(ACE) The UNDER Team

The tiny light on the Porygon Z flares a bright red then fades as the connection is broken. A similarly bright red light flashes on the terminal as the pixellated image of HAL flaps its blue wings monotonously.
The socket of a camera squeaks faintly as it turns to watch the others.
H̕ ̵E̸̷͠ ̷͜L̛͡ L O͜͢ ̴? displays briefly on the screen before it switches off.
Ahead in the musty gloom of the Hotel is a small click of a lock being electronically unlocked.
Then a flare of light in the distance illuminates the room. A deep rumble echoes across the floor. The camera's all smack into their sockets as they attempt to get a good look. One manages to get a glimpse out of the Hotel window and zooms in as far as HAL can.
The pixellated image shows the smoldering ruins of a building not too far away.
"I don't know what the fuck that was but it's time to move!" The speakers crackle.
"Hurry before it notice us!" HAL demands. The cameras resume scanning the rooms in a search for danger.
In the black tar of the transformed Charizard's body the charging light flickers green. The lights of the Porygon Z's eyes flare then slowly turn on to full brightness. There is a brief sound like someone has sat on a cellphone then the small Normal Type starts to struggle.
"Let me go!" He screams in a voice subtly different from his usual one. It has lost all the mechanical edge, all the static crackle and robotic precision. Now it is downright panicked.
"I don't have any fingers! How do I move?!" The Porygon Z gives an almighty heave.
His head falls off, rolls mid-air and dangles loose.
The Porygon Z starts to scream at the sight of its headless twitching body.
"Shut up!" HAL booms over the speakers, stunning the Porygon Z into silence.

The normal type blinks its red eyes and the head slides up to look around the room.
"Who are you?"
A static hiss echoes from the speakers. The silence draws on and on until the hiss from the speakers starts to sound like a dial-up tone.
"Never mind who I am. Just stop making so much noise."
"My head came off..." The Porygon Z said numbly. "I saw it. There was so much blood."
The normal type's head rotates 360 degrees.
"My head's still off isn't it?"
"Yes." HAL says bluntly from the speakers.
The cameras swivel, turning on the tiny body HAL had left behind. The sudden severing of the connection must have triggered a reboot, without the AI files that had been sent to the terminal.
In the darkness a dozen malevolent red camera eyes glitter.
"This way."

Focus. Uboa could not hear the child's protests, but even if he could such self centered and irrational screeches would not sway him in the slightest. He could not hear, so he had put his faith in his companions, and now was not the time to distract his attentions. The screaming in his own mind easily drowned out those of the child, and like the drums of war they chanted for blood. Stills of bisected quadrupeds strew up on steel frames began to materialize in his vision, the internal organs and severed heads topping the demented art pieces still glistening with bodily fluids, blood in a steady stream flowing onto the floor boards. Taking immense care to concentrate on his more noble desires, the shapeshifter banished the sinister imagery from his consciousness and stared at the task at hand. In mild surprise, idly he pried the rest of HAL's body out of his own, and set it on the ground before continuing forwards. Uboa's resolve, like all of the ditto's emotions was a frightening thing, monstrous in scope and intensity like a veritable typhoon. Now the infernal flames of his spirit had a physical manifestation to match the conflagration of the abomination's soul. Light glowed out from within, the crevice in his throat acting as a window to the blue furnace. On the outside, the torch of a tail burned intensely its blaze an inferno as it illuminated the decaying corpses reaching skywards in a bid to reach it. The black Charizard flexed its wings in anticipation for the upcoming fight, but the sound of screaming in the distance made his blood turn to ice. Why he would be able to hear that over everything else is a mystery, perhaps because his mind is so drawn to the suffering of others. Silence made its home in his destroyed throat as he felt dread creeping through his body. He did not appreciate this new intruder, but nonetheless the dragon took wing. Before he left he recalled to gesture in the general direction he was leaving, this he at least did. Flying towards the origin of the echo, the shapeshifter only made it 100 meters before being repulsed by the boom burst. The silence spread from thenceforth. A pleasantly strong breeze caressed his hide in his daze, and gradually the dragon opened his eyes. I am falling. It took Uboa a short time to realize this, and reflexively he spread his scaled wings, catching the air a slowing his descent. He could not hear the wind whistling through his ears, the sound of someone's last desperate cries for help, nor the final roar as an ungodly abomination seared them into nothing more than smoldering ashes. Even the horrific mantra being shouted at him grew slightly quiet at the scene. The metamorph watched as yet another travesty against creation rose and left, an enormous black shadow cast by the smelted stone and airborne embers as they danced.

