(ACE) The MARSH Team

Vier tightens his grip on his raised club, keeping the blunt end forwards in case the strange pokemon starts to come closer. His mind races, trying to remember the type match-ups. It was green and its tail looked like a leaf; that meant it was a grass type right? And Grass Types were weak against Ice. It froze their leaves and killed the plant cells. Vier should be able to rip the creepy thing limb from limb. If it could still talk it would be fresh enough for Zhen to eat as well and he wouldn't have to worry about finding food for him afterwards.
The Cubone hunkers protectively over Eleroo with the cold of ice starting to grow in his lungs.
The green pokemon doesn't seem to care about the fight at all. Vier was expecting it to drop Seek to fight off Jerome and Zhen but instead it swiftly leaps backwards.
Vier winces at the sound of its claws on the metal and tightens his grip around the club. Through the holes in his bone helmet his eyes are focused.
Don't you dare take another step! Vier hisses at the creature in his head. Don't you dare come closer.
"Seek!" The other Eevee screams.
Vier feels like he should turn around and try to calm him but he can't afford to let his guard down just because Zhen is there. That would be dangerous.
"Kill!" Vier orders again as Zhen leaps into action.
"Vier!" The Weavile howls.
Vier's heart leaps into his throat. It is rough and rasping without a complete tongue but that is still Zhen's voice!
Out of reach of the Bisharp's clumsy swipe that ends up tipping him into the sinking mud the grass type raises Seek up so they can all see. She is kicking at the air trying to break free but her usually defiant eyes are completely blank with fear.
"Well it's been fun meeting you but I really have to get going now. Don't worry I'll be back soon~" The Grass Type says cheerfully and leaps.
"Zhen!" Vier screams, pointing his club at the Grass Type as it becomes a streak of green heading into the bush. Zhen quickly turns his head towards the fleeing undead, breaking into a run.
He didn't much like the other Eevee but that doesn't matter right now. Using the pointed end of the club to slow his fall Vier slides down the side of the sunken tram into the less liquid patch of ground below.
"Eleroooo!" A last terrified scream breaks the air then, as swiftly as he came, the green pokemon is gone without a trace.

Zhen hisses through his teeth, drawing back his scarred and twisted lips as he focuses on the Sceptile.
He can feel a pulsing in his head, hot and sickly and tasting of iron with each step he takes. A string of old dead blood, a shade of red so dark its nearly black, drips over one yellow tooth and into the mud.
He didn't feel hungry. The hunger was a different pain that twisted his insides and hollowed his thoughts. His pain was like a beating drum, a growing pressure inside that was hot and pulsing. It felt like it might burst through his chest in a shower of blood and organs if he didn't let it out. This was anger. This was the raw coursing emotion he had felt when he was still alive.
Vier was in danger. Vier was what he had to protect. Vier was all he had ever loved and Vier had told him to kill.
The Weavile's red eyes completely ignore the swinging Eevee held in the Sceptile's curved claws. He breaks in deeply through the nose to memorize the scent of his opponent; a mixture of Aloe leaves, blood and a strange chemical hint he could not place.
Moving swiftly Zhen tries to slash open its chest with his claws but the Sceptile is faster than him and leaps backwards. With the sinking mud between them and it the Grass Type clings to the side of the tram. It was closer to Vier!
Zhen doesn't hear the words it is speaking, only that it is far too close to Vier for the anger to subside.
"Vier!" Zhen howls again, a deep throated raw sound. He had forgotten how to talk as the infection had spread but the name springs easily to mind.
The Sceptile leaps and Zhen is already turning towards it, switching onto all fours as he breaks into a run. The mud squishing underfoot swiftly becomes knotting tussock grass as the wetland plants try their best to hold him down.
The Weavile snarls and bites at the clinging fibers.
"Eleroooo!" The cry echoes and Zhen turns towards it, struggling to see any sign of the source in the forest. The smell of leaves and his own blood covers up the trace of the chemical smell that was the Sceptile's identifier.
"Zhen, heel!" A command rings out and Zhen recognizes the voice, comes running back to it.
Vier cannot be left unguarded! The shrieking thought drowns out the anger. Vier, Vier must be safe.
Abandoning the hunt Zhen slinks back to the sunken tram.
"Eloise come back!" The Eevee was sobbing.
Zhen realizes he had been hearing his voice for a while but had blocked it out. His face once again slipping into an emotionless calm Zhen resumes his place at Vier's side.
"We have to go get her!" The little brown thing pleads, mud encrusting its fur.
Vier looks from it to him, apparently weighing up a decision. It was dangerous, they didn't know where the Sceptile went, Jerome was seriously injured and both Vier and Eleroo would be in danger for a pokemon who had treated them with nothing but hostility.
Zhen doesn't care about any of this. He just waits for an order. After a few minutes he receives one.
"Zhen, track."

[quote="Kaze"]
Mud squishes breifly under clawed toes before Sade is plunging away from the open plain of bare mud and into the long tussock grasses that sprouted from the nutrient-rich dirt. As opposed to the open areas where the difference between solid ground and a watery grave was a matter of a few inches a network of plant roots held the ground together.
Long blades of swamp grass whisked against his skin as Sade zigzags through the grasslands towards the safety of the Mangroves. He turns his head on his long neck to look behind him as sounds of pursuit echo through the tiny forest.
Foolish.
The Sceptile's clawed feet are splayed enough to easily gain a hold on the slippery mud and the grass whisks harmlessly against his smooth skin whereas his pursuer appears to have taken a wrong step and gotten tangled in the water weed. How laughable.
He will not have to flee far to be safe, just far enough that they give up the pursuit.
"Eleroooo!" His captive screeches.
Sade hisses in annoyance, showing a reptilian tongue dyed red with the blood from his wounded gums.
Swiftly he shoves one claw into the Eevee's mouth, forcing it wide open. Tiny fangs gleam as he reaches in far enough to make her gag and dig the point of his claw against the surface of her tongue. A clawed thumb stabs at the underside, pulling the Eevee's tongue forwards.
"Did you think I was kidding kitten?" The Sceptile hisses.
His fingers twitch and nearly draw blood. Saliva is oozing out to mingle with the mud drying on the Eevee's fur. Her teeth are pressed up against the back of the claw.
Sade curls his arms around her, putting up a fully puffed up tail like a screen to sheild them from sight.
The rough green scales fully resemble leaves. If anyone looked over they would see simply a bush.
Sade pushes harder, enjoying seeing the Eevee choke.
"Go ahead and bite me. It spreads through the blood you know." He whispers as he presses in close then pauses to laugh. "What, cat got your tongue?"
With a chuckle he lets go and wipes his fingers on his coat.
He turns back towards the direction of the sunken human tram and cocks his head to the side. The sounds of pursuit have largely died down.
Sade smirks. The Weavile's nose must not be good enough if it couldn't follow him this far. After he finished playing with the girl he'd have to come back for the boy. He had the perfect place in mind.
"Come on kitten. We're going to have fun~" He crooned as he strode on his merry way towards destinations unknown.

