here, right? Hey, buddy, a 1990's gay bar called-- they want their tie back. Ho, man... let's go, Ari. Hooo...." He began walking away, unaware that his female companion was not following.

Both of them stared at him with such blatant shock, the Aiveon almost felt concern. Mortals all reacted in different ways, though maybe the feathered female just had not expected to see another Angel nearby? She was clearly not sent by anyone to aid him or Samandriel. Though it immediately became clear that, the Raichu at least, was not one of his siblings. The rat laughed, loudly as he rolled away. Castiel made the decision to ignore him. "Is he always this odd?" he asked, concerned.

The female fought for words, stammering as she seemed to have trouble finding words. "Eh, no, no, I'm not a-- wait, did you say of the Lord?" The Aiveon realised his mistake then, blinking. "Oh. You clearly do not know of us, of course you're not one of my sisters. This was my mistake, forgive me for the confusion."
"You're saying... you're an Angel... of the... the Lord. And so is the... Sammy-drell chi-- dude you're looking for?" Castiel nodded, serious once more. "Yes. My name is Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord, as is Samandriel."

That seemed, at least to the Aiveon, to be the only response that made sense to her. She shrugged as she spoke again, offering to help in his cause after all. "Thank you, my brethren will be in your debt."
She gestured to him then as she asked, "What's your brother look like? Like... you? I'm Ari, by the way, and Fat Ass is over there, laughing it up." Castiel was caught off guard, tilting his head to one side. His... why would someone's name be Fat Ass? He blinked. I do not understand. But he had much more pressing matters other than Fat Ass' name. Ari, as she called herself, would prove vital in locating the lost Angel. "Ari. No, Samandriel is not an Aiveon nor does he have a tie. His vessel is an Umbreon, fur more grey and blue eyes."

Fat Ass seemed to have responded to his name, cursing Ari-- and calling her Crazy Bitch?-- as he rejoined them. The silence was golden, the Aiveon having been distracted by the annoying laughter, but the Raichu spoke once more before turning and walking away. Castiel frowned. "Is Fat Ass always this confusing?" he asked Ari in a dead serious tone.

"Seven days of Saturday is all that I need~" The demon merrily skipped along the path, kicking away dead bodies and sliding along the patches of blood where the body used to be. "Got no use for Sunday 'cause I don't rest in peace!" He sang, spinning as he snapped a twig off a tree and sung into it like a microphone. I don't need no Monday or the rest of the week~" He hummed the next few words as he couldn't remember them, before he kept singing.

"I won't lie to you, I'm never gonna cry to you." He sang, throwing the twig away and holding his arms up to the sky, giving the clouds a wicked grin. "I'll probably drive you wild 8 days a week!" He sang out, extending the 'ee'. He spun around again, his cloak billowing out around him. "Until I'm 6 feet under, baby I don't need a bed.  Gonna live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead!" He sang out louder, spooking some undead pidgeys into flight. "Till they roll me over and lay my bones to rest. Gonna live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead!" He sang out the last words loud and clear, not caring if others heard him. He spun on his heel turning a corner to see an odd sight.

"Eh, no, no, I'm not a-- wait, did you say of the Lord?" Oh, this sounded intriguing. "Oh. You clearly do not know of us, of course you're not one of my sisters. This was my mistake, forgive me for the confusion." Wait, the Lord? Crowley almost laughed. This guy was not even good for a Hellhound! "You're saying... you're an Angel... of the... the Lord. And so is the... Sammy-drell chi-- dude you're looking for?"

Well. That explains it.

Crowley held his mouth open, pointed teeth on show, before he gained his composure, watching the Aiveon with a smirk. Oh this was gonna be fun. "Yes. My name is Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord, as is Samandriel." Castiel? Yeah, that sounded like an Angel's name. He zoned out of the conversation,  focusing on the 'Angel'. The looked like the eeveelution of choice, Aiveon, but they were colored differently. With a wide grin, Crowley prepared a Teleport. "Is Fat Ass always this confusing?"

He teleported in, slinging an arm around the Aiveon's shoulders and with a wicked grin, he waved to the other two. "Ah, so you're the little feathered dicks my people have been talking about. Pleased to meet you - Castiel was it? Such a nice evening don't you think?" He said, gesturing to the setting sun. "Shame it's marred by an Angel's appearance. You can never seem to get your filthy noses out of where they don't belong."

As the storm raged on, opening a cloud above, a soaked pup shivered. His small body was pressed into a crevice, rocks offering no shelter in the rain. Jed spared a glance outward. His brown eyes lit up with a flash of lightning.

"EEEP!" Jed cried, flinching away from the violent weather. There has to be a better place to stay dry than here... He thought to himself.
Looking around once more, the pup's ears flicked up as he saw something. There was a break in the base of the tower. A way inside!
Jed took his chance. Shooting out from under the rocks and making a beeline for the cave inside. His chubby paws held sand against the damp fur, causing him to look even dirtier than he had before. Upon finding shelter from the storm, he was indeed covered in dirt. I need a bath! ...I'm a dog and I just thought that.