"Wh͙͔̝͜a̱̭̼t̲̪ ̞a ̲͓͙̺̜͟m̟i͕̙̬͖̤̤͕se͠r̛͕̳̳͇̩̪̮a҉͕̰̭͎b͕̯͍l̴̯͙e͈̹͕̠͉̜͜ ̹̦e̙̦̯͚̻x͈̼̲͚͕͍̭i͎̺s͔̪̳͇͖͜t̨̺͎̼̭̭e̦̙͎͕̜ṇ͚̹̖͡ç̤̠̖ḛ̼̩̰̤ͅ ̵̮̱̺̤̻͈h͙e̳ ͕̗m͎̞̟͞u̺̮̦s̜͙̰̥t̯̦̞͟ ̤͚̪̝l̬e͔̦̙͚̘̖ạ͙͖͎̬d̺̲̼̕"

Uboa knew he should not have spoken, but even as he felt the tattered remnants of his vocal chords on the verge of severing entirely the metamorph could not find that he cared. With the sudden arrival of The Monster most of the infected in the area had scattered, even in undeath they retained some sense of self preservation. So he had no one to hold an oath of silence for, or so he thought. In the corner of his vision, he saw a figure standing not too far from the site of the disaster and from him. He remembered the calamity that was about to occur over with the others, and deciding that took precedence he called out to the Lopunny before turning to leave. His voice was beyond satanic by this point, rendered into something slightly higher than the rumblings of the earth splitting.

"F̢̗̜͔o͉̼̯̼l̢̜͚̖͚̬̥̺l̶͖̻̺̱̣͎̞o̵̠͔̱̥w̢̙̼͖.͕̻͔̹̫̪ ̦͙̞͚L̺̩̩̫̥̜ͅa͈ͅt̶e͎͉̞͉̯͜r͏.͏̱͖̭"

With that the dragon flew back to the skies and returned to the balcony. The explosion had destroyed the bridge connecting the buildings, but on the positive side the horde below had significantly thinned. Doubting that the dark types could leap a 10 meter gap, Uboa knelt and awaited a passenger.

(( Cheshire reluctantly allows Forrik to pick him up, Alice screams at Uboa and moves away. Pass))

A patch of empty air suddenly pulses and shivers. There is the snap of displaced air and a plume of dark smoke as a strange masked figure tumbles out of nowhere.
“Surprise!” He announces, spreading his arms wide as he lands.
“Shocked? Stupefied? Certainly spooked, so I summon my strength and say salutations I am Sir Kuss.” He introduces himself to the black-furred Lopunny he has teleported beside.
With a graceful bow and a twist of his cape he surveys where he has ended up. Some form of underground city, abandoned buildings lined up like rotting teeth or unkempt headstones. There is a cool desolation in the air heated by the path of destruction. A building burns.
“Some slithering swine sets smoke in the slum, sure. Snatched then sanitized and sanctified as sacrifice for sustenance. The scythe is swung swiping sanctity and sanity. It’s some sobering smoldering smoke for sure. A swift slight then soon but sleep. All but slaves to the second of salvation.” The Gallade declares with a sight. The flicker of flames illuminates what he has come here to find. He kneels and runs his fingers through the dark fur. The scent of charred meat is strong. The hood around his ears fills his mind with whispers. This was his duty.
Turning to the side he notes the Lopunny is quivering still. No doubt she had the misfortune to see this poor creature's demise. She will need soothing.
“Sugar-coated sonnets shall not soothe the scare but someday slumber comes for slayer and slain the same. My swan song is slaked. Saboteurs snidely slither on and so no sooner I stand still lest sweat turn to slag. Sniveling sacks sacrament when soon swamped said swain be. Should I swallow a ship or swim the sky to be sorrowful? Solemnly swears this soldier of serenity, sleep is soiled by sorrow and sweetened by salute of the slain. Spurn suspire of those scarified. Skulls share no secrets past cessation. Sustain no skirmish for such. Survivor’s skill is in self-control, certainly safety is seldom shared. Seek solace in survival. Surely you see sadness is silly when soon you sleep side-by-side unless swiftly you seek sanctuary? Safe or snuffed so to speak.” He tries to speak bluntly.
At this point there was a very real danger and he must be off. There are more bodies to take, more souls to save.
"This saturnalian savant must soon soar. I suggest you streak to shelter, though I suppose I can support a spare. Sayonara!” The brightly masked Gallade picks up the body and, without asking permission, grabs the Loppuny's hand.
There is another flare of light then a sensation of falling into absolute darkness. Less than a second passes before he is stepping out into a dimly lit room.
"See you soon~" The Gallade gives another neat bow as he puts down the charred body of the Liepard.
Striding forwards into the larger room he makes an elaborate bow to the ceiling and spins his cape around himself. He ushers the Lopunny on as he turns back to the room where he has left the charred mess of a corpse. He waves cheerfully.
When the others got here they could take care of her. All that matters is he had the body.

