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This is what remains of the region after the virus hit.
Undead pokemon lurk behind every corner, infest every city, haunt every cave.
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Post by Silverishness Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:12 am

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Cinnabar Island| Morning

Drecht plummeted to the earth, his Zen Headbutt fully charged. In the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of the cat running full at the charizard, and of course, his leg gave way beneath the strain. With one last howl of pain and anger, the cat released a sort of attack at the fire lizard, and then collapsed.

The golden dragon scoffed. Dumb cat.

His headbutt obliterated the charizard, the attack splitting the corpse into several different pieces that flew everywhere. He soared back up into the sky as his momentum and speed slowed enough for him to circle and land near the fallen cat. The other Infected were getting taken care of,so he could stay near the recumbent form. He poked the cat lightly, to see if he was conscious or not.

"Stupid feline..." he muttered to himself as he made sure there were no other threats. He waited for the others to finish.


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[KB:8] [Unmei:13]

“Forget about Ko for a second, Kay!” Unmei yelled at the Treecko, whom was staring at the limping Zangoose with concern. “There are the others to look out for! Or do you want to watch them die-?” KB flinched, knowing that the Wurmple was about to add ‘too’ at the end, but gladly she cut herself off. Determination soon replaced her nervousness, and the Wood Gecko Pokemon turned on her foot and began to speed on all fours towards the fray. The Charizard family seemed to have popped out of nowhere, their roars becoming horrid voices to the undead. Braving herself, KB found herself confronting the Charmander.

It was miniature compared to the other infected fire types, but with a sad realization Kay was short for a Treecko - she was only a despicable foot tall. The Charmander seemed to have noticed this, and breathed a puff of smoke, but Unmei (over the grass type’s shoulder) shot a String Shot at the lizard angrily. With a shared nod, the two broke from each other and surrounded the Charmander on both sides, preparing to launch a unified attack. The Lizard Pokemon grew in anger as his prey split into two, embers coming from its maw as if it were drooling. Let’s do this, Unmei.

Barrel rolling to perform a wicked Thunder Punch upon the Charmander on the gut, KB kneed the taller Pokemon as it backed off next to the prepared Wurmple. Unmei attacked with a Poison Sting before coming up next to the Treecko again and latching onto her back. By then the Charmander (which had no eyes, just hollow holes) had stumbled around like a fool, growling incoherent words. At Unmei’s direction, Kay brought down her hand in a Brick Break on its head, before backing off and darting away. “The poor thing dropped to the ground, Kay. I think you broke its skull.” The Worm Pokemon whispered as she held onto the Treecko, whom was shivering at the thought of killing that Charmander.

KB brought the two of them up to the Persian, glancing up at the golden Salamence temporarily before bringing their gaze back to the cat. It was knocked out cold, and one of its legs seemed to be hanging limp at an awkward angle. Unmei stared up at the golden dragon once again, scrutinizing him despite the large size difference. “So who are you?”
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Post by Catalyst Wed Feb 22, 2012 11:38 pm

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| Cinnabar Island // Morning |
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Israfael shrieked as he saw the Persian land in front of him, and hear his bone crack loudly. Israfael's eyes widened as he saw the noble Persian give a deafening roar, then fall to the ground as he fainted. Israfael gasped, and ran up to the Persian. He was out cold. Israfael turned to the Charizard; his body was seething with revenge. He got himself ready to unleash the biggest Thungder Bolt he had ever done. When he released it, he realized that his attack hadn't even hit the Charizard before it had been blown to smithereens. He quickly glanced at the Charmander, who had just been taken out by the Wurmple and Treecko. He suddenly then started to shake. He had been too weak to even defend another pokemon. He suddenly fell to the ground in self disappointment. He curled up, fairly close to the Persians body. Weak. Weak is what he was. Some puny, pathetic, horrible little pokemon. He winced hard as he tried to hold back tears. This moment was for redemption. Not just for the others to see his strength, but for the Persian, and himself. Mostly that poor Persian.... He looked at the others with an unintentionally angry look. He was in huge emotional pain at the moment. He scooted closer to the fainted cat. He whimpered, and looked at the corpse of the Charizard. His revenge was fallen to pieces, invisibly entwined with the purple goop-for-blood. His mind suddenly went dark. His mind made an onomatopoeia akin to a computer shutting down. His eyes narrowed, and his pupils dilated as he looked at the body. As the jaw caught his attention, his irises seemed to grow huge.

"Damn you...." he muttered in a blind state. He looked at the jaw, reenacting what happened that day Kaen got bit.
"God damn your soul...." his fur sparked, and quicker than the other pokemon could respond, he dashed to the mangled corpse. He furiously Quick Attacked it, making blood and body parts fly all over the place. He screeched, beating into the corpse with Thunder Bolt and slamming in and incinerating its face with a nasty, high-temperature Flamethrower.
"GOD DAMN YOU!!" he keened, probably seeming a freak to the other pokemon. What he saw in his mind at the moment, was him mercilessly attacking the Houndoom who had doomed Kaen to eternal damnation. He had no idea that it was dead; he needed to keep killing. Killing and killing and killing until his revenge was met and his trainers respects had been payed. He sliced into the Charizard with more Quick Attacks; his body becoming so fast that his fur was like a whip, and his teeth were like slashing blades. He continued and continued until the whole corpse was ground into the dirt. He focused on the rotting skull then. In his dream; his half reality, he picked up the skull. He examined it, then he shocked it. He continued shocking it until it had been burnt up from the immense pulsing of electricity. He groaned, continuing to attack the bits of Charizard flesh with his claws. Tears visibly flew from his eyes as his body dynamically slashed; his whole body moving. His whole physical being and his cries of sorrow and keens of pain begged for someone, anyone to come up and restrain him.