Jed finally looked around inside, but his dark eyes very quickly took in the group before him. There were many. So many colors! But Jed's heart skipped a beat as a raichu was walking straight for him. "S-sorry to be in your way, sir," he stammered out.
Scrambling to the side, the Growlthe stared at the group.

(Hello, hello! We hope this is well enough. We were so nervous to be joining you all!)

Not a moment seemed to pass when a voice spoke. The Aiveon whipped his head around, eyes wide with alarm, only to be stopped when the creature tossed a casual forearm around his neck like he belonged there. "Ah, so you're the little feathered dicks my people have been talking about. Pleased to meet you." What? Castiel's mind was already racing to catch up on the entirely unexpected turn of events, but the Gengar's words only confused him further. Gengar. Very common line for Evil. Is this a Demon? Storm coloured eyes narrowed, contemplating but still uncertain as he glared at the ghost. "Who are you?" Castiel demanded in a curt tone, ignoring the Gengar's advances. But he chose to ignore the Angel instead.

"Castiel was it? Such a nice evening don't you think?" the Gengar added in a pleasant tone, but his words revealed his whereabouts for the last few minutes. "You've been spying on us," he growled, the hostility plain in his tone then. The Aiveon's claws slid out, scraping quietly on the stone floor, and his ears slowly laid down in an aggressive backwards position. "Shame it's marred by an Angel's appearance. You can never seem to get your filthy noses out of where they don't belong." That was the last straw.

"Demon!" Castiel snarled, whirling around midair and putting several feet between him and the Ghost. "How dare you mock our title! Give me one reason why I shouldn't exorcise you here and now!" Behind him, the pair of massive wings poised up, flared out to appear much larger. The appendages formed the shape of a massive M behind the Angel as his head lowered, teeth bared.

Samandriel ran across stone floors, the sound of thunder and the enraged abominations chasing him echoing throughout the ancient pillar. He had been foolish, absolutely foolish in becoming separated from his brother Castiel-but the Aiveon had simply disappeared, even though he'd only looked away for a second. Samandriel knew his brother was more than capable of fighting off the creatures, something his own vessel couldn't do, but the Aiveon was nowhere in sight.
"Castiel!" Samandriel shouted, his usually quiet voice amplified in the tower's halls.

The abominations still gave chase, and his vessel's fragile heart was pounding with adrenaline, but Samandriel focused on something else; a voice, one that was very familiar. He pushed forward, turning a corner to find an odd yet welcome sight; his brother Castiel among a small group of strangers.
"Castiel!" Samandriel shouted again, paying no mind to the others with him.

(OoC: I'm so bad at first posts eurgh
Undead Pokemon chasing him can be any species btw)

The Angel tensed and seemed to be thinking. "Who are you?" Crowley let out a laugh, giving Castiel another toothy grin.  "You've been spying on us," He shrugged. "Spying is such an ugly word. I prefer the term invisibly listening." He said, shrugging off the hostile tone. As he was about to continue talking, Castiel spun out of his embrace, snarling. "Demon!"

Crowley clapped slowly a few times, taking great delight in the Angel's snarling hatred. "How dare you mock our title! Give me one reason why I shouldn't exorcise you here and now!" Crowley feigned hurt and dramatically clutched his chest where his heart would of been. "Ah, and you just keep cutting me down. Such a cruel world." He gasped, lifting a hand to his forehead and exaggerating a dismayed face.

A young growlithe walked in on the scene, and Crowley hatched a plan. "Ah, but here comes a savior! A flaming knight in shining armor!" He said, dramatically raising his arms as the Growlithe bumped into the Raichu, stuttering out a few words. "S-sorry to be in your way, sir," The demon let his arms fall as he let out a disappointed sigh. "... Or not."

"Castiel!" Crowley grinned at the Aiveon. "Seems someone is awaiting our dear Angel." He said, motioning to the incoming Umbreon. Then a sudden thought came to mind. "Ah that's right, you asked my name earlier." He said, gesturing to Castiel with a bow. "My name is Crowley, and you sir, are a dick. With wings." He said, gesturing to the Aiveon's wings. "As for the not exorcising me, I don't think my colleges would be happy with you exorcising the King of Hell." He said with a smirk. "Plus, I could be useful."

Jed gave a shaky but apologetic nod to the raichu before scurrying around the taller Pokemon. Upon rounding him, though, Jed realised he was being pointed to. "... Or not."
A gengar's expression fell, disappointed, and the look in his eyes caused Jed's heart to spasm in panic. What have I done wrong?! Releasing a soft whimper, the growlithe sits where he stood, pressing his scrawny body to the floor in an attempt to be smaller.

"Castiel!" "Seems someone is awaiting our dear Angel." The conversation continued with no interruption. Jed had already been forgotten.
"Ah that's right, you asked my name earlier. My name is Crowley, and you sir, are a dick. With wings." This very much confused Jed.
"As for the not exorcising me, I don't think my colleges would be happy with you exorcising the King of Hell." "King of Hell?" He squeaked in fear.