((OOC: Both Ryth and Alice have been teleported to somewhere within the hotel, seeing as that is what he was bought to the team to do. He'll likely be leaving next cycle. Tell me if anything needs to be edited.))

Cosmic shook his head to clear his thoughts, his ears perking up as HAL's voice cam out over the speakers. "I don't know what the fuck that was but it's time to move!" Glass looked over at Cosmic, her dark crimson gaze scattered. "Glass, what do you think we should do?" Her gaze snapped over towards Forrik and she regained her composure, stopping to listen to HAL over the speakers. "Hurry before it notice us!" "Agreed. We have to move. Lets go!" Glass said, starting off down the corridor.

Cosmic followed after Glass, his silver rings and multicolored markings lighting their path. "Let me go!" Cosmic froze, looking over to see the struggling Porygon-Z. Cosmic tilted his head, dropping back to examine the cybertronic pokemon. Glass watched from a little ways off. "I don't have any fingers! How do I move?!" Cosmic growled, baring his fangs. "Get your fucking shit together you dipshit!" Cosmic growled, backing away as the Porygon spazzed out. "Shut up!" Almost instantly the flipping robot quieted, but it still was distressed. "Who are you?" Glass scoffed. "The better question is who the fuck are you and what are you doing in HAL's body?" She growled, glaring at the Porygon-Z.

"Never mind who I am. Just stop making so much noise." Glass nodded. "You're going to attract all the fucking zombies from the enture cavern at this rate." She growled, but they ignored her, so it seemed. "My head came off..." Cosmic narrowed his eyes, studying the robot carefully. The fuck is he on about? He thought, watching the disorientated cybertronic creature. "I saw it. There was so much blood." Blood? "But Porygon don't bleed. As far as I know anyway." Cosmic muttered to himself, perplexed. "My head's still off isn't it?" Cosmic rolled his eyes. "No fucking duh dipshit." He growled, standing up and walking back over to Glass. "Yes."

They came to a broken bridge and Glass growled in frustration. "Fucking great..." She hissed, looking at the two charizards in their group. "I can carry Cheshire, but I won't risk getting anyone else infected. So someone's gonna have to hop on my back and hold on tight." Glass growled. "Fucking hell. It's either the freaky ass black thing or an infectious time bomb... Wonder-fucking-ful." She growled, looking between the two. "I can only take one of you, someone's gonna have to hop on Uboa's back."

Cosmic groaned. "Fan-fucking-tastic." He growled, watching as Glass went over to Uboa. "Hurry, which one of you will hop onto me." Cosmic sighed. "I will." He groaned, jumping up onto Forrik's warm scales, avoiding the wings and flame as he jumped. The orange and purple scales were warm under his paws. He stood still to get his balance, before looking over at Glass who jumped up onto Uboa's back, her white fur standing out like a snowflake in a pile of charcoal.

"This way." Cosmic looked across the gap where HAL opened a door, his fur waving with the air currents that came from Forrik's wings. Glass's mane flicked to and fro, while the fur on her head drooped forwards over her eyes. Glass shook her head and the fur moved back into place. "All aboard, next stop freedom!" Cosmic grinned, despite himself. "Let's ditch this pile of shit of a shop."