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(OoC: Long, mentally troubled post. owo He needs someone to hold him back and tell him its ok and snap him out of it. TwT)


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Post by Drago Sat Feb 25, 2012 11:31 am

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Cinnabar Island | Noon(10)

Drago watched in awe as his new friends fought. He was very impressed with the feline, who had fought itself to exhaustion, despite its broken leg. Israfael too, who had shown extreme skill, despite his size. Looking at Drecht though, he knew that there was an underlying danger. It had taken three of them to take down the single Charizard. Before he moved, though, the poor tube-cat was continuing to attack the destroyed corpse of the charizard. He was losing it. Drago shuddered at the though of what could have unsettled him so much to unhinge him like this. He made a move to intercept him, before he could hurt himself more. For all he knew, the very blood of these undead could be poisonous. However, before he took his first step, sharp pain cut through his tail, and he let out a startling roar.

As he flung himself around, he found that the Charmeleon was still alive. It had burned the tip of his tail with a fire attack, and was no standing there, as if to challenge the Dragonite. Drago quickly looked around. It had taken three of the strongest to take down the Charizard, but two of the smallest to take the Charmander. If the Charmeleon was the same, he should be able to handle it by himself. He stood there, arms outstretched to the sides, and looked the poor beast right in the eyes. "Come at me bro."

The Undead atacked first, lunging forward and making a move for Drago's eyes. The agile dragon ducked, and pushed his arms up, effectively flipping the Charmeleon to its back. It recovered quickly, however, and kicked out with its legs. Drago jumped, but his left leg was scratched by the Charmeleon's claws. Backing up, Drago turned and swiped his tail at the Charmeleon. Pain shot up his body, however, as the Undead gripped it in his claws, and used it to swing around Drago's body. Drago flipped the creature into the air with a strong flick of his tail. However, some ten yards above where Drago stood, the Charmeleon formed into a star-dive, and aimed his muzzle straight below. The beast opened its maw, and a ball of blue fire began to build inside of it. Before it fell much further, it released the Inferno attack, sending a jet of light blue flames barreling for Drago. They were close enough together, that although Drago flapped his wings with all his might, as if to fly away, the flames surrounded him too quickly.

However, before long, the flames started to recede. They began to rise above Drago, who was still flapping his wings mercilessly. He had created a small tornado, using his Twister attack. It rose above him, circling around his body, carrying the flames with it. The Charmeleon was stuck at the center, spinning along with the fires. The blue flames burned at its skin, while the dizzying effect of the Twister stopped him from moving as he flew ever higher. When Drago was satisfied with the result, he batted his wings slightly differently, shooting into the air at a slight curve, so his enlarged wings did not hit the Undead. Glaring at the beast, he soared even higher than it was. Lining himself up with the Charmeleon, he raised one hand. He had not realized the sun had moved so much, but the hand he raised was perfectly outlined by it. The clawed-hand burst into flames, made more powerful by the sun's hot rays. Immediately, he brought his hand back and began his dive towards the Charmeleon. When he was about to hit the creature, Drago punched his flaming arm forward, driving the beast down into the ground, the Twister dispelling with a blast of wind in every direction. Where they landed, a large crater larger than Drago was formed, and the incenerated, broken body of the Charmeleon lay. Drago knelt there, to the side of the body, in exhaustion. That Charmeleon was too strong... He thought to himself. Turning back to the others, he surveyed the damage. "Let's... find shelter." He said, gasping for breath.
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Cinnibar Island|Early Noon (10)


It seemed the very surface of the earth was shaking in front of his eyes.

Nine different beings, pitted against eachother, showing their true power in a massive clash. Even the timid Furret had joined the fray, and was centered right in the middle of it. The chaos that was ensuing went from the ground up to the sky, and all fighters, no matter the size, participated.

But there was one who wasn't a fighter, who did not join in at all...

He had stood up, but not been seen due to the intensity of the fight beneath the others. Kolva's eyes were wide in shock at the violent spectacle unfolding before him. The crowd he'd observed had dispatched the three bloody creatures, making him cringe squeamishly as they finally ended in nasty, sanguine-filled death. At one point he had to turn away, but the Zangoose's will wanted him to keep watching. To keep looking... And so he did.

He could feel the ground beneath him hum slightly with the force of the last attack. It hurt his leg slightly as he stood up, but that was the least of what was on his mind right now. Kolva stood there, looking as if he'd been scarred for life. His expression was that of shock and awe, and a strange curiosity that forced his eyes to become more wide than ever.

But he quickly defied that, shaking his head. His pupils had become long and thin once more, and he bent over, his claws slightly raised. Those Pokemon weren't more powerful than him, were they...?

