The ILEX Team

Ermac smirked as the Confusion Ray had hitted better than he though, he couldn't help but laugh at the Scizor trying to hit him but only getting a wall on it's claws, even though the Scizor did swiped at his vortex a few times, it did no damage...Since when can you touch a ghost?

He smirked as he tried to grab the legs of the Scizor with a Shadow Sneak and twist them to make the Scizor fall if succeeding in do it, even more to laugh at...if not...oh well. Ermac will try later. Suddenly he feels his rock being nudged. He crawls towards the entrance of the cave and notices a faint familiar shadow of a Espeon, he slips inside of his rock to render her powers possible to move him.

As the Espeon's powers bring him out, Ermac starts forming a plan, he quickly rises from his Keystone and proppels himself up in the air with a strong blast of Ominous Wind, by shooting the ray of strong ghostly wind at the bottom and shooting himself up like a rocket, and in the proccess destroying the entrace to the Well.

Ermac slammed hard onto the ground groaning in pain as he tried to put himself back up, the cries of his orbs could be heard but were barely any audible as the main face started to focus back and looked uppon the present living. Our next stop shall be?

Moridin shook his head, the Confusion slowly fading. In his fit of movement, he had evaded the attacks the Ghost had thrown at him. He had injured himself, however. The Ghost disappeared before he could move, however. Near the ground, a small stone stood floating slowly towards the exit. Abruptly, the ghost reappeared and shot out of the hole faster than Moridin could move. His prey was gone! He let loose an insane roar, beating the side of the wall with his claw. Frustration welled in him, and he prepared himself to follow them out.

Suddenly, he sensed movement behind him. Another Slowpoke had poked its way up behind him. The stupid creature was making a feeble attempt to chew at his leg, its dull teeth not even scratching the metal. With a swift, rounded motion, Moridin's X-Scizzors decapitated it and lopped off its tail. Kicking the body into the water, he began to chew on the tail, the most delicious part. Taking the head, he threw it up to the top of the well. Let their worries get the best of them.

Xander was relieved that Ceberus was able to drag himself out of this Hell-hole, but he was still thinking about Ermac and the little Minum. He didn't heard cries or nothing but scratching sounds from the well. He then watched as Plague and Mint tried to pull them out of the well. Suddenly, Plague, out of frustration, make his way back into the well to save the others Pokémons. The Haunter's eyes went wide and he was about to follow the Unbreon when Mint asked him to watch her back while she was lifting the Spiritomb. He nodded and stay back, just before Ceberus. Watching him worringly, not because his wounds have opened again, but because he was now somewhat alone with him, and he didn't know if he could trust him... He's an infected after all, who knows when he'll go rabbid and attack again... Still, his comrad thought he was important despite this fact, so he'll trust their judgment.

Suddenly, shortly after Plague went back in, an explosion completely destroyed the well's entrance. Ermac landed hardly against the ground, but he seemed fine. As the dust dropped back, Xander look into the well, and fearing the worst, called Plague's name with an hint of fear into his voice. He already lost one comrad, he couldn't just loose another one....

((Skip. Cerberus is still passed out, will come to next turn.))

Mint grotted her teeth as she concentrated. It was dirficult for the scarred Espeon to use her powers on something that she could not see. Her ears flicked forward as she suddenly felt something- it was small and smooth... Ermac! Mint was thankful to know that Xander was behind her and doing as she suggested, but Plauge was still right beside her. The Espeon glanced at him from the corner of her eye, but before she could say anything it was too late. She had the Spiritomb and he was coming up rapidly. However, she was completely unprepared as he suddenly shot out of the entrence to the well. Dark violet air swirled behind him giving away that he had used an Ominous Wind. 

Mint was shoved back from the force as her Psychic lost it's connection with the duel type, flying more than a few feet back. She lost track of Plauge in the dust and debris that were in the air in the seconds before she smashed into the ground. Normally it would not have been a problem, but she landed right on her hind legs. More specifly, the hur one. A loud feline screech of pain was ripped from her throat and her legs buckled beneath her. Her side smashed into the ground as her feet would not support her and she skid for several feet. After a few seconds, she managed to allow a hiss of pain from between her teeth. The wind had been knocked from her in the terrible fall and she quickly acrambled to get ahold of herself.

Mint managed to straigten her three good legs beneath her and she stood too fast, swaying on her paws as she gasped for breath. Her eyes widened. "P..Plauge!" she managed to croak out, her worried mew mixing with Xander's own call. Mint was not worried at all as Ermac smacked harshly onto the ground. He must have been okay as he asked,"Our next stop shall be?"  Mint turned her gaze to him and it was aflame with anger. The dust was settling now and she could plainly see that the well was sealed shut. "Y-you idiot!" she spat uncharacteristicly, her short pelt rising and her claws slid out into the grass. "You could have killed Plauge and me! And not to mention the Minum is still IN THERE! how are we suppose to help him now!" Tears began to form and slid down Mint's cheeks, tipping off to her frustrations and fear and pain as she would not put her hind paw onto the ground.