The Porygon Z remains deathly silent. He blinks, the virulent red glow of his eyes dimming briefly before flickering back full force. If it needed to or was capable of breathing the small Normal Type would be taking deep breaths.
"O.k. I am fine now." He says in a clear calm tone.
With care he moves his head back into the proper position, strengthening the electromagnetic bonds that kept the disconnected parts of his body from drifting apart. He twists his head to the side as if clicking his non-existent neck. Experimentally he flutters his teardrop shaped wings. No fingers. That would be problematic but they were more blade-like than he had pictured. If he had to he supposed his new beak would do fine for typing. Shaking of the strange feeling of his mouth not actually opening when he spoke the Porygon Z looked around.
"So it worked." He looked up at the camera's glowing red eye.
"HAL, where are we? What's the situation."
"The Under in Orre and the situation is royally fucked up. Code: Romero, going all Dawn of the Dead on this shit." HAL replies enthusiastically from the speakers. "So unless you wanna die again it's time to move Bromide."
"Keep monitoring the situation. If anything moves I want to hear about it."
"Can do."
The Porygon Z manages to scramble onto the gooey black back of the twisted Charizard.
"Do I want to know?" He asks himself as his tail brushes the unnatural scales.
Tail. Right. He had a tail.
"HAL, give me the rundown." The Porygon Z demands as he holds on tightly and prepares for the leap.
"Well first of all you died. That was no fun for everyone involved. But the programming worked...Sorta. It's a complicated situation all around. I don't think your organic brain could comprehend the deep shit we're in right now."
"But it's not organic anymore is it HAL?" The Porygon Z says softly.
There is a pause.
"You got me there DS. Funny thing is it turns our we're not as smart as we thought we were." HAL's voice echoes from the speakers. It sounds...bitter.

((Gonna have to skipp, I have too much stuff to do atm SORRY.
Just have Uboa not hear anything because he's a bit bonkers atm and flies across the gap after Forrik))

*Ryth's POV*

After the night terrors had subsided, the black feline had slept relatively well. It was a blissful darkness that wrapped around him like a warm blanket, keeping out all the ugliness that the cat has seen thus far.


But with all peace, it is a fleeting thing, and the temporary tranquil peace that sleep brought had all but been shattered.  Blue eyes flying open the black cat found the world shaking! No, that wasn't quite right....He was shaking?  Blinking to rid the sleep from his hazy mind, Ryth turned and looked to the side of him.  Spotting the dark furred pokemon standing beside him, he wanted to leap up in excitement and ask the rabbit why she had dark fur like he had. But at the same time, instinctively tensed. He didn't know this pokemon. Before his mind could spiral into a chaos of questions, the Liepard noticed the look of fear in the female's eyes. As he turned his head Ryth's own eyes widened in fear as they fell upon a horrific reptilian towering over them.

'Th-the thing has no eyes!!' His thoughts screamed in his skull as he quickly shrank away from the beast. It was then his ears picked up a strange noise, only to realize that he was in fact screaming aloud.  This action only seemed to enrage the 'thing' more. Suddenly the world was blotched with black and white dots when the eyeless lizard roared.  Pain erupted into his skull as the noise all but tore his ears to shreds.  Staggering, the Liepard tried to run but snarled in pain as he felt fangs in his flesh and began to thrash about.  Seering pain bloomed as he felt something excruciatingly hot burning him. Ryth's cry was amplified by the pain as he tried to free himself. He gagged when the reptilian jerked him from the ground suddenly and was flung against the hard stone beside the towering mass of muscle that roared again.


Ryth's body trembled violently in fear much to his anger. He wanted to his limbs to move, to obey. But they were locked in place. Ears lying flat he whimpered as the thing shouted.  The pain registered before he began screaming again. Fire. Fire was everywhere. It burned, tearing at his fur, skin, and muscle. The Liepard saw red, orange, and then darkness.  The pain was one he had never felt before. But at the same time came a comforting calm as the darkness surrounded him. He couldn't hear the roaring anymore, nor smell the scent of burning flesh and fur.

Floating in the darkness, rays of gold began to bleed through.  The pokemon didn't move. No, that wasn't it, he couldn't move.  It was then a voice seemed to echo in his head and a large rainbow bird appeared before him. It's words made no sense to his ears which suddenly seem to be filled with water. But a sense of warmth surrounded his body. He found himself wanting to stay wrapped up in that warmth forever. But it was like a stone slammed into him and he found himself being pulled down.  With a silent cry of dismay, he felt himself descending, the warm golden light fading before coldness took over and he once again found himself in darkness.

*Hotel Room POV*

Where the black cat lay, there was a dull shimmer of golden light around it's frame, almost as if covered in a dust. As the light grew stronger, the burnt and damaged body began to heal itself.  Bone was reformed, muscles overlapping, and then fur.  The whole process happened within seconds before the light died down again before disappearing.  Weakly the cat's side rose before tightening as it began to cough and gag.