They were. Almost all of them. But Kolva didn't think that, and he wasn't about to let it take him over. He started to move forward a little less faster than usual, this time, keeping his two-legged posture. He looked ridiculous for a few seconds before his nerves got him again, and he slowed down. By now, he was halfway between the dock and the battle site, or perhaps a little further, and he could see the chaos that had transpired much closer. The Persian seemed to have been injured gravely, but luckily, nobody else was hurt... Not that it mattered to Kolva. Or did it? That Furret was still okay, so...

He was a bit shy at first, and so his position changed yet again, this time to four legs. He would find a bit of sanctuary in the dynamic duo he'd first met, and so he started to approach them.

To the current party of Pokemon, it would appear that a zangoose had randomly walked up to them and stood a few metres away. He stayed silent as usual, and tried to make his claws as visible as he could, to... 'stay threatening'. Kolva made sure he was closer to KB & Unmei than anyone else, though. In all, the situation was extremely awkward, and he could feel it... But the best thing he could do to break through it was stay still.
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Post by Fox Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:10 am

(OoC- Please skip, he's unconscious)


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The battle ended nearly as it had begun-- abruptly and without warning. He stood protectively over the cat, but once the threat had died, he simply stood to the side of the limp, unconscious body. Drago returned from his battle and breathlessly commented, "...Let's... find shelter..."

Drecht made a face. "I've dwelt on this island for some time, down in the pits of the volcano. It's warm and is out of the rain. It seems there was a family of charizard living there previously... It should hold us for the time being. You and I could ferry the smaller ones down without too much trouble. Especially him," he nodded down at the persian.

He paused when he saw the small zangoose approach. Now, who was this..?


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Post by Negative10 Wed Feb 29, 2012 1:35 am

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[KB:9] [Unmei:14]

Unmei had climbed onto KB's back instinctively, while the Treecko herself, scooted closer to the only other Pokemon she personally knew - Kolva, who had been slowly coming over. "Hi, Kol." Unmei whispered hotly, though KB dismissed the tone. It was a little odd at first, seeing as the grass type had no personal connections with these Pokemon, had no background story that could be retold. We're strangers, that's why. KB wrung his hands together awkwardly, listening keenly as the Salamence spoke about going to the volcano. Eugh. A volcano meant lava, and lava meant fire, and fire was one thing that the Wood Gecko would gladly avoid!

Her eyes straying from the golden Salamence, the fallen Persian, and the silent Zangoose, KB took note of the sobbing and uncontrollably agile Furret. The tears, and ragged appearance - it pulled at her heart strings, and something similar to pity began to blossom. No, she could see that the Furret could take care of itself, but there was something obviously troubling him that made you want to reach out to the normal type and comfort his unknown problems. "I'm going over to that Furret." She whispered to Unmei, and without waiting to see if the Wurmple agreed or not, KB walked on all fours towards the tube Pokemon.

The only problem here was that KB had no idea how to comfort this Pokemon without getting maimed herself. The Treecko didn't even know what she would say if she were to somehow restrain the Furret! I'll have to try... this needless fighting isn't good for him. Stepping forward, Kay tried to first speak to the Furret, attempting to calm him down without need for intervention. "Hey, Furret? Um. There's no need to fight anymore... you can rest easy." Unmei scoffed, muttering that it sounded awfully cheesy and that if it were up to her, she would ignore KB altogether. "Like you could do any better, Unmei."

"Challenge accepted." The Wurmple said smugly, unlatching herself and stalking over to the Furret defiantly. "Hey, house pet!" Unmei threw a String Shot without another warning, aimed straight for the Furret's face. KB started forward. You don't just do that! It was certainly not the best way to greet yourself to a Pokemon that was obviously scared of them! KB took a closer look at the scars that riddled its body, beginning to wonder where and how he had gotten them. But would I really want to know...?
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| Cinnabar Island // Noon |
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Israfael slowly punched at the Charizards head, letting out sobs. Suddenly he heard a cry.

"Hey, house pet!"

Israfael turned, a murderous look in his eyes. His eyes glimpsed at the Treecko. His looked transfered so many broken fragments of his heart and of his rage into the knowing of the wood gecko. As he turned, his face in a snarl, he barely saw the Wurmple. Before his fur even stopped swishing, he got a face full of String Shot. He screeched loudly in fear, yelping as he fell to the ground and writhed as if he had just gotten stabbed or something. He flew about 3 feet back and into the sand, pawing at his stringy face. He was now more of scared than enraged. He couldn't see. He sobbed, thinking his other eye went blind.
"Oh merciful Arceus.... Oh Arceus.... Have I gone blind in my other eye too...?" he whimpered, continuing to try to take the goopy webs of his muzzle. He clawed his face enough to sense the presence of light through the web. His closed eye shut tight as he furiously clawed at the webs now, now able to peek out of the web. He wasn't enraged at all; quite opposite. He almost cried in joy at the fact his eye was alive.
"Oh.... Oh thank you Arceus.... I don't know if I would have lived without my other eye...." He continued to pitifully weep on the ground. He was a nutcase. A nutcase no doubt. He shook, his tail wrapping around him as he didn't bother to remove the web from his face. He had his eye free, that was enough. Wait a second.... This was the eye patch he needed! He looked up, his white face the only thing peeking out of his tail. He only showed his good eye, as he glimpsed around.