Ermac closed his eyes to check if every soul of his was alright, it seemed that way. He than opened them just to be greeted with Mint yelling at him. "Y-you idiot!You could have killed Plauge and me! And not to mention the Minum is still IN THERE! how are we suppose to help him now!"

His eyes rolled as a sarcastic smirk was plastered into his face, Ermac's arrogance was obvious on his eyes. If the Minum is dead, too bad. We didn't got Our chance to kill it. But anyway or anyhow, We didn't saw the little rat in there. Probably it went off by it's own feet, although it would've been amusing to see the poor child being torn appart either by Our or by an Infected's hands.

It was clear he didn't give a damn about the Minum, nor he was any near to sympathize with Mint, his attentions turned towards Plague, his eyes were fixed uppon the Umbreon. One couldn't tell what Ermac was thinking but it seemed to await orders from Plague, is it possible, he sees Plague as a leader?

Anaksa's slitted eyes were fixated on the scene before her. A few pokemon, two eeveelutions with masks, a Spiritomb, a Haunter and an unconscious mightyena played in front of her, apparently having some trouble in the old well she had somewhat avoided during her stay in Azalea. Her coils tightened around the thick tree limb she clung to; they were fighting something in that well, and it looked as if they hadn't gotten out very easily.

Her forked tongue darted in and out, literally tasting the emotions that saturated the air around them. Fear. Anger. Despair. The winds were ripe with them, and it intrigued her all the more. What demon was in that well that incurred such behavior? She climbed further up the limb to get a better view, but alas, the ghost had obliterated the entrance. Damn. She wanted to see.

Still, these pokemon looked to be pretty roughed up. The masked umbreon intrigued her the most, marking him off of her possible meal list. Pickings had been slim since all of the commotion... The ghosts were, of course, out of the question, the espeon was a threat, the mightyena was her best bet. They probably wouldn't be open to just throwing meat at her, but... maybe if she tipped the scales...

Her lithe form dropped down a little so she was visible beyond the tree's foliage. "Pardon," her smooth voice called, "But I have a small den you could rest in. It's been a long time since I've seen a group of survivors... Get you away from the well?"

Rage flooded through Moridin. His prey had escaped. They had closed the entrance deep enough he could not break his way through. He found his blood-thirst die down as he attempted to break through the rubble. It wasn't worth it. He muttered incoherent words under he breath as he slowly retreated to the entrance the Sandslash had dug. Foot by cursed foot, he climbed back out of the tunnel, into the bright sunlight. After the dim lighting of the cave, the morning light burned his eyes, and he roared once more, then was silent. He had to find new prey now. He would find new prey now. Already those from the well were forgotten, uncared for by the undead bug. With no regrets, Moridin went on the hunt once again.

((Moridin has left the team. Good to RP with you all!))

Plague was tossed back from the explosion as debris flew everywhere. Disoriented, he pulled himself to his feet, his hearing completely gone momentarily. As it slowly returned, he could hear voices calling his name. His fur stood on end when he heard a loud shriek not far from him.
"Mint! Are you okay!? Mint!" He yelled, dashing through the thick cloud of dust trying to find her.
"P-Plague!" Her cry answering his own. He trotted over to her, trying to help her balance herself with his body.

"You could have killed Plauge and me! And not to mention the Minum is still IN THERE! how are we suppose to help him now!" The Espeon raged, tears flowing from her eyes.

"If the Minum is dead, too bad. We didn't got Our chance to kill it. But anyway or anyhow, We didn't saw the little rat in there. Probably it went off by it's own feet, although it would've been amusing to see the poor child being torn appart either by Our or by an Infected's hands." Ermac replied coldly, the many orbs turning to Plague for a response.

The Umbreon closed his eyes as his rings pulsed slowly in the early morning. He could hear the monster below them trying to claw through the rubble eventually go silent.
The Minun...I brought him here...Plague thought, guilt bombarding his heart as he tried to control himself. The masked Umbreons' ears fell back as he turned to Ermac.
"We don't leave others behind. He was just a child." He hissed darkly, padding up to the ghost, his posture confrontational.

Plague glared at the Spiritomb, ensuring he got the message before padding back to the ruined well.
I doubt he could have survived this...
He stood on the debris, pawing at the large boulders that now blocked the entrance, sniffing for any sign of an opening. Plague listened for any further sounds from below, putting his ear close to the ground. When he found none, he let our a slow and quiet howl.
I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...he thought as he stared emptily at the rocks beneath him, his large crimson eyes full of sorrow.