Jerome could've punched himself. He had fallen face-first into a puddle of mud, and everyone had seen it. Shame and embarrassment burned through the Bisharp's blood as he deliberately didn't move, afraid of the reactions if he met anyone's eye. Eyes squeezed shut against the dirt, he waited for an excuse to move - if any of them dared to laugh...

But they didn't. Seek's terrified scream slowly faded as she was carried away; Eleroo was next to him - Jerome could hear his muffled sobs. "We have to go get her!"
"Zhen, track."
That raised his head. His metallic skin drenched in brown, oozy mud, Jerome staggered to his feet. "No," he growled, wiping a clump of mud off his face and flicking it across the ground. "Not him. I'm doing it."

But he wasn't a tracker; while his species were known for their merciless natures in battle, they didn't track down their targets through scent. Jerome wouldn't see the Sceptile until he was right in front of him. But no way in hell was he going to let that thing do any tracking anytime soon; he didn't want to be helped by that filthy cannibal.

As he staggered towards the trees where the Sceptile had disappeared, Jerome once again found himself wondering why he was even bothering. Sure, Seek had been the only one of the group that he had actually found himself tolerating, but he barely knew her. Was he about to get himself into danger to protect someone who was, realistically, a stranger? Maybe it was not just his own will that was commanding him forward at that moment; maybe it was the ever-looming presence of his eventual death that strove him to try and gain some points so that Arceus wouldn't turn him away from his gates when he met him.

Since when have YOU been religious? Jerome thought as he marched ahead and pushed aside some of the foliage. Perhaps he'd finally caught up with reality and realised that he was in a world inhabited by zombies. Whether they ate him or not, death had little ways of creeping its way in.

Between the sobbing and his aching heart it is difficult for the male Eevee to breathe, let alone speak. "Come back.. Bring her back!" He wails at the trees hoping that the Sceptile would reappear. When his cries are answered with silence he simply continues to snivel where he lay, burying his face in his paws and scruffy mane. Please.. don't take her from me.. Seek.. his childhood friend, companion.. the closest thing to a sister he would ever know. Eleroo whines pathetically, wet tears starting to ooze down his cheeks. Arceus have mercy he needed her back.

"Zhen, track." The voice breaks his trance and the little Eevee turns his head around to see that everyone is starting to head off toward the trees. Theyre.. going to help me? Minutes before he had feared a battle would start or the group would split. "No, not him. I'm doing it." Now they had a common goal and were working together.. more or less. Sinking his claws into the scrubby grass the Eevee drags himself back to his paws. Ice cold water made his fur cling to his skin and it was clear how small he was. The brown strands on his belly formed little spikes that dripped excess droplets. "Seek.." He pants, moving forward step by step like a Pokemon possessed. He wouldn't leave her. With Veir, Zhen, and Jerome by his side he would get her back. "Seek.. we're coming."

Seek's muscles screamed from each pathetic attempt to flail her little hindpaws. Normally she would claw at the air with her forepaws as well but they had to prevent her helmet from falling off. As the Sceptile ran she was jostled about, head spinning and scruff aching in its grip. I think Im gonna be sick.. Things were moving by too quickly and she cant even registrar fear as nausea begins to build up. Even after they come to a halt her world is still like a sped up marry-go-round. Teeth clenched with whines escaping the Eevee squeals at the wretched creature touches the inside of her mouth. "Did you think I was kidding kitten?" There is an anger in its voice and instantly the fear has returned.

The Eevee's forepaws let go of her helmet and grab at the creatures arm, vainly trying to push it away with her soft pads. Its no use. Vile, filthy claws work their way inside her mouth and leave there foul taste all over its surface before sharply grabbing her tongue and pulling it past her teeth. Between the sickening taste, thought, and panic she can not breathe. Any air that comes in is a gagging cough. The Grass Type draws her closer, poking sharp claws at her tongue until her jaw tighten, teeth slowly digging into the creatures skin. Panic rises and she hardly has any control.
Saliva and mucus start streaming while her hind legs kick furiously with energy they did not possess. I cant breathe! In desperation Seek clenches her jaw a bit further, pressing her small fangs further into her oppressor. "Go ahead and bite me. It spreads through the blood you know.' What? It.. it knew it had that filthy sickness in it and seemed to enjoy it! Her jaw locks not daring to move any further. The Sceptile moves closer until even her fear-ridden eyes can see its large red ones. They seemed.. playful and light, like this was fun. She gags, near vomiting. "What, cat got your tongue?"

It felt like an eternity had pasted when finally it left go. The Eevee chokes and gasps for air, her face streaming and sight blurred. Let it be the fight for air or the panic she is left panting with wide blue eyes. What does it want with me? Most undead just came and ate their.. their food.. without so much as a word. This thing was speaking let alone having fun with her. So Im a... toy? "Come on kitten. We're going to have fun~" The pain in her scruff comes alive again as it starts to move. So that was it. She was just some play thing. A menagerie of horrid thoughts come to mind but she hasn't the nerve to speak up again, the putrid taste still lingering in her mouth. J-Jerome.. he's coming for me..! And Eleroo and.. you'll be sorry!

Vier openly sneers at the Bisharp's declaration and waves a hand at Zhen.
"Can you hunt by scent?" He gestures with his club. "Did you even get close enough to be able to?"
Defiantly the Cubone glares up at him with his bone club gripped tightly in his hand.
"Do you really care so little you'll refuse the best chance we have of finding her?!" He yells.
His dark eyes narrow under the mask. In the end Jerome hadn't even managed to land a blow on the Sceptile and he was acting like he could save her on his own.
Vier extends his other hand and waves it, silently asking Zhen to come over. When the Weavile does he reaches up and pats the Ice Type's soft fur.
"We want to get Seek back too..."
He turns and offers the hand not holding the club to Eleroo. Even though the bone covers most of his face he still tries to smile reassuringly.
"Seek...we're coming." The small normal type pants determinedly.
"Zhen will find the way." Vier states determinedly. Zhen was a skilled tracker, he had seen him. Even if the scent trail was lost there would be footprints, claw marks, some trail to follow. The only thing to hope now was that the grass type wasn't just looking for a meal.
Vier thinks back to the grinning thing in the white coat. No, that wasn't the type of pokemon to end things quickly.

