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    Post by Kaze Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:53 am

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    Outside Celestic Town | Noon | (1)

    A tiny twitch and the Poochyena fell still.
    Red spilling over his hooked claws the grovyle leant his head back towards the sun as the wonderful tingling buzz filled him up from the tip of his claws to the leaves of his tail. Then there is that sudden cold electric jolt of something starting that sudden stops dead and takes the tingling with it.
    A barely audible sigh parts his lips before the harsh golden eyes are once again filled with determination.
    The Bite pokemon had been an entertaining specimen, if far too weak for his purposes and it had been the work of many months contacting it, luring it in, getting it to let it's guard down...

    Underneath the spreading leafs of a tree the Grovyle had dug a hole days ago. It perfectly fits the pathetic little body, although it would never have fit a whole Poochyena.
    The soft grey fur is covered over with dirt then the Grovyle swiftly turns to his other business.
    The blood is slowly wiped off the three sharp edged leaves that sprout from his forearm and from the two curved claws of his hands.
    The white coat than hung loosely from the Grass-type's shoulders was worn but still a pristine white. He took care of it, more care than he took with himself most days, for the precious equipment it could hold.
    The soaked twist of cloth he buries with the corpse. It would take more effort than it would be worth to get the scent of blood and fear out of it.

    The triangle shapes of the white collar are smoothed out and the darkened chain links securing the pale oval of stone is straightened like a human might straighten a tie.
    His little moment over with Sade resumes his endless search for more data.
    Mentally he makes a check list:
    Firstly it was his priority to gather some replacement tools. It had been necessary to drug the Poochyena before restraining it, the species was notorious for it's ability to flee, and now he had not even a pointy stick to his name.
    Secondly was identification of potential targets and assessment of the tools needed for a successful capture. He had found out early on that some pokemon, such as Charizard and Blaziken, were not to be approached without specialist tools.
    Thirdly was the preparation of the disposal methods, sanitary operation environment and so forth.
    Then he could properly get to work.

    Sade the Grovyle spat in his palm and rubbed his hand along his head to make the curling leaf that grew from it's back shine.
    His eyes were dark with sleep deprivation and his skin was ashen from lack of food but he felt rather happy, in so far as he could feel anything.
    He had a project to complete and by his standards that was the most fun thing ever.
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    Outside Celestic Pokémon Center||Noon||21

    Narron stormed around the building, he took a seat and drew in a deep breath. Damn that stupid Squirtle. Breathing out heavily, Narron looked around. There was still a lot of snow around.

    "God damn him. Why can't I just find some normal Pokémon and have them survive."

    Narron cursed at the world, sick of everything that was going on. For a moment, he thought about taking the easy way out, end all of the troubles of surviving a horrible Epidemic and the pain of losing friends and loved ones. There would be no anger for those who were too weak and let others die. Nothing would be wrong for him.

    He pushed that thought out of his head. That was not the easy way out, that was the hardest way out. Purposefully ending everything, hurting those who were close to him, how could that be easy?

    Narron walked back to where the others were when he had left.

    "Sorry, Shaka, I just had to cool down, take a breather. And as for you, Squirtle. Next time y-never mind, just be careful in every move you make, because if you make one wrong one, you'll be in trouble."
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    Outside Celestic Pokemon Center | Noon || 17

    The Squirtle nearly falls apart from Shaka’s response, but perks up when the raichu considers his intelligence. “Y-yes, sir. I-I can be sma-smart. I-I mean, if you, um, want me to-to be. I-I have thi-this journal here. It h-has calculations in it, sa well as, as, as my journal en-entries. Pl-please d-don’t hurt m-m-me.” This kid sure does stutter a lot, the Raichu sighs inside. At least he has enough guts to plead. The pain in Shaka’s legs has finally dissipated, while he continues to pace around the Squirtle. From behind closed eyes he calms down the rest of his frustration, dissipating the rest of his anger in order to speak to the Squirtle calmly. Opening them again, Shaka addresses him. “Good. Intelligence can be useful. You are certainly not very strong, but you may be able to help with any planning.”

    The raichu stops circling the Squirtle, instead taking on a light hover just a few feet off the ground. His electricity seems to be restoring itself now, not that it matters much since hovering takes so little energy for him. As he lazily floats, he finishes up his words. “I do not need to see your journal. Besides,” he adds in a passive shrug, “I cannot read the Human language.”

    As he finishes speaking, Narron returns from behind the Pokémon Center. Before he comes over, Shaka browses over the smoldering building. It would appear the frame of the building--made out of a dense stone--is surviving. Black smoke still billows out through any available opening, and the wooden rooftop is beginning to show signs of the flames reaching it from the inside. The fire was crackling inside, a noise that sounds so pleasant compared to the unholy silence that exists in the world now.

    Narron returns to them, giving an apology for his frustration. “Sorry, Shaka, I just had to cool down, take a breather.” Shaka gives a respectful nod, even putting in a small smile. “I understand.”

    “And as for you Squitle. Next time y-never mind, just be careful in every move you make, because if you make one wrong one, you’ll be in trouble.” Shaka hovers down, stopping down next to them and folding his arms seriously. “Now that we have all made friends, let us get out of here. The Undead will be drawn to this chaos soon.” He turns around in his hover, nodding past the town shrine. “What do you think of that building overlooking the cave?” Shaka points his tailtip to a well-kept building overlooking the area above the cave entrance, at the opposite end of the town. “It looks to be relatively intact, so it might be a good hideaway.” While he waits for a reply, his ears flick around cautiously. There is no sound of the Undead yet, but they could always be watching, waiting. His fur shivered uncomfortably in the naturally cool air of Celestic, not because of the cold itself but because of the discomfort of being out in the open.
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    Outside Celestic Pokémon Center||Noon||12

    “Good. Intelligence can be useful. You are certainly not very strong, but you may be able to help with any planning. I do not need to see your journal. Besides, cannot read the Human language.

