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As Adventus remained angrily fixated upon the mental image of the Alakazam, he noticed a quick movement from his left. One of the bushes at the edge of the clearing burst open, the same blue serpent from before frantically slithering out of its green cover. The state of its face surprised him, the right side being heavily scarred by a dry, red layer of scar tissue. Despite not expecting the grisly visage he stepped back cautiously, not completely sure as to whether the incomer was intending to attack him. Adventus was given a reply in the form of a final Absol pouncing out of the woods, growling heavily as it tried to give chase. The feline beast was almost fully intact, a newcomer to its Undead existence--there is no doubt in the Weavile’s mind that this will be a particularly strong enemy. At least he knew now that the serpent is at least Living, if not an early Infected. He will have to take a better look after he takes care of this last enemy. The serpent quickly sped behind Adventus, who swung up a Reflect to halt the Absol that was tailing him. Aside from his concentration, there was rage within Adventus’s eyes--a rage that was about to be thrown all out onto this damned Absol that dared to murder another hapless victim.

It raises one of its claws, which emanates a Night Slash before slashing it down across the psychic screen. The attack grazes it with enough force to force Adventus to brace for another blow from its opposite claw. Adventus is forced to take a torrent of attacks until an opening point could be found. The barrage was quickly fatiguing him, but it did not take very long for another attack to be introduced. The Absol was giving one more blow with its horn, reeling its head to the side and swinging the blade towards the barrier. The motions of the attack alerted Adventus to a move he would not be able to withstand--a Megahorn. Withdrawing his Reflect he leapt backwards out of the way of the attack, letting his opponent graze the air where he just stood. Adventus nearly hit the Dratini as he backed up, but he leapt to the side to clear himself some fighting space. The Absol was momentarily distracted as its eyes locked hungrily upon the serpent. And what a bad mistake on the Absol’s part that was. Crouching down to the ground, Adventus kicked forward with the force of an Aerial Ace, knocking the target down onto its side as he latches to its back with his claws. With the Absol now toppled, Adventus leapt off and grabbed its head horn as with the previous Absols, pinning its head to the ground. However, before he could dig into its neck the Absol kicked violently, stopping his attack. Adventus leaps far back, standing ready for another attack. After recovering, the Absol stares at him with its hateful, livid eyes. Instead of challenging him further, though, it turns aside and retreats full-speed back into the woods. Adventus listened intently to confirm that it was truly fleeing. After he was sure of himself, he took a long breath of relief, relaxing his claws to his side. The battle had left him breathless, his ears throbbing with the sound of his heartbeats.

He stepped slowly back to the blue serpent, taking heavy but calmed breaths. Stopping in front of the newcomer, he stared at him with suspicion. Despite his fatigue he still maintained a menacing glare, He gave a few sniffs, checking for any stench of rot. None was to be found, but the snake’s scar still bothered him. How on earth could anyone sustain that sort of injury and not be infected? However, he soon begins to ease his hostile features. The wound was not fresh and rotten, and although the snake was not exactly the best-smelling thing he’s met, it did not at all stink of any illness.

With his hostility diminished he straightens his posture, and speaks with a deep yet respectful tone. “You do not smell Infected, so doubtlessly that must be nothing more than a scar.” An ugly scar, though. Maybe a burn wound? Adventus thought curiously. He sighs, stepping back and looking towards a recovering Lotta. He harmlessly chuckles as he notices her slight embarrassment at being curled within Feu, before moving his gaze back to the blue snake. “What is your name, serpent, and what are you? I have not seen your kind before.”

((OOC -- I’ll leave meeting Mond to you, Ciana :3 If that is fine with you.))

Post Eight

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Upon his attempt to communicate with the serpentine newcomer, it had flinched out of fear. Sliding backwards it then spun straight around and rushed back into the thick forest from whence it came. Though the reaction came as a surprise to him, Adventus made no attempt to stop the serpent. It was a disappointment, sure, but there was no forcing someone to join a group if they did not want to. The swift slithering quickly became consumed by the prevailing silence of the forest.

Adventus quickly dismissed the loss within moments, now taking other important points to mind. The first to be considered was the onset of nighttime. The dying light of the falling sun was beginning to show in the forest, as the tall trees consumed most of the illumination and made things dark within just a short while. This was certainly not what they needed, especially because half of them were divided in a forest that would doubtlessly be teeming with Undead within just under the next hour. Orique and Glace needed to be tracked down soon, for being divided in a place like this would certainly lead to a horrible death.

Stepping over to Feu and Lotta, he voiced his concerns. “Feu, Lotta, maybe it would be wise to track down Orique and Glace? This clearing may not be safe now that we have slaughtered so much Undead here. Once we find them we need to find a place to set up camp, and we will be lucky if we do not find any Undead tracking us soon.” He gave a sigh, and crossed his arms while he glanced over his shoulder at the multitude of corpses scattered across the forest clearing. He returned his focus forward, but felt a familiar sense of tension that has been with him since his birth. It was the sense of risk, the paranoia of danger. The prospect of going out into a thick forest with only a vague sense of direction as to where Orique and Glace went did not rest well on his nerves. For all he and the others know, they could both be halfway through this island by now and they would not even know.

While he thought over the situation, an interesting sound was caught in his sensitive ears. It was a gentle cry, one that was clearly trying to avoid attention. The sound was low and filtered by the abundant foliage, but it was certainly a sound to be considered. With his focus trained on that one sound, he stepped towards the direction it came from, stopping a few feet away from his allies. “I think that may be Glace calling for help!” Adventus quietly yet urgently spoke to them, his ears perked up in a sense of full caution.