The Weavile stands to attention, heeding the Cubone's command. Blocking out the angry protests of the Bisharp and the metallic scent of his dripping blood, Zhen drops to all fours. Slowly he sniffs over the liquid mud until he picks up the scent of leaves and preservation fluid once again. After staring blankly at the footprint in the mud for a while something clicks and he starts to move.
Target. Prey. Find. Eat.
These are the simply thoughts of an undead as he finds another footprint, then another, crawling on all fours across the mud towards the chemical part of the scent.
The footprints become replaced by patches of trampled grass and the gashes of claws on tree bark.
The chemical smell...that was his target.
Slower than his initial frenzied pursuit Zhen once again enters the patch of scrubland in the Marsh with Vier following close at his side.

The Sceptile runs his tongue over the sharp edge of his beak. It is long and a slimy pink color. It is speckled with dropets of his own dark blood.
The sun is high in the sky and the twisted marshland plants form a shady canopy overhead. The spaces between the leaves mottle Sade's skin with shadows.
Mud squishes underfoot but it is a thin layer on otherwise solid ground. The twisting roots of trees keep the ground from sinking too far into mud. To either side tall grass grows, waving faintly in the sight breeze. His red eyes noted the dampness at their base. While the grass looked like a grassy field it was growing on water. Any pokemon that tried to step into the grass would sink, perhaps to their deaths or else the tender mercies of the Marshdwellers.
This patch of land was an island in the damp. Even though water did no harm to a grass type like himself Sade disliked the damp. It crept in everywhere and rotted wounds. He preferred his test subjects to entertain him for as long as possible.
Casually Sade leaps with his captive still held tight in his claws and grabs onto the low branch of the nearest tree. He swings up into the canopy of the mangroves, leaving gashes in the bark as his claws clutch tightly. Below solid ground becomes water seeping around exposed tree roots.
"Nearly there kitten." He tells his stunned captive. She hasn't attempted to say a word since Sade shoved his claws down her throat. In fact she looks positively speechless with mortification.
Sade smiles and, for no reason other than his own entertainment, drops her midswing.
Landing perched on the trunk of the nearest tree his blood-red eyes watch her plummet for a second before he jumps forwards and catches her one-handed.
With a wide blood splattered grin he reaches the end of the mangroves. At the end of the rusting tracks is a squat, ugly concrete bunker.
Sade's tongue flickers out and moistens his eyeballs.
A servicing station for the trams. Human's had such a wonderfu tendency to leave interesting things behind...Such as powertools.
"Oh we're going to have such a fun time kitten." He croons.

"Can you hunt by scent? Did you even get close enough to be able to? The others squabbling means little to him. He didn't care who did it as long as someone was trying to track her! Pressing his nose to the cold, moist plants the Eevee sniffs vainly and only picks up the scents of just that- swamp water and plants. His own sense of smell was pretty good but with panic rushing through his veins and the overwhelming moisture of this place he could follow the trail. Flicking a brown gaze to Veir he searches his expression desperately for advice. "Zhen will find the way." The Normal Types head nods automatically. Zhen was his only hope..

Ignoring Jeroome completely Eleroo follows after the Wealive, tailing him not too close but enough to see what he was doing. Each time he stopped or looked at something the Eevee focused, waiting for him to move on before looking at the things himself. There were footprints in the soft marshy mud! The smell of plants was overwhelming but he couldn't distinguish the kidnappers smell from it. Could Zhen? The Eevee sniffs harder and looks closer at each spot- the Wealive was good, real good to spot these things that he would of utterly missed.


Seek's blue eyes are wide and dart between each plant they pass. They wish to close, to desperately block out all sights and pretend she was somewhere else but they can not. No, they have to look at what they are passing, at what horrors this thing was taking her to. Her forepaws once more were pressed tight to her helmet, muscles screaming to stop and one paw painfully pressed against a rough stone. This stupid Sceptile didn't care at all how much she was getting jostled about. "Nearly there kitten." It coos, a sickened feeling quickly rising inside her. The silence was terrifying but its voice was even worse..

Suddenly the painfully clawed-grip on her scruff ceases and is replaced with the force of gravity. It fucking dropped her! Letting out a shrill cry the all four of the fox's paws kick and flail, "HEEeeeyy, nnooo!" The Rockly Helmet bucks and falls forward over her head and quickly as her panicked legs can they scratch and flutter to grab it. Short claws barely manage to catch the lip of its edge and her jaws reaches forward to get it as well. Seek's body tenses around it and preps for impact.
However, it doesnt happen. The pain in her neck returns with another hard jerk as the claws return. Of course.. it was just toying with her.. "Oh we're going to have such a fun time kitten." Fumbling to get the helmet back on her head the Eevee lets out a quiet hiss of pain- that had wrenched one of her claws and a thin dribble of blood was coming from it. Staring at the bright red drop a stone drops in her stomach. What agony was this thing going to put her through..?
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Vier trots along to keep up with Zhen's erratic pace, his short legs unable to fully match the Weavile's strides.
Slyly he peeks back behind him to make sure Jerome isn't planning anything. He must smell like dinner to anything scary lurking in these woods but he is determined to join the search rather than try and attend to his wounds. The Cubone isn't sure if that is admirable or worrying.
The air is thick and cloying with the scent of rotting plants and the woven looping tree trunks are starting to feel uncomfortably like a cage. The ground seems undecided about being mud or water.
Vier's toes squish in the mud. Making a face under his mask of bone he raises his foot. A fresh ring of muck has risen past his ankles. Has the ground been getting wetter or was it just him?
Carefully Vier pulls out his club. Taking a few steps forwards he pokes the ground with the pointed end. It easily slips in and a few strands of some kind of rotting plant fall away.
"Careful." He cautions Eleroo. "The ground's getting less stable."
Raising his head causes his helmet to slip back and squish his nose.
"Zhen!" He calls out, waiting for the Weavile to turn back towards him. "Carry us!"
He waves until Zhen comes plodding over to them and kneels.
Vier pats him on the shoulder.
"You're doing a good job." He says while looking Zhen in the eye.
Perhaps he'd been hoping for some kind of spark, some sign that Zhen understood him. The Weavile's eyes are as blank as ever.
Casually Vier scrambles up the Weavile's back to his more accustomed seat.
"Zhen can carry us through the trees." Vier points to a scratch mark halfway up one of the twisted trunks.

