his brother said in a taunting manner as Suicune fell to the ground from the shove. How can you goof around at a time like this?...
he grumbled under his breath, masking his admiration for his brother with feigned annoyance.If only I could be as free as him. He doesn't let anything bother him...
Suicune sighed deeply as he picked himself up off the ground and padded into one of the darkened rooms.
It looked like it was a watch station of some sort, with a large grated window and one of the 'guns' near it.
He quickly seized up the room and looked back.We will need to rest and recover our strength soon...we have all been through alot.
Cracking his neck in fatigue, he continued. I believe this room would fit our needs well. The window allows us to see anything outside, while being protected by the walls and covering. One way in, one way out.
He nodded to himself as he trotted out into the large hallway and into the recesses of the dank fortress.
Inside the Human Fortress | Late Night
Suicune was exhausted, both emotionally and physically.
He had spent the better part of the day running across Johto and fighting off infected. They had been scouring the human building for hours, and turned up nothing but dead bodies, broken equipment and the terrible stench of decay everywhere.
He was not sure what they were looking for; he knew very little about humans and their habits. Everytime he drew near a town or city, he would be chased by eager trainers. He hated how loud and polluted their habitats were anyway.
He wearily padded into a wide and dank hall, which had tables and chairs strewn about. He sniffed the air casually, careful not to smell too deeply. He recognized the scent of rotting food from behind a large counter. He jumped onto it and surveyed the kitchen. Human corpses littered the floors, even this deep into the building. Blood stained the walls and covered the tools and utensils that were scattered everywhere.
Sighing, he jumped back down. Under his paw was a blood spattered poster, with odd symbols and bright images on it.
He kicked it away in frustration- he didn't know how to read it.
He was about to turn back when he heard a faint electric noise from the doors beyond the kitchen. He trotted carefully through the corpses, following the sound.
The light was minimal; no electricity had run through the building at all, and there were no windows. All he could do was trust his other senses to guide him. He shoved open the door with his large crest and peered inside.
A box that sat upon a desk was flickering strangely and eerily in the darkness. Blood was dripping down onto the moving images, distorting what was being viewed.
On top of the box, there sat the severed head of a human, face frozen in untold terror, eyes pecked out, and covered in gouges from talons.
Suicune growled. This is undoubtedly what the bird wanted us to find...
He took a quick look around the room, ensuring that it wasn't a trap. The strange box illuminated a large part of the room. There were many gadgets around; some of them still appearing to be functional...though he had no idea what they were or how to work them. There was clothing hanging up on the wall- most of them what the humans called 'helmets' and 'chest guards.'Perhaps this is where their officers prepared...
He approached the flickering box as he called out to the other legendaries.Everyone, I may have found something...