    Zoke looked at the Raichu.

    "So-sory, I f-forg-got that n-not many Pokém-mon c-can. Sir."

    The Bulbasaur returned from the behind the building, claiming it needed to cool off. Most likely it just wanted to plan how best to kill him. It clearly did not like him.

    A threat from the Bulbasaur sent a shiver down his spine, after which the Raichu cut in.

    "Now that we have all made friends, let us get out of here. The Undead will be drawn to this chaos soon. What do you think of that building overlooking the cave? It looks to be relatively intact, so it might be a good hideaway.”

    Zoke liked the idea of a hideaway, and he did't seem to fear the Raichu as much as the Bulbasaur. Shaka seemed calmer, kinder. the Bulbasaur just seemed like it had anger issues, it seemed to lose control easy, although he had left it to die.
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    Outside Celestic Pokémon Center||Noon||22

    "So-sory, I f-forg-got that n-not many Pokém-mon c-can. Sir."

    "Now that we have all made friends, let us get out of here. The Undead will be drawn to this chaos soon. What do you think of that building overlooking the cave? It looks to be relatively intact, so it might be a good hideaway.”

    "All right then, let's go."

    Narron began walking for the building, though he didn't like the idea that they were protecting the Squirtle.

    "If any undead attack, he's completely useless, so all he is is just another mouth to feed and body to protect. Are you sure it's a good idea we bring him along?"

    Narron whispered to Shaka, so that Zoke could not hear them. Then continued.

    "We could use him as bait to kill a few undead, y'know. Leave him outside all alone, he'll probably begin wailing his ass off, then from the tower, we kill any undead that come for him. We kill a few undead and we find a use for the Squirtle. If he happens to get killed in an undead attack, I might just run from fear, instead f helping him, though."

    Narron gave a pissed off look back towards Zoke, even though Zoke had no idea what they were talking about.
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    Post by Guest Sat Jun 16, 2012 7:13 pm

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    Celestic Town, West Side | Noon || 18

    Shaka guides the way along the road encircling the town, leading them the left way around. The Pokémon Center sounds to have consumed most of its flammable parts by now, gradually eating away at anything other than the caved building’s concrete skeleton. The raichu refocuses his ears towards his front when Narron speaks to him. “If any undead attack, he’s completely useless, so all he is is just another mouth to feed and body to protect. Are you sure it’s a good idea we bring him along?” They pass by a ruined building, as Shaka turns the corner leading past the town’s western entrance. He hovers down close enough to speak to Narron, but the bulbasaur takes the opportunity to whisper so the squirtle does not hear them.

    “We could use him as bait to kill a few Undead, y’know. Leave him outside all alone, he’ll probably begin wailing his ass off, then from the tower, we kill any Undead that come for him. We kill a few undead and we find a use for the Squirtle.” The Raichu is for once rather bothered by Narron’s willingness to kill, but if he was in the same situation he probably would have said something similar. “If he happens to get killed in an undead attack, I might just run from fear, instead of helping him, though.” Shaka chuckles lightly from the bulbasaur’s attempt at deadpan humor, and gives himself a second to think before he whispers back. They pass by the entrance as they do so, and he gives a look to see if anything is shambling towards their direction--there is nothing. It would seem that this place is rather ignored by the Undead, and if anything does come it might not pose much of a threat. Nonetheless, he passes by the way into the town quickly, making sure that nothing can notice them.

    He waits for Narron, before returning to quietly give his response. “We should keep him around for a while; maybe he can prove that he has some use in a group. He made a stupid decision, but he seems like he's intelligent--even though he is cowardly. Any sort of wailing or panicking would be a bad idea; we do not know exactly what sort of Undead live near here. If things get ugly, we may attract something like a Garchomp, or even worse.” Shaka momentarily shudders at the thought of meeting a Garchomp. He’s killed one before, but it would still bother him to meet another one. This squirtle can read, and that may prove to be quite a valuable thing to have.” Because of his companion’s current mood, Shaka decides to keep any mention of helping the squirtle to himself. It would be best to keep those words hidden until Narron cools down enough. The leer the bulbasaur throws back at the squirtle only reinforces his decision.

    They have nearly turned around the corner leading to the large house. It still lies idly, with its cracked windows and its rather pristine condition. Any injuries to its foundation are few and far between, leaving Shaka to believe that there may only be a few Undead inside if any. He turns aback in the air, speaking to Narron and the squirtle as they head towards the house. “Okay, since the building is rather intact, I would guess there may be only a few Undead inside, if any.”

    He nods to the squirtle to get his attention. “You, my good squirtle, will keep watch outside the entrance until we are sure there are no Undead in the house. If you see any Undead coming into town, you’ll just rush inside and find one of us.” He winks to the squirtle, putting on a sharp grin. “You’ve already shown you can run pretty fast, so this job should suit you well. I’m sure that would be a good role, wouldn’t it Narron?” He cannot help but smirk again, as the situation was funny to him.

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    Outside Celestic Pokémon Center||Noon||13

    As the group began walking, Narron and Zoke began whispering, which unnerved Zoke. What if they were planning to eat him? Maybe they were evil? What if they worked with infected, and that other one went crazy? They may be ready to trap me and serve me on a big plate. Perhaps if I run at full speed now, I can make it.