A smooth, female voice suddenly interrupted Plauges' thoughts.
"Pardon, but I have a small den you could rest in. It's been a long time since I've seen a group of survivors... Get you away from the well?"
An Arbok...how long has she been here?...couldn't have been long...I would have smelled her...
Plague carefully walked closer to the large snake, nodding his masked head as he approached.
He looked to the others, unsure of what to do.
I guess a place to stay is better than none right now...especially with that...Tyranitar in Ilex...we can't stay out here...
Taking a deep breath he continued.
"Thank you, we would appreciate that. Is it large enough for us all?" He asked, motioning towards the unconscious Mightyena and rather large Haunter.


An explosion woke the Ampharos from his sleep, startling the yellow creature. Kyoya leaped to his feet, leaping from the tattered roof of the Pokeball creators' house and carefully making his way towards the source.

I had scouted a perimeter of this town, it shouldn't have anything remotely capable of such attacks! He growled to himself, his tail swishing in annoyance. As he approached the large dust cloud, he found himself a vantage point.
What is it that slipped passed me?!
To his utter surprise, he was able to discern purple glowing bands amidst the haze.
Plague?!
The other with him were shouting, crying, all of them angry in some form.
Fools, they're going to call out every infected for miles...He growled to himself as electricity built up in the orb in his tail.
I better shut them up before they attract anything bigger...

Leaping down from his perch, he quickly analyzed each of the Pokemon there, coolly walking towards them from the shadows of the forest.

"I'd suggest that whatever you choose, Plague, you choose quickly." Kyoya sneered, a tone of superiority in his voice. "Thanks to all your shouting, there's a horde coming our way."

(sorry long post is long)

After his shout, The Spiritomb loudly land back on the ground, asking them where they were going next. As Mint yelled at him, Xander approached the Well's entrance. It was now completely blocked. At least the infected won't be able to get through it....

As the dust cloud went down, Plague appeared and began to walk toward Mint. Xander saw him and was relieved that he wasn't hurt. He then started to look around to find the little Minuim, but there wasn't any sings of him. He must have been trapped inside, or worse, as Ermac stated. Despite the fact that it was still a child, and most important, a Pokémon, a part of the Haunter was relieved that the little pest was gone. At the same time, Xander couldn't retain a shriver when Plague told the other ghost that we don't leave anyone behind... The wound caused by Ruby's death was still fresh in his mind...

A feminine voice was heard, making the Haunter turning on himself to see an Arbok. As he looked at her, she offered a shelter for the group. How nice of her, Xander thought. Plague Also tought that, before quickly asking if it was large enough for them, looking at Ceberus and him. Xander answered that he personnaly didn't minded, since he could always resting within the walls. At the same time, an Ampharos made his way to the group, claiming in a rather bossy manner that displeased to Xander that their screams have alerted a hord of infecteds. Xander huffed at him, but he was right. Plus, Plague and him seemed to know each other out. The Haunter aksed Plague what they should do....

Mint wanted to yell and scream and claw that cruel smirk from the Spiritomb's face as he responded with no feelig for the lost life at all. "If the Minum is dead, too bad. We didn't got Our chance to kill it. But anyway or anyhow, We didn't saw the little rat in there. Probably it went off by it's own feet, although it would've been amusing to see the poor child being torn appart either by Our or by an Infected's hands." Ermac seemed to turn to Plauge for an awnser as what to do next, but the scarred Espeon could only spit in fury. "I should have left tou down there!" she snarled under her breath. She had already lost him, the one she could never protect, and now she had lost the child. Sarrow made her short but Mint knew all too well that she would carry the guilt of losing the Minum for the rest of her days.  Mint turned away from Eemac, not wanting for him to see her cry. Warm trails of liquid fell down the side of her face that still had a lavander eye. "We don't leave others behind. He was just a child." Plauge's voice snapped Mint from her sarrow. She snapped her head around to see the Umbreon hiss at the ghost. His hackles were raised and his eyes allowed no argument. Mint's eyes widened. The Umbreon had such a good heart, there was no doubt about it. She stopped in her silent sobbing to smile at him. A good heart indeed.

With one more dark glance at the cruel duel type, Mint limped to the discolored Umbreon's side. He had padded over to the remains of the well. The masked Espeon berried her muzzel in his side as he pawed half heartidly at the debris that. Regret filled her eyes as she could only watch his ovious pain over losing someone else. "Plauge... I am so sorry. I should have gone for him instead." It is all my fault, She added silently as the Umbreon finally emitted defeat. Mint pulled away from him as he releases a low howl of pain and saddness. She could not stand seeing him like that and limped slowly to Cerberus' side.

