The CELESTIC Team

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Celestic Town | Noon || Shaka ~ 23 -- Tsukiko ~ 4 --(cont. post from Gateon)

~*~ Shaka ~*~

After Shaka gave his reply to the Luxio, he continued to listen with one intent ear towards the loud carnage being wreaked by Narron far behind him. Concern bit at him as he truly worried about the bulbasaur--that is, if Narron really would be able to handle that mad wood gecko and any Undead that may come along. No; Shaka corrects himself mentally as he steps over a small log and looks back to that thickly section of the forest that his companion had charged into. He can handle himself. While he removed the thoughts, he heard the newcomer Luxio offer her own name. , who had taken to following him towards the way leading back to town. “Pleased to meet you then, Shaka. I’m Jixley.” The town was distant, but he could just make out the sight of a few buildings through the thick trees. He gives a reply without looking back, feeling all too tantalized by the thought of getting out of this cramped forest and into the open area of the town. “It is good to meet you, Jixley.” They covered quite a bit of ground in just a minute, coming to a break in the foliage and revealing the stony entrance to Celestic.

While the town was as silent as ever--That was just the way he loved it--he still looked around cautiously. There were no Undead down the left nor the right turns of the entrance, and the air was tainted only by the weakly burning remains of the Pokémon Center at the far end of the town. He watched as the distant building finally began to collapse in on itself, billowing its black smoke out and losing the rest of its immolation to the breakdown. “Don’t mind the smoldering Pokémon Center,” he said in an dismissive gesture of his tail, “we had a run-in with an undead fire pokémon earlier.” Shaka looked over the entire community, stopping when he thought he spotted something moving into a bush at the opposing side of the town’s central ridge. He continued his survey of the town, but always gave note about that disturbance. Was there something hiding in it?

~*~ Tsukiko ~*~

The Pikachu was panting heavily from her run through the mountainous hillsides east of Celestic. She was running as far and as fast as she could through the rough terrain, praying that her speed would be enough to avoid the attention of any Undead. She knew it was a stupid move, but she was too frail to be stuck out in such open area. It has been a few days since she had lost contact with the Haunter who saved her all the way back at Gateon, and right after he dropped her off at Sinnoh he had suddenly left. She thought over the kind but odd being as she leapt over a long ditch, gasping as the run grates at the last of the breath that she has. Thankfully, she was more than clever enough to outsmart the Undead she had come across after the Haunter left, even though she had begun to sorely miss him after his quick departure. After jumping across the gap, she was joyfully relieved to see that she had managed her way to the tall and dark hilly boundaries of a town--Celestic Town, if what she read in a book before the Epidemic had said (Thank Arceus for her memorization skills). As she ran to the opening to Celestic, she checked around cautiously. Her lungs were on the verge of exploding, but she gave a fearful glance around and over her back, certain that something would jump upon her at that moment. There was nothing, though, and she allowed herself to exhaust her breath and take a slow pace as she went into the town. The Pokémon Center was in cinders, and a good number of the buildings were wrecked by holes and gouges. The grass was covered in a light frost that made her uncomfortably cold--there must be an Ice Pokémon here if there is light snow on the ground. She shivered not only from the cold, but from her imagination conjuring the thought of a horrific ice monster coming to crush her.

She heard carnage, which made the fur on her back stand up in fright as she spotted a forested entrance to Celestic opposing the one she was standing in. There was indistinct shouting that reverberated through the cool air. Then, she saw two people coming through the distant foliage. She wasted no time in hurrying behind a bush lining the small plateau in the middle of the town, hoping that neither of the newcomers had seen her. They did not look infected, but their presence startled her. She watched from the bushes as a black-cloaked Raichu and a Luxio entered the town, trying to learn about them before she took a risk in trusting them. She quivered when the Raichu appeared to have noticed her, but stayed completely still in the darkness of the plant to try and lose his attention. Even if she was ready for an introduction, she was too scared to even come close to them so soon.

((OOC -- Sorry for the wait, everyone. I hate writer’s block =_=))

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Forest Outside Celestic Town | Noon | (27)

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Celestic Town | Noon || Shaka ~ 24 -- Tsukiko ~ 5

~*~ Shaka ~*~

His browsing over the town’s state showed him that he and Jixley were the only ones out at the moment, which relieved him a little. There should have been at least a few Undead coming to the sound of the earlier carnage, but it would seem that they were taking their time or they were few in number. He gave another sharp look to the bush at the other side of the town, still thinking about the being hiding within it. If it had any brain, it may be wiser for it to come out soon; the silence was beginning to bother him some. But as he kept watch over it, he did find some short time to think things over. The momentary shortage in Undead, at least, could give him and the Luxio time to find shelter, while Narron kills that Grovyle. Not only that, but it could give him time to make sure that this Luxio was actually trustworthy. They needed to find shelter as well as find a source of water.