Though the strange fluffy feathered thing was a bit strange and confusing, his dead-pan attitude was quickly growing on Ari, like some sort of stale, eternally confused moss. "Ari. No, Samandriel is not an Aiveon nor does he have a tie. His vessel is an Umbreon, fur more grey and blue eyes." Huh. Well, that should be fairly easy to spot in a pitch-black tower.

But when McChu made his terrible joke -a "call" joke? Seriously? Hey Fat Ass, 1987 called; they want their humor back- and began to waddle away, Castiel sat with her, still perpetually perplexed. "Is Fat Ass always this confusing?"

Ari grinned at the question; she couldn't help but swoon a little when those two words, "fat ass" came out of Castiel's chiseled mouth and chiseled voice. Hilarious. And very attractive. Yes. She'd have to get him to say things more often. "Eh, you get used to it," she replied with a shrug. But their calm moment was soon to be interrupted by a shitstorm... like there wasn't enough of that outside.

Very suddenly, there was a gengar with his arm wrapped around Castiel's shoulder. Ari didn't even have time to curse before the coat-earing douchebag started sweet-talking the man. HER man. "Ah, so you're the little feathered dicks my people have been talking about. Pleased to meet you - Castiel was it? Such a nice evening don't you think?" he began, gesturing to the raging storm outside. "Shame it's marred by an Angel's appearance. You can never seem to get your filthy noses out of where they don't belong."

Ari snarled, ready to defend her new buddy. No doucher was going to talk to her gravel-voice stud like that and still have teeth!"Hey, Asshole, no one invited you here. You can just fuck right the hell off into that ocean if you've got a pro--"

"Demon!" Castiel interrupted, whirling around and putting several feet between himself and the shitty ghost. Ari was a little shocked, but it looked like Cas could take care of himself? Maybe? "How dare you mock our title! Give me one reason why I shouldn't exorcise you here and now!" Staring at one, then the other, she felt the red flags suddenly flaring back up.
"Ah, and you just keep cutting me down. Such a cruel world." He gasped, lifting a hand to his forehead and exaggerating a dismayed face.

A young growlithe walked in on the scene, and Crowley hatched a plan. "Ah, but here comes a savior! A flaming knight in shining armor!" He said, dramatically raising his arms as the Growlithe bumped into Fat Ass, who seemed just as stunned into silence as she was. "S-sorry to be in your way, sir," The gengar's arms fell back to his sides as McChu and Ari shared a very concerned glance to each other. What the literal fuck was happening? "... Or not."

"Castiel!" A shout from afar alerted everyone, which only told Ari that it looked like Sexy just found his little brother. Good? At this point, she wasn't all sure. IT WAS HAPPENING TOO FAST. "Seems someone is awaiting our dear Angel," the gengar mocked, a coy grin upon his dumb fat face. It looked like something occurred to him, though. "Ah that's right, you asked my name earlier." he continued, and Ari soon got the feeling that this asshole was as giant as he was because he was just full of hot air. "My name is Crowley, and you sir, are a dick. With wings." Ari scoffed loudly. "As for the not exorcising me, I don't think my colleagues would be happy with you exorcising the King of Hell." the "subtle" threat only made Ari quirk a brow. "Plus, I could be useful." The growlithe nearby nearly shat himself. "King of Hell?"

Ok. Yeah. This was stopping. Now.

Ari stepped forward, glaring at this "Crowley". She looked him up and down, curling her lip at the ghost. "Hey. Tubby. No one likes you. No one invited you. Or your 'colleagues'. No one cares. You're not the 'King of Hell'-- that shit doesn't even exist. You back up off my man Cas here, or I'm smashing that fucking cocky grin into the back of your eyes. Or is that shit-kicker coat blocking your fucking ears?" she snarled dangerously, circling the ghost.

"You wanna 'be useful'? Fuck off."

McChu, who was content to simply watch the shit storm, thought it might be a better idea to find out what all the noise was coming from. Waddling up to Weirdo, he tapped the feathered shoulder, then grumbled, "Ari's got this, dude. She can handle some douche in a trench. Sounds like there's a fight over there, though-- you even got your name called." He gave the eeveelution a smug grin. "Let's go fuck some shit up, Creeper."

Splat!