It was just then that the sound of a cold body sliding over the ground came to the Espeon's only working ear. Mint's head snapped up to see a very large snake slithering near one of the trees away from the town. Her eyes narrowed. Maybe it was her type and species or just her nature but Mint had never liked snakes nor had she ever trusted poison types without a good reason. The Arbok's appearance seemed to have been a little too perfect of timing. Her smooth words did nothing to convince the Espeon from where she stood next to the passed out Mightyena. "Pardon, but I have a small den you could rest in. It's been a long time since I've seen a group of survivors... Get you away from the well?" Jer words seemed a little too slick... Like her filthy scales. A chill ran up her spine at the thought of staying with the creepy pokemon. However Plauge oviously had different plans. He went right up to the newcomer, bowing his head in a nod as be approached, asking if she really had enough room for everyone. Mint's tail straightened out behind her as even Xander expressed that he would not mind.  Mint narrowed her gaze but kept her words to herself. Maybe she was just overracting but the Arbok... It sent chills down her spine. How could she trust an ally that made her feel so unnerved?

A cool and collected voice coming from behind them made Mint whip around, hissing in fear but careful not to hit her hurt paw again. She still held it high of the ground as she tilted her head at the newcomer, no longer on gaurd as she regaurded the clearly uninfected Ampharos."I'd suggest that whatever you choose, Plague, you choose quickly. Thanks to all your shouting, there's a horde coming our way." His voice... It was so smooth. Mint almost wanted to purr just listening to him even as he had a cruel look to his eyes. He calmed her nerves for an odd reason and she did not even know him. But she still kept an eye on the snake, turning to where Plauge stood as she awaited his decision.

Ermac laughed at their statement, they were all bothered from the disappearance from one tiny little rat. For all we know he disappeared a little before the Scizor appeared. We wouldn't be surprised if he had ran away. The brat had enough paws to climb it's own way out.

An Arbok had come to them, Ermac's eyes seemed to glow with interest and his smirk was growing on a single side, one that was good at reading expressions could tell easily that what ever he was thinking wasn't good. Shelter you are offering? In exchange of who's flesh? Maybe yours? One of Ermac's soul orbs, with a large grin on it seemed to be whispering as he talked, it than moved as if laughin disappearing and being replaced by an orb with snake like features. Ermac rised his eyebrow as his orb was replaced, he than rolled his eyes muttering something to himself among the lines that he would take care of that soul.

An Ampharos came demanding for them to move out, as an horde of infected was comming this way, Ermac didn't even reacted at all for two reasons...One: He didn't cared about a tiny army of infected...They would die either by his powers or someone elses. Two: He couldn't move, thanks to his injury and he highly doubted anyone had noticed that yet.

It was more than a little surprising that an ampharos simply appeared out of nowhere, but she couldn't really fault the creature; after all, she had done nearly the same thing. He spoke to the umbreon, Plague, as his teammates called him, with ease as if he already knew him. Interesting. The espeon hissed and spat glares at Anaksa, but the snake didn't seem too worried. As long as she had shelter for them, the cat needn't attack.

Her slitted eyes perked at the indication of infected however, eager for a fight. She had not had a good battle in... a while. Maybe the others would be more inclined to trust her if she aided them... "My den is big enough for your wounded while the healthier pokemon take care of this threat," she purred. She allowed herself to drop down out of the tree and began to slither further into town. "Sounds like we need to be quick, though. Come."

"I'd suggest that whatever you choose, Plague, you choose quickly."A male voice sneered from behind him. Plagues' eyes grew wide as he slowly turned around.
It can't be...
"...Kyoya?..." He half-whispered, facing the Ampharos in incredulity.
There he stands, that snooty look on his face...Plague laughed under his breath as he trotted up to him.
"Kyoya! I...Damn, I was afraid you were dead!" He exclaimed as he looked at the Ampharos up and down for any wounds.

"Well, it seems I can protect myself much better than you can." He retorted, looking around at the others.
"This rag-tag group of yours is falling apart...most are wounded and unable to even walk, much less fight. You keep going at this rate, and you'll lead them right off the edge of a cliff."
Plague couldn't help but cringe from the Ampharos' cold words. They felt like daggers being driven right into his chest.
Plagues' ears fell as his voice fell to a whisper. "I never asked for thi-" the Umbreon was interrupted by the Arbok.

"My den is big enough for your wounded while the healthier pokemon take care of this threat," she said firmly as she gazed at them. "Sounds like we need to be quick, though. Come."
Swallowing hard, Plague followed, but paused at the unconscious Mightyena, now laying in a pool of his blood.
This damned bleeding...
"Xander! Can you carry him to the den?" He asked the Haunter, padding closer and lowering his voice. "Watch over him. We don't know if we can trust her yet..." He whispered, nodding to the retreating Arbok.