The scent of chemicals has completely faded. The marsh smelled completely different to the clean, sharp notes of fresh snow and pine he was used to hunting to.
Flies crawl over his skin, digging into the rotting meat of his still cold body unnoticed by the undead Ice Type.
Struggling to process anything through the stink Zhen stumbles on. His blood red eye scans the ground and forest ahead. With each step he sinks deeper than Vier, nearly becoming lost in the patches of wetter mud. The sceptile's footprints become smeared depressions only his hunter's senses recongize as footprints. The marks of claw on tree are the only solid indication. Caught in a daze between tracking his prey and a long lost memory of trying to follow the signs of other Weavile Zhen does not realize he has wandered into the mangrove until he is waist deep in muddy water nearly black with sediment.
"Zhen!" He hears the name being called and turns. Water weed tangles around his ankles and snaps with each step he takes forwards. His sodden fur is dyed by the rotting leaves that cling to him.
"Carry us!"
Bending to the accustomed command the Weavile waits for his next order.
"You're doing a good job." Words he vaguely recognizes but has trouble recalling the meaning of. He maintains eye contact, with no reason to look away.
Then there is the pressure on his back.
"Zhen can carry us through the trees."
There is a scratch mark on a nearby tree, higher up than the others. That was important somehow...

Cheerfully the Sceptile starts to hum to himself as he agilely leaps from the foilage to the sunken little bunker. It was an ugly little place, never built to withstand the elements for so long. The entire thing was the dull grey of worn concrete and the reddish brown of rust.
The metal door must have been secure once but Sade's claws tear through it as if it were ricepaper. Tetanus was another thing he no longer had to worry about...
Sade cheerfully tears out a rough hole with a noise that only nails on a chalkboard could top for sheer unpleasantness. Working enough of his claws all the way through he undoes the bar across the inside and the doors flop outwards. A band of less rusted chain jangles at the sudden weight.
Without warning he tosses his captive through the space into the darkness below. The door was locked, therefore no undead inside but it was worth it.
Still humming to himself Sade steps over the chain. The metal roof has also rusted, leaving the space beyond in patchy daylight. Grimy water puddles on the ground.
"Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world." He croons as he shuts the doors behind him.
Turning he flicks the bar back up so they cannot be opened from the outside.
"Alone at last kitten." He breathes.
Dropping to all fours he scurries along the ground. There isn't as much here as he hoped. The rails, a few crates of parts (he'll put them to good use later) and the massive metal plates of a tram door that was been carefully balanced against the wall. Cables hang overhead where the tram would have been powered.
Those were always useful, especially if they still had power. Electricity was fun.
The Sceptile runs his tongue along his lips, straightening up and slowly walking towards the Eevee.
"Now then, you're going to help me with some things." He tells his test subject.
He turns his claws upwards, just in case she takes the oppurtunity to try and attack.
"It is vitally important you tell me exactly how you are feeling at all times. Otherwise my data will be compromised and you don't want that. Your cooperation is appreciated~" He playfully adds.
He is smiling but it is a grin as cold and dead as he is.
"First question:"
Without warning he darts in close, bringing a clawed hand down on the rocky helmet in a False Swipe attack. The stones lodged in it jar his hand but he can't feel the hurt from so little a wound.
The blow makes an impressive crack noise.
"Did that hurt?"

"Zhen can carry us through the trees."
"You can fuck off," Jerome automatically growled before it occurred to him that he was too big to be carried. Damn good job, too. He watched as the Weavile obediently bent down to pick them both up and couldn't help but wonder, How is he so ... compliant?

"I'll walk," he grumbled, pulling his foot out of a pool of mud that was slowly swallowing it with a squelch. "But I can barely fucking move down here so don't go too quick." Why the hell'd you say that? Maybe deliberately 'getting stuck' isn't such a bad idea after all.

The Eevee was struggling. Zhen's signs were becoming less and less obvious to the point the Normal Type could no longer tell what he was following. Disappointment stabbed his small heart. He was such a terrible tracker.. Worse yet, he was lagging behind. Sure, he was usually the slowest in a group and had to book it to keep up but this wasn't his fault: the ground was just so soft. He may not of weighed much but each tiny paw would sink between the strands of plants and into the water, not nearly wide enough to stay on top.
With each sinking step the Eevees body was tilted so icy water could splash up his legs and belly fur. Droplets sprayed against his muzzle and slide along his whiskers. So cold.. He panted in exhaustion already. So tired.. Small paws stopped, the child holding still for a moment to catch his breath. How can I ever hope to catch her..? The chase alone was too much for him. If things came to a fight he would be an easy meal.. Seek.. "Carry us!" Guilt grumbles through his aching belly. Im too slow.. Eleroo lets out a silent sigh. Why didn't it take me instead? He was the easier prey and it was only by some miracle that he was still alive.

The Weavile crouches before them and Eleroo must stiffen his body so not to flinch. The undead might not scare him but he still didnt want to sit on the rotting thing. You smell funny. Funny wasn't nearly a strong enough word. Veir climbs upon it and Eleroo knows he can not say no. "Zhen can carry us through the trees." ...Trees? Shifting his paws slightly one leg slips through the water weeds and again soaks him. There is no way he can keep up in the trees or on the ground like this. Swallowing hard the youth steels his courage and moves atop the undead. His stomach drops at the cold feeling of its fur but he ignores it as best he can and simply holds for dear life.
"Is she up here?" He asks, words labored under his heavy breathing. Was the kidnapper a tree dweller? Cold claws grip his heart until it skips a beat, We gotta save her but.. that thing.." Large brown eyes blink out blurry tears, "What are we going to do, fight it?? I.. I cant.." Small claws dig into purpled fur. What use was he? He couldnt track, fight, or save his only friend...


The Sceptile stops at some human building that she suspects to be its nest. After the sickening tree hopping the Normal Type expects it to climb atop this place and sneak in some hole in the roof. That would of been fantastic compared to reality. Seek left herself slightly zone out, the ill feeling from the trees and panic making her sick to her stomach. The ear-wrenching screeching broke what little comfort that had given her while sending massive, unpleasant shivers done her spine. A soft whine escapes her while a forming headache blossoms. Silently she wishes she didn't have ears.

She is moving again but this time there is the same sense of shock as when she was dropped: the fucking thing just threw her! The landing isnt as rough as she was expecting but her side still aches from the impact. There is a moments dely before she even attempts to stand, shaking out her head to clear it but only agitating the pounding further. It hits her. It let go of me. She was free of its grasp and could escape! "Alone at last kitten." It takes too long for her eyes to adjust to the lightening and the Eevee merely stands there crouched, blue eyes looking around, frightened. She missed her chance.. The dull light of this odd room adds a creep factor to it. What was this place and why had it taken her here?
"Now then, you're going to help me with some things." She had taken her eyes off it and when they went back it was a lot closer then she expected. Jumping in surprise the Eevee moves backward in step with its approach. "It is vitally important you tell me exactly how you are feeling at all times. Otherwise my data will be compromised and you don't want that. Your cooperation is appreciated~" "Go away!" She hisses, small fangs bared despite her obvious terror, "I want nothing to do with you!" Awful, awful thoughts rush through her mind. They are so far off of what this thing actually intended to do but strike fear through her heart nonetheless.