As if she had known what Shaka was thinking, Jixley speaks her own concern about his Bulbasaur companion. “That Bulbasaur, Narron, he was traveling with you, right? Is he going to be able to find us?” The words troubled the mild raichu, and he shifted on his feet while he still kept a careful ear out for signs of the Undead. “It should not be too hard for him to find his way back, Jixley;” he says, adding in a grim tone as he continues, “at least the squirtle’s body can serve as a landmark to guide him back.” He hated to think up such a thing, but the body at least had some use as long as no Undead scavenged it. ”And,” Shaka continues, ”if Narron does not get back within a short while, I shall go back for him.” The prospect of returning into that place bothered him, but if he has to go back to help Narron then he certainly shall.

Shaka turns away from Jixley, walking to the edge of the town’s steeply sloped center field. He calls out as quietly as he can to the hidden stranger at the other side of the town. “Now, who’s over there? I recommend you come out of hiding.” He gives a snarl, his cheeks crackling as his strong eyes stare with contempt to the silhouette in the bush. It seemed to have a yellow tint to it, but he could not tell exactly. It was enough, though, to pique his interest. His curiosity would be answered just as his suspicion would.

~*~ Tsukiko ~*~

The Pikachu continued to observe the two strangers converse, growing more interested in their behavior. She heard them talk about a friend of theirs, a Bulbasaur named Narron. It was all too hard to discern everything from the sheer distance, but she managed to get enough to understand their conversation. The Luxio, who the Raichu entitled as Jixley, sounded concerned about Narron, while the Raichu said he would risk his life to help Narron. Their manners comforted her, discerning their words as honest and kind. At least they showed respect for one another, but would they trust her just as well? After finishing their conversation, the Raichu stepped to the edge of the opposing town ridge and called out to her. Even from so far away, his snarl and crackling cheeks scared her, making her take in a long and quieted gasp. She was watching through a small opening in the leafy coverage but backed away deeper into the bush at his show of hostility. His stare was directed upon her, as if he could clearly see her within the thick green cover. The idea made her shiver nervously. She was going to respond to him, yes, but she was so terrified. A number of horrible thoughts skimmed over the risks, all leading to her death at trusting the strangers.

Before she could even attempt to reply to him, she had to calm her fears. She places her right hand over her heart, closing her eyes and attempting to rationalize. Just go out; she calmly told herself it’s fine. You have to make the first step.

A sense of calm came to her, and although her heart was still pulsing strongly from her rushing into the town she otherwise felt quite fine. He’s right; it was a sheer blessing that I’ve even survived for so long by myself. There was a hollowness in her stomach, the onset of hunger. Maybe they even had food? If she showed her worth, they may share whatever food they have with her. She made her decision quicker than she would have liked, clenching her fists and opening her eyes with determination. She could not give herself another chance to wander over her troubles.

Stepping out of the bush made her feel unprotected and vulnerable, and the fear showed undeniably in her posture, her tail, her eyes, everything--But she courageously redoubled herself. She ran around the side of the town, passing by the Pokémon Center in the process, giving only a fleeting thought to it. What sort of monster did that? Those buildings were meant to withstand small fires, so it must have been something pretty bad. These people must have fought an Undead fire pokémon and had to retreat.

It took her a while, but she made it to the other side. She slowed to a stop a few feet before the Raichu, sighing heavily from her run. She felt sore from all of the running she had felt, and now that she was so close to these strangers she felt cautious and fearful of them. Most of her attention was focused upon the Raichu, who seemed to be the more hostile of the two. Just looking at him made her want to punch herself for not fleeing when she had the chance. What if he was going to hurt her? Maybe eat her? Cannibalism was certainly not out of the question in these times.

She was disgusted at how terrible her introduction sounded, with her exhausted breath and fearful voice only making it even more pathetic and helpless. H-hello....You, you two are not going to hurt me....are you?” She steps back nervously, fidgeting nervously with her fingers as she waited for their responses.

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"Son, it is bed time! You must go to bed!"

A crazy laugh echoed from the Gardevoir, as she used her Psychic and slammed him into a tree.

"Mummy, is it his bedtime too?"