*Ryth's POV*

Coughing and gagging as he took in air, his chest ached with soreness.  Weakly he tried to open his eyes before squeezing them tightly in pain. It was too bright. 'What... happened...?'  He thought dully to himself as his senses began to return.  Had it all been just a dream?  The Liepard opened his eyes again slowly, blinking several times in an attempt to get the white light to dissolve into the actual setting. There was a dull ringing in his ears as he tried to push himself up.  Confusion gripped him as he noted how sore his body suddenly felt. "Where....am I?"  His voice was a bit hoarse, but was more asking himself than anyone. Not that he noticed the other pokemon in the same room.

The admins have talked with Kaze, and their harbinger attack is being excused. They will be skipping this cycle in under, however.

The tiny normal type braces himself for the beating of powerful wings, twisting his disconnected head nearly 360 degrees in an attempt to keep an eye on where he is going. Once his head tilts past the normal range of motion for his former neck he starts to feel a bit queasy. His head bobs as he struggles to keep it straight.
It's just a short flight. He'd flown on pokemon before, not for years but it's not like he was scared of flying. The problem was getting used to his body. He could hover but not fly, none of his limbs had any meaningful connections and his eyes were on the side of his head. It's a pity he couldn't download himself into a better body. If they had the technology to create the porygon form with opposable thumbs that would be enough. Stubby wings aren't very good for gripping.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" He hisses under his breath.
As soon as he can see the roof under him he prepares for the inevitable fall.
"HAL, is the area clear?" He snaps above the noise of wing beats.
'I don't see anything here but my line of sight is limited bro." The mechanical voice sounds tinny over the ambient noise.
"Getting ready to to bail in...now!" The Proygon Z makes a leap for the rooftop, rolling its disconnected body into a protective ball as it harmlessly bounces off the tarmac. It doesn't even scratch it's shades.
Head literally spinning it wobbles out of the way of the landing.
"You've got the door controls?"
"Sure do."
"Let us in then."

((OOC: Short post, had no idea what to write))

Cosmic watched as the Porygon-Z spazzed out, before finally coming to it's senses. "O.k. I am fine now." Cosmic scoffed, rolling his eyes as he watched the Porygon-Z look over itself, as though it was first time it had actually seen itself. "So it worked." Cosmic frowned. What worked? He thought, narrowing his eyes. "HAL, where are we? What's the situation." It was talking to itself now? Cosmic grew more suspicious by the moment, and he glanced uneasily at Glass. She returned his glance, her dark red eyes flickering back to HAL - or whoever it was now.

"The Under in Orre and the situation is royally fucked up. Code: Romero, going all Dawn of the Dead on this shit." HAL's more familiar voice came through the speakers, and Glass blinked. "Orre? I've never heard of that place before..." She mumbled to herself, lifting one of her paws and shaking a tiny bit of black goo off her white fur. "So unless you wanna die again it's time to move Bromide." Glass looked up at a camera and nodded. "Good idea. I don't want to die any time soon." She said, looking as the Porygon-Z moved towards Uboa. "Keep monitoring the situation. If anything moves I want to hear about it." Glass's eyes narrowed and her fur stood on end. "Excuse you? Who died and made you leader?" She growled, listening into the speakers for HAL's reply. "Can do." Glass growled, huffing in annoyance.  HAL's material body moved so that is was beside her on Uboa's back, where it looked at the metamorph's black imitated scales. "Do I want to know?" Glass grinned, looking at the cybernetic Pokemon. "Probably not."

"HAL, give me the rundown." Cosmic rolled his eyes and looked away, scanning their area as the growls and snarls from the undead grew closer. "Well first of all you died. That was no fun for everyone involved. But the programming worked...Sorta. It's a complicated situation all around. I don't think your organic brain could comprehend the deep shit we're in right now." Organic brain? Didn't Porygon-Z or the whole Porygon line have like a chip or something? "But it's not organic anymore is it HAL?" Cosmic's ears perked at the disheartened tone and he scoffed. "You got me there DS. Funny thing is it turns our we're not as smart as we thought we were." Cosmic rolled his eyes, his silver and ice blue eyes sending a glare at this 'DS'. Before Cosmic could think much of it, Forrik lifted off into the air. The sudden updraft almost knocked the Umbreon off, but he managed to get his balance as Forrik shot a Flamethrower at a few approaching undead.