Kyoya watched in annoyance as Plague, once again, tried to take control of the situation, but said nothing.
He's changed significantly since I last saw him. He's not wallowing in self-loathing anymore. Most interesting. I wonder if it's because of all of them...
His glance shot to the ghost type known as a Spiritomb.
Relatively rare creature, seems semi-powerful, malicious and vain by nature. He quickly analyzed as he glared at the thing behind his glasses.
...and he's wounded. The Ampharos walked closer, his gaze hard.
These creatures' keystones tend to be rather heavy. I doubt any of us can carry him.

"What's wrong specter, not strong enough to make it?" He scoffed as he crossed his arms. "And here I thought your kind was near limitless in power. Perhaps the tales I've heard of your kind were wildly mistaken...hmm, pity." Kyoya said smoothly, turning his back on the Spiritomb with a dismissive gesture as he followed the others. "No matter, you'll make a fantastic distraction for the undead."
That should get him to follow.

Ermac's cruel laughter suddenly rand through the air, making the Espeon turn her head to simply stare at him. Her eyes widened as she took in the dark gleam within the Spiritomb's gaze. The Espeon listened in silence to his words, her body stiffening more and more with each word. "For all we know he disappeared a little before the Scizor appeared. We wouldn't be surprised if he had ran away. The brat had enough paws to climb it's own way out." Mint could hardly beleive her ears. Not only was he openly mocking the child, but showing his clear and ovious disrespect for Plauge's leadership and his own choices. The Espeon's heart fluttered painfully fast and loud within her chest, but she spoke no words. Mint ripped her gaze from the duel type, discust darkening her gaze. She had heald no kind or joyous feelings for the Spiritomb since they had met. Frankly, she was sick of him.

But just as the thoughts rushed through her head, Mint's vision flashed, becoming all white. The Espeon easily recognized a psychic vision when she knew one and simply waited for it to be over; most of the time they were nothing significant, but she was wrong. The one she experrianced was all too clear with it's message. As her vision returned, Mint knew what she had to do. She whipped around to Ermac once more, hearing him adress the Arbok. Mint stepped closer to him, her entire bidy quivering with fury and aggresive energy. She heald her head low while her tail flicked behind her. "You--! You lying BASTARD!" Mint watched as the duel type regaurded her cooly, raising an eyebrow like he always did. She continued to face Ermac but Mint threw her words to Plauge. "I just had a vision, Plauge. It showed him." As she spoke the annunciated word, she took a step forward and closer to the Spiritomb. Mint's claws were out, digging into the grass as a savage light came to her eyes. Ironicly, she had no fear within her, only a stern resolve. "I saw us- or what was left of us. We were all dead, Plauge. Left for dead. And who was left? Who was all alone but quite fine? Who was left smiling his face off while the rest of us bled to death on the ground? He leaves us for dead. He kills us." 

Mint allowed her gaze to leave Ermac's, meeting Plauge's crimson eyes. She sent him all of her pain and all of her sarrows, for all of those lost. "Forgive me," she whispered. 

In one swift movement it was all over. Mint flicked her head in the Spiritomb's direction and in the same instant sending out her most powerful attack. Ironic that it would be the same move that had saved him not so long ago. A crumbling noise echoed through the air as the Espeon's Psychic worked on his only physical part. The keystone was crushed and reduced to ruble in an instant. Mint did not allow herself to see the Spiritomb's face before it vanished into thin air. Mint did not allow herself to feel regret or remorse for him. No... She only allowed herself to feel pain. Pain for the Minum. Pain for taking a life. Pain for losing the closest person to herself so long ago. Painfor not being there. Pain for not dying. And pain for surviving.

The Espeon effectively crumpled to the ground, her thin legs simply giving out beneath her. Despite the ingery on her hind paw, Mint ignored it. Instead she merely felt hot tears running down her face.

((Ooc; Also, please do not troll me about how Psychic would not affect him >> That is why I made her attack the Keystone, which is quite solid.))

The arbok did not hesitate for a while as she slithered to her den, however, voices of the ones that were supposed to be following her caught her attention. She turned back to look at them, eyes analyzing what was going on. The ampharos disregarded the haughty ghost, and then the espeon claimed to have a vision of the ghost leaving them for dead. Whether or not that was actually true, Anaksa doubted, but her eyes widened as the espeon attacked the ghost brutally, and to her surprise... it worked.

Her tongue flicked out, tasting the emotions saturating the air. Interesting. She didn't think the espeon would be so volitile with her emotions, but perhaps it was simply a bad time. After all, she felt no remorse of the ghost dying; she didn't even know his name. All she knew was that he was irritating, and was somewhat glad to not be burdened by him. Still, she wondered if they were going to catch up in time. "It's over here," she called, knowing that they needed to hurry.

She continued to slither to a small alleyway near an old Apricorn tree, nodding to a hidden entrance. It was large enough for most of them, though the ampharos would have a tight squeeze. "Here we are."