"Yes, Azrael! It is."

Narron used his Razor Leaf, and three of the blades embedded themselves in the Gardevoir's head. One had gone directly into the Gardevoir's eye, and so had half of the eye on top, and half n bottom, while still cut into the skin around the eye of the Gardevoir. Another on the other side of her head, above her eye. The third was lodged at the very top of the psychic Pokémon's head.

Narron sent vines toward the psychotic Pokémon, though they barely made it halfway there by the time she had used her Psychic and dislodged the leaf in the top centre of her head, and sent it back. She made it slice through the first of Narron's three vines. She then made it fly upwards and slice through the second, and down to the left, and cutting through the third of the vines. The vines retracted rapidly, and Narron almost fainted from the pain.

Knowing he had no chance here, he left. He ran through the forest, and didn't stop till he was almost unconscious from lack of breath.

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Celestic Town | Early Evening || Shaka ~ 25 -- Tsukiko ~ 6

~*~ Shaka ~*~

He stared at the Pikachu for quite a long moment after she made it to him, scrutinizing her with an instinctive caution. He had expected an Undead or vicious Living Pokémon, but he was appalled to discover that it was just a scared female Pikachu--possibly uninfected, as he could tell by her scent and appearance. In fact, he was even surprised that she had even taken a further step than him; she had come all the way from the other side of the town, just to meet up with him! Her voice was riddled with hesitation as she looked up to Shaka nervously. She gave more attention to him than Jixley, apparently intimidated by him. He had sat up as the Pikachu had neared him, and he was surprised at how tall she was for her evolutionary stage.

The prevailing silence of the town only reinforced the awkward introduction and sudden appearance of the Pikachu. “H-hello....You, you two are not going to hurt me....are you?” That was all she had to say, before backing up and beginning to anxiously fidget. Despite his caution, he did not let it snatch up his thoughts any longer. He formed a simple answer to her question. “No, we will not. What brings you to Celestic?”

Shaka wanted to come across more harshly than he did, but he did not want to scare her off. He just was not in the mood to see anyone flip out right now after the loss of the squirtle child and Ponamu.

~*~ Tsukiko ~*~

The Raichu’s reply was blunt and to the point, not wasting in its time and easy to understand. She stopped her fidgeting, and took in every last word with earnest dedication. This was no time for her to fall to her fears, and the Raichu seemed to stab at her with those scrutinizing razor eyes. He just stood there quietly as she tried to think. She broke his gaze and looked down at the snow, considering her reply as quickly as she could before returning eye contact. “Th-thank you. I....I was-s simply looking for shelter.” She withheld her desire to also add in the word food, not wanting to sound like a beggar to the Luxio and Raichu. A pang of hunger bit at her stomach, but she ignored it as she continued to look up to the Raichu. She was too humble to ask such a thing of others so quickly.

A noise could be caught just vaguely by her sensitive mouse ears, coming from the direction of this town side’s exit. It comes from the forest, a quiet scuffling that could just be caught as a murmur of noise. With it came the onset of a chilly Sinnoh breeze, which caused the forest to shudder. The noise was not drowned out by the wind, being just vague enough to get her attention. She kept trading glances between the forested exit to her far left and the Raichu sitting in front of her, nervous that something may come from the foliage and attack them. Moreover, would any of them protect her if she were to be attacked her?

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Celestic Town | Early Evening || Shaka ~ 26 -- Tsukiko ~ 7

~*~ Shaka ~*~

After he had questioned the Pikachu, Jixley had added in the question of what her name was. The answer intrigued him, finding the Pikachu’s name peculiar. Tsukiko. He did know what language it was, but it sounded like it fit her well.

As he thinks, a noise catches his attention. He glares over his shoulder, staring at the gigantic lizard that had appeared in the town. He inadvertently steps in front of Tsukiko, staring back at the reptilian newcomer. The sheer size of its body, the form that conceals so much power, the cutting blades--everything about it screams to him that this was a predator Pokémon. It looked so similar to the wood gecko that attacked them back in the woods....But that beast was clotted with mud and had reddened eyes--this newcomer has none of those features. Nonetheless, the memory rattles Shaka into a state of distrust, not knowing whether the lizard is Undead or Living, Friend or Foe. The stranger raises up their claws in a gesture of peace and smiles amicably. “Hello~!” The stranger quietly says.