    "Okay, since the building is rather intact, I would guess there may be only a few Undead inside, if any. You, my good Squirtle, will keep watch outside the entrance until we are sure there are no Undead in the house. If you see any Undead coming into town, you’ll just rush inside and find one of us. You've already shown you can run pretty fast, so this job should suit you well. I'm sure that would be a good role, wouldn't it Narron?”

    "Oh no, not being left alone outside, if any undead do start advancing, then what if there are infected on the inside too. I wouldn't be able to do anything, if I run inside, then I'll be surrounded by infected, if I stay outside and call to you, the infected will hear me and try to kill me."

    Zoke began to slightly cry, tears starting to stream down his face, snot bubbling from his nose.

    "Please don't make me do this. Can't we just make the infected inside the building come out, then we hide and kill them from nowhere near them."

    "Listen, you little baby, you will do what e say, or you die. Just be glad that I'm listening to Shaka, if it weren't for him, we'd be ditching you to draw in some undead, then killing them from afar while they try to eat you."

    Narron growled at the young Squirtle, frightening him off.

    "Please don't hurt me, it's just I..."

    Suddenly , the Squirtle used it's Water Gun, spraying water at the eyes of Shaka and Narron-hoping to temporarily blind them-and ran as fast as he could, spraying water behind him to make the path slippery. He ran straight into the forest, angering Narron.

    "Come back here you little shit!"

    Narron began sprinting as fast as he could straight into the forest after the Squirtle, though it was too thick to see anything.
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    Post by Kaze Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:24 pm

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    Outside Celestic Town | Noon | (2)

    Carefully the Grovyle runs his clawed fingers over his lab coat, checking there were no tears or stains on the stiff white fabric.
    Proper care of his equipment was essential and even though the garment was well-worn there was no holes or rips that could result in the garment getting snagged by one of his lab subjects or lose him tools.
    Perfect.
    Sade gives his physical appearance once last check over, once again smoothing down the long leaf that curled from the back of his head. It wasn't vanity that made him do this, he had found out the difficult way that correct care of his leaves was directly proportional to his rate of photosynthesis and that related in turn to the strength of his grass type moves.
    For similar reasons he runs his claws over the tree bark nearby, gouging great slivers out of the soft bark as he carefully sharpens every hook shaped claw in a way that made them appear innoculous but would let them cut through flesh and bone as easily as the skin of a berry.
    Then, flickering his tongue over his lips and with one last check over to see there is no tiny traces to betray his true intentions, Sade swiftly moves far away from his Kill Zone to the nearest sounds of life.

    Thock.
    The grip of his claws around each branch made an acceptable undetectable sound as the Wood Gecko pokemon swung himself through the foilage, dappled sunlight making him practically invisible.
    This was a good place to hide in, in fact it was his natural environment being in a forest and letting the subjects approach him first.
    Staying perfectly perched in the dark-leaved treetops Sade could see all below him easily.
    Twining a rough path through the tree trunks were the spidering dirt trails of loosely connected paths along which less naturally gifted pokemon would have run along to pick a way through the tangled vegetation.
    The twin golden eyes gleam from the spaces between the trees.
    And they rarely looked up...

    Two pokemon, close together.
    Squirtle; water type, unevolved, crying. Defensive trail of water used as an inefficent deterent to pursuit.
    Target.
    Bulbasaur; grass type, unevolved, angry. Pursuing squirtle into unknown territory without cursary enviromnt checks.
    Target.
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    Outside Celestic Town | Noon | (23)

    Narron chased after the annoying Squirtle, ready to attack without any hesitation. He was not getting away. Not a chance. Narron hoped nothing would happen to the Squirtle while it was away. He wanted to be there for everything this Squirtle endures. He wants to be the one hurting the Squirtle, not some wild infected.

    He chased the Squirtle, though he could barely see, he could feel the water on the ground. Every step was into a puddle. Stupid Squirtle. He was leaving an obvious trail. Even a fool could find him. And Narron was no fool.

    "Zoke! Get your ass here now!"

    Narron knew this would not work, and so decided to try a different idea.

    "Zoke! Sorry I got so angry, I've calmed down. Can you please come back! I won't be angry, or hurt you!"

    Narron looked around, getting an uneasy feeling, a prickle on the back of his bulb, as if he was being watched. He just wanted to find the Squirtle, get out of here, then hurt it. If Narron got injured here, he would be pinning it on Zoke. He wouldn't be here otherwise.

    Narron continued following the Squirtle's trail, which abruptly ended in a ring of trees, darker than the rest of the forest, Damn it! Shaka had said that Zoke was smart, but Narron hadn't really believed it, but it was clear that the Squirtle had led him astray, it had probably just shot a water gun ahead, and then turned away a long distance away. He'll have to get it back.
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    Celestic Town, North Side | Noon || 19

    The squirtle totally disagrees with Shaka’s proposal, completely missing the point the raichu was trying to make. Surrounded by Undead? The only Undead that would be left in the house after Narron and himself are done would be bits of gore and bones! The squirtle starts to tear up, snot running from his nose as he starts to bawl a little. The show makes Shaka shake his head in disgust, confused as to how someone could be so cowardly, so frail. The begging proposal that is offered, though, impresses the raichu a little. Despite this, Shaka argues against it. “We could indeed l--“ He is interrupted when Narron speaks up again, threatening the child. “Listen, you little baby, you will do what we say, or you die. Just be glad that I’m listening to Shaka, if it weren’t for him, we’d be ditching you to draw in some Undad, then killing them from afar while they try to eat you.” The squirtle quails under the vicous threat, prompting Shaka to stare in contempt at Narron. Shaka’s cheek patches spark slightly from withheld anger, and he was just about to rebuke him before he was interrupted by the squirtle.