The Ariados's limbs twitch pathetically in the dripping mess of its crushed body. After a pauses of a couple of seconds the body is set on fire by a flicker of eerie blue flame.
"Really my dear?" The Aiveon sighs as he lands lightly next to the flickering dark shape of the Phanteon.
"Yes, angel?" The sunglasses wearing ghost type licks casually at his paws as if he hadn't just set an already dead spider on fire for no reason other than he liked setting things on fire.
"Was that really necessary?"
The Phanteon does not say a thing as he fastidiously tidies up his purple fur. He's got to look good.
The flying type looks over the ledge to the massive drop at the end of which the crushed body of the undead spider he has just Sky Dropped is now starting to burn. Despite being broken in half from the fall its legs continue to scrabble in the air.
The ghost type starts to hum. At first the Flying Type thinks it may be a funeral dirge for the departed insect, so heinously struck down by the purple rot of undeath.
"Dum, dum, dum, dum, Another one bites the dust." the ghost type sings out loud.
"Really Crawly?"
"Come on, have a little fun angel." The ghost type nudges him and the Aiveon turns away from the still twitching corpse. A rank smelling smoke is starting to billow from the spider's burning body.
"Crawly...do you ever wonder...if this was really part of the Plan?"
"The Ineffable Plan?" Crawly asks, rising from a lax lying position to pad beside the flying type.
"That one."
"It has to be." The Ghost says gloomily and twitches his billowing tail. "Everything is."
"I wish it wasn't." The Aiveon sighs quietly.
Crushing the urge to make a sarcastic remark Crawly licks the Aiveon's furry cheek.
"Come on angel. That's your good deed for the day done. I suppose. I have to kick a puppy or something to maintain my minimum callousness quota." He grins, striding confidently away from the hole in the ground where they had dumped the undead spider.

The end of the world wasn't quite what he expected. He would thought there'd be more fire and that bloody great whale thing, where was that? He hadn't even run into the horsemen yet. They should be riding the skies but then again his boundless cynicism pulled up that they probably were but in a more interesting part of the end of the world getting fire to skyscrapers while laughing like saturday morning cartoon villains.
Bastards.
"And another one gone, and another one gone. Another one bites the dust." Crawly mutters under his breath. "Hey, I'm gonna get you, too. Another one bites the dust."
Unlike Aziraphale who was apparently obliged to care about anything larger than a speck of dust it was hard for him to feel sorry for what, no tiptoeing around it, were zombies. There was nothing morally reprehensible about killing the already dead which rather took the appeal out of murdering them. He had to resort to such cheap tricks as setting the bodies on fire afterwards to try and justify it as evil (which is something he felt should be attached to murder) rather than altruistic towards whatever poor souls were still left running around in the pale belief that they weren't being fucked over the altar of life. He still found it darkly amusing that some still believed angels would take time off from being insufferable bell-ends to airlift citizens to safety instead of dispensing some 'heavenly mercy' to which the term Ground Zero is appropriate. This is one thing that makes the Phanteon feel gloomy. He was supposed to be a demon and it wouldn't be a stretch to call this Hell on Earth but with fewer demons swanning around being dicks but he hardly felt like he's won. Between Heaven's crippling boringness and Hell's dangerous and brief moments of excitement he much preferred having the option to bugger off and hang out with humans.
"Are you happy, are you satisfied? How long can you stand the heat?" He hums tersely to himself as he something moving ahead.

"Crawly!" The Aiveon hisses as the Phanteon freezes in front of his. Turning he follows the ghost type's line of sight to a small gathering of pokemon ahead. Tucked into a little alcove in the tower they are hidden from sight but have a clear enough view of the ground below. An Archeops and Raichu whose harsh voices echo up with curses, a shivering pup of a Growlithe the Aiveon's heart immediately goes out to, an ominous Gengar in a cloak and another Pokemon he recognizes. Little Castiel all grown up!
Aziraphale beats his wings in excitement, shattering a few loose feathers in the process.
Another angel!
"We need to leave. Now." Crawly says, trying to move his mouth as little as possible.
"Why?' the angel asks in an equally hushed whisper. His ears droop to try and hide himself and he resumes sticking out like a big duck in a small bathtub.
"That's the King of Hell down there Aziraphale! I'm not even a local Councillor. I'm the guy who stands outside of bus stops handing out pamphlets on sightseeing tours!" The Phanteon hisses. Behind his dark glasses his pupils are razor thin lines of panic scored down his golden eyes. "We need to get out of here right now!""
A thud echoes up from behind him and the Phanteon turns invisible for a moment as he jumps straight up in the air.
"Castiel!"
A dart of black fur shoots past them to the group. Samandriel!
"Castiel!"
Aziraphale quickly turns and flutters his wings as he sees a massive purple tainted shape plodding towards him. Its bright red eyes gleam in the darkness, set in a dark clay head rotating to fix on them as it raises stubby arms that were the ancient equivalent of the machine gun.
"Aziraphale...Aziraphale don't." The Phanteon whispers with eyes wide but the Aiveon has already made his decision and leaps into the fray.
"For Arce-Gira-For someone's sake!" He cries before leaping in along side the angel. He summons up a flare of headache inducing lights to confuse his foe before adding on some strength to the Aiveon's attack before the stubby arm knocks him out into the light and into a puffy pile of feathers he hoped was Aziraphale before he founds himself having to disentangle his limbs from a navy blue tie.
"Asssiraphale!"
The Ghost Type hisses in his panic, exposing his sharp teeth. His glasses dangle loose with one wing still tucked behind his ear and his golden snake eyes on clear display.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Ah, and you just keep cutting me down. Such a cruel world." The Aiveon did not relax his posture. "I will exorcise you here and now!" he snapped. The Gengar was oozing everything that screamed Demon. The way the disgusting creature stood, his smirk. It made the Angel sick. "Ah, but here comes a savior! A flaming knight in shining armor!" the Demon crowed, earning a confused look from the Aiveon. He glanced behind him only to see a small, timid looking Growlithe. When the pup stammered an apology, though, the Gengar's smile faltered. "... Or not." Castiel turns back to the ghost, his expression unwavering. "What does the pup have to do with anything?" he demanded. But their exchange was interrupted by the cry of his name:"Castiel!"
Samandriel!