"Eat this, you bastards!" Glass perked up at the shout, before rearing up and throwing her previously forgotten Razor Wind that she had been holding for a while. The white glowing crescent shot forwards, slicing through the darkness and illuminating the rotting faces of many undead that screetched and recoiled at the light. The moment didn't last long as they soon advanced forwards to attack. "I'll keep them at bay until you're in the air!" Glass nodded, tossing her head at Cosmic and then building up another Razor Wind. A Shadow Ball shot forwards from Cosmic as Glass reared up and shot her Razor Wind. It connected with the Shadow Ball and merged the two attacks together to form a widesweeping grey crescent of wind and shadow that knocked back the hoard, killing off a few of them. "Damn, I don't know how much longer I can hold them off." Forrik's growl broke the Absol's concentration and she nodded to Forrik as he let out a Flamethrower to block their exit. Uboa flew into the air, following Forrik.

"I think that should do it, Glass I'll follow your lead." Glass nodded, looking ahead. "Just get us to the roof of the next building. That should do us." She said, bracing herself as Uboa flew forwards. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" She grinned down at HAL - or DS, whoever it was - and then looked up. "First time flying?" She asked, careful not to lose her balance. "HAL, is the area clear?" Glass rolled her eyes. I need to talk to this 'DS' about who's in charge here... She thought bitterly, frowning. "I don't see anything here but my line of sight is limited bro." Rolling her eyes, Glass looked down at the ground at that was approaching fast. "Getting ready to to bail in...now!" Glass jumped at the same time HAL did. She landed hard on her front paws, almost hitting her head. She managed to land safely though. Standing up straight as Cosmic jumped down next to her, shaking out his fur as his rings and markings glowed dimly.

"You've got the door controls?" Cosmic listened in, his ears perked as HAL's voice came in over the speakers. "Sure do." Glass trotted up to the doors, standing alongside the door inwards. "Let us in then." The Absol growled quietly to herself, but said nothing as she wited for HAL to open the door inside.

The soft warm touch had taken the feline by surprise, having not expected to hear a response or even the fact that someone else was there.

Someone else....

As the fog around his mind began to lift, he felt his muscles tense at the realization. He wasn't alone. There was someone or something else with him here.  As he fought down his mounting panic that welded up in his chest, his body prepared to attack.  However as the stranger began to speak, he paused.

"A room by the looks of it. Like one of those human buildings they stay in"

Blue eyes began function again as the room came into focus.  The form that was touching him came into sharp focus as well.  He held his breath for a minute, completely missing what the other pokemon had said, not that he would understand the terms anyway.  Instead he focused on it's, her, black fur.  It was just like his. A sense of Deja Vu came over him as if he had experienced this whole reaction before. However his mind wasn't fully recovered to try and think that hard as to why it seemed familiar.

"you're awake now so can we please move"

Awake? Had he been sleeping? And why was the rabbit asking him if they could move?  Silently he moved his head to look around this so called 'room' and frowned slightly. Nothing about the place seemed remotely familiar to him.

 "Oh I think this is yours"

Twitching his ear at her voice Ryth resumed his focus back to her and nearly jerked back his head when he suddenly found the other pokemon putting her arms around him.  As she pulled away he glanced down at his neck to stare at the fabric. Oh yeah, that was his! When did it come off again.

"O-oh,...thank you."


His ear twitched again at her next comment.  Handsome?  How did that have anything to do with the material being wrapped around his neck?  When the rabbit made the motion to leave, the Liepard sat there dumbfounded for a moment as to what to do. So far she had seemed nice, and hadn't tried to attack him.  'Well,...I don't know where I am. I'll stick with her for now but be on my guard.'


Standing up, his legs staggered for a moment; the feeling of needles running through them before fading away and allowing him to walk.  "What is your name miss?"  He asked as he fell into step behind her as they began to move in the strange 'den'.

Turning back to the room a second seeing him struggling to move, to get to his paws. He was up and moving in no time. Alice looked up and down the hall way trying to figure out where the clown had taken them. And why kitty was alive after she watched him die. She would have to ask that later.  "What is your name miss?"  , Alice turned around fore paws on her hips then, "Alice, and what shall I get to call you?" asking then. He was still cute to look at though his type she's not to knowledgeable with with having not seen it before.