    In an attempt to distract them, the squirtle sprays water towards both their faces. The raichu barely manages to avoid it by hovering to the side, before whipping back and snarling at him. Narron had received a spray of water to the face as well, except his hit home right in his eyes. The squirtle had not hesitated to run for his life, making his way for the exit they had passed by and making his way into the nearby forest. In a furious rage, Narron shouts out after him and charges towards the squirtle and disappears into the forest himself. All of it happened within only seconds, leaving the raichu floating idly by the building they were planning to enter. Shaka facepalms, finding himself at a total loss as to how he is going to keep these idiots together. If this keeps up, he may just leave them to their fighting and go find some other, nicer town. They had all lost a powerful leader in Ponamu, and Arceus help Shaka if he truly did have to become the leader of this group. In fact, now that he thought about it, he really missed that Glalie. Sure, he was infected and nearly killed him, but he had an impressive control over his own emotions--in fact, he had better control than the Bulbasaur!

    Shaka takes a long breath, enjoying the cool and beautiful air of Celestic Town which, besides from being polluted by the smell of the burning Pokémon Center, was relatively clear. The berry bag still remains curled around his tail, tempting his stomach to growl in contempt. Maybe while he waits for the idiots to return, he can enjoy a berry or two.

    Dismissing his blank stare towards the exit the others went through, he hovers up towards the roof of the building. At the middle the roof stopped sloping and was flat, providing a good lookout for air and ground threats. There were a few breaches along the sloped sides, but the flat part has remained completely intact. Landing on all fours onto the smooth surface, he curls his tail to his front. He carefully unwinds his tail around the improvised bag, and takes out a palm-sized Sitrus. A smirk comes to his face as he zaps the fruit in his hand, softening it enough for consumption. He then hungrily devours it, enjoying every last moment of its simple but apple-like flavor. The moment had removed his negative thoughts, replacing them with his hidden, solitary cheerfulness. With the others gone, he lets out a small, smiling chuckle. It was small things like this that showed there was still a worth in life. After finishing the berry he wraps his tail tightly around the bag again, licking the last of the fruit’s juice from his lips. Checking momentarily for any sign of Undead or the Dynamic Duo, he pads along the flat rooftop, patrolling for any Undead. His padding is a bit cheerful, even though it still exhibits its natural caution. If Narron and the squirtle do not return soon, he will have to go into the building by himself. They will surely know where he is, so maybe they could come in after they are done squabbling?

    ((OOC--Blah, I'll add in the color coding later |u))
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    Outside Celestic Town | Noon | (14)

    Zoke ran through the forest, terrified, not wanting to die. He knew that his Water Gun would only anger Narron and Shaka, making them want to kill hi, but it was his only escape. If he hadn't he may have missed his opportunity to escape into the dark forest and hide. Stopping Zoke squirted his biggest Water Gun forward, instead of trailing it behind him. If Narron was following his slippery track, then he would follow this right forward. Ducking aside, Zoke retracted into his his shell.

    Now that he was not occupied by his fear from the Bulbasaur, Zoke began to realize that he was all alone, weak, in a dark forest, in a world of infected. He was an easy snack. For a moment, he thought of returning to Narron and Shaka, at least he would not be alone, but quickly forgot that plan of action. There was no way they would just let him come back, he would be doomed.

    Zoke tried to calm his breathing, if he was breathing loud, he would be found with no trouble, even in his shell under a large leaf. Fear slowly crept up on Zoke, as his breathing became louder and louder.
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    Outside Celestic Town | Noon | (3)

    How very interesting.
    The Grovyle's tongue, long and pecha berry pink, flickers out a fraction to taste the air.
    Concealed high in the foliage he has an unobstructed view of the proceedings. The strange interactions are to his benefit, while the water type laid a decoy trail then hid Sade could clearly see the unnatural trembling of the leaves it had concealed itself in.
    The bulbasaur had charged straight past it.
    Clever thing, but not clever enough.
    By tightening his grip on one thick tree branch the bladed claws bite into the wood and neatly break it into three equal pieces.
    Taking a precise aim he drew back his arm and targeted the otherwise innocuous patch of vegetation.
    One after the other he tossed the chunks of branch in the direction of the squirtle. When they fell to the dense undergrowth in succession the sound and tremors of the ground resembled that of approaching angry footsteps.
    Content the tiny turtle would have taken shelter in its hard shell and is unlikely to emerge soon the Grovyle swiftly assembles his plans for his other target.

    Carefully he conceals the white coat high in the branches of a White Poplar tree, where the revealing waving of its snow-colored sleeves could be mistaken for the equally pale undersides of the plants leaves.
    Tilting his head to the side he mentally locks the location in his mind to return to the spot swiftly when he needs to.
    Then the grovyle scoops up vast chunks of the emerald colored moss that grew upon the tree bark and slathered it's dark juices over himself, mottling and darkening the tones of his skin as camouflage.
    Swinging through the branches in this state the trail of trampled and bruised plant-life and drips of water marks the bulbasaur's path as clearly as a neon arrow.
    When he finds the raging grass type near the end of the squirtle's cleverly laid distraction Sade puts his plan into action.
    Struggling to make his voice sound blunt and aggressive the Grovyle makes sure that, apart from the red-eyes he could not imitate, he looked very much the figure of an infected.
    "K-Kill...Kill!..."
    Swinging down from the trees in an unidentifiable blur of dark green, brown and red with his bladed leaves illuminated with a Leaf Blade attack Sade darts swiftly at the bulbasaur.
    "KILL!"
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    OUTSIDE CELESTIC TOWN | NOON | 1

    Jixley padded along through the undergrowth, her paw pads aching with the combined force of dozens of small scratches from brambles and stones getting caught in them. She paused, stepping behind a stubby shrub, to lick out anything that was stuck in them once again, wincing as she found a thorn and pulled it out with a grunt and a small stream of blood. The Spark Pokemon hadn't been traveling for an exceedingly long time, but it seemed as though she had been through a lot in that short while.