"Seems someone is awaiting our dear Angel," the Demon added. Castiel snapped back, "Be silent or I will stuff that infected down your filthy gullet." Turning to leave the conversation, the Gengar introduced himself as Crowly. "As for the not exorcising me, I don't think my colleagues would be happy with you exorcising the King of Hell. Plus, I could be useful." THe Aiveon faced the Gengar again, his vessel's legs stiff with anger. "Status means nothing. A Demon is a Demon. I will deal with you later." But it seemed that his threat was unnecessary. Ari proved a true ally, the avian sticking her fanged face right in Crowley's. "Hey. Tubby. No one likes you. No one invited you. Or your 'colleagues'. No one cares. You're not the 'King of Hell'-- that shit doesn't even exist. You back up off my man Cas here, or I'm smashing that fucking cocky grin into the back of your eyes. Or is that shit-kicker coat blocking your fucking ears?" While much of her words did not make sense to Castiel, it was clear she was threatening the Demon and that was all he needed at that moment. "You wanna 'be useful'? Fuck off."

In the middle of the confrontation, he had almost forgotten that his brother was in danger. Fat Ass was suddenly beside him, tapping the feathered cat t get his attention. "Ari's got this, dude. She can handle some douche in a trench. Sounds like there's a fight over there, though-- you even got your name called." Castiel nodded, his expression serious. "You are right." He crouched, spreading his wings as the Raichu added, "Let's go fuck some shit up, Creeper." The Aiveon tilted his head to one side, but assumed this meant he had two allies. He would need all he could get in the wars against the Demons. "By my wing!"

Castiel leaped into the air, his vessel naturally twisting as he gained altitude. His oversized wings beat furiously as he rapidly whipped around, diving in the direction he heard Samandriel's cry. "Samandriel!" he yelled in response. There! He saw the Angel's Umbreon vessel, running straight towards the group. Behind him a Claydol was gaining. Castiel tensed, letting his wings prepare to jolt him forward. His body glowed silver as he got ready to rip through the air with an Aerial ace. But just as he shot forward, another appeared, having the same appearance as his own vessel. The Aiveon tried to halt mid attack, but he was unable to rid of the already gained momentum. Forced to swerve violently to the side in order to avoid hitting the other Aiveon, Castiel his the ground with a grunt. His legs slammed into the ground, absorbing the impact as they prickled with pain in the seconds that followed. But as he straightened up, he was slammed into. Rolling head over wings, the Aiveon dug his claws in the ground, finally getting his footing.

He found himself staring at a Phanteon, a species he knew well. Castiel's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as he took in the common Demon species. The other Eeveelution gaped at him in horror, revealing slit pupiled eyes and a serpentine tongue as he howled in panic, "Asssiraphale!" But Castiel slowly brought himself to his feet, his limbs still buzzing fro the harsh impact though he did not falter. His storm blue eyes absorbed the terror of the Phanteon. ...A Demon. There was no other way to explain his fear. "I will deal with you later," he growled as parting words before turning his back and trotting away. There was no fear in removing his eyes from the potential Demon- he was clearly too scared to try anything. Upon reaching the Umbreon, though, Castiel's face softened with relief. "Brother, I was looking for you. Is your vessel injured?" he prompted, looking over Samandriel's fur. His curious gaze flickered to the mirror image of his own vessel, though. THere is something familiar... Did the Demon call him Asssiraphale? ... Aziraphale? Suddenly Castiel's eyes widened with shock and wonder. "You're one of our brothers! Asiraphale! I almost did not remember you!" The Aiveon bounded forward giving a respectful nod to the other Angel. He grinned wide. "It is I, Castiel, and this is Samandriel."


He had no idea how he had even gotten there. "What iis this place?" the Luxio snapped to himself. It was wet, it was cold, outside he could hear the booming of thunder and the crackling of lightning. Cold Stare trotted forward, his expression furious. As is characteristic of the lion, his ears were flat against his head, his fur spiked up in agitation. His eyes were narrowed to lines of ice, flickering to and fro as he took in his location. He had been there for a short time, surely could not have been more that a day, but food was not exactly easy for the Luxio to come by. As his thoughts were wondering, suddenly he froze. Flicking one ear back, Cold Stare whipped around as he picked up the sound of foot steps. Before him was what was once an Ariados, the putrid spider slowly crawling off of the wall where it came from. The Luxio stiffened, the scent of rot assaulting his nose. Never will I get used to that. He growled a challenge and the spider hissed in response.