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(OoC: ;w; He's so pitifully cute. lol)


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Cinnabar Island | Noon (11)

Drago resisted to urge to dip his injured tail into the nearby water. Who knew what was still lurking down there? Luckily, the appearance of the white-and-red creature took his mind off it. He studied the beast for a minute, eyeing it up and down. By the best he could observe, it was living. When the green-lizard and Wurmple approached, it, he turned away. It was no danger for the moment. However, before long, he heard a yelp behind him. Spinning around, he found that the Wurmple had shot a String Shot at Israfael. "Play nice." He said simply, shaking his head as if dismissing a fly. He had no time to deal with them, he needed to think.

Drecht's suggestion seemed suitable, however using a previous home of the Charizard seemed dangerous. The Wurmple and grass-lizard worried him most, as he was not sure how they would react to the heat. It still made the most sense, however. It would be easier to defend that area, in any case. He did a few calculations, serveying the team. They could make it in one trip, if they were careful. "I could carry Israfael, the Wurmple, and the Lizard, if you take the Snob and our new clawed friend over there." He assumed the newcommer would want to come with them, after all, it was safer together than apart.
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Cinnabar Island | Early Noon (11)


He'd just walked into a group of powerful Pokemon that had dispatched the same monsters that piqued his curiosity. And they weren't acting hostile to him, just as he thought...

With more comfort fading into his surroundings, the Zangoose eyed the surrounding area. The Persian he eyed, for it intrigued him. The feline's leg injury was so fierce it knocked him straight out, yet he continued to fight. But his gaze quickly transfered to the... 'Furret'. It was covered in scars and looked like it might be one those monsters. But it wasn't, and he could tell - everyone could tell. The Furret's appearance was getting less and less unsettling to him as time went on, and Kolva couldn't help but notice its odd behavior. Fits of sadness, fear, and rage seemed to follow it wherever it went. Something inside of him really wanted to help the Furret, and with his weight on his right leg, he nearly took a step forward until he was interrupted by the Treecko and Wurmple.

At first his eyes showed a bit of a neutral glance to the Treecko, but what happened next angered him.

"Hey, house pet!"
The spicy little Wurmple that already bothered him so much had done it again, full-on attacking the befuddled Furret with a compound of thick webbing. At first, conflicting thoughts of the Furret being their enemy and the desire to protect it overwhelmed him, but after a second his mood was decided. Kolva stepped forth, his left arm, and the sharp, black claws following behind, positioning themself square in front of the Wurmple. He had the desire to keep the Furret safe, and he didn't know why. Kolva could care less about anyone else at this point, but something just made him want to safeguard the Furret.

Through the course of standing around everyone, Kolva's perky ears had picked up several things about finding shelter and entering a volcano. His clawed paw still blocking Unmei's face, he began to reconsider following everyone around if it meant going into one of those. They were... hot. Very hot.


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Cinnabar Island | Morning (8)

"What do you think you're doing?..."
"Master?..." The Persian lifted his ears, his eyes wide with bewilderment, looking all over for his trainer.
"You are a rare and precious jewel, and you thrust yourself amongst garbage. I have taught you to be stronger than this- to be better than this. Why do you bother with this lower-class rabble!?" the voice sneered, dripping with disgust.
"But..."
"NO! I AM YOUR MASTER. YOU ARE HERE TO OBEY ME. YOU ARE HERE FOR ME. YOU HAVE NOTHING ELSE." the ominous voice boomed, echoing hard in the felines' ears, forcing him to cower on the floor.
"Do you want to be trash, my darling? Do you want to be worth NOTHING? That's what you will be, if you continue the way you are!" The Persian said nothing- he just curled up tightly, covering his eyes with his paws, his chest burning in pain.
"...What a disappointment..." the voice said softly after a few moments, fading into silence, leaving the Persian weeping silently, alone in the darkness.

"Master...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." the feline whimpered, tears streaming down his face.

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Drecht disliked the idea of having to ferry others down, but it was needed in order to keep them alive. Looking down upon the unconscious cat before him, he sighed heavily and attempted to place the cat on his back without further injuring him. 'Maybe if he hadn't gone and knocked himself out, this wouldn't be such a problem... arrogant little twat.' he scolded as he worked.

For being gentle was a lot of it when your utensils were large, combersome feat and a big horned head full of teeth.

After some struggling, he managed and heaved a breath of relief. Now for the other one. Since it was awake, there shouldn't be much problem... shouldn't. "Come on, then" he spoke to the zangoose. "Get on or you'll be left up here for the birds." He stretched his wings to show that he was not in a waiting move. He wanted the cat off before he slipped off and died.


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[KB:10] [Unmei:15]

“Stupid, Unmei!” The Treecko tackled the bug, cutting short the Wurmple’s unending supply of that sticky substance. The poor thing was now writhing about in worry, clawing at his own face! “Why the fuck did you just do that?” KB wrangled and shook the Worm Pokemon in frustration, eyeing her with detest. It didn’t help the problem at all! Unmei simply stuck her head up cockily, and with an exasperated sigh, the Wood Gecko dropped her unceremoniously.