    She nursed a small cut on her chest--it once was bleeding, but she made sure to keep it clean and coated with healing herbs and such, and it was now starting to heal. It itched a lot, though. An Undead had cornered her, and she had but two options: fight or die. So she fought, shocking it with violent bursts of electricity, being careful not to make it bleed, carefully avoiding anything that could infect her. She didn't notice the cut until after, and when she did, she panicked assuming that it had scratched her somehow, despite her precautions. But days had passed, and since she hadn't become a vicious, bloodthirsty, mindless zombie-like Pokemon, she figured that it was safe to assume she had just scraped herself in the heat of battle.

    She began to walk again, unsure of her destination, but she knew that she had to keep moving. If you stopped for too long, the Undead would come. She knew that; that was how they found her last time. She was lucky to get away. She might not be so lucky if they found her again.

    From nearby, she heard a noise. Several noises, actually. The noises of fighting. "Kill... Kill!"
    Jixley paused, listening. "KILL!"

    The blue-and-black-furred Pokemon walked towards the direction it had come from, dipping low into the grass to avoid being spotted. She thought that she heard breathing nearby, but she wasn't sure, so she ignored it.

    ...There! Not too far away, Jixley saw a Grovyle wearing a white lab coat jump into the air in preparation to attack a Bulbasaur. Jixley growled deep in her throat; she couldn't help herself. The fury of what looked like a good battle rushed over her, but she made herself stop herself from lunging into battle. She wanted to see if the Bulbasaur could handle itself before she ran in to help. It was his fight, anyhow.
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    Narron was growing more enraged by the second, until, that is, he was attacked by a muddy, red-eyed, stinking infected Grovyle! It came crashing down fast, too fast for Narron to dodge, though he certainly tried. He leaped for his left, but not fast as the Grovyle landed on top of him. Narron shot several Razor Leaves towards the Grovyle, not thinking, only reacting. Narron got up and did not even look to see if he had any effect on the infected, instead running for his life, getting to some safe spot from which he could attack from.

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    Outside Celestic Town | Noon || 20

    Shaka continued to patrol around the top of the building, assuring himself that there was no one else in the town other than himself. He puts his ear to the rooftop, and hears a bit of scuffling from inside the building. While the bulbasaur and squirtle settle their differences, he shall clean out this building. But then a noise interrupts his thoughts, making him spring up from his slouched position and float into the air.

    There was a vicious shout that rushed through from the exit to his right, echoing through the town. Shaka leaps up from his calmed position at the noise, and snarls with displeasure. Something was definitely after Narron and the Squirtle, and it sounded vicious. He moves to the rim of the rooftop, staring towards the town exit in both worry and irritation. I am not going to interfere, he argues with himself, I am not.....Narron’s able to....Oh, forget it. Floating back over the rooftop and descending, he places the berries in a small nook between one of the thatched tiles. He then departs, using his levitation abilities to slow his descent to the lightly snowed earth. He lands in a sprint, running on all fours through the town exit. He leaps up into the trees just a short run outside, stepping cautiously through each branch. His senses are high, keeping check for any manner of Undead that may be bumbling around as he pursues the increasing sound of conflict.

    As he steps through the trees, he catches a momentary glimpse of shimmering brown. That was the squirtle’s shell! He returns for a moment to stare at it, watching it slightly echo as he hears the occupant practically hyperventilating from fear. Coward. Shaka shakes his head clear of his disgust for the reptile and continues after the sounds. The runt would have to be dealt with later, after he helps Narron. As he gets closer to the sounds of the battle, the sound of sharp objects slicing through the air becomes audible. Shaka begins to see attacks whizzing away from his direction from through the tree foliage obstructing his way. He growls inwardly, keeping himself hidden from the unveiling scene from behind the cover of a thickly leaf-covered tree branch. Well, this looks ugly. Staring down to the scene--and keeping an eye out for any stray attacks--he watches a large, leaf-covered gecko in white garb assaulting Narron. The Bulbasaur has taken to running from the lizard, trying to find cover from his attacker. Shaka does not intervene in the battle, even though it looks major; Narron can take care of himself in this battle, as he has already shown his fighting prowess.

    Shaka snarls at the wood gecko, but stays quiet from his perch, taking the time to catch his breath from his rushing. He surveys the creature, learning, watching. Such things could help if his target continues to not notice him and assault Narron. It does not look infected, nor are its eyes tainted with a bloody red. Aside from its glaring viciousness, there is nothing visibly wrong with it. Is he attacking out of defense, or is he mad? Shaka wonders, becoming gradually curious. There is no fell stench coming from the scene, neither from the lizard nor from the land. It is as if the forest itself is waiting for either of the grass Pokémon to conquer the other, its leaves rustling quietly from the soft, cold wind.
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    Filling in for a Harbinger as requested by Suicune

    The Grovyle can feel a faint sensation like a prickling on the back of his neck.
    He is being watched.
    Now this battle is no longer private he cannot safely pursue his target anymore, even if he did manage to incapacitate the Bulbasaur without damaging it too much the others would step in before he could successfully make off with the body.
    The razor-edged leaves slice past him from the Grovyle's precarious perch on the Bulbasaur's bulbous back, one tags the back of his arm just below the leaves and draws forth a line of blood.
    Time for a speedy retreat.
    Sade uses the other grass type's back as a springboard and launches himself into the underbrush.
    Tucking his head in he rolls and rises swiftly to his feet.