As it shot forward with shocking speed, Cold Stare rolled to the side. As the undead whirled around and leaped at him, the feline caught it with his paws and clawed it's stomach even as it snapped greedy pinchers at his face. Managing to throw the thing off, he jumped to his paws and shot forward. His mouth shone with flames as he pit it's neck with a Fire fang. Melting through it's skin and decapitating it, the undead fell to the ground, unmoving. Cold Stare spat out the chunk of exoskeleton that had lodged in his mouth. Foul. He sighed, cleaning himself up after the fight. The undead were piling up. He had held his own thus far, but he really could not last forever in the structure. "Where aam I?" he asked himself quietly, his tone hard with frustration.

But he heard voices then, and the Luxio perked up, his ears swerving towards the source. His eyes widened. Could he truly be that lucky? Getting to his paws, Cold Stare trotted towards the shouts. He silently hoped it would not be another fight... but as he rounded a corner, he saw an Eeveelution party, as well as a number of other Pokemon. His ears immediately flattened. Oh how uncomfortable large groups made him. His mouth was suddenly too dry to talk, but he forced himself to croak out a response as he approached slowly. "...You all frieendly?" he asked cautiously, his Boston accent thick despite his trying to hide it down. Swallowing, he slowly walked closer, his cold eyes flickering between the closer Pokemon to him, a pair of Aiveon, a Phanteon, and an Umbreon. "I don't meean any harm," he added quickly, though his tone was harsher than intended. "The name's Cold Staare."

[ ooc: okay so i am trying to make his accent more obvious with certain a's, i's, and e's drawn out. If anyone has an issue, let me know and I'll try something else. *^* ]

"Samandriel!" the Aiveon shouted back, and Samandriel looked up to see his brother in the air, glowing silver right before he dived down to strike at the pursuing Claydol with an attack Samandriel had seen before. But while it seemed things would work out perfect for a moment, someone else jumped into the fray; the entire situation dissolved into a mess of confusion. More newcomers? And what of Castiel? Samandriel slid to a stop, his paws scraping against the floor, the momentum and sudden stop leaving his vessel momentarily dizzy.

He gathered his vessel's jumbled senses and turned to face the scene before him, taking note of the two newest arrivals-another Aiveon and a Phanteon. That was...unusual. Samandriel had no time to make sense of the strange combination before Castiel walked up to him, looking no worse for wear. He was glad to see his brother, especially after what had just happened. "Brother, I was looking for you. Is your vessel injured? Castiel inquired. Samandriel shook his head; his vessel was exhausted but had not suffered any injury. He was thankful for small blessings.

"I am unharmed, Castiel," Samandriel responded, but the Aiveon's attention had shifted to the other of his kind, the one with the Phanteon. While having another Aiveon was certainly interesting, Samandriel wondered why Castiel was so particularly focused on this one. Was it another Angel, one Castiel recognized and he didn't?

"You're one of our brothers! Asiraphale! I almost did not remember you!" Castiel suddenly said, leaping forward to greet the fellow Angel. But Samandriel hung back, unsure of whether to follow his brother or not. Aziraphale? He knew that name, and tried to recall everything he knew involving that particular angel. Aziraphale...wait.
 "It is I, Castiel, and this is Samandriel."
He knew why the name was so familar now.

Samandriel too went towards Aziraphale-but instead of the smile that Castiel had, Samandriel's expression held nothing but anger. He planted himself between his brother and the...traitor, glaring at Aziraphale. Castiel may not have remembered who he was, but Samandriel's memory was far better off; he would not be fooled by one that had turned his back on his brothers and sisters.
"He is not one of us," Samandriel stated firmly, "Aziraphale is a traitor." Samandriel faced Castiel, knowing he would understand. He had to understand that they should not be around those that had betrayed everything they stood for; Aziraphale's presence could not be tolerated. It was for the good of every Pokemon here, Samandriel was certain.
"You may not remember him, Castiel, but you must believe me," Samandriel said to his brother. "Keeping him or the Demon around would be a grave mistake."

Well, his title had hit odd reactions with everyone, but damn, the pup was adorable when it practically shat itself. "King of Hell?" Crowley grinned, before looking back up at Castiel with a toothy smile. "What does the pup have to do with anything?" Crowley rolled hs eyes. "Drama is lost on you dicks, isn't it?" He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Be silent or I will stuff that infected down your filthy gullet." Crowley blinked. "Oooh, kinky." He snickered, before he was approached by the freaky bird."Hey. Tubby. No one likes you. No one invited you. Or your 'colleagues'. No one cares. You're not the 'King of Hell'-- that shit doesn't even exist. You back up off my man Cas here, or I'm smashing that fucking cocky grin into the back of your eyes. Or is that shit-kicker coat blocking your fucking ears?" Crowley was unfazed. He had been threatened countless amounts of times.