“Hello...” Shaka responds awkwardly, turning his head to the side as he continued to stare at the newcomer cautiously. He was in no way sure how to respond to a five-and-a-half feet tall grass lizard, but he gives a few words anyways. “Well,” Shaka supposes with a grumble, “what brings you to Celestic, stranger?” What was this thing anyways? He has never even seen its species before!

As he considers the reptile, Shaka notices another new Pokémon step out of the forest’s undergrowth. He did not recognize the Ivysaur at first, until he saw the patch of blue upon the bulb on its back and realized it was Narron. His posture straightens up with curiousity, and a small smirk shows on his features when he spots no injuries upon his friend. He makes an advancement towards the Ivysaur to greet him, when he seems to recognize the wood gecko and charges towards him. Shaka watches with interest, his own suspicions being raised regarding the target. Why would Narron charge at him like that? But just as soon as he reaches his target does Narron stop short, tripping on a stray tree root and dropping to a halt. His mood glooms over, and Shaka becomes troubled when the Ivysaur turns around to return to the forest. “Wait; Narron, where are you going?”

Shaka quickly takes to pursuing Narron on all fours, intercepting him at the border of the forest. He walked beside the Ivysaur, concern for his comrade’s sudden gloom. “What’s wrong, Narron?” He said with serious concern, lowering his voice so that the reptilian newcomer could not hear their conversation. “It’s obvious something is bothering you.”

~*~ Tsukiko ~*~

“You got a name?” Tsukiko kept her gaze upon the Luxio momentarily, before deciding that it would be better to offer her name to the strangers if she was going to earn their trust. She repressed her nervous stutter as best as she could to speak to Jixley. “Y-yes. My name is Tsukiko.” By the posture of the Luxio, she could understand that cat meant no harm--at least, not initially. She still kept her nervousness, still not entirely sure what to make of Jixley and the Raichu.

The Raichu takes notice of something moving into the town from the forest, and Tsukiko turns to look with a similar curiosity. What greeted her eyes was a huge lizard--a Sceptile in a white lab coat. The sheer size of the wood gecko terrified her, and she gave an audible squeak of fear. The black-cloaked mouse steps (on all fours, she passively took note) in front of her, surprising her before she could even attempt to retreat behind him herself. She was shaking nervously as she stared at the large reptile standing calm and tall. It gave them a greeting, to which the Raichu responded gruffly. As they watched the Sceptile, another person came from the forest. It was an Ivysaur, with a peculiar blue coloration to the tip of its bulb. Was this the Bulbasaur that was spoken of by Jixley and this Raichu? The Ivysaur gave a charge after apparently recognizing the Sceptile. He trips up on a root, however, and then turns with disappointment back to the forest.

She felt the lack of safety, her vulnerability to the world and to the Sceptile, when her only screen between its sharp eyes and her had left. The Raichu had taken up pursuit on Narron, leaving her behind. Even though she tried to resist her urge, she was already putting her hopes up on him, praying that he would permit her following. She immediately hurried after the Raichu, giving a wide berth to the Sceptile as she passes by him. While she did not know what to say to the Ivysaur to keep it here, for it seemed to be a friend of Shaka’s, she hoped she could at least help in some way. The Raichu took heed of her as she came to him, glaring with a confusion that made her skid to a halt next to him, but he returned his concerned look to Narron and continued a conversation that had started before she had gotten there herself. She passively listened to them, but took her idle time to keep her ears and eyes out for anything that might ambush them.

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Celestic Town | Noon || Shaka ~ 27 -- Tsukiko ~ 8

~*~ Shaka ~*~

Fortunately, Narron stops running when Shaka asks him what is going on. Narron hesitated for a moment, seeming distressted, but eventually broke out his thoughts. The Ivysaur told him of how he mistook the Sceptile for the Grovyle from earlier, and how he nearly mauled him as a result. Then, he went on to question himself that it was his fault that Ponamu had died--a topic that left the Raichu’s fur ruffling slightly from its recalling. Narron did not even stop there, surprisingly, as he continued to spill out his frustrations to his friend. “I would be better off by myself, killing every infected I can find. Especially seeing as I need to find that Grovyle, and you’s would just get in my way. You’s would be in danger. I can’t handle putting anyone else in danger. Lately, it’s like everyone I meet dies, and that Pikachu and Sceptile. I couldn’t bear it if they died because of me as well. Maybe I’m cursed, I don’t know, but I just need to leave. I just have to...go.”

To say that Shaka wanted to knock some sense into Narron was an understatement. Although the confession had both quieted and amazed him, Shaka could not help but want to berate his friend for the rash words. Does Narron seriously think that he’s the only one that feels that way?