“Someone had to, KB.” Unmei spoke neutrally as she watched the Furret gather its senses. “Another moment of slashing that Charizard and he might’ve hurt himself.” The grass Pokemon stood stock still for a moment, before letting her face melt into a soft smile. The hidden thinker of Unmei once again shows herself. KB watched the Furret intently too, until Kolva came and defensively blocked their view. Obviously, Unmei began to protest as if she had always found the ferret bothersome. “Really, Koolaid? I was doing him a favor!”

Allowing Unmei to do as she pleased with the Zangoose, KB snuck around the pair, and wound her way a little closer to the Furret quietly. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay?” She whispered quietly, reaching out a gloved hand in invitation back to the others. Under her breath, she added to herself, “If anything, I know how hurt feels like.” But she kept a pleasant and comforting smile, only wanting the normal type to feel welcomed. I know how it feels to let others judge you before they had a chance to know the real you.

After a few moments of silence, KB took a step closer, not wanting to look or sound threatening in any way. “Let’s go back to the others, alright?” She was tremendously small and weak, and the Furret was weak with emotion and warring thoughts. The last thing we need is an ambush again. “It’ll be safer... and we need to stick together!” The Treecko flashed a determined grin, pumping her free hand. We’ve just gotta stay positive, that’s all.
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Post by Catalyst Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:09 pm

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| Cinnabar Island // Morning |
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Israfael's eyes widened at the sight of the Treecko.

"I’m not going to hurt you, okay?"

This grass type was showing him friendliness. Apparently she wasn't too shocked with how he looked. The webs around his face helped to hide his empty eye socket. Israfael looked at her paw as it stretched out to the others. He glanced up to her face curiously, then to her paw. He heard her mutter under her breath softly.

If anything, I know how hurt feels like."

Just with that quote, he was already becoming friends towards the little gecko. He didn't know what made the Treecko socially awkward, but he was sure it was a good reason. Israfael slowly eased himself onto his hind paws. It was usually the way he presented himself; he usually liked to stand unless he was running. He looked into her eyes as she stepped forward another step. He didn't usually trust someone so easily, but this was no time for trust matters. If they want to survive, they needed to stay together.

"Let’s go back to the others, alright? ... It’ll be safer... and we need to stick together!"

Israfael saw a grin on her face after she mentioned the others. His blue orbs glanced over to the other pokemon, a curious, slightly opened-mouthed expression on his face. He then looked to the Treecko, and gave a soft smile.
"Yes.... Let's go to the others.... By the way, my name is Israfael. But you can call me Israf or Rafa for short if you want to." Even if his eyes rarely changed their expression, his smile stayed genuine. The tube-cat then started to step towards the gecko pokemon, and started walking towards the others with her. He decided she will be the first one to know of his bloodied past.

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(OoC: Aww he's so cute. <3 KB gained his trust easy. 8U


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Flying over Cinnabar Island | (8)

Her head spun as she flew among the birds and undead of the skies invisible to the world below and occasionally dipping down to find some food to eat. Soon she saw a stretch of island in front of her which she quickly realized was Cinnabar island and wasted no time in dipping down in the sky and hovering above a team of Pokemon. Two of which were dragon types. They seemed to be wanting to move the others somewhere and they needed flight to do so. Being shy, Mew didn't want to be seen like she was so she flew back up into the sky and began deciding what Pokemon she should turn into. Obviously it had to be a flying type and something that could help. A thought occurred to her and she morphed into a Pidgeot with a strange pink coloration that usually accompanied her transformations that she never took the time to notice.

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Flying down she flapped her powerful wings to hover above them, as she was accustomed to doing in her normal form, and made sure she was above the strange colored Dragonite who she recognized as the leader. "Excuse friend, I saw that you needed help ferrying Pokemon somewhere and I would be glad to help. My name is..." Her voice cut off for a few moments. She searched desperately for a name she could use and then got it. "My name is Wind." She smiled to them.

(Hello everyone(: I'll show you my true self soon don't worry. I'm just a little shy sometimes.)



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Cinnibar Island | Late Morning (12)

Drago was happy that the others were getting along again, but time was of the essence. The longer they waited in the open, the more chance something could sneak up on them. As it turned out, something already had. A large Pidgeot swooped down, hovering itself not far from where Drago stood. He had already prepared himself to fight, when he recognized the animation in the creature's movements. It was living. He recieved her introducion, taking the chance to look over the three remaining pokemon. "Nice to meet you Wind. I'm Drago. I think I can carry the last three, but could you fly behind me, to make sure I don't drop them?" He would try not to, of course, but two of his charges had no hands to hold on to him with.

Walking nearer to Israfael and the others, Drago bent down and scooped up his one-eyed friend. He draped him over his neck, like a coat, using his tail to hold the striped creature in place. Looking at the other two, he moved to pick them up as well. "We need to get moving." He said, talking over his shoulder to Drecht. "Are you ready?"
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The cat-ferret calmed down after the nicer of the two comforted the timid Furret, holding his claws well away from the Wurmple now. He backed up a bit, his fur still ruffled by the sea water and cold air. Kolva's mind head started to daze a little bit, but even though he wasn't in tip-top condition, he tried to act like he was.