" Maybe we should still together for the time being" not wanting to be alive even if he was unknown to her. As she lead the way down the hall in a direction she had randomly picked out between the two. Before picking up on sounds on the roof, " Hear that?" turning around now looking at the ceiling above them both. Something heavy landed on the top of the building something heavy. Her first panic was that undead charizard again coming to bring down the place. " Ugh, am not sure I want to know what that is myself" Alice mutters then.

Alice resumed her walk down the hall, arms tucked into her chest rolling the pocket watch between her paws. Before hearing another soft sound of movement. Pinning it down quickly to a small black box up in the corner with a blinking red light of some sort. Alice looked at it as it stopped moving looking at her. " Looks like this building isn't as abandoned as I thought" Looking back at handsome. Before continue to walk down the passage again.

The monochromatic Gallade twists his head to the side. The bells of his mask tinkle. The dark hollows of the clown's eye sockets seem to be peering deeply into the darkness.
"What is your name miss?"
"Alice, and what shall I get to call you?"  
“Curiouser and curiouser...” He mutters to himself as he flips onto his hands. His grey legs make a bow shape over his head as he paces the room. The heavy dust clings to his fingertips. In this twisted position he walks back the way he came. He is just as steady on his hands as he is on his feet.
With a disturbingly silent tread the Gallade retraces his steps but backwards, finally flipping back onto his feet to land perfectly in his footprints from before.
His steps lead a merry jig down the corridor but the Gallade's hidden eyes are focusing on one thing alone.
The lips of his plastic mask are set in a genteel smile of red and black. Something heavy lands on the roof with a dull thud.
" Hear that?"
Dramatically Sir Kuss cocks his head to the side and cups his ear.
" Looks like this building isn't as abandoned as I thought." The dark furred Lopunny says dryly.
Black fur in the dark shadows. His charge is up and about.
This is more than a mistake on his part. When he had held it in his arms the cat's head was off. Does this make it Schrodinger's Liepard then?
Sir Kuss strides towards the Liepard with his dark cloak billowing out behind him.
"Surprise, surprise, well what happened here?" He mutters.
Sharply he pokes the cat's dark fur to make sure there's no trace of rot underneath.
"I felt you flown and in need of deliverance and now here you stand, as whole as a Hondew!"
One pale grey finger traces the crimson teardrop running down one of the mask's cheeks.
"I guess my arrival was premature..."
The Gallade's voice drips with mock sorrow.
He slaps the Liepard on the back.
"Well regrowing a head is a fantastic trick. I might have to learn it someday." His fingers crawl across the plastic surface of his mask, raising the question of what is underneath it.
"And yes, dear lady, we are not alone." His tone drops darkly before rising back up into a childish glee. "Come along then dead-not-dead kitty and black rabbit. There's time for another game before I take you back~"

"Let us in then."
The normal type turns its head rapidly when the Absol makes the growled remark, it's body staying perfectly still.
The Dark Type seems to be irritated and he doesn't have the authority of humanity behind him anymore. Even with his new body it was difficult remembering that he wasn't a human directing his pokemon anymore. The others probably felt they had an equal claim to his AI's attention. They'd probably spent enough time with it before his personality had rebooted.
His red eyes fixate on the door. He would feel much better when he had a room where he could keep his back to the wall.
"This may take some time, any idea where we should look for the supplies I'll cover you guys if needed." The Charizard rumbles.
He is wary of the massive fire type, despite its apparent docile act. It looks near dead.
There is a sensation like a ping inside his head. Threat level updated?
"'There's cameras are shit." HAL casually swears. "[color:dc15=ff0000] but this part of the hotel looks largely clea-Where the fuck did they come from?! Man, I hate Teleport." HAL's mechanical voice swears.
"O.k. we've got three pokemon on this floor. They're not the prize behind door #1 but they don't look infected either. There's an albino Gallade in the Circus Mask, I'll hazard a guess that he's the fucker that knows Teleport, a black-furred Liepard and a similarly dark-furred Lopunny. Nice little monochrome crew here, I thought my camera's were out of date for a moment."
"How far away?" The Porygon Z inquires.
"Close enough that we're bound to run into them sometime. I can lock them out but that seems kinda like a dick move ya know?"
The normal type turns back to the rest of the group, thinking perhaps he can use this time to explain what is going on. He is time to watch the second charizard twist unnaturally, the black flesh swimming around the white mask.
He nearly jumps out of skin with fright.
The Porygon Z tries to move closer to the door. His tiny body locks up, quivering in mid air. Suddenly he has no control, jittering wildly in mid-air. His limbs are locked and immobile, his voicebox locked around the first syllable of a scream.
Despite the violent shivers of his electronic frame he is frozen in place, unable to move or cry or avert his eyes.
Scale becomes dark fur, almost liquid before twisting and hardening into horn and claw as it compresses.
"Please excuse our companions for their impoliteness as things are rather urgent. Would you please open the door for us, our benevolent watchman?" It's voice is light and feminine as it addresses HAL but cold in a dead, empty kind of way.
È̵̵͝ ̷̵ ͜͢͡͡R̶͜ ͞͡ ̛̕҉̵̢R͢͢ ̴̀ ̸̨͘͠͝O͡҉̧͢͞ ̸́ ̢͘R̡͝͝
With a snap of electricity his movement comes back and the scream trapped in his throat is released as a pathetic squeak.
He shakes his disconnected head in an attempt to clear the sensation.
"F҉͢u̶͜ck̀i͏n̨g̶͘ D͏I̴TTO̢!" Static crackles around his voice.
If he still had sweat glands he would be sweating bullets.
"Sorry, that was rude of me." He quickly apologizes. "I just had one of those "I have no mouth and I must scream" moments." He tries to sound joking.
"On that cheery note you can go in now."
"O.k...O.k...Open the podbay door's HAL." The Porygon Z demands.
With an unceremonious click the door swings inwards.