It took little time for the screams of Shaka’s mother and the enraged shouting of his father to echo in his mind--the last things he ever heard from them before they were murdered by the Undead. Then, just before Shaka could sympathize with him, Narron whirled around and sprinted back into the forest once more. He was half-expecting the reaction, causing him to break out in anger and chase after his friend. Shaka stopped after just passing through thick green boundary that marked the forest, surrendering to Narron’s reckless decisions. “Fool!” He silently whispers, sparking his cheeks in anger and gritting his sharp teeth.

His fur frilled up and he looked back to see Tsukiko had followed him. She just stared up at him with troubled eyes, being surprisingly concerned for someone that did not even know Narron before. But he dismissed the gaze. He was just about to follow Narron when his eyes locked upon the calm gaze of the Sceptile. For a long moment he just stared at the lizard, his mind trying to consider everything as quickly as possible. If this person was truly as dangerous as his predatory appearance proposed, then he could easily threaten Jixley. Leaving her and Tsukiko alone with him would be a very risky action, if not stupid. Not only that, but he could just not take away the unnerving feeling that this person was analyzing them, trying to find something out. It certainly could just be his paranoia, but he trusted his instincts and decided upon it anyways.

“Just let him run.” Shaka coolly told himself, managing to retain his calm disposition as he stared into the thick forests. He turns around and whips his tail in the direction of Narron’s retreat, scowling his disappointment as he pads back to the others. “He’s risking his own life by going back in the forest; there is nothing we can do for him if he wants to be that way. We, however, need to be ready for an Undead attack. The amount of noise that’s been wreaked around this town is certain to gather their attention.” The words were half-muttered, but he ushered himself enough to have it be heard by the others.

There was an obvious grating to his mood, however. Within, Shaka was embittered by the Ivysaur’s recklessness. If Narron dies, then would it not be his fault? But he must stay with the others; they need shelter and a home before nightfall. One casualty versus four--the ideas of making such a choice left an impression of guilt, but Shaka could find nothing else to do for Narron except pray that he returns in one piece.

~*~ Tsukiko ~*~

When she had made it to a fair distance from Shaka, she stopped nervously. A conversation had begun between him and the Ivysaur whose name was given as Narron. She did not want to get to close to them, for fear that Shaka would become irritated, but had been standing close enough to overhear a large part of the conversation. There were things said about deaths, about how Narron had recklessly charged at the Sceptile. The Ivysaur looked to be so deeply troubled, despite his tough appearance. She put a paw over her heart in shy concern for the Ivysaur, and her ears drooped as she watched Shaka give short pursuit when Narron fled into the woods. There was a moment of silence before he returned through the foliage and began stepping back towards the others. As he passed Tsukiko, he looked to her. His face was a dull stare, which made her trouble even more. She could almost feel the grimness coming off from him.

It all disappeared as he advised the others about Narron, and how they needed to seek shelter. He was a bit grim about Narron’s fleeing, but she shyly kept her concerns to herself. Tsukiko followed beside Shaka, making sure to keep him between her and the Sceptile; as much as she did not want to condemn someone else, the large lizard was just too intimidating for her to be around. He seemed to notice this, but chose to ignore it for the time being. Shaka has not shown signs of irritation regarding her closeness yet, so she felt safe to stand nearer to him.

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Celestic Town | Noon || Shaka ~ 28 -- Tsukiko ~ 9

~*~ Shaka ~*~

As he waits for Jixley’s reply to his suggestion for finding shelter, Shaka notices that the Sceptile had also taken heed of Narron’s retreat back into the town exit’s forest. “Hey little Ivysaur Dude, come back. It’s dangerous out there!” Shaka shook his head in disbelief at the care the predator was giving for Narron, and found the Sceptile’s casual words quite odd. Bluntly, Shaka calls out to him, making a few steps in the lizard’s direction. “It’s pointless, Sceptile. Our best option is to wait and see if he will return, and pursuing him will only put more of us in danger.”

~*~ Tsukiko ~*~

Tsukiko had remained close to the Raichu, her arms crossed in discomfort to the cold air of the town. “M-Mr. Shaka sir, should we try that house?” She nods and points to the rather well-kept structure at the side of the town overlooking the town’s cave, keeping her shy voice quiet as she does so.

He gives a nod to her, before looking back to Jixley and the Sceptile.

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Celestic Town Gates | Evening | (32)

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Celestic Town | Evening || Shaka ~ 29 -- Tsukiko ~ 10


~*~ Shaka ~*~

“I know it’s just....I would hate for anyone to get hurt because of me.” Touching as the Sceptile’s words were, he only half-believed them.