The two dragons, intimidating as they may be, seemed more than welcome to lead and help out this group of Pokemon. Maybe they were like him? Maybe they were stranded by some sort of event, in a similar to way to himself? That didn't really matter too much right now. With his ears twitching at the voice of the tall-standing teal dragon, Kolva knew that they were going to fly somewhere. Perhaps the volcano. His growl was inaudible to all but the most supersonic of ears, as he understood he was assigned to the golden drake.

Once again giving Unmei complete ignorance, which she possibly shared with him, the Zangoose began to turn to where he thought the golden dragon had last been. As he turned, his eyes widened and he stopped with a tiny jerk of surprise when he saw how close he was to the Salamence. He looked up nervously, but within a split second, the Zangoose removed all traces of any surprise whatsoever, and acted as if he was tough, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms.

This quickly changed when he heard the Salamence's voice, and he knew that the dragon was slightly irate, wishing for him to get on ASAP. His Persian-blanketed back was Kolva's destination for now, it seemed. But a strange sound above him once again delayed the Zangoose from crawling onto the back of a dragon.

Quickly turning and raising his eyes to the sky, he saw a bird slowly hovering its way down. The avian was rimmed with glistening pink feathers, and the way it fanned the wind underneath it seemed almost magical.

He held his right claw up to himself, eyeing the new Pokemon closely as it spoke to the Dragonite. It didn't take long before he was fine with the avian's presence, and his face took a bit of a worrisome turn when he realized he'd been stalled once more to step onto the dragon's back. And he knew that thing didn't want to wait.

Turning and giving a bit of a leap away from the rest of the group, he landed at the dragon's side as elegantly as he could, and disdainfully began to make his way onto the Salamence's back. It was... rough. This thing had tough skin...

Feeling a little embarassed, Kolva crawled higher up and sat up, balancing himself with one paw. He lowered his head, scanning the sea environment and keeping the Persian in the corner of his eye.

Well, now that he was on the thing, that'd be a relief. But Kolva had never flown before. To those who had a good sense of smell, they would pick up a rather nervous scent.


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Post by Fox Fri Mar 09, 2012 1:37 pm

(OoC-I'll skip again, he needs to stay unconscious till they get to the volcano)


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Drecht, while not easily distracted, found himself staring at the pink plumage of the new pidgeot that had just introduced herself as Wind. He was not a stranger to odd-colored pokemon (obviously), but this one in particular had a strange sense about her, a special aura. He could not place his claw on the feeling he got while looking at her -awe was the best word so far- but he knew his instinct was not something to be thrown to the side, and he made a note to himself to keep his eye on her. The instinct was not a threatening one, just... curious.

His thoughts were soon distracted by the zangoose boarding him, who seemed uneasy about the entire idea. Drecht sighed, 'The feeling is mututal, Zangoose,' he thought bitterly to himself.

As the zangoose boarded, the scales on the salamence's back, while rough at first, became softer, like snake's hide. It was cool to the touch, but quickly warmed after extended contact, like the fire within the dragon was acknowledging its rider.

Drecht cracked his neck, and, once he felt his passenger settle, he turned his head a moment to address him. "Do hold on, and make sure that one doesn't fall either. It would be appreciated," he stated and allowed a moment of preparation before crouching, and thrusting himself into the sky with the might of his stocky legs. They were airbone in that instant, and his crimson wings beat hard against the sea air to gain altitude. He took no heed to any silhouette in the distance, for he had one goal in mind; his lair, the volcano.

He banked slightly to the left, angling himself to descend into the crevice, the gaping maw of the dormant giant. The opening was wide enough for him and the other dragon to easily fly into the depths, circling down and down into the warmth. He finally reached the bottom, ladning with a gentle thud of his feet coming in contact with the sandy floor. Taking a moment to ensure that nothing else had gotten in during his absence, he soon turned to the zangoose. "We're here. It's safe to disembark," he stated, looking to the persian to see if it was awake or still unconsious.


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[KB:11] [Unmei:16]

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Harumph. The Zangoose didn’t even bother giving her the consolation prize of seeing his reaction! No, rather he kept his annoying poker face on and meandered on over to the golden dragon, moments later already on his way over to the volcano. Hm... Although she’d never voice it out loud, Unmei had always wanted to fly and be amongst the great skies, reveling in the vastness of the open air.

Yet the Wurmple held herself back, taking out from beneath her the Everstone that she always held. Dreams were fragments of things you were never meant to have, wishes that will never come true. Sighing to herself, and putting her small Everstone underneath her once again, Unmei began to go over to the Dragonite whom swept her up without too much difficulty. The Worm Pokemon stuck her head up once again, trying to savor whatever dignity she had left. “You know, one day, I’ll be able to fly also.” Her heart drummed at those words, not knowing whether or not she’ll like it if she evolved.

Unmei looked at the Pokemon that were accompanying her over to the volcano, looking at each of them critically. This stupid Dragonite - he called himself Drago - was oddly colored, so differently colored and odd-looking that Unmei had no say on it. The Wurmple brought her eyes from KB and the Furret, her eyes immediately drawn to her Treecko partner. Without any words said aloud, Unmei felt something in her heart twinge as she saw KB with the Furret. What exactly she was feeling, she wasn’t sure. Forcing her gaze away (she didn’t have the time for unknown emotions!), Unmei looked at the Pidgeot that had come out of the blue.