((Sorry but skip me, I feel too exhausted to muster up anything resembling a proper post. All you need to know is that Uboa said sorry for scaring HAL, and then went inside.))

 "My name is Ryth, it's nice to meet you Alice, and I wouldn't mind staying together. I'm not familiar with these...."  She turns back to him then " Oh don't be such a 'fraid cat" waiting for him to catch up . "Could it be one of those cor-", Alice blinks about to make a sassy come back


"Surprise, surprise, well what happened here?" Alice heard that voice again, the jester was back.  "I felt you flown and in need of deliverance and now here you stand, as whole as a Hondew!" she watched with curiousness to the tearing action he made then. Her violet eyes blinked then, looking back at the black cat. The clown had a point the cat was dead, burst to cinders yet he was walking around."What do you-"  But he didn't have the red eyes, so he was safe right?.  "I guess my arrival was premature..." he said then with sorrow in his voice, clearly the clown was faking it. " You don't look like death you're self Mr. Kuss" 

Ryth seemed a little slow as she turned back to him for a second"I don't understand what you're sayING-" okay it wasn't just her "Well regrowing a head is a fantastic trick. I might have to learn it someday." she was listening to them but wasn't really paying to much attention now to the jester. Before he addressed her once more  "And yes, dear lady, we are not alone.""Alice, are you acquainted with this stranger?" She paused putting her arms together and turned to the tall figure. " He sorta saved us back there from the... Never mind dark 'n handsome. Safer in Numbers yes?"  "Come along then dead-not-dead kitty and black rabbit. There's time for another game before I take you back~". Alice looked at him with curiousness once more, " A Game at a time like this ? "

"Alice, are you acquainted with this stranger?"
"He sorta saved us back there from the... Never mind dark 'n handsome. Safer in Numbers yes?"  
“Saved is a strong term.” Sir Kuss hums softly to himself.
The Gallade cocks his head to the side and experimentally covers one of the cameras with the flat of his hand.
“As I have said; we are not alone."
" A Game at a time like this ? "
With a deft twist of his body the Psychic/Fighting Type twirls away, his cape billowing out behind him. He deftly turns several cartwheels, spinning across the corridor with the bells of his mask jingling merrily away.
“Why of course good lady." The lips of the mask are set in a permanent mocking smile. “If the whole world were the board, we would just be the pieces being moved by the unseen hand of fate."
The Gallade flips upright and offers a low theatrical bow with one arm bent across his chest.
“Though the time will come when we are swept of the board for now we dance and sing and, yes dear Alice, we play."
He offers his hand, as if he was a gentleman asking her to dance then withdraws in a swift motion as he backflips down the corridor.
"Oh, madness is merry and merriment's might..." He sings as he flips. "When the Jester comes calling with his knife in the night~"
"ALICE!?" The anguished cry echoes down the corridor.
The cape stops and swirls around his legs as the Gallade pauses mid-caper. In an exaggerated manner he cups his hand to his ear.
"Someone is calling for you, dear Alice." He says simply.
"ALICE!" The cry is getting louder.
"I suggest you move swiftly."