The trees rustled against the soft morning wind as the squirrel-like Pokemon hopped from tree to tree, seemingly as fast as light itself. Sniffing the air, she had scented so many scents at evening as she snoozed in Ilex Forest, not only did this wake her up, but made hope well up inside of her, for the scents were definitely alive! Rue stopped at the edge of Azalea Town, spotting a group just across from her; on the other side of the town. Of course, the Emolga barely knew the area, for she had only been here for about a seven sunrises of time. Rue gave a silent prayer to Arceus as thanks for having a map fly into her face just last night as well, though she couldn't read human language one bit, a survivor in Ilex helped her out on the names. Though that survivor shortly got eaten alive. Rue still felt disgusted, just thinking of it made her want to throw up the food and water she had up stored in her stomach for the past two days go up.

The Emolga hopped down from the pine tree, feeling the wood texture disappear from her feet, now replaced by the soft wet grass. The grass didn't make much noise when she landed, she was grateful, not wanting to catch the attention of the group. Rue hid among the edges of the trees, tiptoeing closer to the group; an Arbok, Haunter, Spiritomb, and ... Two Eeveelutions with masks covering their faces. Were they siblings? From the same hometown? Or was this just pure coincidence? Nonetheless, it amazed Rue, they all seemed so intimidating, while the Emolga was just some cute, adorable Squirrel thing that looked like she wasn't meant for this apocalyptic world. Rue felt herself drift off into dreamland, where the group and Rue were being handy dandy best buddies!

"You--! You lying BASTARD!" The Emolga jumped, landing on the ground with a faceplant. Once again she didn't make much of a noise, she simply climbed a nearby pine tree as she rubbed her head, realizing that she was too close to the group, as now, instead of twenty-feet away, they were now just a mere four-feet close to her. Rue mentally beat herself up, how stupid she was to get this close! Also because of her white fur, that it would give her position away immediately if one were to look among the trees.
The Flying Squirrel Pokemon cursed to herself as she realized that something happened among the group, she flickered her gaze, examining each of the faces, noticing the Spiritomb was now gone, and the Espeon had tears streaming down her face.

"It's over here," The Arbok called from the alleyway, Rue couldn't see much, besides the purple end of the tail slithering away. The Emolga felt herself frown, climbing slowly down the pine tree, mostly hoping no one would glance back and see the Unova Pokemon looking sadly at the group.

"You--! You lying BASTARD!" Plague spun around as he heard an enraged hiss escape the Espeon. She seemed to be shaking with anger; something that was not characteristic of her.

"Mint! What's wrong?" He asked, his bewildered gaze going from the Espeon to the Spritiomb.

"I just had a vision, Plague. It showed him." She spat, her gaze never leaving the ghost. Mint continued as she stalked closer to Spiritomb. "I saw us- or what was left of us. We were all dead, Plauge. Left for dead. And who was left? Who was all alone but quite fine? Who was left smiling his face off while the rest of us bled to death on the ground? He leaves us for dead. He kills us."

Plagues' eyes grew wide as the revelation hit him.
"What?! And you saw this?! Y-you can't be serious!" He hissed, stalking up to the Espeon lowering his head close to her ear.
"Mint..." he murmured, his crimson eyes silently pleading with her.

"Forgive me," She whispered, her gaze meeting his. Plague suddenly felt an onslaught of emotion that he knew was alien from his own.
The Umbreons' rings pulsated violently as waves of sorrow overcame him, freezing him in place.
Blood-tainted tears trickled from his eyes as he fought desperately to breathe. To move.
Mint...! Don't!...
But it was too late.
He could only watch helplessly as the Espeon focused all her psychic powers on the stone that the ghost inhabited and tore it to pieces. The Umbreon cringed at the explosive sound the rock made as it broke, with a horrible howling escaping it, quickly dissipating as the ghost disappeared in a rush of dark energy.

Plague forced his lungs to take in air and his legs to move. He gasped wildly as he stared horrified at the shattered stone.
He approached the weeping Espeon tentatively, confounded and overwhelmed.
"Mint..." Plague stuttered, his words catching in his throat. The Umbreon swallowed hard, padding closer and nudging her gently with his masks' beak.

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Kyoya rolled his eyes and sighed as he watched the two Eeveelutions.
Such drama! The Espeon was right. Traitors need not be shown any mercy. He thought, growling as he approached them.
The feline is hurt. She won't be able to walk, and Plague is too busy crying!
The Ampharos stopped next to the Espeon, on the opposite side Plague was on, shooting him an annoyed glare as he picked the Espeon up, making sure her head rested on his shoulder.
"We don't have time for this." He hissed angrily, looking down at the Umbreon in annoyance as he turned on his heel, trotting towards the revealed den.

"Get inside, Plague."He commanded as his fierce eyes fell on the Umbreons.