    His maneuver not only grants him a swift exit from the battle he was embroiled in but also positions him close to his other target.
    Sade lies on his belly, his hooked claws wandering across the leaves as his golden eyes search.
    One leaf quivers slightly and the grovyle tilts his head to the side as he hears the deep breathing of his target.
    The hooks of his fingers grip the raised rim of the the tiny turtle pokemon's shell and he drags the trembling water type into the light.
    It was still sunken into its shell for what little protection in would offer him.
    Sade twists his neck to the side and stretches his fingers.
    He did love a challenge.

    A harsh white glow flickered around his claws as the Grovyle steadies the shell with one hand and brings the other down hard.
    A crack appears in the shell and the pokemon inside whimpers.
    That tiny sound leads to Sade's next strike having more force.
    This time the shell breaks apart and the Grovyle swiftly levers his claw under one of the fragments.
    From the way the struggling turtle was crying it hurts, a lot.
    Agonizingly slowly Sade levers the piece of shell free. Patches of blood-stained blue skin still stick to it. For a moment blocking out all but the pokemon in front of him Sade tears off five more shell fragments before the squirtle stops moving.

    The grovyle lets his head loll back, looking at the sun as a warmth fills him up inside.
    As suddenly as it had started it ends though, leading the grass-type to flicker out his tongue in discontent before looking at the dead squirtle with fresh eyes. Dark-colored blood splatters his claws and even speckles the corners of his mouth.
    He would need a bath before pursuing another target...yet currently it only added to his disguise.
    A full assessment of the strength of his other target might still be useful.
    Leaving the squirtle's body behind Sade once again scales a tree and slinks back towards the place he had been before, slit-pupilled eyes alert to any changes in the environment.
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    Jixley watched from her hiding spot in the bushes, interested in all that was going on. She watched as the Grovyle rolled away from the Bulbasaur, as if intent on some other prey. She watched above, noting a Raichu sitting in a tree, who was also watching the scene. That Grovyle, it probably wasn't safe to be around. It didn't seem to be undead or infected, but Jixley knew that looks could be deceiving. Perhaps he was just insane.

    Without checking to see if the Bulbasaur was okay, Jixley padded through the undergrowth, tracking the Grovyle. She wanted to know what exactly it was up to. She noted a smell of blood in the air. She was suddenly on edge; she hadn't come this far just to die at the claws of a deranged Grovyle.

    She heard a sickening crack, the sort of crack that could only be made by the splitting of a Squirtle's shell. Jixley suppressed a gasp. The Grovyle had killed, and it would surely kill again, if it found her.

    She dashed back to where the Bulbasaur and Raichu sat, one on the forest floor, the other perched in a tree as though it were a bird Pokemon rather than a rodent. She took it upon herself to warn them; it really was the least she could do: "Hey, that Grovyle that attacked you?" said Jixley, directed to the Bulbasaur, "There's something off with it. It just killed something, may have been a Squirtle; I heard the shell crack..."

    "You'd do well to run away from it." she said, addressing the both of them this time.
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    The battle between Narron and the mad wood gecko had not taken long. Having dodged the Razor Leaves launched by Narron, it had perched upon his back. It switched its stare between him and some other stranger Shaka had not immediately noticed, hidden in the brush nearby. After assessing the danger, the white coat-garbed lizard sprung off of the Bulbasaur’s back and dove into the underbrush of the forest. But the distinct aim of the leap had put Shaka on guard, as he suspected he knew where he was going. He followed along in the trees, doing his best to keep the enemy in sight. His instincts were proven true, as the Grovyle’s steps had been making their way towards the quivering shell of the Squirtle. It had taken only a moment for him to leap out of the tree, only to collide with the springing form of an Undead Floatzel from the forest floor. He tumbled back, snarling at the interrupting corpse as it wasted no time in performing an Aqua Jet. Shaka leaps into the air, levitating momentarily as the weasel launches straight under him. He fires a Thunderbolt straight down into the stream of water, stopping the Undead short and dispersing its move, making it slide and fall onto its stomach. It was paralyzed by the electrical blast, opening itself to attack. Landing right onto the back of the Floatzel, he grabs the back of its head and wraps his tail around its neck, fortifying it with Iron as he keeps his weight on its back with both feet. It hisses and snarls, its fangs pitifully trying to snap at the steeled tail coiled around its throat and its clawless hands unable to reach back and scratch at him. Another electrical charge leaps through his tail, frying the neck of the weasel for a few seconds until it falls off and the body slumps over. He wrenches his nose away from the horrid stench as he immediately refocuses his attention on the Grovyle. His cheeks burst with electrical anger as he sprints off in the direction the lizard went in, as he keeps alert for any other Undead ambushes. Ahead, the screams of the squirtle had come to a horrible end, being dominated by the sounds of a violently shucking shell. Just as he reaches the scene does the squirtle’s murderer spring into the forest.

    He hisses in a repressed shout at the gecko as he flees. There is an uncanny blood-thirst in his eyes, disturbed over the fate of the Squirtle. “Get back here you green-scaled bastard!” He clenches his fist and shows it up towards the bushes that it had retreated through. A temporary rage takes over his head, but he withholds himself from taking up pursuit. When the ire subsides, he mutters a scorn to himself and throws down his hand. “Don’t yell, you idiot. That’ll only attract more Undead.” His ears check the land vigilantly, hearing only the sound of retreating steps. His strong eyes detect no movement, and his nose catches no foul odor. The iron scent of squirtle blood fouls the air, though it does not bother the Raichu. He makes an aggressive turnabout, his cloak whipping as if in offence in the general direction of his enemy.

