((OOC: Was asked by Admins to kill off E.Nygma as a Harbinger attack. And sorry in advance for this really long post!))Pyrite Town|Noon
Phoenix was raging as the Smeargle began talking down to her simply because no one wanted to play his stupid games. And then he had the nerve to try and recruit Rukh to his side. Like that was going to take...wait a minute. Was Rukh actually considering this crap? Oh no. No no no. Phoenix had only five cardinal rules, and rule number three was almost in violation. You do NOT go against Phoenix. Ever. Granted she hadn't told any of this lot her rules, since she barely knew them. She didn't even trust them with the location of her den. But she had been considering them her new crew by this point, and her crew was not going to double cross her.
Finally sick and tired of his mouth, Phoenix snarled at the mutt and dropped low into a crouching position. Her tails were flaring out angrily behind her, her ears were flat against her head, and her sharp fangs were glistening in the high noon sun. All in all, Phoenix looked quite the picture of ferocity. But before she could do anything, a great voice called out from behind her gang. “I know you’re there." What the hell?! More?! Were the living being mass produced out of some factory somewhere? Her once pristine territory was being overrun! “Tell me, what is this place?” That tore it! She was finished with all of this nonsense!"No more,"
she growled out angrily, voice dripping with venom. She had put up with this long enough, and was not going to have her turf invaded like this. And the first thing to go? Well, who else but the Smeargle. Easily bounding over Kylie and tearing over to the building the bastard was hiding atop. She didn't even bother with the door, instead using nearby rubble and a convenient dumpster to propel herself up the wall. When she finally reached the top the surprise on his face was priceless. He probably never expected her to be that limber, or to even dare facing him alone.
He tried to defend himself, using one of his 'oh so powerful' moves to launch the first attack. But it was exactly what Phoenix wanted. The Thunderbolt hit her, because she let it, and the sparks danced across her fur causing it to stand on end. It hurt, sure, but she was so pissed and pumped on adrenaline she didn't care. Actually, the static charged fur only added to the evil look she was giving him, making her seem almost a demon come to life. She used Payback, and sent the damage from his sorry attempt back at him double, sending the smug mutt flying off the roof. She leaped down after him, tossing him into the center of their little group. This was going to be a public display, dammit.
She used an Extrasensory to knock him around, several times, basically playing with him in front of the others. When she saw him flinch, she knew that was her chance. Flames began licking at her lips, and she opened her mouth wide to send forth a massive Flamethrower. It's heat was so intense from her anger that the flame was almost a bluish white. She gave it everything she had, and soon the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Bones snapped and crackled under the intense heat, and the sizzle of blood and organs boiling. When the twitching finally ceased, so did her flame, leaving nothing but a pile of charred ash and bone fragments.
Glaring at the remains of the former thorn in her side she scoffed, "Pathetic, indeed."
She looked to the rest of them and plastered on her traditional lazy smile, finally happy with the way the day was going. "Anyone else want a go?"
She was just teasing them, of course. Though the newcomer she might be willing to run off if she had to. Something about the way he looked just rubbed her the wrong way.
Raven wasn't sure what happened. First, everyone was pissed at the Smeargle, then went back to ignoring it, and now Rukh was talking like he might be interested in what it had to say? That didn't make a whole lot of sense. 'He must have a reason,'
she thought to herself. When the large shark looking thing appeared though, all thoughts of the Smeargle went out the window. It called out to them, asking where he was, and Raven felt badly for him. Was he lost? Poor thing, a lot of Pokemon had been showing up around here that she had never seen before.
She walked up carefully to the stranger, concerned when she saw his eyes. "Uh-You're in Pyrite Town. In Orre?"
She wasn't sure he even knew what Pyrite Town was, so asking him about Orre was her way of checking to see if he even knew what continent he was on. With so many evacuations, people lost track of where they were headed and ditched their Pokemon in random places. She didn't get to hear his reply, however, because Phoenix suddenly went freaking nuts in front of everyone.
Watching her basically torture the Smeargle brought to light the darker side of the Ninetales that Raven knew all too well. One that almost every Pokemon in Pyrite knew well. She was the most vengeful creature she had ever met, and wasn't shy about letting others know she thought she had been wronged. But what the hell set her off like that? Overkill was an understatement, and Raven watched in horror as she basically cremated the Smeargle alive.
But the creepiest part was when she turned around on all of them, giving them all that lazy smirk she was so well known for, and asked if any of them wanted to take her on. She was crazy, had to be. "Not really, Princess,"
Raven muttered to herself, finding herself on the receiving end of one of Phoenix's glares. Raven shrugged and sat down, eying the fox carefully. She might need to watch her back a little more closely, given the Ninetales current state of mind.