(OoC- I guess I make a bad habit of picking up wounded women. ^^; If it's not okay that Kyoya did that, please let me know, I'll change it right away)

((Know I said Cerberus would come to this round, but to much seems to have happened while I was away, and now I have no idea whats happening. So, skip me while I try to catch up here.))

The world no longer made sense. Mint was in the world to protect others, gaurd her friends, with her life if nessisary. How could she have possibly taken one? How could there have been any possability of a good enough reason, whether it he that he would have turned against them or not? Besides, she was an Espeon for Arceus' sake! Her kind was suppose to protect... Not... 

Murder.

The word left a metalic taste on her tounge, but she did not want to sugar coat it. She had murdered Ermac. He was gone and all because of her. The Eeveelution would be forced to live with that fact whether she wanted to or not. She was a murderer. Mint is a murderer. 

The tears became unbearible as she sobs wracked through her chest. The Espeon covered the exposed part of her face  with her paws- the others did not deserve to see her. No one deserved to see her. Mint was only just barely awear of Plauge near her, whispering her name softly. Mint wanted nothing more than to turn and accept his companionship, but no. Mint did not deserve that, not anymore. Her crying became nothing but ragged breathing after a minute, but that was when she finally heard the displeased hiss."We don't have time for this," a voice growled as arms were suddenly around her. Mint's violet gaze snapped open and she gasped as she was rouchly hoisted into the arms of the Ampharos. 

Mint had never really been carried and it was an off sensation. So different that her quiet sobs disappeared and she peered up at the electric type curiously. But she was in the wrong postition. Her head moved to glace over his shoulder and suddenly air was rushing over her face as a loug clang was heard. Her mask had fallen off. Mint cried out in horror, scrambling to cover her discusting face from the Ampharos. Plauge had already seen her scars, when he had been smacked by Xander and it was thrown off, but that had been a different time. Mint had been protecting him then.

In her panic, Mint didn't even think of using Psychic to pick it up.

Anaksa didn't notice the serpintine grin slithering across her scaled lips as the ampharos picked up the espeon, effectively ending her dramatic tyrade. While Anaksa knew the possibilities for the espeon to be in such emotional turmoil, she didn't really see why. Traitors were dangerous, and though she didn't exactly like the espeon, she would have done the same thing to the strange ghost. Either way, however, it was still amusing to watch her dangle from the electric sheep's shoulder.

Her intrest was further piqued when the mask fell, revealing scars on the espeon's face. Anaksa could only chuckle at the cat's feeble attempt to grab the mask with her little nub paws that were at least four feet away. Why bother? Her body was already littered with scars, what would a few more do for her appearance? 'She must be vain, somehow...' Anaksa hissed to herself. In her eyeroll at the situation, she noticed a colorful addition to the trees nearby. "What's this...?" she purred under her breath, pausing to stare for a moment before turning her attention back to the comical scene. Whatever it was up in that tree would make itself known if it wanted to.

"Get inside, Plague." The Ampharos told harshly to the Umbreon, he was oddly colored, the Emolga vaguely remembers how most Umbreons had yellow rings rather than purple, was it something from the Epidemic? She pushed the thought away as she watched the scene unfold. The Espeon's mask fell as the Ampharos carried her off into the Arbok's direction, Rue felt the immediate urge to pick it up, and return it to its rightful owner. Like a good Pokemon. Her shyness besting her, she just simply watched as the whole group just went into the allyway. After that, she really didn't care whether the group was looking back or not, she simply ran up to the mask, the wet grass crunching under her small feet as she gingerly picked it up.

The mask didn't cover the whole entire face, it was pretty much just like a partial part of the mask. Half of it to be exact. Rue felt the features of the mask as she stroked her fingers along it, not that the mask had that many features, but the feel of holding something that wasn't even yours made her feel guilt. The feeling to hold onto it also gave her that mystical feel of the owner's past, not that she knew the Espeon much, but thinking about past events, the Pyschic-type must really had it rough back then, especially with those scars.

Scars... The Flying Squirrel Pokemon glanced at the palm of her paws, which were all covered with scars and scratches from the past. It was from when Rue always worked and worked, from sunrise to sunset back at home. 24/7 of work, she didn't mind, it fed her siblings, gave them full, and fat bellies. The Emolga was left with only partial, sometimes feeding her siblings always held a heavy toll for Rue, leaving her hungry at some points in time.

She should really give this back to her owner, as Rue flipped over the mask to see the inside of it. As much as she wanted to wear it, she simply let it hang from her paws as she tiptoed over to the side of the alleyway, watching how the Espeon covered her face to prevent anyone else from seeing the scars. Not that Rue was curious, but she watched the scene anyways. She didn't want to be known among the group despite the comforting atmosphere they give off. They all seemed like the happy family, the ones that wouldn't hand her all the work, the ones that wouldn't abandoned her. Rue yearned for that. She hugged the mask up against her chest, she won't make herself known, she won't try.