"First question:" There is no time to react before the undead strikes at her. Pure instinct tilts her head downward, the stroke of luck probably saving her throat or eyes as the blow lands in her helmet. There is a loud crtt but all she can hear is a hum like that of a bell against her head as it vibrates. The headache pounds harder until her teeth clench along with a sharp inward gasp. "Did that hurt?" There is a small cut on her upper lip where the attack had still managed to hit her, a thin droplet of blood already forming. "...Ooowww.." The moan slips through her teeth, eyes watering up already from her pounding head. "Leave me alone!" She hisses at it, still scuttling backward, "Find someone else to mess with." A furry brown tail bumps against the wall. She had no space to run.

Vier takes a firm grip on the Weavile's fur, making sure his satchel is still cinched tightly around his shoulders. The bag held his club, apart from the bone on his head, that was all that remained of his mother.
Carefully he strokes the soft grey fur. It's still comforting.
"We can make it, right Zhen?" He gently asks the Weavile as he lightly strokes his stubby fingers through the fur.
"Is she up here?" Eleroo asks. His eyes are wide and breath ragged.
We gotta save her but...that thing...What are we going to do, fight it?? I...I cant..."
Vier puts a hand on Eleroo's shoulder. He smiles comfortingly and Zhen's legs unfold.
"We're going to do our best. Zhen is an ice type, that thing is a grass type. If they start to fight we can grab Seek and run." He tries to point out reasonably. It didn't sound like much of a plan even for him. If they could get the grass type in a confined space it's movements would be sealed and Zhen could shred it.

With extra weight settling firmly on his skinny shoulders Zhen stands. It feels strange but he rotates his shoulders and takes a firmer stance.
Vier is leaning in close to him. The Weavile doesn't think about looking back. The very concept seems strange but he can hear Vier's voice.
"Let's go Zhen!"
The Weavile jumps, landing firmly on a tree trunk. His hooked claws fit neatly around the bark, biting in deeply to keep the Ice Type anchored. This wasn't the pine forests and deep snow but the Weavile's body was still perfectly adapted for forest hunting. A flicker behind his eyes turns the murky, near black, water into drifts of deep white snow. The moss striping the tree trunks becomes the thick scaled bark he is familiar with.
Even the warm sickly stench of stagnant water seems to be replaced with the frigid ice wind.
This was the hunt. Zhen moves entirely on instinct. Track. Find. Cut. Eat.
Claw mark, grass scent, track, follow.
Tree predator. Big. Hide in leaves. Cut it from behind.

Vier clings tightly to Zhen's shoulders with every leap and bound. His helmet rattles loosely every time the Weavile lands.
If he was a crazy Grass Type where would he take Seek? Somewhere high up and open where it had plenty of space to run away and it would be hidden by leaves.
A jolt of inspiration strikes Vier. There was something about that overly cheerful gleam in the grass type's eyes. It wouldn't hide in the obvious place.
In the tangled vines and tree trunks the dull concrete square stands out like a island.
"There!"

"Leave me alone!"
At the sight of the tiny droplet of blood Sade runs his tongue along his beak. His blood red eyes gleam hungrily. He smiles and stretches out his arms in a comforting gesture.
"Good to see you've got some spirit." He grins. "We don't want this to be over too quickly."
His tone is calm, reasonable even and completely insincere. No-one could possibly be taken in by the sugary sweet words and that's what made it fun.
It was the look in their eyes.
"Find someone else to mess with." The Eevee hisses defiantly.
Sade examines his fingernails.
"I will Kitten. After all your little brother should be joining us soon." he grins.
Slowly he takes a step forwards, seeing his test subject bump against the wall. There was no space to run.
"I'm going to take you apart kitten. I'm going to spread you open like a science experiment. I'm going to start from your toes and work my way up until you can't scream anymore, just struggle to breathe through the blood in your throat."
His red eyes gleam gleefully.
Quickly he takes a step forwards before his prey can flee and picks her up by the throat.
Slamming the Eevee's tiny body against the concrete wall he starts to squeeze.
A trickle of blood oozes from the corners of his lips, a bright red droplet falling onto the clean whiteness of his collar.
He leans in uncomfortably close.
"Scream for me." He whispers and licks the corner of Seek's ear.

Jerome pulled himself out of the mud with a groan, a look of disgust on his face at the sight of the grime clinging to his legs. A shot of pain bolted through his torso, and the Steel-type hissed and clung to his wound. Jerome gritted his teeth as he watched Veir, Zhen and Eleroo disappear into the distance, their forms swallowed by the greenery.

Jerome blinked as he looked down at his bleeding belly. He knew where his priorities lay, and they certainly weren't with a group of strangers and their pet zombie.

He turned and squelched off into the forest, not looking back. It seemed that his heart would never be defrosted ... and he was fine with that.

The sickly Eevee digs his claws into the short grey fur. He prayed it didn't provoke the Weavile- Its hard to grip when you dont have any thumbs. What if we are too late already.. Why did it take her away? Most undead just.. killed and ate at the scene.. To torture us.. keep my hopes up? What if she was already gone... or it was feeding something or.. the dark thoughts swirl in the childs mind until the soft touch of a hand snaps him out of it. "We're going to do our best. Zhen is an ice type, that thing is a grass type. If they start to fight we can grab Seek and run."
An undead verses an undead.. and they had the type advantage, that was good, right? The two would fight on primal instinct and be too wrapped up in it to notice the rescue in process. As long has they had Zhen they could do this. We're... going to save her..

The male Eevee finds himself zoning out, the curling of his claws just a subconscious act now. The Wealive was going so fast.. this was nothing like following along on the ground. No wonder that thing got so far ahead of us. Could they catch up? It has to stop at some point.. Did it live out here? With so many plants and foliage about this was the perfect place for some plant beast. "There!" The Cubone seemed to be the only thing to get his attention.. Im getting tired.. this.. this bad.. Swallowing dryly the Eevee looks along the line of the Ground Types arm. There is a dirty looking building being taken over by plants. "There, are you sure?" That was the last thing he would of thought of for the undeads lair. It was.. unnatural. "Lets go!"