"Just because someone can't take a little flirting. A little bit too possessive are we? I doubt feather dick over there will even attempt to comprehend your advances, so I suggest you drop the smooth talk. These airheads are more oblivious than a damn rock." He said with a roll of his eyes. "You wanna 'be useful'? Fuck off." Crowley scoffed. "Pleeeeease, you're just too caught up in swooning over the Aiveon that you don't realize how much of an asset I can be to a group." He added, looking over to where a new couple of pokemon had arrived at the scene. An Aiveon and Phanteon, no less. "See that?" He asked, jerking a stubbly clawed thumb at the two Aiveon, Phanteon and the Umbreon "Look at that, he's already forgotten you. I doubt you'll get far with that feather-brain."

"Asssiraphale!" The hiss made Crowley blink. He knew that name. It was popularly whispered throughout the demons he had met with. He looked back at the hostile Archeops. "It has been a nice chat though m'dear. I'm gonna head over there for a moment. Word of advice, I suggest you be more upright with hitting on dear Castiel." He said with a sly grin, before walking over to the other group.

"Keeping him or the Demon around would be a grave mistake." Crowley sauntered up, hands crossed as he stopped to sweep his eyes over the newcomer. "Well, well, well. This is an interesting turn of events. At least I'm not the only one here now." He quipped, looking over the Phanteon with a scowl. "I know you. Never quite got your name, but I know you. Not the best in Hell's books are we now?" Crowley said with a growl, narrowing his eyes and glaring at the Phanteon. "So then what are you doing here?"

The archeops jumped to his defense, it seemed. As she said such nasty things to Crowley, Jed cringed. What language. Does she kiss her mother with that mouth?
"...You all frieendly?" yet another new voice. Jed stood up, his floppy ears perked forward as the black luxio walked out of nowhere. Wow! His voice sounds so weird! The Growlithe's tail wagged behind him.
"I don't meean any harm; the name's Cold Staare." Jed walked in Cold Stare's direction, since everyone was busy, he figured he might be able to get along with the new comer. "H-hello there, sir. My name is Jed. I am friendly, but I am...not sure about the rest of the group." He glanced behind him, at the two groups of arguing Pokemon.

"Samandriel! Brother, I was looking for you. Is your vessel injured? "I am unharmed, Castiel,"
The Aiveon smiles, glad to see there were only minimal damage to the Umbreon. Getting a new vessel was like getting a pen from a particularly bloody minded stationary company. They always wanted to know what you did with the old one. Most of time you could be tempted to cozy up with an existing host during the wait; not that he had ever seen it happened. Crawly said he had though.
"You're one of our brothers! Asiraphale! I almost did not remember you! It is I, Castiel, and this is Samandriel."
The Aiveon smiles.
"Ah it has been such a long time since I was back home. You've grown so big!" He says with good cheer, mentally bracing himself. The younger ones, the younger ones were often less judgmental. They had their own important tasks to do and got so caught up in it. No time to smell the flowers.
"He is not one of us," The Umbreon hisses, causing Aziraphale's smile to wilt and him to brace himself against the soil. There it was. There are always consequences.  "Aziraphale is a traitor. You may not remember him, Castiel, but you must believe me. Keeping him or the Demon around would be a grave mistake."
"Really my dear?" The Aiveon sighs.
"Angels are horrible ones for the infighting aren't they? I'm sure you remember how that ends..." Crawly says snidely and snickers. Aziraphale can hear him pointedly NOT referring to Angels as inflexible bigots, mostly because he'd have to agree.
Aziraphale whisks him with his tail, causing a few loose feathers to fall out. He never seemed to have the time to properly groom his feathers and he is just now starting to regret it. It is really impossible for him to look intimidating.
He draws himself up to his full height and attempts to stare down the Dark Type.
"I am still the Angel of the Eastern Gate. Samandriel, look around. This is the end of days and there's plenty of Apocalypse to go around. I will ride the skies ... but... not... yet."

The Gengar sauntered up with hands crossed. He stopped to sweep his eyes over the Phanteon. Feeling self-conscious of his serpentine golden eyes he straightens up his dark glasses until his unusual eyes are once again hidden.
"Well, well, well. This is an interesting turn of events. At least I'm not the only one here now." The hostile ghost's tombstone teeth twisted into a scowl. "I know you. Never quite got your name, but I know you. Not the best in Hell's books are we now?" Crowley growled, narrowing his red eyes and glaring at the Phanteon."So then what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum. I haven't found any bubblegum yet. As for names Serpent of Eden will do. Or Tempter. That's what they tend to call me." He flicks his gaseous tail towards the Angels. There's really no need to be getting into real names here but Aziraphale is going to bring it up anyway. Not that his real name could be said aloud. If he did it would appear as a flaming sigil etched in the air. Yet another one of the tenants of his angelic code of honor he couldn't be persuaded to drop. It was a small price to pay for him to agree to the little scoring system Crawly was so proud of. Little acts of god, little acts of evil; as long as they balanced out in the end nothing Celestial or Infernal could give a...frick. You never knew who was listing.
"In case you were wondering..." He addresses the rest of the group. "Me and Az are defectors from this lot's war on the grounds that its stupid. That puts us on both Heaven and Hell's Shit List."
"I believe the term is Hit List." Aziraphale politely attempts to correct him.
"Whatever angel. Just setting the record as straight as I can for a tricksy demon of lies."
It was a hell of a risk making such a bold declaration to The King of Hell. Aziraphale had once mentioned to him he thought Demons would be right alongside the idea of disobedience. His gloomy reply was that they were, in other people. He was in Hell's bad books anyway. Not that Hell had any other kind. It was almost relief to be facing this with so little. If he had a weapon he could fool himself into thinking he had a chance...
Now his veins were on fire and he was living on a prayer and he had no-one to pray to.