But it was like watching a dream that you can never get to.

Plague sighed heavily as Kyoya glared at him with his steely gaze before stomping in front of him to put the Espeon in the den. He ignored the Ampharos' clear annoyance.
He just doesn't understand...
The Umbreon followed the group to the den and looked up at Mint. Her face was distraught and...maskless!
Plague gasped as he beheld her scarred face a second time, with the eyeless socket and deep scars.
I gotta help...!
He turned on his heels, trotting back to look for her mask. In the early morning haze, he saw a small figure.
Plague froze, his eyes wide as he peered at the mouse-like silhouette.
The...Minun!? It can't be! Plague leaped forward, his heart racing.
"How did you-!?" He stopped in his tracks as he saw a very different rodent in front of him.
"O-oh...I'm sorry..." Plague muttered, his legs shaking as his ears fell back down. "Uh...hey..." his eyes on the mask in its' hands.

Doesn't look like they're infected...
They look young...just like...

"I see you found my friends' mask..." He said quietly, a small but sad smile on his masked face.

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Kyoya grunted as he crouched down into the small hole and gently placed the Espeon on the ground, the cool earth close around them.
This is most certainly a snakes' den...he growled to himself in disdain. As he gazed down at the wounded feline, she frantically covered her face. Kyoyas' eyes narrowed behind his thin glasses.
Her mask must have dropped...

"Stay here." He said shortly, moving to go back for the mask.

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Outside Slowpoke Well | Morning (35)

When Plague asked him if he could drag the inconscious Ceberus to the then, Xander calmly nodded and grabbed his front legs and drag him off to the den. He could have left him there too, because he's an infected, and despite Plague and the others' closeness, Xander still didn't completely trust the undead Pokémon. Well, it's nearly normal to not trust a Pokémon that nearly killed you, right? But since Plague was caring about him, well, he guessed it's fine for now, and he'll deal with problems that may occur. Xander lowered himself to hear Plague better when he warns her about the Arbok. Xander nodded silently to him, then look back at his burden. Ceberus have full trust of Plague, luckily for him. He continued to pull on his front legs, not sure if he should just get under him and lift him. He didn't want to be stuck with a rotten leg in his hands after all....

"You--! You lying BASTARD!" Xander jumped at those words. He turned himself to see Mint confronting Ermac on something. Him, impassible with his normal twisted grin and her with anger surronding her voice. There was something that's bound to happen, Xander could sense it. The Espeon talked a while about Ermac betraying them and left them for dead. Sure that was troublesome, but nothing to worrying about. It's just a vision, maybe just a bad thought. Sure, Ermac might have to explain himself later on about his behavior and such, but it wasn't their main concern for now. Xander turned around, to drag Ceberus safely to the den when he heard Mint saying that she was sorry to Plague. At this instant, Xander drop the Migthyenna and turned around: "Hey, hey, HEY! What you think you're doing???" But his jaw dropped as Mint hit the rock of Ermac with a powerful psychic attack. The rock scattered into dust and Ermac vanished with an horrible agony cry.

Slowly moving toward to rock pile that was once a keystone, he asked her: "Mint.... What have you done?" His voice was flat, without emotion, still shocked about Ermac's death. His claw grabbed some rubbles and he let them flew between his fingers before turning around. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE MINT???" Xander couldn't believe that the Spiritomb was now gone. Sure, it could have been a real vision that she got, but does that gave her the right to execute him right away? She execute Ermac without giving him the chance to explaining himself, but let Ceberus, the infected that even TRIED to kill him, live? What kind of nonsense was that? His anger slowly raise in Xander's mind. Anger... but also a small hint of releaf. Ermac, despite being a uninfected pokémon and a powerful ally, was clearly not completely sane. He was a Spiritomb after all, they all had mental issues. No one could predict when they are about to snaps and kill everything in sight. But was it a good reason enough to kill him right away? They needed the biggest number of uninfected pokémon possible to fight back the plague!!! He was about to fight back, but then he just saw Mint ashamed of what she had done. He decided to let her collapse on herself rather than deverse his anger on her. She had her reasons for doing it, even if it wasn't acceptable. She killed a ghost, goddamnit! A "brother" of some sort. He just gave her a disdain look and huffed at her. That's all she would get from him for now. He then get back to Ceberus, lift him and drag him inside the Arbok's then. He nodded his head at her, thanking her for giving shelter to them.

He then glared to the Ampharos. He was very irritating, maybe somthing in his or voice, but he seems to be a real pain in the ass, at least that's how Xander read it in Plague's eyes. He have to watch out for him too, it seems. He crossed his hands over his non-existants arms and waited them to gather in the den, alternately looking at the Arbok and the Ampharos.

((Skip :/ Mint is just flipping her shit.))