"Good to see you've got some spirit." Seek only hisses louder, drawing her lips back so even her pink gums were exposed. "We don't want this to be over too quickly." "What is 'this'? Being a freak!" Lip stinging the Eevee angles her head down, making sure the helmet guarded her bright blue eyes.
"I will Kitten. After all your little brother should be joining us soon." Huh.. brother? She had no siblings. What was it- ashamed of herself for not coming to the conclusion instantly her pelt flashes from hot shame to cold dread. "You leave him out of this!" she spits with tiny fangs bared. Jerome would save her..! but, but Eleroo was so slow.. No, no Eleroo was safe. He was a scardy cat and would find somewhere to hide while looking for her. A low growl rumbles in her throat, dirty soft fur puffing up as much as it can. "Thought I was your play thing." The thing moves closer. "I'm going to take you apart kitten. I'm going to spread you open like a science experiment. I'm going to start from your toes and work my way up until you can't scream anymore, just struggle to breathe through the blood in your throat."
"Screw you!" The vulpine yowls though her body denies brave tone. Fluffed up and shaking from her paws up the Eevee stares wide-eyed at the demon before her. She was in trouble. She was in deep trouble. What was a science experiment? The closest thing she knew of was all the vitamins and pills Eleroo had been forced to take. It didnt matter. She had to get away. The door was till open, maybe if she- slam. There isnt even a chance to think before the thing is back on her,

Her head collides with the cement wall behind her, blurring her vision for several moments. Frozen in shock its only when the image of the Sceptile comes back into focus that she panics. "Scream for me." A stomach-churning shiver creeps through her pelt at the icy touch of its tongue. She wanted to scream, she needed to scream her heart out, but couldn't. There was too much pressure on her throat, not enough air entering her lungs. All the Eevee can make is tiny almost pop-like gasps for air. Her hindpaws peddle against the air while her forepaws press and claw at its wrist in vein. It wasn't working... Black splotches creep at the edges of her vision, blocking out some of the Sceptiles horrid visage but causing a new wave of panic to come over her.
The slimy water and mud on her pelt had dried into dirty spikes and Seek could only pray that it wouldn't hinder her attack. Steeling herself as best she can the Eevee builds up what little static electricity is in her fur. Even if it wasn't very effective it had to work as she lets her Hidden Power free.

Vier tugs at the Weavile's feathery ear in an attempt to get his attention. The undead's head turns sharply to the side and they start to descend.
"There, are you sure?" Eleroo sounds and looks uncomfortable.
Vier wonders if it is because he's worried about Seek or because he's not used to climbing on Zhen as he was. His claws seem to be digging in pretty tightly. That didn't matter though, Zhen couldn't feel a small thing like that.
Either way it seemed Eleroo had worked up some courage. Vier quite liked the tan-furred Eevee. He had been willing to listen instead of abandon them to the undead and now he was showing commendable bravery.
"Lets go!"
With a soft sigh to himself the Cubone wraps his arms tightly around the Weavile's neck. He wasn't sure that Zhen even needed to breathe but he seems to be breathing more heavily. It can't be because of the weight, Zhen never noticed things like that for long.
As his head turns towards the concrete block in the marshland Vier sees his pupil has dilated.
"Are you getting hungry?" He quietly asks the undead.
There is no reply. There was never any reply.
"You can eat soon. You can tear into that grass type and eat him all up." Vier smiles and runs his short fingers through the soft fur on the Weavile's head.
He had caught the scent. It wouldn't be long until all hell broke loose.

Zhen's crescent shaped claws twitched. He inhales deeply through his nose and out through his mouth. His teeth like splinters of light gleam beneath their thin coating of blood. He has the scent now. Before it had been tangled up in similar heavy smells of decay and vegetation but now he had caught the strange chemical tang that characterized his prey.
He was hungry now. It hurt in his stomach, more like a physical wound than any natural hunger. His limbs were numb, his head was numb. The pain was centered in his midriff. It was the only pain he truly felt anymore.
The Weavile's blood red eyes dilate. He starts to pant. Vier's last order is still ringing in his head, erasing the pallid babble of Vier's current words.
Kill it. Eat it!
Ignoring the weight on his back Zhen leaps down to the thick grass surrounding the concrete box. Tiny bits of rusting metal peek through the long grass, remnants of rails back when this station would have been in use. Now it was covered in spots of rust and the bright paint had faded and peeled. Vines overgrown from the nearby trees looped over it and hid it from easy sight.
There is nothing here to indicate it has been touched since the human abandoned it. Nothing but the rotted leaf and chemical scent Zhen picks up from the holes in the rusted metal.

The Sceptile grins. His mouth opens at the strangled gasps for breath. His claws tighten, nearly cutting through the skin and a tiny whimper of pleasure oozes from between his jaws.
This is so very exciting. He can feel the bubbling warm sensation of pure fun starting to fill him.
This is how he liked his prey. Defiant at first, unable to accept their fate. The true pleasure of these moments was in breaking them.
It was easy enough to just squeeze and squeeze...
A sudden crackling pain runs up his arm to his wounded chest. His muscles contract with the energy and his jaws click together.
Angrily he flings the Eevee across the room. Putting his claws in his mouth he sucks at the tiny electric burns that now speckle his hand.
Instead of a whimper of pain a tiny chuckle creeps past his fingers. The chuckle grows inside him, shoulders starting to shake, until it is a full-blown laugh. He throws back his shoulders and laughs loudly at the broken ceiling.
"That hurt!"
Oh he is getting far too excited! Sade draws in a breath and exhales it slowly in a long feral hiss.
"It's been so long since something last hurt me! Oh, I'm getting shivers." He wraps his arms around himself and grins widely.
Once again he moves from a self-absorbed ecstasy to a violent rage.
"Come on, try it again!" He screeches.
His claws come down hard on the Eevee's helmet. It rings from the force of the blow as he strikes down with both hands.
"Come on!" He shrieks happily.
He kicks the tan furred Eevee hard and starts to rain blows down on her. The Helmet rings and he draws back one hand glowing with a cutting edge.
His red eyes glitter with excitement as he brings the Crush Claw down with an audible crack.

Whispers fluttered across the musty leaves of the swamps canopy of trees. Fresh decay carried itself on the breeze, assaulting the nostrils of the recently infected Galvantula as she scurried across cobwebs decorating the marshes large trees. Toxic Shock's fur bristled with building static as she reconized the sickly scent of rotting flesh. Others with the sickness were here, close by too. Pedipalps clacking together the Elespider hissed, crawling hastily towards the origin of the disgusting odor through the thick plant life of the swamp. Easily avoiding the mud, the disturbed Galvantula clammered up the side of an abandoned human building. Hatred for humanity boiled like heated iron as her clawed toes dug into the side of the concrete building. Muffled voices came from inside causing Toxic Shock's curiousity grow. Peeking in through a simple multiplated plexi-glass window, the Elespider's rage grew at the site of a clearly ill Sceptile hurting a young Eevee came into view.