(I'm really really sorry, but skip me please.)

Crowley watched with a cocked eyebrow as they bickered among themselves. "Angels are horrible ones for the infighting aren't they? I'm sure you remember how that ends..." Crowley snickered. "Oh yes, can't seem to get their heads around simply being respectful to each other." He said, passing Castiel a glare. "I am still the Angel of the Eastern Gate. Samandriel, look around. This is the end of days and there's plenty of Apocalypse to go around. I will ride the skies ... but... not... yet." Not yet? Crowley frowned. Angel of the Eastern Gate? Crowley scowled some more. God this was giving him a headache. "I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum. I haven't found any bubblegum yet. As for names Serpent of Eden will do. Or Tempter. That's what they tend to call me." The Phanteon motioned to the Angels. The Serpent eh? Crowley growled. So this was the demon that got into the Garden? Crowley's toothy grin soon found it's way back onto his face.

"In case you were wondering..." Oh great, now what? Crowley narrowed his eyes. "Me and Az are defectors from this lot's war on the grounds that its stupid. That puts us on both Heaven and Hell's Shit List." Crowley grinned. "Well then, that is a turn of events, isn't it." He said, grinning to himself. "I believe the term is Hit List." Well, that was the proper term, but Shit List was much better. "Whatever angel. Just setting the record as straight as I can for a tricksy demon of lies." Crowley's eyes narrowed. So, this Serpent wanted it's head cut off. His claws twitched but he said nothing. He shrugged the bold statement off, but his eyes narrowed and the red shined with an underlying threat that was free for anyone to decipher.

Crowley let his unspoken threat lie with him and The Serpent, before he flicked his gaze over to Castiel. "Cas - Can I call you Cas? I'm gonna call you Cas - There isn't much of a choice here. We kind of have to work together here. As much as I love you Angels and you despise us Demons, I suggest we try to strike at least some sort of bargain here." He said, crossing his arms and motioning to the bird and the electric mouse. "Those two thick heads have no idea what's going on here, but they'll be decent allies." He said, glancing at the bird. "Well, one of them will be at least. The fat fuck I'm not so sure about."

((OOC: Skip too, is the Claydol still atacking?))

"Pleeeeease, you're just too caught up in swooning over the Aiveon that you don't realize how much of an asset I can be to a group." Ari scoffed. "Yeah, that's exactly what's happening." "See that?" She followed the gengar's thumb to the Eevee fest nearby. "Look at that, he's already forgotten you. I doubt you'll get far with that feather-brain." He went to go and waddle off with her man, leaving her be for a moment. Scoffing, she trotted off to find McChu and maybe fuck someone up. She needed to punch someone's eyes out.

Together with McChu, they eliminated the threats that had chased the umbreon out of hiding. Glad to be able to break bones and stomp something flat, Ari felt cleansed. Content with life for a moment, covered in blood, she shook herself a bit before going back over to the group, absent-mindedly wondering what the hell the freaks were talking about now. But Puppy had found something lurking in the shadows, and, feeling refreshingly friendly, she sauntered up to the new guy while McChu wandered. "Well, hello there. Who'd you find, Cutie?" she asked of Jed, looking down to him.

McChu, bemused by the workout he and Ari had just shared, waddled toward the ajar door, eager to be welcomed by the violent gales of the storm raging outside. He was all hot and sticky now-- it'd be nice to get an air bath. But as he wedged himself outside, he spotted something moving on the sand. Squinting, he managed to make out a bird-ish shape. He stared at the thing as it moved closer to the building; it looked oddly familiar. The longer he stared, the more he could see, and finally, his face erupted into a smile that consumed his entire being. It was her! After getting separated in Fortree, he'd worried he'd never see her again, and there she fucking was!

"Oh my God! OH MY FUCKING GOD, CHICKIE POO! CHICKIE POO, IT'S ME! HOW THE FUCK ARE YA, GIRL!?" He waddle-ran up to the aerodactyl, stubby arms out for a hug. "Baby, I'm never leaving your sweet-ass side again-- how'd ya find me?!"