Shaka’s response was respectful and simple though. “Well, good for you then.” He was still not entirely sure if he was hiding something, but Shaka hid his personal suspicions from the gecko. Then again, all predatory creatures made him paranoid like this. “By the way my name is Sade, never got a chance to fully introduce myself. Seems pretty peaceful around here....for now at least. Shelter seems like a good option.” Shaka nods calmly, and heeds Jixley’s reply as well. “Shelter would probably be a good idea, Shaka.”

Sade also takes notice of Tsukiko’s suggestion of which house to go to. She had directed a pointing finger towards the fairly damaged structure on the far end of the town, overlooking the town’s cave. “This one?” Sade asked as he walked the way around the town towards the building.

Shaka looks back to the woods with a suspicious glare as the two walked off. He had noticed some vague noise, like that of a feminine giggle, echoing from its depths. It stopped just as soon as it started, however, leaving only the noise of the group’s footsteps and the placid wind. Shaka mostly dismisses it and moves towards the building Sade was walking to. When he looked back in its direction he almost bumped into Tsukiko, who had apparently waited for him to go to the structure as well. He stared at her in confusion for a moment, before she flicked her tail in their species’ gesture to follow. He passed by her without another thought, only returning his gaze over to call to Jixley to see if she was following.

As he gets to the building alongside Sade, he begins to open the door. Shaka’s sensitive hearing picks up a noise, one that even the Sceptile takes notice of as well. It was a smooth sound like rustling leather, the tender noise of calmed wings. His senses could discern the miniscule qualities of the sound, helping him to reject the chances of it being an avian creature. Actually, the noise was quite familiar to him--it was the sound of a bat Pokémon, definitely a Golbat. Shaka’s first reaction was to snarl in slight irritation, but he was also caught on by curiosity. Another Golbat was in this town? Usually Golbats live in flocks, but the late Ponamu never made mention of having any companions living in Celestic. Shaka focuses more upon the noises, moving his head ever so cautiously closer to the opened door. Could he hear breaths? If this one is sleeping, it is obviously still Living, if not Infected.

“Golbat.” Shaka whispers quietly to Sade, moving his head out of the doorway and staring upwards to the lizard. He mentions it in a way that showed he knew the predator had also recognized the noise. As Sade continues, Shaka gives another cautionary look around the town and upwards to the sky. Nothing shifted, nor were there any Undead for the time. How surprising, Shaka thought to himself, we should be facing entire hordes by now. Where are they? After sniffing the inside air filtering through the half-opened door, he carefully and slowly stalks through, gesturing with his tail for Sade to follow.

~*~ Tsukiko ~*~

Shaka and the others had all responded to her in time. However, the person that caught most of her attention was Sade. He had solemnly voiced his concern for Narron the Ivysaur. “I know it’s just....I would hate for anyone to get hurt because of me.” Tsukiko was becalmed by his cool but concerned mood, despite being scared of him. “By the way my name is Sade, never got a chance to fully introduce myself.” Sade. The name bothered more than it should have. To everyone else the name’s origin might not be very obvious, but to her overthinking mind it was rather obvious. Sade....like Sadist? Tsukiko allowed herself to stare nervously at the Sceptile, before she calmed her nerves and looked to the others. That would be rude to dislike someone just because of their name! Over the course of her thoughts she had completely ignored the comments of the others--that is, until Sade again asked her something. Detracting from her thoughts she noticed him walking towards the choice of shelter she had suggested. “This one?” She nods silently and begins to walk after him before she notices that Shaka was still distracted by something coming from the forest.

He nearly walked into her as he turned back around, but stopped just in time. Tsukiko flicks her tail in an attempt to ask him to follow, but he blatanly ignores her and walks by. The act slighted her a bit and she flinched in self-disappointment. At least she managed to get him to follow with her to the building. After they get closer to Sade she responds to him. Her voice is breaking a little out of nervousness but she holds together. “S-sorry for the wait. Yes, this is the building Mr. Sade.”

Coming to the front doorway, Sade cautiously opens the door. “Well then let’s see....” Both he and Shaka seem to notice some noise coming within, the likes of which she cannot pick up. Instead she merely stays back from the scene, smiling humbly when Jixley comes up as well. At least she would be safer back here; she would not be of much use if there was something dangerous inside.

((OOC -- I don’t see anything wrong with that, Kaze.))