Bile rose in the females hidden mouth. Such a despicable beast to attack innocent children that oversized plant lizard was. Intense rage washed over the infected Galvantula as she clammered over the foliage towards the back of the man made structure. Electricity continued to build in Toxic Shock's fur as she made her way towards an unfortified wooden door. "How pointless to make a sturdy shelter only to give it a paper door," the aggrivited Elespider hissed, clicking her mandibles together. With disgust and fury Toxi easily splintered the wooden blockade with her front claws before skittering inside the building. Finding her target was not a difficult task, with six eyes and a decent sense of smell the motherly Galvantula soon locked onto her target. The sick grass dinosaur was even more revolting up close as blood dripped over its sharp beak, filling the stale, swampy air with the scent of decay. 

A painful crack filled the Elespider's non-existant ears, clouding her remaining judgement in a haze of unadulterated fury. Toxic Shock barred the entrance she had just come through with an electrified webbing, leaving only one other escape for the vile, child hunting monster. Rising up on her hind legs to make herself appear larger and more intimidating, Toxic Shock rushed forward in blind rage, pedipalps cracking together as the air about the tarantula like Pokemon thickens with sparking static electricity. "Leave the child alone and pick on someone your own size!" Toxi snarled at Sade as she lunged. Despite her rage fueled haze, Toxic Shock was still well aware of the danger unleashing an Electro Web or Thunder on the Sceptile could be. Instead she settled for Bug Bite, her powerful jaws sinking into the lizards leg if only for an instant before she recoiled at the foul taste. 

It might not have done a large amount of damage to the nasty beast but Toxic Shock wasn't trying to kill it outright, not yet at least. She simply desired to distract it from its assault on the young Eevee. Rearing up again the Elespider braced for a counter attack from Sade with a determined expression in all six of her eyes. This monster would injure the children no more, not if Toxi had anything to say about it.

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(Kaze has given me permission for Toxic Shock to use Bug Bite on Sade. Let me know if I need to edit anything. Looking forward to spending time on this team.)

It worked, it worked! The Sceptiles fingers loosen for a mere moment before tightening once more, a loud choke coming from the teased Eevee before being chucked across the room. Oxygen-starved she has no strength to fight or attempt to soften her landing as she skids across a dirty table. Arbitrary objects of all sorts are thrown to the ground, a glass cup breaks as she tumbles over it and to the floor. The world was spinning but there is finally a moment to suck in a sweet lungful of air while her teeth clench in pain. ..run you idiot. With sluggish strokes of her paws the kit bats the air aimlessly, too disorientated to stand. A kick of her hindpaw tilts her over onto her shoulder and Seek immediately squeals in pain. Eyes snapping to the source shock floods her thoughts as she sees the blood pouring from behind her shoulder, a large piece of glass falling from the wound and clattering to the ground.

Breathless pants turn to panicked ones. It hadnt even tried to hurt her that time and yet it did more damage then she had! I cant beat this thing.. A disturbed cackling comes to ear and the youths blood turns to ice. "That hurt!" Why was it laughing?! What was funny about that?? The crazed look in its eyes, the smile on its face.. It was insane. It was straight up insane. A real nutjob from a loony bin and she had become its unfortunate prey. "That hurt!" She hisses as it does, unable to hide her own panic. Im so screwed. Scrambling to her paws, pain firing from her shoulder, the Eevee doesnt take her eyes off the Grass Type. "It's been so long since something last hurt me! Oh, I'm getting shivers." It enjoyed that? Oh gods it was getting closer again. Scuttling backward Seek makes no ground, held in place by papers beneath her that fly forward with each step she takes. Dammit! "Come on, try it again!" Curling into a tight ball her entire form shakes as a hard blow hits her only defense- her helmet. Head pounding and skull aching sound muffles over, only the vibration of her helmet becoming audible as it rings in her ears. Why couldnt it of just eaten me..

It strikes again and again, her thoughts drifting away as a haze comes over her. Bang. If it didnt smash her skull in first.. Bang. It would surely hit her somewhere less vulnerable then her face. Bang. Im gonna die here. "Come on!" CRACK. What was that? Her skull? Her brains, her life? The little awareness she had through the haze lets the Eevee feel the warm blood running down her face.


They stop before some ancient looking building. Plants, climbers and other vegetation have overtaken it after all the year of neglect. The child sniffs, not to inhale the deep planty scent that clings heavy to the air but to squash down his sadness and tears. Seek was in here? Even the soft, squishy ground can not hold his paws down. They shift uncomfortably, a sudden spurt of energy coming to him with the anticipation. They had to go, they had to hurry! What if she needed them right now. The Weavile is sniffing around, probably looking for something important, but the child can not wait. His paws move even more, lifting higher and sinking lower with each step. There wasn't time for this! An odd color catches his eye, out of place against the very green, brown, and grey background. Orange? Squinting to get a better look Eleroo gasps as it comes into focus, a Charizard burning the very building Seek was said to be in! No, you cant!

He cant wait around any longer. Hunches wiggling without a thought the Eevee goes bursting into the building, barreling through the Sceptile-sized hole in door with ease. "Seek!" He yowls, sprinting down the stairs and forcing his eyes to take in the horrible sights: The Grass thing was in here as well as a gigantic spider. Was it trying to feed her to the spider?? No! There is reddish spot on the ceiling as it heats up, the Charizard would be here any moment to burn them to death. Oh Arceus there wasnt enough time to dilly dally. Seek, Seek, where is Seek! There! On the ground by the Sceptile is a little scrap of brown fur with.. blood?? No.. no we cant be too late! Scurrying down the steps and across the ground the kit skids to a halt before his friend. "Seek!" He gapes, shaky vision locking on the wounds on both her shoulder and forehead. Her fur was so dirty, helmet broken, bleeding... Only the soft rise and fall of her flank tells him she alive, the distant look in her slitted blue eyes a lie. Prodding her side he can feel the warm crimson stain his pads. A fist closes around his heart.

She was hurt. She was hurt! Eleroo starts to shake, not in fear or sorrow but something else entirely. The brown fox turns on the spot staring down the Sceptile with a new spark in his eye. "You.. you hurt her!" He barks, tiny claws sliding out. "You hurt Seek!" Purple-with-red splotchy bile builds in the back of his throat, a low uncharacteristically dark growl bubbling through it. "Ele.. roo.." The female whines behind him but the male Eevee does not hear. "How could you!" With a thrust of his head Eleroo spits the foul Toxic at the Grass Type and charges. Sure he was small and weak, sure he would probably get himself killed, but he wouldn't stand for this!