But it wasn’t really much to look at. Seeing as how she was basically at tall as KB (that blasted Treecko was horrendously short for her species), have met two weirdly colored dragons, a pompous Persian, and a beaten up and most likely mentally scarred Furret, the Wurmple found that seeing a Pidgeot with pink plummage wasn’t all that surprising. “Well? Let’s get on with it.” She spoke to the Dragonite, eyeing the volcano warily.

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“... my name is Israfael. But you can call me Israf or Rafa for short if you want to." Rafa. KB smiled at the genuine kindness the Furret began to show. In all honesty, it was much better than the fear he had shown just moments before. With their past difficulties between them now put behind, they began walking to the Dragonite side-by-side. It was certainly a different change of events - but KB certainly wasn’t complaining about it!

Steeling her courage, she allowed Drago to pick her up, anticipating and wondering what might be waiting for them at the end of their flight. What should she expect? What should she prepare for? Clasping her two gloved hands together, the Treecko felt her bravery take a spike upward. She had gone through so much, and lived through to tell. Sure, there were definite negatives to her journey, but that had been obvious. She was certain to encounter more. Eyeing Rafa with a look of complete excitement, KB spoke with exuberance. “We’ve got this, Rafa. Imagine yourself flying!” She told the Furret in an encouraging voice, looking to the sky once again, only to see a pink-ish Pokemon coming towards them.

Something about the pink feathers that glistened in the sun caught KB’s attention. Or maybe it wasn’t the pink colors at all, but it was almost as if this Pidgeot had a sense of power about it, a kind of power that just seemed to pull you in. KB stared at the bird in wonder, looking straight into the majestic bird’s eyes. That was when the Wood Gecko Pokemon saw it - a flash of silent power shone in its pupils, a knowledge beyond what any normal Pokemon could comprehend.

Many stories that she’s heard and read have spoken of Pokemon above other Pokemon. A kind of gods that looked over the planet, intervening with worldwide problems... Legends. KB shivered at the thought, that this Pidgeot before them may very well be a Legendary, a god. The Treecko wrung her hands together, crawling up to the Dragonite’s shoulder and sitting next to Rafa, keeping an odd silence. KB glanced down at Unmei with almost desperation (Stupid Unmei, come up here!) seeping into her eyes, latching her feet onto the dragon’s skin in preparation.
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| Cinnabar Island // Noon |
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Israfael almost jumped from Drago picking him up and off his feet. This was something he had to get used to; he was a small ferret pokemon, and there were others quite larger than him. He settled into the dragons back, which was warm and very cozy as the hot scales hit is scars, making him quite heated. He saw KB sit next to him along with Unmei.

"We’ve got this, Rafa. Imagine yourself flying!"

"Flying...." Israfael's eyes suddenly grew to a huge size as he realized this. This was something the earthy animal, who usually lived in dens, wasn't used to. He felt his claws tighten around one of Drago's scales, instinctively ready to claw on for dear life. He had no idea the flying part would actually be easy. He then saw the Pigeot descend from the sky and onto the ground.

"Excuse friend, I saw that you needed help ferrying Pokemon somewhere and I would be glad to help. My name is.... My name is Wind."

Israfael's face suddenly went from scared to amused as he looked at this pretty bird. He studied it for a while, not sure of what to make of it. It looked so... godly.... While he knew that this Pigeot couldn't possibly be a legendary that stumbled into the team, he put it aside and smiled at the bird. "Hello Wind! Welcome to the group!" He then slightly recoiled within himself. Since when did he ever sound so happy or so bold? There was definitely something regal about this pokemon to make him so different in personality for one little sentence.... He was waiting for Drago to take off at the same time, his claws instinctively curling around the dragons scales.


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Nodding to Drago the strange colored Dragonite, Mew followed close behind in flight, her power to hold transform weakening with every flap of her powerful Pidgeot wings. She was use to flying due to her psychic abilities so the strain of her wing muscles plus the energy being used to sustain her transformation took quite a toll on the already weakening legend who was too far from the home that strengthened her for so many years. Her breathing had increased once they touched down on the floor of the volcano and she gladly glided to a graceful stop not too far from the others, her massive and powerful wings not folded in but lying on the floor in a pitiful position. This wasn't right, she could feel it in her ancient bones. Why was she, out of all legends, hiding from the ones before her? The answer was simple to her. Despite the love for her world, Mew had begun losing faith in the very Pokemon her DNA shared. They seemed so harmless but yet they could instantly change into those horrific creatures she flew through, their dead brains not even noticing the slight change in temperature as she glided right beside them, noticing ever thing they did. A sigh escaped her as she slumped to the ground, her Pidgeot form flickering in the air as, with a shimmery gleam, it fell away to show her true form.