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(( EDIT: Considering Blitz has sadly left the team, I’ve changed my introduction a little. Sorry for being awkward, lol. ^^; ))

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Just as Adventus expected, Feu responded to the sound of Glace’s calls eagerly. He uncurled from around Lotta and hurried his way in the direction of where Glace and Orique fled earlier. Adventus would have stepped forward and tried to tell the Mightyena to slow down, but he was already breaking through the brush of the forest. Lotta remained behind, picking herself up off of the ground and placing her hands over her nose. “Y-yes, I think it’s a good idea to evacuate this clearing.”

He nodded quietly to her reply, as he kept his gaze over the disturbed foliage Feu had disappeared through. In the distance he could still hear the mightyena’s rustling, offering a way to keep track of his route. If there was anyone that should be able to track down Glace it would be him, and from there they should be able to find Orique.

“I am a bit disoriented at the moment, I apologize. Sir, could you please lead the way?” Even after her blackout, Lotta was apparently still feeling the effects of her self-injury. Since there was nobody else around to help, Adventus did not want to have to injure her if she was unable to contain the bloodlust. Adventus looked to her, and tried to give some reassurance by giving a humbly confident smile. “That is no problem.”

As he led the way into the forest surrounding the clearing, he kept his ears strained for the footfalls of Feu. There was no way of even telling that he and Lotta would find Orique. Feu and Glace are strong enough on their own, but he feared for the state of that gaunt little umbreon. As much as he did not want to attach himself so quickly to others, Adventus was already being haunted by the fear of his newfound companions’ deaths. It never displayed itself upon his determined face, but it was there.

((OOC -- Rushed 25th post is rushed, blargh.))

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The trek wore on for quite a good while. It was rather uneventful, with the sun wearing down and dimming the foliage. Adventus remained diligent all the way through. He flicked glances about him often, claws at the ready as he walked in a partial stalk to quiet his steps.

There were few indications of where the Mightyena twins and Orique had dashed off to, leaving him and Lotta to travel on a straightforward path. After over a few minutes of tracking, though, he began to pick up vague noises. They were voices, ones of strangers. Lotta noticed the same noise and whispered excitedly. “Over here! I hear voices!” Adventus nods and rushes up alongside her. He stops silently and goes into a crouch behind a thick set of shrubbery, while Lotta goes on a short distance ahead. She peeks through the nearby undergrowth, returning with good news. “It’s Orique and another Umbron.....And an Archeops!” Adventus’s ears flatten as he nods courteously to the Gible. Archeops. That word falls on his ears with immediate concern. Archeops were a truly dangerous species; the little information he has learned of them indicates that they can be deadly fighters. Lotta returned to the undergrowth and went through, startling Adventus with her eagerness to reveal her presence to the strangers. Just as she goes through the bush and introduces herself, Adventus climbs up onto a thick branch overlooking the clearing. Upon reaching a point a few feet over the group, Adventus climbs out onto a thick branch. From his perch he stares down at an Archeops, and silver-ringed Umbreon which Orique was apparently defending.

Adventus stares silently at the avian, evaluating it prudently. It looked as if it had expected him and Lotta’s arrival, and Adventus had overheard the Archeops asking the two Umbreons if they had any companions. Lotta had finished her introduction just as he got out onto the branch, and explained that she was harmless. With personal suspicion he answers the question that the Archeops had made earlier. “Yes, Archeops. The golden-ringed Umbreon is our companion.” His tailfeathers flick as his eyes narrow suspiciously on the bird. He traded a glance to Orique. Orique appeared completely fine. The sign came as a relief to him, to know that the Umbreon seemed to have not been injured when he fled. Adventus then returned his stare to the Archeops. “I am Adventus, Archeops. Might I ask your name, and what reason you had for happening upon our companion?” Although he was prepared for a fight, he retained a cool mood to see if any conflict could be averted. Maybe this Archeops could even be an ally?

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Post ten

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“Adventus, eh?” The archeops muttered the name to himself. Lowering his long smirk to a humbler smile, he continued. To Adventus’s fortune the ancient bird relaxed his strange, hasty accent, making it much easier to understand him. “Name’s Mickey. Yer buddies ‘ere? Just met ‘em a’ter a little stroll. Can’t say I’m as scary as they make out me to be though...”

Adventus gave another careful observation of the bird’s posture, of the sincerity that condensed in his voice. He took a few seconds to consider everything. This ancient bird was sincere enough to offer a name. There were no cues he could find that could be defined as predatory or threatening. In his wild upbringing he had been taught to understand nonverbal signs and react to them quickly. Mickey seemed harmless enough to trust. Adventus felt his instinctive tension ease down. He nodded in agreement with the Archeops’s reply. “It is good to meet you, Mickey. You may join us if you wish.” The word clan played at the top of his tongue, but he held it back. Adventus looked to Lotta and Orique, the only two members to remain of the original group he joined. Adventus made a wordless promise to help them as much as possible. Lotta, who had been paying attention to the dying sun, warned the group. “Perhaps we should find some shelter.... I don’t think it’s safe for any of us to be vulnerable during the night.” Adventus looked up to the thick canopy to see the nighttime stars beginning to emerge, their forms defining against the slowly blackening sky. “Indeed. Do any of you have suggestions?”

Adventus was unaccustomed to living in a forest like this, a fact that he humbly regarded. Remembering this point, however, brought a touch of homesickness to his heart. Oh, how I miss you Snowpoint. My precious birthplace, the home of my late clan. Memories of his clan and homeland lingered in his thoughts, but he kept a greater awareness of what the others were suggesting. Now was not the time to trouble over his losses.

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