    He puts his hand down upon the bloodstained rim of the gory shell, and sighs bitterly. The scene was disgusting, yet his eyes did not avert from it. The shell had been cracked, with many of its fragments torn off, revealing the soft flesh of the Squirtle’s insides. It left a miserable feeling in his stomach, but not one of revolt. It was one of disappointment, of personal grief; he knew this kid had potential, but the world had other ideas for him. The death left Shaka feeling a bit hollow--actually, it left him quite guilty. He could have kept up with Narron and mauled the lunatic gecko before he got to his victim. A slight pain throbs in his legs as he remains upright, but he ignores its nagging for the time being. While he closes his eyes and lets his mind clear out the frustrations, he overhears the newcomer Luxio addressing Narron in the distance, his sharp ears overhearing everything. Shaka keeps his next words silent to the others, only to be heard by keen and focused ears.

    “What a poor, scared little child. Born in a time where the weakest are slaughtered. May your soul find peace.” There was no time for burial, but Shaka felt concern for the forces that would devour and defile the corpse further. He opens his forlorn eyes and turns around to the others as if all of his depressive thoughts were nothing to him. While the squirtle has died, he shall live on, and there is no time for grief in this aggressive world.

    The Luxio addresses them both now. While he listens, Shaka picks a stray leaf from a low-hanging branch and wipes the small slick of blood from the paw he used to touch the reddened shell. “You’d do well to run away from it.” Discarding the bloody leaf aside himself, he replies with a grim but respectful calm. “I know, Luxio.” A curt nod comes shortly after. He looks towards Narron, his posture lowering as he goes onto all fours. His legs were beginning to act up from standing upright again. “Narron,” he says with a sharp but controlled tongue, “there was nothing we could do for the kid. We should head back to the town before the Undead come upon us.” As he turns towards the direction of the town and begins walking, he speaks over his shoulder to the Luxio. “You can come with us if you like, but do not try to pull any underhanded moves.” His cheeks spark a little, but the stern warning is etched with a solemn tone.
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    Jixley dipped her head, acknowledging the Raichu.
    "I wouldn't dream of causing any trouble for you," she mewed, her voice containing a hint of sarcasm, though she truly meant it. "I will come with you, as long as you don't mind me."
    Being with this small group would be better than being alone, especially if the Grovyle came back.

    ((OOC: Sorry for the short post! I'm just kind of confused with the order changing or whatever! :c))
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    Forest Outside Celestic Town | Noon | (5)

    Cris-crossing through the trees and occasionally dropping to the ground to suddenly change direction Sade darts through the forest, making sure his erratic weaving path cannot be tracked.
    The mud is starting to dry on his skin and soon it will break away in flakes and his disguise may be rendered useless.
    That cannot be allowed to happen. He had taken such care to be so different from his normal self he could not be identified later. As well as making him closely resemble an Undead the mud was wet and cloying enough to mask his natural scent and he had left his white coat hidden safe to wear later.
    He even took care to run crooked, even if he was seen he would move like one diseased.
    The Grovyle does not immediately head straight for his target and not just because he is suspicious about being followed.
    Instead he retraces his steps precisely through the confusing tangle of woodland until the grass becomes mud.
    The remains of the Squirtle's Water Gun still drip down from the tree trunks to form muddy puddles. Perfect, there was no knowing where that thing had been and now he was wounded...

    Carefully Sade wipes his claws across his face to improve his masquerade before carefully cleaning the blood from around the tiny nick the Razor Leaf had left in forearm. He didn't want the wound to get infected in either sense of the word.
    Blinking carefully Sade once again scales a rough-barked tree trunk and, taking care not to leave a blood trail from his still red stained claws, he leaps off again.
    The bulbasaur has not traveled far since he left the battle and, keeping to the treeline this time, Sade shoots a tiny spear of energy at his fellow grass-type that invisibly sinks beneath the bulb and drains off a tiny amount of nutrients before sending them in a golden stream of sphere's back towards Sade.
    As they sink into the grovyle's skin the cut heals itself over. The whole thing takes place in a heartbeat and the damage is very little but Sade wants to get the Bulbasaur's attention.

    ((Sorry about the post order confusion Blue))
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    Forest Outside Celestic Town | Noon | (25)

    Narron fought hard, but was beginning to lose the battle, however, strangely enough, the Grovyle ran, it was winning, and it ran! Some Pokémon, a Luxio? Had exited from the trees. Narron heard it say that Grovyle may have killed a Squirtle, and just stared in shock at he Luxio.

    “Narron, there was nothing we could do for the kid. We should head back to the town before the Undead come upon us.”

    Narron left straight away, running in the direction that the Grovyle had taken, shouting back at the others.

    "Just leave me alone!"

    Unable to find the Squirtle, Narron slowed down. something tingled as it hit him, and Narron instantly felt weaker, though not by much. Narron looked up as small balls of energy flew from Narron and into the Grovyle. It had drained his energy! Damn it! Narron threw more Razor Leaves at the Grovyle, knowing it was his best move to use without getting close to the opponent. No chance of the infection spreading to Narron if he didn't come into contact with the Grovyle.

    At that, Narron roared at the Grovyle as loud as he could!

    "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! HOW DARE YOU KILL ZOKE! HE WAS MINE! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE HURT HIM, AND I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE, OR SORRY FOR BEING SO MEAN TO HIM!"