"Seek!"
"Don't run ahead!" Vier calls out in a panic as he struggles down from Zhen's shoulders.
"You don't know if she's safe!"
The tiny normal type is desperate though and completely ignores the cubone.
Zhen growls deep in his throat, already turning to track the moving target. Vier grabs one red ear and pulls hard, forcibly turning the Weavile's head away. He jabs his club into the hole in the rusted door. It clinks on metal and the door opens all the way.
Vier fires an Ice Beam blindly into the darkness. It hits the opposite wall and crackles as it freezes the innocent patch of concrete beneath a layer of ice. The gleam of the move illuminates the scene in front of him. Something large has landed on the roof, he can see claws digging through it and the fading glow of a great heat. The Sceptile is backing away with claws raised aggressively from a massive bug type and on the floor is...
"Seek!" Eleroo wails as he catches sight of the other Eevee.
There's debris scattered around her from where she has been thrown hard against a table. Vier can see glass and swallows hard.
There's blood trickling over the floor.
"You.. you hurt her!" Eleroo nearly screams at the Sceptile. Despite the other danger's in the room he seems to have eyes only for the grass type. Vier is shocked. The little Eevee had always been so calm, now he had snapped and was challenging a stronger pokemon over twice his size.
"You hurt Seek!" His growl bubbles and Vier feels another stab of concern for him.
"Ele.. roo.." Seek whines.
"How could you!" Eleroo spits a blob of a liquid Vier guesses is poisonous at the Sceptile's still smirking face.

Zhen's ears twitch as he shoulders aside the metal doors. There is a multitude of sights and sounds but they pale in comparison to the smell that runs straight from his nose to his stomach.
Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood. Bloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodblood!
Pulling down the bandages from his scarred and twisted face the ice type hisses. His teeth gleam under the thin layer of red. His exposed claws flex and turn to show their cutting edge.
He crouches low against the ground briefly then leaps at the closest moving thing.
"Zhen no!" A voice says and he feels something clinging at his leg.
Without looking down he kicks it away. The metal door rings like a gong as the thing hits it and the undead Weavile leaps forwards.
With a feral hiss his claws crave through the old table in an attempt to reach the scent of blood.
Both exposed eyes gleam the bright red of a true undead. There are two standing between him and his prey.
Putting himself between the blood scent and his opponents he declares his intentions with a deep rumbling growl before he leaps forwards with intent to slice both of them to ribbons. Something wet splashes his shoulder and runs down his back, unnoticed in the heat of the moment.

((OOC: Zhen is on a rampage now and just got in the way of the Toxic attack.))

The Sceptile's grin only gets wider as his test subject slumps under his blows, apparently unable to fight any more.
"Not so feisty any more are you kitten? He says with a smirk as he raises his claw for another False Swipe.
The noise of splintering wood makes him pause. In the next moment a massive bug type is forcing its way through the noticed side door, fur sparking with electricity as it rushes him.
"Leave the child alone and pick on someone your own size!" It snarls and lunges at him.
It sinks its fangs into the meat of his thigh, the attack causing a tiny spark of delightful pain as it punctures the skin. It lets go before the bright blood starts welling up.
"And here I thought spiders ate their own young." Sade snarls under his breath as he is forcibly dragged from his fun.
Sade hisses at the spider and fans out his tail in an attempt to look intimidating. He holds his bladed arms at right angles ready for a slash.
"This is mine place!" He snarls at the Galvantula, hoping to scare it off so he can continue his experiment. However the massive spider does not appear deterred and there is a noise from the door.
Quickly Sade jerks his head towards it, noting a spot of heat on the roof as he does so. Curses, he always got too caught up in his fun. His position's been compromised.
"Seek!" The brown-furred kit skitters in.
For a moment he stands shocked at the matted bloody fur of his sibling. Sade finds himself tempted to lob a Leech Seed at the already frail looking child and let nature run its course. The presence of the Cubone and his barely-contained undead pet stops him from making a move. He was already outnumbered.
"You.. you hurt her!" Sade blinks cooly at the sudden burst of hostility in his eyes. "You hurt Seek!"
"Sure did." Sade replies unabashed.
"Ele.. roo.." His test subject whimpers.
Still alive. Pity it didn't look like he'd get to finish the job.
"How could you!"
"Quite easily actually." Sade replies before he realizes the Eevee has launched a Toxic attack. He is expecting the poisonous liquid to hit head-on while he is confined in the small space but instead it impacts the shoulder of the charging Weavile. The tips of its claws gouge into his shoulder. His labcoat tears and so does the skin beneath it. Its red eyes are angry but curiously blank. It had given in to the blood lust Sade realized with a smirk.
His own red eyes flicker to the broken door.
"It's been fun but au revoir~" He says chirpily as he drops to all fours and makes a running leap out the door for safety. There would always be more test subjects. His skin was not as easily replaceable.

((OOC: Leaving post))

Spitting out the Sceptile's foul blood, Toxic Shock looked around, skittering back as she noticed the arrival of others but, stayed close to the Eevee that the demon had attacked just in case. The others came in with shouts of anger and sorrow, calling for what she assumed to be the Eevee.

"Seek!"
"You.. you hurt her!"
"You hurt Seek!"
"How could you!" Another Eevee shouted frantically with concern and disdain.

"Zhen no!" A young Cubone protests as he clearly infected companion starts to fall into a frenzy.

So much noise, so many vibrations beneath her feet. The Elespider stopped listening, barely paying mind to the fleeing plant dinosaur. Another being entered from the ceiling, and hit the floor, causing violent shudders of the earth under Toxic Shock. Enough was enough, there was far too much going on for her to think even just a moment of silence would be nice. "ENOUGH!" She screeched, her voice carrying the command with a dominence only a mother could show. Tough love had always been Toxic Shock's way of rasing her children; what with having at least twenty. 

Memories of the past started to crawl at the edges of her vision, young spiderlings, and her deceased soul mate, Teral. 'Not now' Toxi hissed to herself, turning away from the group she closed her eyes. Taking a few deep breaths, Toxi allowed herself to relax and returned her gaze to the group. "Sorry for that small outburst, I am just tired, sore and used to the silence. So the shouting and screaming is very hard on me. Please forgive me. Is the Eevee all right?" Toxic Shock apologized, regaining her composure. Hoping that they would not notice her own sickness.

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(Sorry for taking so long everyone. I've had a rough time the past week or so. So I apologize if the posting quality isn't amazing at least it's something.)