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Cinnibar Island | Noon (13)

The feeling of the insect sticking to his scales was an odd one, but he resisted the urge to fling his limbs to dislodge the small creature. With the other two safely wrapped around his neck, Drago followed Drecht into the air, flying as high as he could without endangering his passengers. Hopefully none of them were afraid of heights. He felt the small wings on his back slowly grow in size, until his wingspan had almost doubled in size. It took seven beats of these powerful wings to fly them over the volcano, and as they descended, they returned to their natural size. The heat envoloped the Dragonite as his feet hit the floor, a glow of warmth radiating through his body. Carefully, he helped his passengers down, and watched as Wind followed them down. Something seemed off, however. The Pidgeot looked tired and weak, and seemed unaccustomed to her wings. When she landed, she fell to the ground, her wings spread in a painful-looking position. Then the air shimmered, and the image of the bird was gone. In its place was a small pink creature with a long tail, sitting on the ground. It's form seemd to him small and pitiful, and yet, just looking at this creature spurred memories in the back of his mind.

The shattered remains of Drago's shell lay behind him. Rains and wind pelted his freshly exposed skin, and he resisted the urge to find shelter. A giant creature sitting on a cloud occupied his attention. It sat on the cloud in a commanding position, not moving at all. Yet, the storm seemed to rage around in the beast, never touching it. Striving to get closer, the young Dratini slithered up the side of the mountain below the cloud-dweller. In the last moment before he was blown off the side of the hill, Drago could feel the imense sense of power eminating from this creature. As he lay suspended in the tree, bug pokemon scurried around them. Suddenly, he caught one of their whispers... "Thunderous! The Legend!" Thunderous...

This creature gave him the same sense of awe that came from Thunderous. Drago knew what, if not who, she was. Slowly, he dropped to one knee, in a formal bow. That he had had a Legendary pokemon in his presence and practically ignored her... His face burned with embarrassment.
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Cinnabar Island | Noon (13)


Kolva knew he was going to have to talk with someone eventually, and as he rest perched on the top of a dragon, he sighed and rested a little. As dangerous as a volcano may sound, it was most likely safe. The Zangoose knew of Mt. Pyre, a dormant volcano in his home region, and that it was safe, barring human and ghostly contact. The stories he'd heard of another mountain nearby were more volatile. Something to do with lava, heat, and earthquakes. Kolva really hoped he didn't have to deal with that in this one.

"Do hold on, and make sure that one doesn't fall either. It would be appreciated," spoke Drecht, his developed, red wings spanning to take flight. Kolva changed his position, his front aligned with Drecht's as he kept his paw firmly placed upon the warming scales of the golden creature's back. The first flight to the volcano was this one, and as he watched the others 'boarding' Drago, he couldn't help but be a little humored at the Furret's awkward position. The mighty dragon softly sprung his legs for an airborne leap, and Kolva held on.

They soared quite easily, gaining altitude in a breeze. The Zangoose's eyes widened as he scanned the area, the winds of the sky ruffling his fur as he looked every which way at the environment around him. He could see the entirety of the island, the massive continent beyond, and behind them, the shining seas. Crouching down with his stomach to his ride's back, Kolva hung on to the Persian with one paw and hung on with the other.

Looking into the seas made him wonder... was his home out there? He didn't know if he wanted to go back yet, turning his head away and instead looked over the airborne creature's head to the Cinnabar volcano. It seemed to have big... hole in the top of it that he had not seen before. He was curious, and his heart was pounding. He hadn't ever flown before... hadn't ever been this high before, he was even above trees! As silent as the Zangoose was, he was having fun, and deep inside, he knew it.

The journey was short due to the older Pokemon's will to get there in a hurry. He ducked his head close to his rider's neck as they slowly descended, eyeing the strange rocky areas around them. They were in some sort of cave, illuminated by daylight... though a small change in temperature signified Kolva that something hot was nearby. He caught his breath and looked back to the Persian as they landed - thankfully, he hadn't slipped and was in a good position the entire time. He figured it would be better if this creature lived, anyway... He wasn't sure why, but it felt like the better choice.

Sitting up once more and rotating his head everywhere, Kolva was entranced at his new environment. Besides, the warm heat and shelter were very good to someone like him, who'd previously been soaked in ice-cold water.
Sliding and eventually leaping off the Salamence, the white creature landed a little less gracefully than he'd hoped. His darn leg was still hurting, and he was more tired than usual by this point. As the others began to fly in, he eyed them for a moment before walking on all-fours to a cavern wall, and lying down next to it. Looking back and forth rather quickly, he made sure nobody was watching and gave a lick to his paw as if he was cleaning. He had to unruffle his fur at some point, right?

Nothing much drew his attention, save for the Pidgeot. He figured it was injured by the way it came in, but he didn't even think as to why. Just as he was about to look away, it... It began to do something.

'Wind', the Pidgeot, was something much more. With a small amount of light, it had reverted down to something small, and pink... Kolva's head raised a little as he blinked curiously, inspecting the creature. He had no idea it was a legendary, and thus, his stature was far less respectful than, say, Drago's.

Sitting up a bit more, he huffed out a barely audible "Huh...?" and his he sniffed the air curiously. What in the world was happening, anyway? These Pokemon fighting the monster Pokemon, being washed up, had... had the world really changed so quickly? With his eyes a bit more narrowed, he simply sat by the wall, watching... and hopefully, learning. Learning something about what in the blazes was going on.

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