    Narron knew it was his fault that the Squirtle had died, it was here because of him, and it was dead because of him. While he had the intention to punish it, he ha never wanted it dead. He had wanted to apologize, and now it was too late, because of him, and because of THAT Grovyle. Not that it even understood him probably, stupid infected!

    Narron felt a strange tingle, and felt, a slight strength from deep within him well up to the surface, as if it was bubbling up.

    ((OoC:Sorry about the order confusion, and yay, at last, 25th post, wanting to evolve right now, but I need Darastrix to finish off the profile image for Narron))
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    Outside Celestic Town | Noon || 22

    As Shaka walks by the corpse of the squirtle, he hears the Luxio giving a reply to him. He perks his ears and turns around momentarily, impatient but willing to listen. “I wouldn’t dream of causing any trouble for you;” There was a dash of sarcasm in the mew, but otherwise she seems quite friendly. “I will come with you, as long as you don’t mind me.” He gives a humble smile to her, appreciative that he has someone else around that has a better emotional grip. ”Then you may come along.” For a moment, he browses around with his ears, making sure that they were not going to be ambushed again by the vicious wood gecko. There is no sound to be gathered, save for a calm leaf-rustling breeze. When he looks to Narron, who had come over to them; he held a shocked stare at the Luxio momentarily. Was he startled by her sudden appearance? Before Shaka can think about it or even anticipate what Narron was going to do, the bulbasaur bolts off in the direction the wood gecko had taken in its retreat. As if anticipating Shaka’s demand to know where he was going, Narron shouts out to him and the stranger.

    “Just leave me alone!”

    A blank stare towards the shrubbery Narron rushed into was all Shaka could offer in response. His cheeks begin to spark in indignation at the seemingly endless rage of his companion; he mutters angrily under his breath, shaking his head in scorn. “Reckless. Just reckless.” When he looks back to the Luxio, his expression appears bland but his voice kindly. “Don’t worry about Narron; he’s already proven himself capable of killing strong opponents.” He continues to pad on all fours towards the town, passing by the gore-scattered corpse of the child squirtle. “Besides,” he continues with a cautious growl, “it’s best not to be around him when he’s that angry.” He visibly shudders and glares back towards the sounds of Narron’s rampage, listening to the furious shouting of Narron as he pursues the squirtle’s murderer. There was the sound of constant slashing, as he supposedly was sending a storm of leaves through the trees. As he listens to the outcry, he catches the name Zoke, connecting it with the squirtle. He ignores it, though. Instead, he recalls the way Narron cut apart that Glalie that not even he could challenge, and how he only narrowly escaped when Narron had gone berserk.

    He returns on all fours onto the discreet path leading back to the town, flicking his tail to the Luxio in a cue to follow. As he pads along, navigating his way through the trees, he decides he should offer a name to the stranger as a token of respect. Hopefully she will return the favor. “You may call me Shaka, Luxio.”
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    Jixley froze as the Bulbasaur stared at her and bolted away. She was slightly tempted to follow him into the forest, but knew that wasn't a good idea. She repressed her curiosity. She didn't know this Bulbasaur at all; he could turn on her and attack her, and while she was sure she could probably fight him off, for once, she didn't want to fight. As she heard him, off in the distance, screaming with deep emotions, she knew she did the right thing. She turned back towards the Raichu and took a step closer -- at least he seemed okay.

    "Don’t worry about Narron; he’s already proven himself capable of killing strong opponents." said the Raichu.

    So, the Bulbasaur's name was Narron, and he was stronger than he appeared at first glance. That was good, Jixley guessed; you needed to be strong during these hard times. "Besides, it’s best not to be around him when he’s that angry." he added, a growl in his throat. Jixley blinked. So Narron had anger issues or something.

    As the Raichu padded away (on all fours, Jixley noted -- she hadn't seen a Raichu do that before) Jixley followed. The Raichu paused and gave her his name, and she decided it would be rude to not do the same. "Pleased to meet you then, Shaka. I'm Jixley."
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    With an fierce snarl the Grovyle leaps from the tree in time for the sharp leaves to greatly injure the bark where he had formerly been standing.
    Did this thing really know no other moves than Razor Leaf?
    Perhaps if more pressure was applied...
    The three-leaves cluster that protruded prominently from his forearms swiftly began to glow until the dark green leaves became light green then a blinding white and Sade slashed downwards with vigor, slicing in half the airborne razor edged leaves are torn in half by the sword-like swing of his forearm.
    He leaps towards the Bulbasaur, another Leaf Blade glowing on his other arm as he triumphantly brings the blow down just in front of the creatures nose so the resulting shower of dirt from the gash he digs in the ground fills the air.
    To successfully dodge the creature's razor leaves Sade decides on very close combat and charges up a Crush Claw.
    His golden eyes are emotionless, an arrogant sneer plastered acroos his lizard-like snout.
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    Narron saw the Crush Claw, but didn't move in time as the hit slammed down on him. Injured but still able to move, Narron decided to use a Tackle attack, too late to stick to long ranged combat, close it was if that's what the infected Grovyle wanted. Narron ran at the Grovyle, aiming for a tree, and then quickly attacking with a Vine Whip.The entire time, Narron continued to glow, up until his entire body was bright white.

    Collapsing, Narron twisted and writhed at the strange unfamiliar feeling passing through his body. He felt his bulb grow larger, but could not understand why, until it struck him that he was evolving. Damn it, he had forced it back previously, not wanting to change, not wanting to become a different species, worried it would affect how he thought, turn him to a different person, but the battle, coupled with his anger at Zoke, and pain from losing him, had made him completely forget to fight it back. It was too late now.

    As the glow faded, Narron stood up, slightly dizzy, and fell down again, before he realized he was completely defenceless, completely exposed.

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